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Synopsys: I think the title says it all, random viral tiktok video styles and how they expose your relationship with each skz memebr separately.
Word Count: around 800-900 each
Warnings: none, I guess?
ENJOY!
᥇ꪖꪀᧁ ᥴꫝꪖꪀ - ᭙ꫝꪖꪻ ᦓꪮꪀᧁ ꪖ᥅ꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ ꪶ꠸ᦓꪻꫀꪀ꠸ꪀᧁ ꪻꪮ
It’s a rainy mid-February day, and Seoul looks as gloomy and worn out as you feel. You weave through crowded streets, a plastic bag cutting into your fingers—far heavier than it looks—and you’re fairly certain everyone within a five-meter radius can smell the cardamom clinging to the takeout pho inside. You look frazzled, distracted, rushing—because you are.
Somewhere across the city, there’s a 28-year-old overworked producer who, according to information you received exactly twenty-five minutes ago, hasn’t slept in thirty-two hours and hasn’t eaten in fifteen.
Your headphones are on, a universal don’t talk to me signal. Unfortunately, not everyone knows how to read.
You glance up—and freeze.
A young man stands in front of you, microphone in hand. Another guy is filming him. And now, apparently, you. He’s talking, so you slide one headphone off and offer a polite smile.
“Sorry—could you repeat that?”
“Hey ma’am,” he says cheerfully, “what are you listening to right now?”
Oh. You’ve seen this before. Online.
You stop walking and pull out your phone, mostly because you weren’t even paying attention to what was playing. But the second the screen lights up—hand-drawn album art of two figures holding hands, boxed in by tiny love hearts—a wide smile blooms across your face.
“Uh… it’s a song my boyfriend made,” you say, a little shy. “It’s called Forever Peony. It’s, um— not released or anything.”
“Oh?” The interviewer’s eyes light up. “So he made it just for you?”
You laugh softly, your cheeks warming. “Yeah. He made me a mini album for Valentine’s Day.”
You tilt your phone toward him, and his expression instantly melts.
“That is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” he exclaims. “Wow. Is he a producer?”
“Yeah,” you smile. “He’s in the industry.”
He asks if he can hear a snippet. You disconnect your headphones and hold your phone closer to the mic. Soft guitar spills out first, then gentle piano—and then Chris’ voice. Warm. Earnest. Singing about love wrapped in a flower bouquet metaphor, tender and sincere, the kind of song that feels like it was written with a smile and a racing heart.
“It’s beautiful,” the cameraman says. “Are you on your way to see him right now?”
You grin without even meaning to. “Yeah. He’s been trapped in the studio for days—needs pho to survive.”
You lift the bags for emphasis.
“Well, thank you so much for participating,” the interviewer says. “Hope your guy makes it big.”
“My pleasure,” you reply. “I hope so too.”
You continue toward the JYPE building, rain tapping softly against the pavement.
Chan lights up the second he sees you, praising you for bringing his favorite food—again—without him ever having to ask.
“Oh,” you say casually as you settle onto his lap, “I ended up in a TikTok street interview today.”
His eyes widen instantly. “You did?”
You nod, distracted by the little mole nestled between perfectly groomed brows. “They asked what song I was listening to.”
“And?” he prompts.
“Well… it happened to be the one my beloved boyfriend wrote for me.”
He laughs, cheeks tinting pink. “Scandalous. Did you let them play it?”
“Absolutely not,” you say, smiling as you kiss his cheek. “That song’s just for me.”
He sighs dramatically. “Damn. I was kind of hoping it’d leak so I could dedicate it to you publicly.”
Unfortunately—or maybe not—the interview does drop.
And the comments explode:
“That’s Bang Chan’s voice for sure!!!”
“The music player says CB97—did his relationship just get leaked like this?????”
“Imagine getting a whole album of love songs written by Bang Chan for Valentine’s Day, girl, you hit the jackpot.”
“This video just called me single in every language.”
"THIS VIDEO WAS NOT APPROVED BY DIV1 I'M TELLING YA."
You’re walking around your office building, your lunch break almost over. You’ve got a couple of minutes left, the weather is nice, and you can’t stop thinking about going for a walk with Minho in the park near your shared apartment—the one you visit together all the time.
Your train of thought is interrupted by a stranger: a young woman followed by a small camera crew. She approaches you politely and asks if you’d like to take part in their street interview/challenge thing.
At first, you try to get out of it, not wanting to be late for work. But then you notice the disappointed look on her face as she mutters under her breath about how they’re having no luck and how everyone keeps turning them down, so you decide to accept to make her day.
“Okay, that’s great!” she beams instantly, excitement lighting up her face. “So here’s the concept: I’m offering you 50,000 won if you call the last person you talked to on the phone. If they answer, you get the money. If they don’t, you have to send them a message saying you got arrested and need to be bailed out. Deal?”
