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hi can we get 'just the tip' with any stray kids member?? thanksss love your works so much and congrats on 500 <3
just the tip!☆⋆｡°‧★
a/n: this was so good to write icl smth took over me and the devil screamed hyunjin at me so here ya gooo ^^ genre♡ smut, mdni warnings♡ spoiler alert: it wasn't js the tip, unprotected sex, slight dubious consent, desperate horny hyunjin
All we need is love, dreams and JEEKIES!
stupid song pt 2 🎧 stupid song o.r.
~chan wants you more than any stupid song could ever say~ (pt. 1 here!)
The car ride back home is more silent than you and Felix have ever been. You’re staring straight ahead through the windshield, tears streaming down your face. Your head is still pounding but your heart is aching worse. You can feel the tackiness of your makeup running and the reminder of yesterday makes you feel like dying.
Felix wordlessly hands you a pack of makeup wipes and you hiccup as you reach out to take them. As you look at him, you realize his freckled cheeks are slightly swollen and his eyes are red.
You want to ask him what happened, why he is clearly aching too, but your head throbs again and you can’t do anything but keep crying.
Eventually, you come to a stop outside your apartment building. You can’t bring yourself to get out of the car, to unbuckle your seatbelt. Because the minute you get out of the car, it’s too late to turn it back around and drive back to Chan. To park in front of his building, to climb back up those stairs, to slip back into bed with him before he wakes up. To fight for him, for what might have come of your relationship.
But you gather the strength to do it, to unbuckle your seatbelt, to stand on still shaky and aching legs, to weakly close the door. It feels less like the door to Felix’s car and more like the door to your heart slamming shut.
You try to take a step but your knees give out, and Felix has to swoop in and grab you around the waist to keep you from falling. The two of you make it through the lobby with his arm around your shoulders and yours around his middle.
It’s in the elevator that you can’t ignore the tension, the sadness on Felix’s face that near matches yours.
“Lix?” Your voice cracks a little, and it’s a bit scratchy, but you force the words out anyway. “What’s wrong?” You hastily wipe your cheeks of tears and running mascara, concerned about your best friend.
“Nothing,” Felix’s voice is short, and you can tell he’s fighting to keep it even. “One problem at a time, sweetheart. What happened with you?”
“I don’t know how to explain, Lix. I don’t- I can’t think about it right now.”
After your quiet admission, a soft silence falls over the elevator. You watch the numbers slowly tick up, then Felix breaks the silence.
“Hyunjin fucked some girl last night.”
Your jaw drops. “What? How could he- I thought you were-” You can barely comprehend what Felix tells you before the elevator doors slide open with a ding.
“God, Felix, what happened?” You wipe your nose and he gives a sad little chuckle back, soft eyes welled with tears. You start the short walk to your apartment, and he sniffles as you fumble with your keys.
“I don’t even know, I guess I thought he liked me.” The blond boy admits quietly, eyes dropping.
“Me too. I mean, you were all over each other last night.” You say, brows furrowing. You really thought there was something between the two, you could’ve sworn. “You’re all over each other all the time.”
“Yeah well, it clearly didn’t mean anything.” Felix scoffs as he kicks off his shoes and collapses into your couch. The fluffy cushions practically swallow him up, and you’ve never seen him look this small. “He went home with some girl from the club. After you and Yeji left to dance, she came up to the table and kept petting him and flirting, tits all up in his face and everything.” He spits, and you’ve never heard venom in his voice like this before. The Aussie boy is so distraught you can’t help but forget about Chan for the moment.
“Then they disappeared off and he didn’t even look at me twice.” His voice wobbles, and you squeeze his arm gently, trying to offer comfort in any way you can. “I mean, we’re not dating or anything, but he has to know how I feel about him. I spent so long getting ready for yesterday, I was even gonna fucking confess to him, Y/n.”
He sounds so defeated, and you feel horrible for him. You’ve always known Hyunjin and Felix were kind of a thing, and you thought they were kind of making progress, but they’d always seemed too afraid to really love each other.
“Well if it makes you feel any better I think I’ve fucked things with Chan forever.” You say quietly. You flop onto the cushions next to Felix, cuddling up next to him and pressing your face into his shoulder.
“I can’t believe I slept with him.” You groan into his arm, tears pricking at your eyes again.
“Well, is that even a bad thing?” The blond boy questions softly. You make a helpless noise as your throat closes up.
“Yes! God, I don’t even know,” You’re crying again now, hiccuping between words. “We were both so drunk, and it just happened. This is going to ruin everything.”
