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♥A/N: I made these to cope with Hyunjn's haircut then I saw that Jisung and Lix dyed their hair and I added more to them. I'm unwell, my reality has shifted and Kiwi Hyunjin will be getting several fics from me in the coming months... thank you and enjoy.
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CW: Dumbification, degradation + praise mix, pet names (good girl, baby, doll), power dynamic (soft dom x submissive reader), overstimulation, dirty talk, light spit play, mental unraveling
Wc: 2,500 (ish)
Synopsis: You start the night sharp, clever, in control. By the end, you’re drooling around his cock, brain gone fuzzy, body trembling, and begging for more.
Your legs are shaking, and you can’t remember how many times you’ve come.
You think it’s four. Or five. Maybe six? You tried to count, but at some point your thoughts got all tangled and soft — too slippery to hold onto. All you can do now is breathe and moan and look up at Seungmin with those wide, dazed eyes he loves so much.
He’s still fully dressed. That’s the worst part.
Or maybe the best.
“You’re so fuckin’ easy now,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers slowly down your cheek, thumb smearing a little drool from the corner of your lips.
“Used to get all smart with me. All full of attitude.”
You whimper. You want to argue — say you are smart, that you still can think — but all that comes out is a messy little sound and the instinctive grind of your hips against the mattress.
“Oh?” He tilts his head. “You’ve got something to say, baby?”
You try. Really. But your mouth opens and all that spills out is, “I—please—Seungmin, I—”
He hums, mock-pitying, sliding two fingers between your legs and pressing right where you’re soaked and sensitive. Your whole body jolts.
“That’s what I thought.” He leans in closer, voice low and velvet-smooth. “Any brain cells left in that little head of yours?”
You shake your head before you even mean to.
He grins.
“God, you’re perfect.”
His hand leaves your cunt and wraps around your throat instead — gentle, just enough pressure to make your body hum. Not choking. Just owning.
“This is where you belong. Flat on your back, drooling for me, too dumb to remember your own name unless I remind you.”
“Seungmin—”
“Shh.” He slides his fingers into your mouth, slow and deliberate. “Suck.”
You do — eager, eyes fluttering shut as you wrap your lips around them like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like you’re made for this. He watches your mouth work, watches your thighs twitch, and his smile deepens.
“There she is,” he murmurs. “My dumb little doll. Don’t need to think. Don’t need to talk. Just keep that mouth busy and take what I give you.”
When he finally unzips his pants and pulls himself out, you whimper so sweetly that he chuckles — low and warm, like he’s genuinely proud of how far you’ve fallen.
“Open wide, baby. Gonna make that pretty head even emptier.”
His cock rests heavy against your lips, the head flushed, already leaking. You can feel him twitch when your tongue peeks out and licks a stripe along the underside — slow, trembling, like your body knows what to do even if your brain’s long gone.
“That’s it,” Seungmin breathes. “See? Don’t need to think when you’re on your knees like this. Mouth open, eyes blank — fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”
He doesn’t shove himself in. No — he takes his time. Presses the tip against your lips, lets you wrap around him willingly, sinking inch by inch into your mouth as you moan around him.
Your head’s fuzzy. You can’t remember what you were going to say. You don’t even care. All that matters is the weight on your tongue, the praise in his voice, and the way he pets your hair like you’re his perfect little toy.
“Good girl,” he groans, hips barely rocking forward. “Just like that. Keep sucking. Nice and slow. Don’t think — just feel.”
You do. God, you feel everything.
The sting of your sore throat. The throb between your legs. The dull ache in your knees from how long you’ve been down here. All of it just blends into heat. Pleasure. Him.
He doesn’t go too deep — not yet. He lets you drool down your chin, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, but his grip stays gentle.
“You’re so good for me,” he whispers, tilting your chin up as he pulls out with a pop. His cock is soaked, shining with spit. “Bet if I fucked you right now, you’d come before I even bottomed out.”
You nod. You’re not even embarrassed. You want it. You want to be that easy.
“Messy thing,” he murmurs, pushing you back onto the bed. “So empty, aren’t you?”
You nod again, panting.
He climbs over you, mouth brushing your ear. “Then let me fill you up.”
You whimper, legs spreading without a second thought — your body’s already begging even before your mouth can catch up.
And when he finally slides inside — slow, deliberate, filling you inch by inch like he’s claiming space in your body and your mind — you swear something inside you breaks open.
Not pain. Not even pleasure. Just surrender.
He groans into your throat, hand curling around your waist as you clench around him.
“That’s it, baby. Not a thought left, huh?”
All you can do is moan, arms weak around his shoulders, head lolling back as he starts to move.
And Seungmin? He’s nothing but patient.
He fucks you like he’s savoring it. Like he owns every whimper you make. Every twitch of your thighs. Every half-formed word that dies in your throat.
“Mine,” he murmurs. “My sweet, dumb, perfect girl.”
You’re already moaning, barely able to hold yourself together.
“Too much?” he asks, almost sweet. He cups your cheek like he cares, like he’d stop if you really needed him to.
But the look in his eyes says he knows.
Knows you’ll take it. That you want to take it. That you’re desperate to fall apart all over again just to hear him say you’re a good girl with nothing left to think about but his cock.
“N-no,” you breathe. “Please—keep going—need you—”
He smiles. Something proud. Something wicked.
“That’s my girl.”
He fucks you deeper then — not rough, but thorough, pushing into you until the rhythm has your whole body trembling beneath him. Your mind goes quiet. Blank. You can’t hold onto anything but the feeling of him dragging in and out, his hips grinding down just right against your swollen clit.
You’re already close again. He can tell.
“Already?” he coos. “Barely started, baby. Thought you were gonna be good for me. Thought you could take it.”
“I—I can—” you gasp, but the words slur out, wrecked and useless.
He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, still fucking you slow and deep. “Of course you can. My perfect little doll. Not a single thought left in that head, and you’re still trying to please me.”
You nod, teary-eyed, thighs trembling with the effort to keep up. You’re so wet, the sound of him sliding into you fills the room — obscene and raw and perfect.
Then his hand slides between your bodies and finds your clit again.
You jerk, eyes rolling back.