“Sure,” you answer politely—though you’re not entirely sure how this will go. The last person you called was Minho, but that was a couple of hours ago, during a break between schedules. You don’t know if he’s busy or not, and honestly, the last thing you want is to prank him. He already has enough on his plate; you don’t want to give him an unnecessary headache.
“So, who are we calling?” the interviewer asks.
“My boyfriend, Minho,” you smile easily, not even thinking twice about saying his name. After all, Minho is a pretty common name in Korea.
“Do you think he’ll answer?”
“I really don’t know. He’s a busy guy—we’ll see.”
You listen as the phone rings. Once. Twice. Three times. You’re already convinced it’s going to voicemail when the ringing suddenly stops.
“Noona! Wait a second, I’m bringing the phone to Mimo hyung!”
Jisung’s overly excited voice fills the line, and you can vividly picture him sprinting across the room with Minho’s phone—just like you used to do as a kid whenever someone called your dad.
“Jagiya? Is everything alright?” Minho asks, right after thanking Hannie for grabbing his phone.
“Yeah, Min. I just won some money to take you out to dinner,” you explain, smiling to yourself. Beside you, the interviewer claps excitedly, clearly loving the chaos that is your boyfriend, his friend, and you.
“…Am I supposed to understand that?” he asks, his voice thick with confusion.
“You’re never beating the pabo allegations, love.”
“Rude,” he replies. “And here I was, ready to offer to pay for dinner so you could keep the money you won.”
“Nah, babe. This one’s on me.”
“Good. Otherwise, people might start thinking you’re with me for the money,” he says, pure sarcasm dripping from his voice. You can practically see him rolling his eyes.
“Says the guy whose friends constantly remind me that I’m his personal cat sitter.”
“We both know you’re their mom,” Minho says smoothly. “Don’t ever underestimate yourself like that, jagiya.”
The whole crew is laughing now. The interviewer quickly explains that this was for a TikTok challenge and thanks Minho for participating. He responds politely, and with a quick, “I love you—talk later,” he hangs up.
“Your boyfriend is hilarious,” the girl tells you, still smiling.
“Thank you,” you grin back. “Please cut that part out, though—otherwise his ego will inflate significantly.”
When the video goes up, the comments explode with people loving your dynamic:
“My oh my, never thought Lee Know could find a girl who matches his freak this perfectly.”
“JISUNG CALLS LEE KNOW MIMO HYUNG—MINSUNG IS SO REAL.”
“It’s so funny how their relationship got exposed like this and they don’t give one single fuck.”
“Lee Know’s girlfriend spending the money she won on him is so sweet. I want a girlfriend like that too.”
ᦓꫀꪮ ᥴꫝꪖꪀᧁ᥇꠸ꪀ - ρꪮꪶ꠸ꪻꫀ ᥴꪖꪻᥴꪖꪶꪶ꠸ꪀᧁ
You're walking down the streets of Los Angeles, hand in hand with Changbin, your boyfriend. Stray Kids are on tour in the city, and on his free day he asked you to come with him while he did a little shopping, taking advantage of the fact that you flew out to see him after such a long time apart.
He’s confident he won’t be recognized here. Even in Korea he manages to fly under the radar sometimes, so he holds onto your hand tightly as the two of you wander through the evening streets.
It’s dark out, and you’re heading to dinner—both dressed casually, but still put together.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle cuts through the air, followed by the crackle of a megaphone.
“Damn girl, you look like someone I would trust with the aux!”
You burst out laughing instantly. You’ve seen the videos this guy makes online.
“You sure can!” you shout back, grinning.
Changbin, however, looks a little startled beside you. He didn’t really understand what the guy said—just the whistle and the flirtatious tone—and his expression hardens immediately. His jaw tightens as he turns, clearly ready to walk over and teach the guy a lesson about how impolite it is to catcall a woman like that.
Especially one who is very clearly taken.
But before he can take a step, the guy points the megaphone toward him.
“Damn dude, you look like you could easily bench press your girlfriend!”
Changbin’s eyebrows furrow for a moment—processing—but then he breaks into a proud smile.
He raises his arm, flexing slightly, his hand still laced with yours. The gesture shows off not only his biceps, but also your interlocked fingers.
The guy whistles loudly into the megaphone again, drawing the attention of a few people around you who start turning their heads in your direction.
Once the little show ends, Changbin casually wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head—a small moment that’s definitely caught on camera.
“What was that?” he asks, still a bit confused.
His chest is slightly puffed out though, clearly proud of the compliment he just received from a stranger on the street.
“Oh, that guy’s pretty famous on TikTok,” you explain. “He calls it polite catcalling. It’s actually really fun—people love it.”
Changbin looks down at you, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
“So we’re going to be in a TikTok video?”
“Yeah, Binnie baby, most likely.” You tilt your head at him. “Does that bother you? Are you going to get in trouble?”