He gives you a small smile, one that comforts you even though your sadness is mirrored in it. You chuckle weakly back, the noise small and wet.
“We really are a mess, huh sweetheart?” Felix murmurs into your hair. It’s the last thing you remember before you fall asleep cuddled together on the couch, exhausted after all the heartbreak of the night before.
- - -
Chan wakes with a start. It’s bright in his room, and he sees blue sky through a gap in his curtains. He can’t remember the last time he woke up feeling this well-rested, or really the last time he woke up from fully sleeping at all.
His arm flops out to the side without thinking, a dissatisfied groan leaving him before he can figure out why. The sheets are smooth and cold, far from the warmth he was expecting.
He rubs at his eyes and sits up slowly, running a hand through his messy hair. His head is pounding, and his eyelids are heavy. Great.
On top of everything, he’s flooded with adrenaline and the horrible, sweeping sensation that something very bad is going on right now. He swings his legs out from under the blankets and finds himself naked. Not unusual, especially now that the weather’s getting warmer, but the clothes strewn about and the discarded pair of familiar heels sends a new shock through him.
What exactly happened last night? He stood, crossing the room to grab boxers and a pair of sweatpants, before picking up the abandoned shoes. They’re definitely yours, he recognized them.
But in his sleepy and hangover-addled mind it makes no sense why your shoes are here but you aren’t. He fumbles for his phone, deciding you text you.
channie 💗: I think you left your shoes at my place
channie 💗: Were you over last night?
He’s honestly too hungover to even think, and even after some coffee and food he can’t remember the night before. His phone buzzes with a notification, and he’s already clicking on it without thinking, expecting your name to pop up.
It’s not you, though, and a small wave of disappointment washes over him. It’s his manager texting in the group chat, reminding them they have practice soon. Great.
An uneasy feeling settles in his chest at the sight of his messages still on delivered, and he hopes the boys can at least help clear things up.
When he gets to the studio, Seungmin is being chased by Minho and Jisung and Changbin sit on the floor, stretching as they laugh at the pair. Jeongin and Hyunjin are sitting together a bit away, talking quietly.
When he opens the door, the boys all glance up.
“Channie-hyung!” Jisung shouts from his spot on the ground. “Did you get Y/n home safe? She was soo drunk.”
“Yes?” He replies, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t remember much, I texted her but she hasn’t-”
He’s cut off by the sound of the door slamming open. Felix walks in, and it’s nothing like his usual entrances, shouting and excited. The blond boy is silent as he drops his bag and trudges over to where Minho is now sitting next to Jisung.
He has a black hoodie and dark baggy jeans on, and a beanie covering most of his hair. His eyes are dark and practically sunken.
“Lix, what happened?” Minho watches him with a piercing stare, but the Aussie boy doesn’t say anything, starting to stretch with a shake of his head.
Even when he’s in a bad mood or his back is hurting, he’s always talked to Chan or Hyunjin. But as Chan approaches them, Felix gives him a dirty look that tells him to just back off.
The whole practice is awkward, with Felix refusing to speak to or even look at either of them. Even their choreographer comments on it.
“We’re quiet today, guys. Keep the energy up.” Felix lets out a small snort before returning to his silent treatment.
Chan sees Hyunjin’s head snap to Felix, clearly trying to figure out what’s going on. The two are usually close, and you always used to tell him you were just waiting for them to get together.
You. Chan had been checking his phone constantly, sending you a few messages every now and then, but nothing. He’s starting to think maybe you aren’t just sleeping in and something serious happened last night. That would explain Felix’s behavior too.
The whole practice, Chan watches Hyunjin stare at his best friend, upset. There’s even a part in the choreo where the duo has a central part, and Felix won’t even look at the other boy, and Chan can see the desperation in Hyunjin’s eyes. When the choreographer finally announces that they’re done, Chan starts making his way to Felix.
The blond boy abruptly grabs his bag and storms out of the room, letting the heavy door slam behind him, right in Chan’s face. He doesn’t turn back around quite yet, knowing the rest of the guys will be staring at him curiously.
- - -
The rest of the week goes this way. No texts from you, nothing to break up the wall of unanswered blue texts on Chan’s side. They have schedules everyday, but Felix is still giving him and Hyunjin the silent treatment.
Everything feels weird and wrong, and he can’t believe just a week ago he was sleeping in your studio, listening to your soft laugh. He’s exhausted from rigorous schedules and trying to keep Hyunjin from losing his mind over Felix ignoring him.