“No—too much—!”
“Too much?” he echoes, mocking-soft.
“Thought you said you could take it.”
Your mouth opens, but no words come out — just a high, broken moan as your body arches off the bed and your climax crashes over you like a wave.
It’s too much. It’s not enough. You want to stop. You want more. You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore.
And Seungmin watches it all, smiling like the devil himself.
“Messy little thing,” he whispers. “So easy to ruin now. Can’t even form words. Can’t even beg.”
You’re crying — not from pain, just from the sheer, overwhelming bliss. Your body’s gone soft and twitchy, your legs spread open and useless.
He fucks you through it, coaxing every last spasm out of you.
“Think you can come again, baby?” he murmurs. “One more for me? Just one more?”
You sob a yes. You’d say anything for him.
And when he starts thrusting again — a little harder this time, the rhythm faster, relentless — you realize there’s no going back.
You’re his. All of you.
Mind. Body. Every pretty little sound you make when he says your name.
His thumb circles your clit again — light, fast, cruel — and your hips buck without permission.
“No—wait, I—”
“Oh, you can,” he says, breath hot against your ear. “You will. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock, baby. One more time. Give it to me.”
Your fingers claw weakly at his back. Your mouth opens but all that comes out is a cry — a soft, helpless sound as your body locks up tight, walls fluttering around him. The orgasm rips through you like lightning, sharp and blinding and wet.
You sob, clinging to him, shaking through the aftershocks.
“There you go,” he whispers, slowing his hips but not stopping. “That’s it. Just like that. Let it all go. That’s my good girl.”
You’re wrecked. Destroyed. You can barely breathe.
And Seungmin just smiles. He’s so proud of you it almost hurts.
“You don’t even realize how pretty you look like this, do you?” he murmurs. His hand strokes down your cheek — gentle now. “Tears on your face, drool on your chin, legs shaking, pussy soaked… and still so good for me.”
You moan something — maybe his name, maybe nothing at all. Your brain’s gone, left behind somewhere around the third orgasm.
“That’s okay,” he coos, brushing sweaty hair out of your face. “Don’t need to talk. Don’t need to think.”
His rhythm gets sharper, faster. Controlled, but edging toward something rougher now — his need finally taking over after all the patience he’s shown.
“You’re perfect like this. All soft. All dumb. Just lying there and taking it.”
You moan, high and broken. The words make something flutter in your chest.
“You don’t even care that I’m using you, do you?” he breathes. His voice is getting breathless now, hips starting to stutter. “Just want me to fill you up. Want my cum in that stupid, sloppy cunt. Say it.”
“I—want—want you to—” you gasp, barely forming the words.
“Say it.”
“Want you to come inside—need it—need you—please—”
That’s all it takes.
He groans low and filthy as he buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching deep inside you as he spills into you with a shudder.
“Fuck yes…take all of it…”
His fingers dig into your hips, holding you still as he empties himself, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his temple. You can feel it — the warmth of it spreading inside you, hot and possessive.
He stays there for a long moment, chest pressed to yours, his cock still pulsing inside your aching walls.
Then he lets out a soft sigh and kisses your cheek.
You don’t know how long you lie there — your body boneless, legs still spread, his cum slowly dripping out of you and pooling onto the sheets. Your vision’s hazy. Everything feels soft. Distant.
But you feel him.
The weight of his body lifting gently from yours.
The way his fingers brush over your inner thigh, slow and light, tracing the mess he’s made of you like he’s memorizing it.
Then a warm cloth — soft, wet, and tender — touches your skin.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you, baby. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he wipes between your legs with practiced care. Every stroke is patient. Gentle. He’s not rushing. He never does.
“Look at this mess,” he says softly, but there’s no edge to it now. Only affection. “You took so much. Made for it, huh?”
You whimper faintly, your hips giving a weak twitch, but he presses a kiss to your thigh and hushes you again.
“I know. I know it’s a lot,” he says. “You were so good for me. So perfect. I’m proud of you.”
He turns the cloth, cleaning you with careful precision, working slowly from your thighs inward, never missing a spot. You’re still a little twitchy, sensitive, but he never pushes — just coos softly whenever you flinch.
“Breathe for me, doll,” he whispers. “In… and out. That’s it.”
When he finishes, he tosses the cloth aside and pulls the blankets up over you, tucking them gently around your shoulders like you’re delicate. Like you’re precious.
Then he slips in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back to his chest. His hand settles over your belly, the other brushing hair away from your face.
“So pretty when you’re all used up,” he murmurs into your hair. “But this part’s my favorite.”
You hum softly. Barely there. But you feel safe. Grounded.
“You did everything I asked,” he says, voice low and warm. “Took all of me like a good girl. You didn’t even think, did you?”
You shake your head, the smallest smile tugging at your lips.
“Mm. Thought not.”
He kisses the shell of your ear and lets his hand drift to your hip, holding you steady in his arms.
“No more thinking tonight. Just rest, baby. I’ve got you.”
A/N: I gave myself whiplash writing this Seungmin 🫠
-warnings- subby Innie, kinda aftercare, mommy used for reader, upset Jeongin 🥲
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"You're gonna wipe it off."
You tell him, trying to push him away as you do your night time skin care routine.
"Just one?" He tries to bargain.
"It looks so soft. Please?"
Jeongin pouts and places his chin on your shoulder, hoping to convince you with his cute face if nothing else.
You glance at his face in the mirror but quickly shrug him off, tired of always giving into him.
"Let me finish washing my face and I'll join you in bed."
He lets out a whine but walks out of the bathroom, stomping his way to your bed and practically flopping onto it from the sound the bed makes.
You roll your eyes as a grin makes its way onto your face. You finish drying off your face and walk into the bedroom to see Jeongin sitting with his arms wrapped around your pillow and a cute glare/pout across his face.
"Jeongin. Can I have my pillow back so I can go to bed?"
He shakes his head and lets out a hmph, tightening his arms around the pillow.
You release a sigh but can't help the smile that pulls at your lips at how badly he wants a kiss from you. You climb onto the bed and sit in front of him.
He thinks you're going to take the pillow from him so he turns his body away from you, protecting it and hiding his pout that is quickly dissolving into a frown.