He shakes his head almost immediately.
“No, I don’t think so.” His arm tightens around you slightly. “I want to show off my baby girl anyway.”
His voice is confident, final in a way that makes warmth spread through your chest.
Once the video goes up, Stayville is in shambles, comments filled with surprise and shock from all the fans:
"Not Changbin casually revealing he’s taken in a random TikTok 💀"
"Why did I find out about Changbin’s girlfriend from a polite catcalling video 😭"
"The way he immediately flexed AND showed their interlocked hands… oh he’s PROUD proud."
"The arm around her shoulders and the head kiss??? Yeah that’s his girl."
"Okay but they look really cute together."
"Polite catcalling accidentally exposing K-pop relationships is crazy."
"Respectfully… I would also trust her with the aux."
You and Hyunjin are halfway across a wide intersection in downtown Tokyo when the light changes and the crowd begins to move again, people spilling off the sidewalks in loose waves. Cars idle on both sides of the street, headlights glowing in the dimming evening light, the air warm and full of city noise—distant music, engines, bits of conversation carried by the breeze.
Hyunjin walks beside you at an easy pace, long strides slowed down just enough to match yours. Your fingers are loosely intertwined, swinging gently between you as the two of you weave through the crowd. He looks relaxed tonight. A black cap sits low on his head, strands of pale hair escaping around the edges. He’s dressed simply—loose black pants, a soft sweater, the kind of outfit that somehow still looks effortlessly elegant on him. Every now and then, someone glances in his direction, but no one lingers long enough to recognize him.
He likes moments like this. Moments where he can just exist next to you without the weight of being watched.
Once you reach the other side of the street, someone jogs up beside you.
“Hey, sorry! Excuse me!”
Both of you slow down instinctively.
A guy with a small handheld camera and microphone steps slightly into your path, smiling apologetically.
“Quick question for a street interview—are you two a couple?”
The reaction from Hyunjin is immediate. His hand tightens around yours, and in the same motion, his arm slides around your waist, drawing you a little closer to his side. It’s subtle but instinctive, protective in a way that feels almost reflexive. His posture straightens slightly as his eyes flick from the microphone to the camera, then back to the interviewer. There’s a brief moment where he studies the situation, measuring it. Then he answers.
“Yes.”
His voice is calm and low, steady but unmistakably certain. The interviewer grins, encouraged by the answer.
“Nice! Okay, follow-up question then,” he says, raising the microphone slightly. “How did you two meet?”
For a second, Hyunjin looks like he might just laugh it off. His gaze drops to the pavement, and he exhales softly through his nose like he’s debating whether the story is worth telling to a stranger with a camera. Then he glances at you. The guarded tension in his shoulders melts away almost instantly, replaced by a softness that spreads through his expression like sunlight breaking through clouds.
“Oh,” he says quietly. The corner of his mouth lifts. “That’s actually a beautiful story.”
Hyunjin turns slightly toward the camera, though his arm remains firmly around your waist. Even as he starts speaking, his eyes keep drifting back to you, as if the story only really makes sense when you’re part of the moment too.
“We met in a café,” he begins, his voice softening into that dreamy cadence he slips into whenever he talks about things he loves.
“I was sitting by the window with my sketchbook.”
His hand lifts briefly, mimicking the motion of holding a pencil, his fingers moving through the air like he’s drawing invisible lines.
“I felt very inspired that day,” he continues, smiling faintly. “But nothing was coming out right.”
He pauses, looking down at you.
“You remember, I showed you my sketches afterwards, they were afwul,” he says, the words half a question, half a quiet statement.
You nod your head no, clearly showing oyur disagreement. The sketches were amazing, naturally. A small laugh escapes you. Hyunjin’s eyes brighten immediately, encouraged.
“You were sitting two tables away,” he continues, his voice gaining warmth as the memory unfolds. “You had this book in front of you—”
He tilts his head slightly, searching for the right description.
“—but you weren’t actually reading it.”
The interviewer chuckles softly, but Hyunjin barely notices.
“You were just staring out the window,” he says, gesturing lightly toward the city street around you. “Like your mind was somewhere far away.”
He looks back at you again, and for a moment his expression turns almost shy.
“The light from the window was hitting you like this—”
He moves his hand slowly through the air, illustrating the angle.
“And it looked…” he hesitates, smiling to himself. “Like a painting.”
Your face warms instantly. Hyunjin notices. His grin grows a little brighter.
“I kept trying to sketch,” he continues, laughing softly now, “but every time I looked down at the paper, my hand would stop moving.”
His eyes flick toward you again.
“Because I kept looking at her instead.”
The interviewer lets out a low impressed “wow,” but Hyunjin is already lost in the memory.
“You didn’t know who I was,” he adds, almost proudly.
You shake your head in confirmation. “No idea.”
“So I thought…” he continues, tilting his head thoughtfully, “maybe that was better.”