Right as their choreographer says goodbye at the end of this practice, Felix makes a quick exit yet again, this time silent and seemingly tired. It’s another few moments of still silence, of the members sensing this weird tension and everyone wishing for it to end. Suddenly, Hyunjin races out of the room after Felix, bumping Chan with his shoulder on the way out. Gritting his teeth, Chan decides to follow. If anything, he just wants to do some damage control between the two.
He follows Hyunjin’s bobbing ponytail down the hallway, hearing his slamming footsteps and the sound of him yelling.
“Lix! Felix! Wait!” They catch up to Felix as he’s standing in the elevator. Chan can see him press his lips together and repeatedly hit the ‘close doors’ button.
Hyunjin practically throws himself at the closing doors, managing to get a hand between and successfully stumble into the elevator. Chan follows, hot on his heels.
Felix makes a strained noise like this is the worst thing to possibly ever happen to him. Hyunjin’s face snaps toward him again, and the taller boy finally speaks.
“C’mon Lix, talk to me.” He pleads, brushing his hair back from where it’s fallen from his ponytail. The blond boy huffs and his eyes focus somewhere over Hyunjin’s shoulder. Without warning, Hyunjin’s open palm slams into the wall of the elevator next to Felix’s head.
“Look at me! For fuck’s sake, Felix, what did I do!?” His shout is raw, like it was torn from his chest. Felix is looking at him now, and Chan decides to interrupt when he sees the look on his eyes, angry and betrayed.
“Stop, Jinnie.” He tugs Hyunjin away by the shoulder and turns to Felix. “What happened? Do you know why Y/n’s not answering my texts?”
“Are you joking?” It’s the first time Felix has directly addressed him in a week, and his voice is dry and edged with disdain.
“Wh- no?” Chan sputters. “It’s been six days of complete radio silence from her! I went to her apartment and she wouldn’t let me in. I can’t even figure out why!”
Felix’s eyes widen at that, confused.
“You- you don’t remember?”
“Remember what?” Chan demands, but Hyunjin cuts him off.
“And why have you been ignoring me?” He’s quiet now, but his tone is heavy with emotion.
Felix doesn’t respond, cheeks reddening. In the loaded silence that follows, no one moves.
The elevator bell rings, and just like that, Felix slips between them and leaves. Hyunjin makes a desperate noise, but lets him go.
- - -
You’re rotting in bed when Felix finds you. You haven’t moved much in the past week, but thankfully the crying stopped after the first two days. You honestly think you just don’t have any tears left.
“Y/nnie?” Felix calls, and his voice makes you smile. He’s really gotten you through this week, motivating you to get up, eat, and shower. You don’t know where you’d be without him.
He comes into your room, dropping his bag and sitting in the bed next to you. He’s slept over the past couple of days, having Seungmin bring him an overnight bag.
His constant company helps, but you don’t think he could ever fill Chan’s spot by your side. You miss him, so much, but you can’t bring yourself to face him.
He’s been sending you text after text, even calling a few times. You haven’t answered, and you haven’t even read most of the texts. He actually came by, knocking on your door. You’d gotten up and waited by the other side without a sound. You could hear him sigh, slide down to sit against the door. He’d waited for three hours before leaving silently.
“Hey, sunshine.” You say, sitting up. He lets out a long groan. “You okay? Back hurts?”
“Nah, I’m fine. Just another practice with Hyunjin staring at me like I kicked his fucking dog even though this whole thing is his fault again.” You let out a small hum, reaching to rub his back as you shift next to him.
“We should go out.” You say after a moment of silence. “I’m sick of sitting here sad over these stupid guys.”
Felix looks up at you, amused. “No, I’m serious!” You insist. “I mean, neither of us are dating them or anything. We don’t owe it to them to be all upset.”
“Alright, alright.” Felix chuckles a little, and you bump him with your shoulder. “Start getting ready. We both know you need like two hours.”
You decide to go to a little cafe and get coffees, then walk around and shop. It’s a sunny day, and you feel so much lighter just not thinking about Chan.
Unfortunately, it reminds you of the last time you saw Hyunjin before that night at the club. He’d been upset about Felix, that he didn’t think the other boy loved him back. You’d walked along the Han River and collected flowers, and you had an unfinished painting of that day sitting in your studio.
He’d cried that day, and you honestly wonder how that same vulnerable boy who was clearly yearning for Felix could have just slept with some other girl.
You’re shaken out of your thoughts by Felix bumping your arm. He’s carrying all of your shopping bags, and the corners dig into your side.