"Baby." You reach out to cup his cheek but he turns his head and cuts you off.
"I just wanted a kiss!" You can hear the sadness behind his voice, making you frown.
"Why won't mommy give me a kiss?"
He lowers his voice as he buries his face in your pillow, tightly squeezing it.
"Was I a bad boy? Did I do something wrong earlier?"
You finally understand what's upsetting him and quickly try to shut down his negative thoughts. You gently pull his chin up and cradle his face in your hands.
"You never did anything wrong Innie. Im not punishing you baby. I just didn't want the vaseline to come off."
He frowns up at you as he sniffs, trying to see if you're being honest with him. You wipe a tear from his cheek and give him a soft peck to the lips, showing him that you aren't upset with him.
His cheeks warm as he wipes the other cheek with his sleeve, his pout making another appearance.
"More." He cutely demands, bringing a smile back to your face.
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)
SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"
"What?"
"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."
Author’s note: I didn't really have any time to edit this but I wanted to post it anyway <3 SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER !!!!!!!
I love Christmas. Ever since I was a kid Christmas meant the world to me and my mom, and under any circumstances, she made sure I had the best time every year. It does feel a little weird that she's not here with me, but looking around the living room, filled with all the people I adore, I feel like I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Everyone is here. Changbin, Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin came late in the afternoon just as we had finished setting everything up. Felix and Emma cooked a variety of different foods and sweets, nothing too fancy but enough for a warm and cozy Christmas get-together between friends, while, Hyunjin, Chan, and I decorated the place by lighting up the fireplace, hanging a bunch of Christmas lights around the house, and doing everything that we could do in order to shower the house with the best Christmas vibe.
We are all hanging in the living room, drinking and enjoying the food while low Christmas music plays in the background. We talked and laughed, and when the games started I found myself laughing like I haven't had in a long time, and it made me realize that if I got lucky in one thing it's meeting these people. Sitting here, spread across the living, on the floor and couches like we have no problems or responsibilities, like our lives are sweet and easy, simply enjoying each other's company, this is more than enough for me.
He came late. He came after we had 4 bottles of wine, after many rounds of games, and after half of the food was gone. He entered the room and I was unable to focus on anything else, cause in my eyes he shined brighter than the Christmas lights around us. He wore a smile that didn't reach his eyes and gave an excuse for being late that I didn't bother listen, my eyes still taking him in. It's impossible not to notice the difference, something was up and I could tell just by looking at him. He greeted everyone, faking laughs and jokes before sitting down next to Jisung. Everyone went back to the previous conversation but my eyes stayed glued to him from my sitting position on the floor, noticing how his face dropped when the attention was taken off of him. His hands reached for the half-empty bottle of whiskey, purring himself a generous amount before leaning back on the couch. Jisung smiles, talking with the rest of them but I caught the way his hand touched Minho's, silently and gently.
The whole time, it felt like he was just watching us not really getting involved in any conversation, not really playing in any of the games, and barely interacting with anyone unless they talked to him first. He doesn't sing or dance when the karaoke battles begin, he just sits there, observing. His eyes are on me almost all of the time, not in any specific way, with no hint of anything behind them, he just looks at me as if he's watching a movie.
I, on the other hand, am having fun. This feeling that comes with the company of these people, resembles the one of having a family, which I never really got to experience, not thoroughly at least. It feels nice and I'm happy. I allow myself for once to not let my thoughts drown me and lead me into a place of guilt and self-hatred, a place I visit quite often during holidays and any time that's considered 'family time'. It hurts to replay the very few memories I have of the time when my family was happily together, when my dad wasn't an alcoholic or abusive, and when my brother was alive. Days like these always hurt a little more but tonight I feel a little lighter. I drink and I dance and I laugh fully aware that he's watching my every move. I don't care though cause all I care about right now is having fun with my friends.
As much as I try not to pay attention, my mind is racing, going through all the possible things that could be going through his head right now and all the possible reasons he looks so out of it. One of the things that's giving away that something is up is the fact that Jisung has been glued to his side the whole night. As he talks and drinks like all of us, his mind is still on Minho, making sure he's staying close to him or touching him in some way. Not that Minho acts any different, clinging to his side as well. If Jisung moves, his moves, if Jisung talks he talks. The amount of whiskey that he's been drinking didn't go unnoticed by me as well, drowning glass after glass, like it's water. I've been holding myself back the whole night, choosing to have fun instead of dedicating yet another night with my friends to chasing Minho around. But, I can't stop myself. Not when he's looking at me like that every chance he gets, his eyes silently begging me, pulling me in.
I lift myself off the ground, as the fighting between Changbin and Hyunjin about who won the last game continues. I feel Felix's hand touching mine, from his seating position.
"Where are you going?" He asks.
"Just getting some water, you want anything from the kitchen?"
"Oh, no, I'm okay." He lets me go.
His eyes are on me again, following me as I circle the couch to go to the kitchen. He's sitting in the corner of the couch, his hand with the glass of whiskey tight between his fingers, resting against the arm of the couch. As I'm walking past him, I let my fingers brush against his arm, in a smooth way, just for a few seconds before walking into the kitchen.
I leaned into the counter, my hands crossed in front of my chest, waiting and anxiously biting the nail of my thumb. Precisely 23 seconds later, he walks into the kitchen. He moves slowly, hands in his pocket and head hanging low. He stops a few feet away from me and lifts his eyes to meet mine.
I lower my hand from my mouth, my heart tightening at the way he looks at me. "What's wrong?" I dare to whisper and it's like my words break something inside him.
His shoulders fall, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "One of your hugs would be good right now."
I open my arms immediately, not thinking about anything, or anyone else. He takes 3 big steps and throws his body on mine, burning his face in my neck and holding my waist like I'm gonna disappear. I close my arms around him, holding him like never before, and I feel my own body relax. This weird comfort that comes along with his touch shocks me every time, the feeling of familiarity and warmth that makes me feel safe is something that I've only ever felt with him. He doesn't say a word, he just breaths hard and we stay like that for some time, holding each other, my body leaning against the counter with his leaning down on me. This feels like a level of intimacy that we hadn't reached yet, much deeper than any kiss of touch we've shared only cause it feels so raw and open, something he rarely is with me.