His voice grows softer again. He pauses, smiling as if replaying the scene in his mind.
“Eventually,” he says, “you stood up and walked over to my table.”
You laugh immediately, covering your mouth.
“That’s not exactly how it happened.”
Hyunjin gasps, placing a dramatic hand over his chest.
“It is exactly how it happened.”
You shake your head again, still laughing.
“I asked if you were actually drawing or just staring.”
The interviewer bursts out laughing. Hyunjin turns back toward the camera, eyes sparkling.
“See?” he says triumphantly. “She noticed.”
He looks down at you again, the affection in his gaze almost overwhelming.
“And then we talked.” His voice softens. “For three hours.”
The city noise seems to fade for a moment as he says it.
“And after that,” he continues gently, “I kept finding excuses to go back to that café.”
His thumb brushes lightly along your side where his arm rests around you.
“Luckily,” he adds, glancing down at you once more, “she kept showing up too.”
There’s a quiet pause. The interviewer blinks between the two of you, clearly caught off guard by the sincerity of the story.
“Wow,” he finally says. “Okay… that might be the most romantic answer I’ve ever gotten.”
Hyunjin just smiles softly. He raises your intertwined hands and leaves an affectionate kiss on the back of your palm without even thinking about the camera still pointed at him.
“Well,” he says simply, his voice warm with quiet certainty, “it’s a romantic story.”
The comments under the video are everything one would expect:
"WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THAT’S HYUNJIN FROM STRAY KIDS.”
"His eyes literally sparkle when he talks about her."
“Bro said ‘how did you meet?’ and he gave us a whole romance novel.”
“He really said she looked like a painting… that’s the most Hyunjin sentence ever.”
“Okay but boyfriend Hyunjin hits different.”
“He didn’t tell us how they met he told us how he fell in love.”
ꫝꪖꪀ - ᥴꪖꪀ ꠸ ᧁꪊꫀᦓᦓ ꪗꪮꪊ᥅ ᠻꪖꪜꪮ᥅꠸ꪻꫀ ꪖ᥅ꪻ꠸ᦓꪻ?
The small convenience store near the JYPE building is almost empty this late at night. Fluorescent lights buzz quietly overhead, reflecting off the glass refrigerators filled with colorful drinks and neatly lined rows of snacks. Outside, the street is calm—just the occasional car passing and the low hum of the city settling down.
You’re standing a few steps away from the entrance, scrolling through your phone while waiting for Jisung to come back out. He’d insisted on running inside himself.
“Stay here, I’ll get the drinks,” he had said, already halfway through the automatic doors before you could protest.
Now you’re leaning casually against the metal railing by the storefront when someone approaches you.
“Hi! Sorry to bother you.”
You look up to see a guy holding a camera and a small microphone, smiling politely.
“I’m doing a quick street challenge,” he explains. “I have five minutes to guess someone’s favorite artist. If I get it right, I win.”
You laugh softly.
“That sounds stressful.”
“It is,” he says dramatically. “But it’s fun content.”
You glance back toward the convenience store door briefly, then shrug.
“Okay.”
He grins immediately and turns slightly so the camera catches both of you.
"So, is your favorite artist international or Korean?"
"Korean, but some say he's British." you joke.
"Okay, are they a group or a solo artist?" the interviewer asks, clearly confused by the British comment.
"I would say both."
"Oh, interesting," he adds, "Male or female?"
"Male."
This is a moment the automatic doors open behind you with a swoosh, and Han steps out with two cups in his hands, a hazelnut coffee with strawberry milk for you and something green for him, something that looks radioactive.
"Oh, what's up?" he asks, looking like a confused hamster, sipping on his radioactive drink through a straw, boba eyes wide and curious. He extends your drinks towards you, and you smile up at him.
"Thank you, jagiya!"
"Oh, this is your boyfriend?" the interviewer asks, "Do you want to join in? I'm trying to guess her favorite musical artist in 5 minutes."
"Interesting..." Han says, a coy smile on his face, as he steps behind you, crouching down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder as he awaits the next question.
"Is your artist famous?"
"I would say he's well known, yeah." the interviewer observes as Han is trying to decipher which of your top artists you must be thinking about, while your free hand, the one not holding the drink, raises up to him, your fingers running through his fluffy hair. His eyes close instantly as he relaxes into you even more, his nose buried into your hair.
"Internationally or only in Korea?"
"Internationally."
"He's in a group. Is the group big?"
"Yeah, they have a decent-sized fanbase."
"Is it... BTS?"
You smile widely, because despite his face being hidden and his voice muffled, you can hear Jisung snorting lightly.
"No."
"OH EXO??"
"No."
"Is it a third-gen group?"
No."
"Fourth?"
"Yes."
"Stray Kids?"