He wordlessly tilts his phone screen towards you.
twin 👽: movie night at mine and min’s tn?
seungmong: Ew.
twin 👽: you love me
maknae on top: i guess hyung
binnie 💪: We’ll be there! I’ll bring Chan hyung
twin 👽: perfect
twin 👽: this isn’t optional btw team bonding
“Noo,” You whine, grabbing Felix. “Stay, hang out with me.”
“I don’t want to go either.” He retorts. “They’ll drag me out there anyway.”
“Ugh.” You let an unimpressed noise escape, dragging it out dramatically. Of course the one day you actually want to go have fun it gets ruined.
“Just come with me!” Felix exclaims, hitting you with the bags again. “C’mon, you’re friends with the guys too.”
“I think you’re forgetting that there’s someone I don’t really wanna see right now.” Your response is deadpan, but Felix whips out his signature puppy dog eyes, making you groan.
“Pleasee? I don’t wanna have to see Hyunjin either but we can be each other’s buffer.” When you still refuse, he whines, “You can play with the cats! It’s been so long since you’ve seen them!”
“Fine! Fine, I’ll go.” You sigh, and Felix grins, letting go of your arm. You don’t think you could ever say no to him anyway.
You end up stopping at your place, dropping off your shopping bags and changing into comfier clothes. Felix is already in a hoodie, but he finds a pair of sweats in your drawer that fit him (they’re Chan’s, but you try your hardest to ignore that fact) and puts them on. Usually, you end up staying over at Jisung and Minho’s place after movie nights, so you put on your favorite lacy pajama tank and matching shorts, soft and comfortable. You slip on a hoodie after, grabbing your keys and bag and heading out with Felix.
The drive over is quiet, music soft. You can tell by the set of Felix’s jaw and the way he grips the steering wheel that he’s nervous. You give his arm a gentle squeeze, letting him know it’ll be fine. But you’re steeling yourself too, and you have a weird feeling about this, a small, sneaking sense of dread about facing Chan.
You still haven’t spoken, and although you know Felix has seen him every day. he hasn’t exactly given you any updates. You assume there’s going to be tension between the guys, and Jisung probably planned this to try and fix things.
As you walk up and knock on their door, you can hear them yelling and laughing inside. And then you hear it. Chan’s voice.
It’s deep, and warm, and it immediately drops you back into that night, into his arms and his bed. He held you so gently, lips and hands caressing your skin, murmuring into your ear, and you can’t help but shiver as you remember the feeling of his mouth against your throat.
Before you can even manage to bring yourself back to the present, the door swings open, and there he is.
You were expecting Jisung, maybe Changbin, easy conversation and warm smiles, but instead you’re faced with a very familiar chest and your mouth drops open without your permission.
You can’t do anything but stare. He’s in a tank top, big arms out and muscles defined and he looks so real and it hits you all at once how much you miss him. As you gaze travels down, you see gray sweats and a heavy print that’s a little too familiar-
You snap your eyes back up, lips still parted in shock. A voice in the back of your mind whispers that you must look crazy right now, with your messy hair and fluffy socks and stunned silence.
Looking at his face now, you take in the muscle that jumps in his jaw and the dark bags under his eyes. He doesn’t look good, face tired and sad. As he stares back at you, the tips of his ears flush red.
“Y-y/n, uh-” He starts, unable to form words. He’s interrupted by Jeongin, who bounces around him with all the energy of an excited child.
“Noona! I missed you!” He exclaims as he sweeps you up in a hug. You’re surprised as the younger boy squeezes you, face squished into his shoulder. He’s never really been one for physical affection, but he’s always let you cuddle (and coddle) him.
You find yourself absentmindedly rubbing his back, saying,
“I missed you too, Innie.” He lets go of you then, and you catch a glimpse of a strange expression crossing Chan’s face before his gaze shutters and he turns and walks off into the living room.
Jeongin greets Felix next, already chattering about some movie and its leading actor. You make your way in after a minute, following the sounds of the boys talking and joking around.
Once you’ve dropped off your things and gotten settled, pointedly avoiding Chan and Hyunjin, you make your way into the kitchen. Minho is there, making popcorn for everyone.
“Hi, Min!” You say, hugging him from behind. If Jeongin was like your little brother, Minho was the closest thing you had to an older one. Even though he tended to be more harsh, he was always honest and gave good advice.
“Yah, get off me, you little gremlin.” He gives a shake, causing you to drop your arms with a pout. “Where have you been? Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Oh, well, I’ve been.. around.” It’s maybe the least convincing answer you’ve ever given anyone, but he caught you off guard and you’ve never been able to lie to Minho. You’re eternally grateful that he just lets out a small hum and goes back to what he was doing.