"Minho... " I say his name with hesitation, and I feel his body twitch.
"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry about everything." He mumbles, his face still deep into my neck.
"What are you talking about?" I try to pull back a bit, try to see his face.
He looks up, his eyes red and watery. "I'm trying.." He whispers so brokenly that I feel my own emotions building.
"It's okay.." I touch the sides of his face, feeling his jaw clenching and unclenching. I don't know what to say or do, I don't know how to act cause this is the first time I've seen him like this.
"I'm trying to be better, I'm trying to be good. A good friend, a good person, a good brother but I just keep fucking up. I can't control it, it's like I'm made to destroy anything good that comes into my life and for a long time I was okay with that, I was okay with being that version of myself cause all I had was myself." He speaks as if he was desperately holding the words inside for ages. "I have people I care about now," He looks me in the eyes. "People I wanna keep and I keep messing up." He stops, sucking in a breath. "You're important to me, you've been important to me since the night I met you and that's exactly why I didn't want you around me. People like me don't fit with people like you."
I feel my own breath shaking, my eyes searching his. "D-don't say that." My hands slowly drop from his face. It hurts that he thinks so highly of me, cause he shouldn't.
"It's true." He nods several times. "But, baby you're light. My everything is attracted to you in a way I can't explain. "
"So you care?" I let some of the excitement his words awoke inside me show on my face.
"Yes, I care." He rolls his eyes.
"Well, telling your sister that we're just friends when a few minutes before that you had me coming all over your fingers, is a really shitty way to show that you care." I joke even though it still hurts. It's scary to me how fast he switched, the way he looked at me, the way he spoke, it was like he was a different person.
His eyes squint, inhaling sharply through his teeth. "That was not one of my finest moments, I must admit."
"Why did you do it then?" I can't stop myself from asking.
He stares at me, his face for once visibly vulnerable. "Cause I got scared." He says. "Cause suddenly you got too close to the real me and I got scared." It's almost like it hurts him to say the words, the truth.
"You don't have to hide from me Minho," I reply just as honestly. "I want you, all of you. I''ve been trying to get you to let me in since day one but every time it feels like I take one step forward and then three steps back."
"I know," His lips form a tight line. "I know and it's my fault but I can't stay away from you." My heart jumps a little at his words. "I'm fucked up and I don't know how to act around you but I simply can't stay away from you."
Our foreheads lock, his hands cupping my jaw and I don't breathe, I forget how to. "Then don't." My words make his eyes snap. " If you stay, I'll stay and If you try, I'll try but I'm not running after you. If you're not ready, I'll be your friend until you are, cause I'm not giving myself away to someone that's holding back from doing the same. "
The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. "My friend? "
"Obviously you can't handle me as more than that so...." I shrug, as his hands slide down from my face and rest on my hipbones lazily.
"Trust me," His voice drops just like his head. "I can handle you extremely well." And just like that the spark in my stomach lights up. A word of his, a look, a simple touch, and my body begins heating up.
"That's not a very friendly thing to say." I tease ignoring the way his nose brushes against my neck, his lips barely touching my skin.
He chuckles, sending vibrations down my body. "Well, I wanna bend you over the counter and make you scream my name as you come around my dick, in the friendliest way possible."
I seel my lips together suppressing a moan as I stare at him through my lashes, the heat in my belly growing along with his smile.
"Let's go back, we've been gone for a while." I clear my throat, giving him a light push backwards.
His laugh fills the room as he bounces next to me with a cocky smile. "So we're friends?" He says the word like it's a joke.
"Friends." I nod, swallowing hard. And even though I know that it's the right thing to say, the more I look at him the more it feels like a mistake.
He crosses his arms against his chest. "Thank you for listening to me."
"Of course." I nod, offering a sweet smile. I could listen to him talk for hours, almost as many hours as I could sit in absolute silence simply enjoying the sight of him.
He glances at me from head to toe, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Let's go." I make the first move, pushing myself off the counter and walking towards the exit of the kitchen. I hear him walking behind me and then I feel a short yet sharp slap against my ass, making me halt my steps.
He walks past me, with his hands lifted apologetically and a devilish grin. "Sorry, bestie." And then enters the living room going straight to his previous spot on the couch.
Everyone is still so heavily invested in the game to notice how flushed my face is as I also return to my spot on the floor next to Felix.
. . . .
I wanted to play tough, I really did. 'Let's stay friends' I said and actually regretted it the second the words came out of my mouth, and as time went by I regretted it even more.
Bro, his eyes. His eyes are on me from his seat next to Jisung the whole time along with a small smile, the type of smile that makes my toes curl. I try, so hard, not to look his way not to let his devilish glances get to me but turns out I'm not tough at all, actually, I'm soft as a fucking marshmallow when it comes to Lee Minho. Approximately 47 minutes have passed and I'm boiling, trying to contain myself as the fun continues. Everyone is almost drunk, the food and sweets have been absolutely devoured and we've played every single game in the book. This has to be my favorite Christmas in a long time cause I've always been a sucker for simple things, just me and my friends in a room full of beautiful Christmas decorations having the best time, that's all I need. Well, that and Minho pinning me against the wall and slamming his dick-
Nope. No.
Sefl control. That's what I need. And maybe some holy water.
"I must say this is an excellent way to spend Christmas." Chan looks around with a gentle smile. "I really love having everyone here, together."
"It does feel nice." Jisung agrees. "It feels almost like a family." His tone is slightly sad, his big eyes taking in the sight of us.
"Speaking of that," Chan clears his throat, his body straightening. "I have something to say."
"Oh no." Emma's face drops but Chan's quick to ensure her.
"It's nothing bad, quite the opposite actually."
The way Felix straightens his posture as well, and how his face turns suddenly serious catches my attention.
"I-I'm-" He stutters. "So, our school is planning a music competition in which the winner will be signed to a music label."
"That's perfect!" I squeal, clapping my hands together.
"The thing is that the company that our school is working with this year is JYP Entertainment."