Han's face lifts instantly, looking at you with wide eyes, trying very hard not to give himself away. But he knows, he realised you're thinking about him. Your smile widens, and you turn your face towards him to leave a small peck on his chubby cheek.
"Yes, he's in Stray Kids." you say to the interviewer.
"Ok, is he a producer?"
"Yes."
"Is it Bang Chan?" Jisung snorts and mutters something similar to 'imagine you and Channie hyung'. You laugh out at his remark, and the interviewer looks more confused than ever.
"No, it's not Bang Chan." Han says confidently, and you nod in agreement as the guy with the mic keeps glancing at you.
"Is it Han?"
"It is Han." Jisung exclaims, starting to clap in a quick rhythm.
"You kinda look like him, that's how I guessed right," the interviewer says, and your boyfriend starts cackling like a hyena on crack. You try to calm him down, but Jisung is a menace, and he can't control his emotions.
"Thank you, sir. It's an honor to be compared to the great and amazing Han Jisung of Stray Kids, gamsahamnida!" he states, and he starts bowing in exaggeration.
The interview wraps up soon after, but the camera catches one last moment as the two of you walk away down the quiet street.
Hannie is animatedly rambling beside you, half thrilled and half offended.
“That was so cool, but also—how did he not recognize me? I literally gave him every clue!”
You laugh, letting him complain while he gestures wildly with his green drink.
Then suddenly he stops mid-sentence.
“OHHH—LOOK!”
Before you can even ask what he’s talking about, he grabs your hand and drags you toward a small gacha shop down the street.
You follow him easily, smiling wide as he excitedly pulls you inside, completely enchanted by your expressive, chaotic, endlessly lovable boyfriend.
A few days later, Jisung gives you his phone, the brightness of the screen hurting your eyes as he shows you his favorite comments:
"you kinda look like him’ AND HE STARTED BOWING LMFAOOOOOO"
“the way she called him jagiya and he didn’t even react like it was normal???? oh they’re REAL real”
“him melting when she started playing with his hair… bro is GONE”
“she seems so sweet though… the way she smiled at him 😭”
“Han: tries to stay lowkey
Also Han: ‘IT IS HAN!’”
“he’s offended he didn’t get recognized I’m crying”
“this is how we find out??? from a random street interview???”
ᠻꫀꪶ꠸᥊ - ᭙ꫝꪮᦓꫀ ᥇ꪮꪗᠻ᥅꠸ꫀꪀᦔ ꪻꫀ᥊ꪻᦓ ᥇ꪖᥴᛕ ᠻ꠸᥅ᦓꪻ
It was actually your friend’s idea—the one with a pretty decent following on TikTok.
You had all gone out for drinks, a simple girls’ night that slowly drifted into boredom after a while. That’s when she suggested making a video: a challenge where everyone texts their significant other at the same time to see whose partner replies first.
It sounded harmless enough.
You were pretty sure you were going to lose.
Felix was in Paris for Fashion Week, and over there it was the middle of the day. His schedule was probably packed, because for some reason he simply couldn’t stop working. Ever.
If you had to guess, you thought one of your friend’s husbands would win—especially the one who had been left home alone with their five-month-old baby for the first time.
Still, you wanted to participate.
Despite the public knowing you were dating Felix from Stray Kids, you were fairly confident most of the girls at the table didn’t actually know who your boyfriend was. They all knew you’d been in a relationship for over a year, but his identity had stayed pretty secretive. Only your closest friends knew the truth. You’d avoided telling anyone else—some of them had a tendency to gossip a little too much.
So the plan was simple.
Everyone sent the text at the same time.
Then you placed your phones on the table, screens locked but facing the camera. The filming was done on one of your single friend’s phones—the only one not participating in the challenge.
For a few seconds, nothing happened. All the screens stayed dark.
Then, to your complete surprise, your phone lit up first.
The screen revealed your wallpaper: the two of you wearing clay skincare masks, cheeks pressed together. Your dimples showed, and your eyes had nearly disappeared from how wide you were both grinning.
The message banner read:
“Is everything alright, sunny? You don’t usually text during girls’ night.”
The girls immediately started reacting behind the camera.
But before anyone else’s phone could light up, yours did again.
This time it was an incoming call.
On the screen appeared the contact name:
Fefi 💛🌻💛🌻
And the contact photo filled out the display—one you had taken of him while he was asleep in your shared bed one afternoon. It had been golden hour, sunlight spilling through the curtains and illuminating his freckles and soft blond hair. The picture almost looked unreal, like he was glowing, something ethereal.
“Okay, Y/N clearly wins this one!” your best friend announces excitedly from behind the camera. “Now answer your boyfriend—he seems very adamant!”
You laugh and grab your phone from the table, stepping outside the bar to find a quieter corner. You don’t want anyone overhearing the conversation.
Inside, the girls keep filming as more notifications finally start appearing on the other phones.
You answer the call.
“Are you okay, sunny?” Felix asks immediately.