The microwave beeps and you help him tear open the bags and pour them into three big bowls to pass around, stealing bites as you go.
Minho slaps your hand away and bumps you with his hip, making you laugh and take another handful of popcorn as he shakes his head. You didn’t really realize how much you missed the guys. It only makes you sad, realizing that messing things up with Chan meant losing all of them too.
As you think, a silky tail brushing your bare leg interrupts you. It’s Dori, and you coo and immediately squat to pet him. He’s usually more aloof, but he’s always been affectionate with you.
He meows, and you giggle, scratching his ears and murmuring in a baby voice as you pet him.
- - -
Chan has never been so fucking jealous of a damn cat in his life.
He’s practically steaming, and he knows it’s irrational, but hearing your sweet voice talking to the stupid cat, the way your pretty fingers stroke over silky fur, ticks him off more than anything.
He wants to hear that voice directed at him, feel your hand on his skin. This is the closest he’s been to you in a week, and he hasn’t even been said a word to you yet.
He couldn’t even muster up a single sound when he opened that door to see you standing in the hallway. You wore a big hoodie and tiny shorts that left miles of skin on display, plush thighs exposed. The sight had him burning up but honestly, the messiness of your hair and the way your hoodie sat uneven, slipping off one shoulder, had him lost.
You were so pretty, but fuck if he didn’t miss your laugh and your smile even more than your body. As much as he tried to shove down his feelings for you, he just wanted his best friend back.
Which brings him back to the whole issue. You won’t talk to him. You haven’t even been in the same building as him for a week, and now that you are, you’re avoiding him.
He just stands and watches you for a moment, taking you in, until Changbin comes up to him, squeezing his shoulder with a sympathetic smile.
“You’ll work it out, hyung.” He says quietly, and Chan drops his head, turning back into the living room. He knew it was a bad idea to come.
Once everyone is settled and done arguing over what movie to watch, he finds himself on the opposite side of the couch from you. He’s squished between Seungmin and Changbin, who he knows will bicker the whole time. You’re on the very end, Felix by your side. Great. The two of you can keep up your silent treatment.
You always sit together on movie nights. He knows it sounds stupid, but it upsets him. He’s spent so much time with you that it’s muscle memory to be pressed into your side with an arm over your shoulders, and he’s just itching to be close to you.
He knows something has to be wrong for you to be ignoring him like this, but honestly he finds it so petty. When have you ever not told him when something’s wrong? And now, he doesn’t even know what he did and you won’t just tell him.
Chan is the kind of person who wants to take charge of a situation, take care of everyone and solve problems. He can’t do that without knowing what the problem is, and it frustrates him to no end.
All he can do is sit on the opposite end of the couch, skin crawling with helpless frustration and the urge to be the one with you cuddled into his side.
- - -
You’re not faring much better. You’ve felt Chan’s eyes burning into you the whole time, but you’ve managed to avoid a conversation with him.
It just hurts too bad to look at him, knowing he doesn’t even remember something that meant more to you than you want to admit. To hear from Minho that he ‘just wants his best friend back’, that he probably doesn’t even feel the same way.
You want to talk to him, to figure everything out, to be able to just be near him again, but it would hurt too bad. He hasn’t even approached you anyway, and you think maybe he doesn’t need you the same way you need him.
Regardless, you just want to go to him, to lean on him and feel the familiar shape of his body melting into yours, to apologize and work things out.
But you have no reason, no second chance to give him, so you sit. You lean on Felix and you stare ahead and watch the movie. You laugh at all the right times and eat snacks and try your hardest to ignore the fact that every inch of you is screaming to be near him, to feel his arms around you again.
He’s so close, but you’ve never felt farther.
an: yayayayy pt 2 finally donee! i hope ygs enjoy 🥹 third and final part coming soon!
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Intro post
Hi, my name is Niyasha!! I am a minor, and use she/her pronouns :) I am looking for mutuals with similar interests, and just anyone to yap about shared interests together hehe My interests are anything Shakespeare hehe, medicine, House M.D., object shows, KPOP OH MY GOD I L O V E KPOP, and a lot more random hyperfixations lol
hehe, I’ll probably be posting a lot about these, with a side of activism
I’ll update this post when new special interests spawn in my brain haha, which, knowing my audhd self, will be pretty soon lol
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i get finding out abt hannah bc of bang chan, that’s understandable. but what’s NOT understandable is constantly mentioning her brother under her posts. it’s weird. let her be her own person without always associating her w bang chan.