I feel my shoulders slowly dropping, my reaction the complete opposite of the reaction the rest of them have.
"JYP?" Changbin lifts his brows.
"JYP as THE JYP that's one of the top 5 companies in the Kpop industry?" Jisung expression is shocked.
"Yep," He scratches the back of his head.
"Oh, my god. That's huge!" Jeongin can't contain his excitement.
Chan meets my eyes. "It is, besides the fact that JYP and team Wang are besties."
It takes a few seconds for everyone to connect the dots and then a loud group groan fills the room.
"Well, that doesn't necessarily mean that Jackson will get the spot." Emma tries to be positive, as always.
"No," Chan agrees with her. "And that's why in order to compete and win we have to be the best that we can be."
"We are already pretty good." Seungmin says.
"Musicly yeah, but considering that JYP is a Kpop company our stage presence is lacking." He explains. "And that's why I thought it would be a great idea to change things up a bit."
"What do you mean?" Minho's eyes narrow questionably.
Chan's visibly struggling, trying to find the right words, clearly unsure of what he's about to say and if it is even right or needs to be said but he speaks up anyway. "I was thinking,"
"WE were thinking," Changbin speaks up, directing everyone's attention to him.
"Yes, we were thinking of adding a few new members to the group, specifically people that can help us have a better stage presence, uhm dance-wise." He hesitantly says and my mind catches up immediately.
Everyone goes silent, probably starting to catch up as well.
"We think that Hyunjin and Felix would be a great addition to the team." Changbing finally says it, knowing that Chan will go in circles for a few more minutes.
Silence. Hyunjin and Felix are exchanging looks.
"Besides the fact that they're amazing performers, we were playing around one day at the studio, and turns out their vocals are pretty good." Changbin goes on.
"And also Felix's voice is incredibly unique, I think it will be a perfect fit for us." Chan adds.
Still, everyone stays silent, looking around at each other, thinking.
"Well, I like the idea." Surprisingly Minho is the first to speak up. "I feel like Hyunjin, Felix, and I will make a good dancing team."
"And I think that Felix's voice will be great to have in our songs, it will for sure be our signature thing," Jisung adds.
Their words make Chan's shoulder visibly relax, his face lighting up.
"We completely understand if you don't want us to join, It's what you've been working on for so long and we don't wanna invade," Hyunjin says looking at the guys that still haven't said a word.
"No," Jisung says. "We've known you guys for a month and a half and I think we can all agree that we feel like we've known you for ages. If you can contribute to the team and help us win then I'm more than happy to have you along with us in this journey."
It warms my heart to see everyone bonding and growing closer and closer together.
"Same." Jeongin nods. "Besides, every time we recorded something, it always felt like something was missed or that it needed something more."
"Exactly and I trust Chan," Seungmin smiles. "If he says that it's a good idea then we'll give it a shot."
"Great, " Chan's smile is bright as he claps his hands together, happy that everyone is on the same boat. "Well," He laughs awkwardly. "Welcome to the family." He turns to Hyunjin and Felix, who just smile.
"Yay!" I wrap my arms around Felix's shoulders, feeling him giggle.
"Shots to celebrate!" Emma yells and everyone joins in screaming and laughing.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Emma asked several times if I was okay with her spending the night with Seungmin and even though I assured her that I was perfectly fine with it she still looked at me like a mother leaving her 10-year-old daughter home alone for date night.
For some reason, all of them treated me that way. Chan asked me over 10 times if I wanted to stay here for the night, Hyunjin and Felix kept offering to go for drinks just the three of us when everybody left and Minho, well Minho couldn't stomach the fact that I didn't want him to drive me home.
My phone vibrated for the second time since I started walking back home.
"You can still change your mind you know." He singsongs in my ear.
"Nope." I stand my ground, happy that he can't see the smile that's forming on my lips at how persistent he is. How I secretly hoped he would be and how I secretly love it.
He groans playfully. "Stop being stubborn."
"Me protecting myself from inevitable heartbreak isn't stubbornness." I fumble with my keys, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder. I open the door and walk into the elevator.
"You're afraid that I'm gonna break your heart?" I can picture the smirk on his face without even trying. I think that we both know the answer to that question. It's always one that gets hurt, the one that gets completely and utterly heartbroken to the point that being in love ever again seems like torture. And I know that it's gonna be me. I already feel my heart breaking little by little every time something happens and I know that at this point it's inevitable.
"I know you are." I smile at the ground as the elevator doors open reaching the third floor in a few seconds.
A throat-clearing noise makes my eyes snap upwards. My feet freeze.
He smiles, his body leaning against the wall next to my door. He keeps his phone pressed to his ear as he answers. "I think heartbreak is poetic."
Silence, the dangling keys in my hands being the only sound filling the empty hallway.
"Heartbreak is tragic and painful." I hand up and he does the same.
"Yeah but worth it." He looks at me through his lashes, head hanging low with his arms crossed.
He looks soft. Softer than usual. Calm. "Some of them."
His half smile widens. "For me, it will be worth it when you break my heart."
There it is. The knot in my stomach, the tightness in my chest, his words can make me a mess in seconds.
I walk slowly, standing in front of him. "What are you doing here? How-" I chose not to comment on what he said.
"I drove." He offers me a tight smile.
I stare at him, my expression straight and playfully serious.
Instead of answering he digs into his pocket, pulling out the set of keys I've given Chan.
"That's creepy, you know that right?"
He bursts into a deep chuckle, his hand messing with his hair. "It's still Christmas and I don't want you to spend it alone."
I swallow hard.
"Minho," I say unlocking the door. "we argued on some boundaries."
"It's okay, I won't stay long." He pushes past me, entering the house before I do, already taking off his shoes.
I can't do anything other than shake my head at him, warmth creeping in. I close the door behind me, dropping my stuff on the small table next to the door. He takes in the space for a few seconds before settling on the couch and It hits me that this is the first time that he hasn't burst through the door to yell at me. I take my shoes off as well, suddenly nervous, and walk further into the small kitchen.
"I'm fine with being alone," I say, pulling out two glasses. "Water?"
"Wine?" He crosses his legs and leans back on the couch, which suddenly looks smaller than usual.