His voice sounds soft, a little concerned.
“Of course, baby,” you laugh. “We just did that TikTok challenge where we test whose partner texts back first. And we won, Felix!”
Your voice comes out slightly louder than usual, the couple of drinks you’d had making you more excited than necessary.
“That’s amazing, sweetie,” he says warmly. “Send me the video once it’s posted, okay?”
“I will. But how did you reply so fast? I thought you’d be busy with schedules.”
“Not today,” he explains. “They let me sleep in so I wouldn’t get dark circles from jet lag. I was just waiting for my breakfast to be delivered to the hotel room and I got bored, so I was already on my phone.”
“That makes sense,” you say with a small smile. “I’m glad you got some good sleep.”
You talk for another minute, exchanging soft “I love you” and “I miss you” before finally hanging up.
When you step back inside the bar, your friends are still laughing over the challenge and the incoming messages on their phones.
You slide back into your seat, a warm smile lingering on your face.
You can’t wait for your boyfriend to come home.
Once the video goes online, your friend texts you about the comment section, worried that people are figuring out that you're dating Felix:
“FELIX CALLED IN 10 SECONDS??? BRO WAS STRESSED"
“THE CONTACT NAME ‘FEFI 💛🌻💛🌻’ I’M SOBBING”
“him being at fashion week and STILL replying first… boyfriend of the year”
“STAYS WE LOST HIM”
“meanwhile my boyfriend replies after 6 business days"
“the contact photo being him asleep??? HELLOOO???!!!!!”
"oh JYPE is shaking in their boots, there's no way this is how we find out about Felix being taken"
ᦓꫀꪊꪀᧁꪑ꠸ꪀ - ρꪖ᥅ꪻꪀꫀ᥅ ꪶꪮꪗꪖꪶꪻꪗ ꪻꫀᦓꪻ
You're walking down Seungsu-dong with a friend, doing some shopping after a pleasant brunch during which you got a chance to catch up.
She wasn't your best friend in the world, but you two were close enough to hang out at least once a month, and you introduced her to Seungmin as well, and the two got along quite nicely.
You're stopped by a dude, he seems friendly enough and he puts out his phone, which is used as a microphone, asking if you're willing to participate in a video. You really don't want to, but your friend is stoked, as she knows the channel and the content they make. "C'mon, it would be fun!" she says and you agree, to make her happy.
"Are you in a relationship?" the guy asks you, and you nod your head yes. "Are you?" he turns to your friend, who answers no.
"Do you want to test your partner's loyalty?" the guy asks you and you're starting to feel uncomfortable. You trust Seungmin with your life, you don't need to test his loyalty. He would never cheat on you, so you politely refuse. However, your friends starts nagging you, trying to convince you to say yes. You're feeling cornered and uncomfortable, so you quickly say yes to get out of this mess as soon as possible.
The guy explains how your friend is going to call your boyfriend and try to hook up, and see what he reacts. You zone out, you really don't want to be there, but you're awakened when you hear Seungmin's voice from your friend's phone speaker.
"Yoboseyo?" he says, in his typical, very polite voice. He never answers for unknown numbers, but you had given a few of your friends' numbers to him, considering you tend to forget to charge your phone and like this, he still has a way to contact you or for you to reach him.
"Hello, Seugmin-ssi! How are you?" your friend says in a sweet voice, and you feel slightly icky at the way she's currently presenting herself in front of this interview guy and your boyfriend.
"I'm busy. Is y/n okay?" he asks, still polite, but his voice very monotone.
"I'm not with her anymore." she explains "I was wondering if you'd be down to upgrade and maybe have ramen with me at Han river tonight?"
You're looking at her in disbelief; she seems like she actually means it, and your stomach turns.
You're waiting on Seugmin's reaction. To your suprize the line is already dead. He hung up without a word.
Then you feel your own phone ringing and you turn it to the camera, proud of yourself, showing off your boyfriend's contact photo (one of him with Berry, Chan's doggo). You knew he wouldn't do anything shady, so you're smiling proudly.
"BABY!" he says, voice frantic. "Are you still with y/f/n?" he asks.
The interviewer shakes his head, signaling to you what answer you should give to your boyfriend on the other end of the line.
"No, Minnie, I just left." you say, your voice soft.
"I'll call you right back!" he says, and hangs up just as quickly as he hung up on your friend.
However, her phone rings again. And the caller ID says Seungmin.
"Oh, I've seen this before!" the interviewer says. "The boyfriend makes sure the girls are not together, so he doesn't fall for a trap, then calls back the best friend. Textbook behaviour!"
Your heart sinks. Is this really what's happening?!
You urge your friend to answer the phone, and she does, putting it on speaker.
"Y/f/n listen to me carefully: you are a terrible person. My girlfriend, whom you just left after a hangout, thinks super highly of you, because she truly believes you to be a good friend for her, but I knew from the start that you are trouble. So I'm going to give it to you straight: I will never betray my girlfriend like that, because I love her more than anything, and I could never stoop so low to even look at another person, especially not someone like you. Please refrain from ever talking to me or my girlfriend ever again." he says, not even giving her a chance to talk and hangs up.
"Wow! That was very... blunt." the interviewer guy says, and you're sporting a proud smile again, thankful for your boyfriend's way with words.
Your phone is ringing again, you answer this time, not putting it on speaker, just listening to what he has to say.
"Pretty girl, you're never hanging out with that snake again, you hear me?" he rants "What does she mean she wants to have ramen with me, does she not know what that entails???!!! Let me tell you, baby, I'm not having ramen with anyone that's not you, so please, for the love of god do not be friends with that crazy lady anymore, ok?"
You laugh, and Seungmin knows it's kind of an agreement.
"You're very sweet, Minnie, but it was a prank. We're doing some kind of street interview challenge."
"I don't care, baby, did you hear how her voice went all seductive and shit? It was disgusting. Please come to the studio, I need your soft whispers to make me forget her screeching voice."
"Sure, babe, whatever you want."
You leave the interviewer and your friend behind, ready to go see your boyfriend.
The video is posted anyway, and the comments are all...interesting:
"THAT IS KIM SEUNGMIN OF STRAY KIDS. HE HAS A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND?"
"NOT SEUGMIN CLOCKING THAT CRAZY WOMAN FOR BEING SUCH A SNAKE AND A PICK ME!!!!!"
"I want Seungmin's girlfriend to post that pic she has for a contact photo, I've never seen it before, and I need it in 4K."
"Can we talk about how gentlemanly and loyal Seungmin is?"
ꪗꪖꪀᧁ ꠹ꫀꪮꪀᧁ꠸ꪀ - ᭙ꫝꪖꪻ ꪖ᥅ꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ ᭙ꫀꪖ᥅꠸ꪀᧁ (ᠻ꠸ꪻ ᥴꫝꫀᥴᛕ)
You were walking toward your meeting spot, where you and Jeongin had planned a low-key barbecue date in the city. Nothing fancy—he’d simply texted you earlier saying he’d finished work sooner than expected and wanted to take you out.
You had spent almost an hour on FaceTime with him before leaving your apartment, the two of you putting together outfits that matched just enough to be cute without looking too obvious.
What you didn’t expect was someone stopping you in the middle of the street.
“Excuse me,” a guy says, holding a microphone and a small camera. “Would you mind describing your outfit for a quick video?”
You blink in surprise.
You’ve seen videos like this before, but you never imagined you dressed unique enough to get stopped for one on the streets of Seoul. Still, you shrug with a small smile and begin explaining.
“So,” you say, gesturing down at yourself, “I’m wearing this skirt I thrifted last minute before my first date with my boyfriend.”
You lift the hem slightly.
“These tights are from Uniqlo—they’re the thermal ones, so they keep me warm even if the night gets chilly.”
You tap your ankles next.
“And these leg warmers were knitted by my boyfriend’s mom. She made them for me.”
The interviewer nods, clearly impressed already.
“My shoes are from Maison Mihara Yasuhiro. My boyfriend actually got us matching pairs.”
You smooth the fabric of your top.
“This top is from a little boutique in Kyoto. And my jacket is actually my boyfriend’s.” You grin. “He has this Bottega coat in a bunch of different styles and colors. When he first bought this one he was obsessed with it, but he gave it to me one night when I got cold. I never gave it back—and now he says it suits me better anyway.”
The interviewer laughs softly.
“And the jewelry?”
“Oh!” you say, lifting your hand. “This is the Dandelion set from Damiani. My boyfriend bought it for me too. They’re actually his favorite pieces—and he has the same ones.”
“I would love to meet this boyfriend of yours,” the interviewer jokes. “He must have impeccable style.”
“Oh, he definitely does,” you say proudly. “Fun fact—he helped me put this whole outfit together.”
You glance up the street. Then your face lights up.
“Oh—there he is!”
Jeongin is walking toward you. He always does this—if he arrives earlier than you, he walks toward the train station so you’ll meet faster instead of waiting around. You wave enthusiastically. The moment he spots you, his whole face brightens.
He doesn’t notice the microphone or the camera at first—and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t care. He walks straight up to you and pulls you into a warm hug, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
“Hi,” he murmurs.
Then he finally notices the camera.
“Oh—what’s this?” he asks curiously.
He’s wearing a nearly identical outfit: the same shoes, the matching jewelry, a similar jacket, black jeans, and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.
“This gentleman asked me to do a video presenting my outfit,” you explain.
Jeongin’s eyebrows lift in mild suspicion, but he can tell immediately that you’re comfortable. His expression softens into a playful smile.