I hold his gaze only for a few seconds, the tension in the air thick. "Sure." I swallow.
I set a bottle of red wine we had in the fridge and two glasses on the coffee table, before sitting down in the small space he's left for me next to him.
"Minho what are you doing here?" I turn to face him, popping my arm against the back of the couch and resting my head against my palm.
"I was driving home," He reaches for the bottle, opening it effortlessly. "And all I could think about is how beautiful you looked today. How you were genuinely laughing at everything Changbin did or said and how you ran your hands nervously through your hair every time it was your turn to play. I noticed that the only thing you ate was the chocolate-covered strawberries so it got me thinking that it's probably your favorite fruit and then I realized that; I don't know what your favorite book is." He fills my glass with a generous amount of the red liquid, before moving on to his. "Or your favorite movie. I don't know if you like your coffee cold or warm, I don't know if you sleep with a small light on or you like it completely dark. I know nothing about your mom or how you grew up to be this incredible human that you are."
I take the glass between my fingers. "I'm not incredible," I mumble. "Far from it actually."
He looks at me, his face open and relaxed. "You're the most incredible person I know."
My chest sparks with pain, it tightens. "It's because you don't know me well."
"I want to," He leans in, speaking with no hesitation. "I wanna know everything about you."
I can't hold his gaze for more than a few seconds, cause the more I look at him the more I wanna let the words pour out of my mouth and allow him to read me like an open book. Unravel all the damage and darkness that I kept hidden, and lay everything on the table for him to see. I want him to know me, but a part of me is still afraid, still scared to let him this close.
"This picture that you have in your mind, this idea of me is far from who I really am."
His eyes take me in. "And who are you really?"
I take a deep breath, my mind searching for the right words but can't seem to find them, cause there are no right words, there's no right answer to his question, only the truth. "I don't know who I really am," I whisper. "But I know that I'm not incredible. I'm not someone you should think so highly of, I'm not someone who deserves to be so kindly treated and loved by so many. I'm a liar and I'm damaged to the point of no return and even if I try to show the opposite, I know me."
His face darkens and his wine is gone, with lips tight and a low voice he asks, "Who made you think like that about yourself?"
"I did." I answer with a sad smile. "A long time ago."
His hand reaches forward, tugging a piece of my hair behind my ear, his touch so soft and gentle that I bearly felt it. "I wanna know." His eyes, so big and bright, searching mine desperately and making my heart scream, scream in protest, going against my head, begging to be heard, to be seen and understood. "There's not one thing that you can say to me that will make you look less than the angel you are in my eyes."
I scoff laughingly at his ignorant words. "We'll need more wine then." I drown my glass in a second before holding it in front of me.
He pours me some more. "How's your mom like?"
I love this question, so much that I could answer it a million times.
"My mom is the most amazing person I know," I smile. "She's warm and sensitive. She has this bright smile," I move my hand over my mouth. "that can literally light up the whole fucking room. That's my first memory actually; her smile. Everything about her is soft; her touch, her hair, the way she speaks and treats others, It's fascinating to see someone like her exist and go through life but at the same time it makes me sad to think how someone like her got treated so poorly by everyone around her, how hard everything was for her, and how broken she actually is."
His face softens, his smile small. "You seem to love her a lot."
"I adore her. She means the world to me." I wet my lips with some wine. "And even though I know that the feeling is mutual, if I was her I wouldn't love me."
His perfect eyebrows come together. "Why?"
I move the wine around the glass, memories, and flashbacks clouding my mind.
"My father was the complete opposite of my mother. He was cold and distant, always giving us the bare minimum when it came to fatherly love. He was always working or doing stuff alone. Jogging, reading, cooking, he always preferred to be alone." I pause, suddenly aware that I have his full attention, and take a few more sips. "It was after his mom's passing that everything changed. He began drinking and experimenting with drugs."
The change in his expression is visible, his sharp inhale barely audible.
"I think you know how that goes, so I will not get into the details." I force a low laugh.
"Yeah, please don't." His eyes dark, sad almost. He takes my hand in his, examining my fingers as if it's his first time seeing them, and then starts to play around with them.
"I never liked my father, " I continue, my focus still on how he plays around with our hands. "And as I grew older and things kept getting worse and worse, I started to hate my mom for it," I admit for the first time out loud. "I couldn't understand why she wouldn't leave him, why she wouldn't choose us over him."
"Us?" He questions, his voice careful and quiet.
My chest feels like a hundred pounds yet warm at the same time as I say the words. "I had a brother."
I noticed the way his gaze faltered, and his hand stopped moving over mine.
"His name was Jax," I try to appear lighter than I feel. "You would have liked him. He was a year younger than me and we were quite inseparable. He was everything I wasn't and I was everything he wasn't, in a way that we made the perfect pair. He was strong and incredibly smart, always there to do the right thing or say the right thing. He was full of energy, super active and athletic and I was well, the opposite." I laugh.
"Let me guess," He mused with a light smirk on his full lips. "You were a troublemaker, quick to break any rule, extremely fun and hyperactive yet most people would refer to you as closed off and quiet. You were the type of girl that was seeking adrenaline through the pages of books or the scenes and dialogues of old movies, chasing that rush that real life couldn't offer you, the type of rush that made your heart beat faster and your mind travel far away. You were ambitious but always thought that you were not smart enough to follow your dreams that seemed bigger than those of the people surrounding you yet deep down you always knew that you were meant for more."
My mouth hangs open, his words leaving me speechless. My heart full, my mind a mess. "You're by far the most annoying person I've ever met you know that?"
He looks rather amused. "Is that why you're blushing?"
I turn my head to the side, burying my mouth into the small glass. "I'm not, shut up."
"You are but I'll let it slide, please continue." He motions with his hand.
The atmosphere is lighter yet the air inside my lungs is still tight. "It was Christmas actually, We came back from a family dinner at my aunts' house that was of course a disaster. My dad was completely wasted per usual, and I remember them fighting so hard in the car that Jax had to put his headphones over my ears because I almost started crying, I was 14 and he was 13. My dad had this weird thing about driving, he loved driving, and despite how much he would drink or what drugs he would take he would always go on those late-night drives. It helped him clear his head in a way. At times he would ask us to come with and back then we would take anything that we could get from him, any type of love and affection. But things had gotten a lot worse, my father was abusive always drunk and high to the point that both of us were so afraid of him."