“Well,” he says, gesturing toward you proudly, “it is a fire outfit, if I may say so myself.”
The interviewer laughs.
“Dude, you two look amazing together. How long have you been dating?”
Jeongin answers instantly, without hesitation.
“More than three years.”
He slings an arm around your shoulders.
“Thanks for the opportunity, bro,” he adds with an easy grin, “but we gotta dip. I’ve got dinner reservations with this beautiful lady.”
The interviewer apologizes profusely for keeping you so long, waving as the two of you walk away down the street.
A few steps later, Jeongin nudges you gently.
“So,” he asks with a proud smile, “how was your first street interview?”
He doesn’t even consider that the interaction might reveal your very carefully hidden relationship to STAY. He’s far too busy being happy that he got to show off his girlfriend.
The comments under the video are exactly what you'd expect:
“WAIT IS THAT I.N FROM STRAY KIDS????”
“THE MATCHING SHOES AND JEWELRY I’M SCREAMING”
“the outfit matching but still looking natural is actually impressive”
“The Bottega coat, damiani jewelry and mihara shoes… jeongin really spoils her”
“this man dressed her himself and you can tell”
“the way he walked straight to hug her before noticing the camera 😭”
“the interviewer has no idea what he just posted”
“Jeongin: tries to keep relationship private for years
Also Jeongin: ‘yeah we’ve been together 3 years 😌’”
💌 a/n: I think the way this account gets updated whenever there is a figure skating event has to be studied... I'm starting to see a pattern. Anyways, it's my first time trying something like this, it was done mostly for fun~ I miss the tour so much so this is me coping with it. I don't care that this page is becoming fully seungcentric lol I hope you're all doing well my friends :3
📌 warnings: there are some swear words
💬 leave a comment (happy late skz-versary btw, I can't believe I've seen all 8 years, it seems like yesterday they were playing with the tiny arcade machines *sobs*)
the mystery bruises you're getting aren't from anemia or something stupid like that. they're from me. i go into your house while you're asleep and softly hit you with hammers until i am satisfied
Specifically: you, standing on a chair in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, aggressively stirring something in a pot like it personally offended you.
He stops in the doorway. Blinks once. Twice.
“…Why does it smell like garlic and regret?”
You gasp. “Lee Minho! I am cooking.”
He squints at the pot. “That’s not cooking. That’s a cry for help.”
You point the wooden spoon at him. “You said you’d be late. I wanted to surprise you.”
“With what,” he asks carefully, “food poisoning?”
He drops his bag and immediately steps in, hands automatically going to your waist to steady you as you wobble on the chair. “Okay. First of all, down. Before you die and I have to explain to the members that my girlfriend perished making pasta.”
You huff but let him lift you down like you weigh nothing, still clutching the spoon. “I followed the recipe.”
Minho peers at your phone. “…You doubled the garlic.”
“It said two cloves.”
“Yes,” he says patiently, “not the entire bulb.”
Despite himself, he smiles. He always does. Because you tried. Because you’re pouting. Because this, this mess, this warmth is home.
He takes over the stove with practiced ease while you hover beside him like a stressed assistant chef. You keep sneaking tastes; he keeps slapping your hand away.
“Minhooo.”
“You will burn your tongue.”
“I like it hot.”
“That’s not what you said last time.”
You choke. “LEE MINHO—”
He laughs, loud and bright, eyes crinkling, leaning away as you try to smack his arm. He looks so happy it almost makes your chest ache.
Dinner ends up edible. Surprisingly good, actually. You sit cross-legged on the couch afterward, sharing the bowl, the TV playing some ridiculous variety show neither of you is watching.
Minho feeds you bites absentmindedly, eyes still on the screen. You steal one from his chopsticks.
“Hey.”
“You were too slow.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
You grin. “I know.”
Later, you’re folded into his side, legs tangled, his hand lazily tracing patterns on your thigh. You yawn, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Minho?”
“Mm.”
“Thank you for not laughing at my cooking.”
He kisses your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your nose, because he’s annoying like that.
“I did laugh,” he admits softly. “But I also loved it.”
You look up at him. “Why?”
He shrugs, a little shy now. “Because it was loud and messy and very you. And you wanted to take care of me."
His thumb brushes under your eye. “I like being loved like that.”
Your heart absolutely melts.
You curl closer, tucking your face into his neck. “Stay with me.”
He tightens his arms around you instantly, no hesitation. “Always.”
The TV keeps playing. The apartment is quiet except for your breathing and his heartbeat under your ear. And for Minho, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be wrapped around you, in the middle of soft chaos, perfectly at home.
I finally got the idea of what kind of freebies I want to make last night for the skz dominate movie that I'm still not sure if I'm gonna be able to go to.
I was going to make those and spend the day doing laundry and vacuuming. But it's the first day of my period and I can't even get up without feeling like I'm going to pass out. So...maybe I'll just lay right here and be lazy