This is the first time I'm telling this story out loud, the first time I'm being completely honest about what happened. Even Chan doesn't know the whole truth. I pause, and Minho is quick to notice my discomfort. I curl into a ball, my knees close to my chest as if that would make me feel any less exposed.
"It's okay." His hand touches my knee. He feels so different tonight like something changed between us, something about him is softer.
"My mom was upstairs, locked in her room. I was screaming, begging him to let me go, telling him that I didn't want to go with him, that I was scared." I feel my throat get tight. "He wouldn't listen, he was pulling me, his hands digging into my skin. He had never hurt me that much before. " I feel shivers down my back, the memory still an open wound. "Something about that night felt different. The way he was acting, I'd never seen him like that and it scared me. I knew that something was wrong."
"He said-" I stop, the lump in my throat growing. "He said that if I didn't go with him, he would take Jax instead and he wouldn't come back." The words rip out of my throat. "My screams must have been way too loud 'cause Jax came running down the stairs, my mom still nowhere to be seen. Jax was always so protective of me, always ready to take the punches for me and this time was no different. It took one look, he saw my face and he stepped forward immediately, insisting on taking him instead. My father looked at me, but I was frozen, completely consumed by fear, my body still hurting and all I wanted to do was disappear." I met his eyes for the first time since I started talking. "I didn't say anything. I let the fear speak instead and I let him take him." My tears stared silently making their way down my cheeks.
His hand found the side of my face, his thumb brushing the wetness of my skin. "Baby-"
"The call came early in the morning," I sniff. "They found the car crashed against a tree a few minutes away from the house, both of them dead."
I break down, his hands are around me in a second. "I let him take him, I gave him away even though I knew." I sob silently, my hands gripping his shirt. "I was supposed to protect him, it was my fault-"
"Hey," He pulls back, holding my face between his hands. His eyes, narrowing, roaming all over my face. "Don't say shit like that." I try to pull away, shame showering me. "Look at me," His tone demanding, low and sharp yet his face soft and gentle. "You were a child. You were both children with parents who failed to protect you, there's no way you could have possibly known what would happen. Please baby don't- don't do that to yourself."
"The look on my mother's face," I shake my head. " I can never get that out of my head. I was crying for days, begging her for forgiveness and she would whisper that it wasn't my fault, that it was hers but I could never escape the guilt."
He leans back taking me with him, my head against his chest and his hands playing with my hair. I let the sound of his heart calm me down, burying myself deeper into his arms, and as the seconds go by I find myself thinking that I could get used to this. This feeling of safety, the warmth of his body, the way his breath tickles the side of my head, and the way his fingers toy with my hair, brushing my skin occasionally. It feels addictive and powerful, yet peaceful and softer than anything I've ever felt.
After a few minutes, I find the strength to continue. "I couldn't face her. I became such a difficult kid, I shut her out and turned to things like partying and drinking to cope. We rarely spoke about it, every time she would try to talk to me I would turn her down. I was selfish and such a brat, all I cared about was myself and my own grief, my own guilt, and my own mistakes. My mother was strong enough, she went through her grief by herself and came out stronger. She started working again and she fell in love again. She moved on, and that was something I couldn't do, I still can't."
I pull myself away from his arms, sitting up straight. "I was going down the wrong path, I was losing myself day by day and my mother didn't know what to do. " A small smile creeps into my lips. "And then I met Chan. First day of college, he was the first person that spoke to me and somehow he forced himself into my life without me even realizing it. We became one, we were inseparable to the point that he went everywhere with me. He became close to my mom and the rest of my family in no time. Since his parents were not supportive at all of his dreams he knew that the minute he decided to give up law school for music he would be on his own and I tried everything I could to convince him to do it. When he did, both my mom and I felt this sort of responsibility or you could say protectiveness over him." My smile grows. "My mom says he reminds her a lot of Jax and it's true, he is a lot like him. Chan saved me, in every way. I wouldn't be here without him. He might say the opposite but it's not true, and I hope he knows that."
He sighs, looking at me with the softest smile I've ever seen him wear. "People save people."
"I hate always being the one getting saved." I whisper.
His eyes stare into mine. "You're not, you're saving a lot of people without realizing."
I doubt that.
Silence falls between us, a few moments that our eyes speak words our mouths can't and we stay like that looking at each other. I take everything in, everything about him, everything that he has become to me in such a short period of time and I know that despite everything he's done, none has made me feel the way he does. I'm attracted to him in every possible way and no matter how hard I fight it, it keeps pulling me back in. The way he looks at me with those eyes, the way he touches me, the way he speaks, his existence as a whole brings me to my knees.
"Well," I sigh. "There it is." I break the silence. "And also I like my coffee hot and black with no sugar and it needs to be completely dark for me to be able to sleep."
His eyes light up, his whole face switching. "You're fucking incredible." He beams, leaning closer to me. He takes my jaw between his two fingers. "Please, don't put yourself down, what happened wasn't your fault and please trust me when I say that; you deserve the entire world."
I look deep into his eyes, his face inches away from mine, his breath my breath and I can't help but whisper. "I don't want the entire world."
He smirks, his hand finding the back of my neck making my stomach fill with excitement and then he kisses me.
Summary: collection of short drabbles revolving around waking with skz
Chan:
There’s rarely a day where Chan sleeps longer than you. Normally, he’s pretty busy with this or that and doesn’t have the luxury of faffing around in the mornings. That, coupled by frequent bouts of insomnia, makes sure that you are the first and last one in bed. Today, however, was one of those rarities that you so relished. Bundled so perfectly in the sheets, Chan snores in hushed tones that are melodic to your ears. You quietly lie next to him, threading your fingers through his unruly curls and just appreciate the serenity. He stirs ever so softly, just enough to let you know he’s awake but not so much to startle you and lose the feeling of your fingers stroking his hair. A small chuckle falls from your lips and he mimics you almost instantly. “Shhh,” you hush him, hands never ceasing, “Go back to sleep.” “No,” he says with certainty, although his faux adamancy in waking is short lived as you place a soft kiss on top of his head. “Just five more minutes.”“Just five more minutes,” you repeat with a smile.
Minho:
A day’s work is usually wearisome for you but today was an entirely new level of exhaustion. Rest is calling your name, taunting you as you lumber your way into your shared apartment and just as you kick your shoes off your tired feet, an aromatic aroma of the most pleasant scents waft about you. Curious and feeling a lot more awake, you follow the succulent smells radiating from the kitchen and smile once you locate the source. Minho’s shirt sleeves are rolled loosely around his elbows and an apron adorns his torso in a snug fit. He barely seems to notice you, so engrossed in frying a medley of colourful vegetables so when you gently clear your throat, his eyes widen ever so slightly as he finally takes notice. “Ah you’re home already?” he observes, a hint of panic laced underneath his cool exterior, “I thought I’d have more time to finish.” You shake your head and laugh quietly, taking a seat at the breakfast bar while letting your head lean on your hands, “Lose track of time?”
With a heaving sigh and a delicate nod, he resumes cooking but not without a stern telling for you to go and unwind while he finishes up.
“Five more minutes,” he says matter-of-factly, adding final seasonings to the vivid assortment, “Go relax, honey.”
Changbin:
Nights of drinking with friends are something you hold dear to you; time is precious since you work so often. At the time, you are without care. In the morning to follow however, with head hazy and ears ringing, you begin to wonder if it was worth it. With struggle, you manage to sit up in bed and notice immediately the absence of your boyfriend Changbin. “Bin?” You croak and decide that you definitely need water, “Bin?”
There’s some rustling from elsewhere in the house, the sharp ringing in your ears prevents you from knowing the exact source but with a guess, the kitchen. “Just wait five more minutes!” You hear Changbin yell and you wonder just what he’s up to. Then, silence once more. For a while, you sit there; watching the minutes tick past when finally you huff in annoyance and decide to go see just what’s going on. Just as you gain momentum to move, footsteps approach. Changbin appears in the doorframe, still dressed in the hoodie and sweatpants he sleeps in with a smile reaching ear to ear. In his hand are various breakfast items gathered neatly on a tray with a tall glass of water on the side.
“Breakfast,” he states with a notion towards the tray, “Thought you’d need it after last night.”
How did you end up so lucky?
Hyunjin:
To say Hyunjin is a deep sleeper is an understatement; he’s notorious for sleeping through even the loudest alarms and most vigorous shakes. It’s only when you wriggle free from his grasp and climb out of bed to start your day that he gently stirs from his slumber, head propped up on the palms of his hands with eyes still fluttered closed. “Come back to bed,” he’d demand in a deep whisper, throat full of unfinished dreams. “Five more minutes.” When you sternly tell him that, no—you have things to do today, he would pout. With eyes still closed and a furrowed brow, he’d hover the duvet so delicately in the air and grunt in disapproval. Now you can see him clearly in the morning light, wrapped in your favourite grey hoodie with his knees almost touching his chest.
Everything would have to wait for five more minutes with him.
P.s. GIF not mine. All Credits goes to the rightful owner
She stares ahead at the burning field, marking the end of their enemy's territory. Their kingdom had finally claimed the land, burning the old palace to ashes and its people.
A sense of fulfilment washed over her, anger once more settling at the pit of her stomach. She's one step closer to her purpose, and now that no one's on her way to get in her way, she knows she will be soon claiming victory.
"Your Highness."
Or not.
Slowly turning her head to look at the royal guard standing close behind her, she realized she had to get rid of another nuisance before finally succeeding her plans.
She smirked, realizing it was none other Chan, her childhood best friend-turned-warrior-turned husband, all because of her plans.
She smirked.
"you really are the greatest warrior, aren't you?" She started, eyeing him to the side but still not fully facing him. "You are really deserving to be married to the royal princess, aren't you?"
When the presence behind her failed to respond, she continued musing, "I'm preparing a victory party for your troupe, thank me later." She smirked.
"I'm not interested in that."
His answer caught her off guard, sending her attention fully to him.
She frowned realizing that she never got the chance to study the state he's in right now, too focused on how to pursue her plans in the nearing future.
She scanned him from head to toe.
There was blood dripping on the side of his face from the ends of his hair line, a nasty cut starting from the left side of his cheekbone down to his right cheek, and a busted lip.
And yet, all of the aforementioned were only found on his face.
On his torso, were several cuts as well, his right fingers dripping blood, and yet all of these were nothing to soldiers who were trained to be in war.
A fickle of worry bubbled up inside her chest as her eyes faltered and she hated the fact that she felt that way.
He was a mere marionette to her plans, albeit him being a friend. And she will never let feelings get in the way of her revenge. She immediately buried that angsty feeling deep in her chest and put on a blank face.
"If you weren't here to boast about your victory, then what brings you here?"
"I already know about your plan," he started and it startled her how calm he was at the situation. "At first I was confused, as to why you chose me marry you. But I know it all along now..." He trailed off and she gulped, trying to hide the nervous feeling bubbling up her chest.
"oh yeah? And why is that?"
"because marrying someone under you will give full authority of the throne." He concluded. "If by chance you married a prince, he will be the immediate successor of the throne, not you. As you know that the kingdom sees King to be fit more than a queen."
She balled her hands into fists at the side of her peach-colored gown, her knuckles growing white. She hated how he could see right through her and her plans, just like the old times.
Chan smiled, the one that didn't reach his eyes as he looked down the ground. "I know I'm in no position to tell you this. " He fished his hands inside his pockets, his heel playing with the ground as if he was crushing something. "I think you should stop whatever you're thinking before it's too late." He looked up to see her eyes widened in anger at him.
"your wrath will only destroy you." He stated that with a straight look on his face, as if he was talking to another soldier, not his childhood friend, not his wife, and most definitely not the upcoming queen of this country.
"You shut your mouth soldier or I will not hesitate to slit your throat with your own sword." She gritted her teeth as she let out her angered words.
"Bow down to your queen."
A/N: A lil cliffhanger for the lovelies! May or may not continue this XD
