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svngiem-remade · 3 months

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Hi ! Can i request a skz reaction pissing their crush off by mistake pleaaase ? 🥴 like the reader could be in a bad mood at start, or maybe them or just miscommunication ect ect I think there are multi possibilities of scenario!

#! — THEM ACCIDENTALLY PISSING THEIR CRUSH OFF | w/ SKZ

pairing. hyunjin + changbin + jisung + gn!reader

genre. angst, fluffy endings in all of them, slice of life.

warnings. miscommunication, arguing, swear words.

wc. 2.6 k

note. wrote scenarios for only 3 of them cause i couldn't get any ideas for the others and i'd rather just share scenarios that came to me naturally instead of desperately looking for ideas online and still writing them like shit. i'm so sorry that u were hoping for an ot8 scenario and got a binjinsung one instead. ily so much and thank u for requesting </3

... ♡ | seo changbin — snoring

“Bin…” a soft whisper of your roommate's name left your lips as you started repeatedly poking his right bicep with your index, both weak attempts at halting his eardrum shattering snoring right by your ear so you could pay attention to whatever the actors on screen were saying; though, all you received in response was a grunt and an even louder set of snores from the man laying halfway on top of you. You rolled your eyes, fully ready to scream at him, and glanced down at your shoulder, which was currently occupied by your barefaced, asleep roomie, whose chubby cheek was squished against you as the cutest pout in existence adorned his lips.

The adorable sight made you almost forget why you wanted to wake him up in the first place, instead cooing at him—until he slightly shifted in his sleep, causing you to feel a small, cold, damp spot on your pajama shirt. A grimace quickly wiped your smile away when you realized it was, without a doubt, his saliva. You whined, slightly shaking his broad shoulders, “Binnie-”

Nothing. Radio silence (aside from the snores, obviously). You took in a deep breath, and as you pushed him away with all of the force you had in store, his name left your mouth with a scream.

And well, that woke him up- “YAH! Are you crazy?! What happened?! Are you okay?! Wha-”

“You were snoring too loud—couldn’t hear anything.” you murmured, looking down at your fidgeting fingers as guilt washed over you. You knew he’d taken up some extra work at his office; work that made him work until late and wake up super early. And sure, his snores did piss you off, but you could’ve been more gentle, or simply-

“You could’ve turned the volume up, then. You know I sleep through anything.” he muttered under his breath, pulling the big blanket covering the both of you up to his shoulders to snuggle under it on the other side of the couch, throwing you a dirty look for ruining his sleep. You frowned at that, though you knew it was well deserved.

“Sorry…” you breathed out, glancing at the TV, now rolling the credits of the movie you were watching. You reached for the remote, turning off the screen before awkwardly getting up from the couch. “I’ll be going into my room then. Sorry again for-”

“Come here.” he motioned with his fingers, and you complied, sitting on the soft cushions again, but this time, right next to his laid down figure. He looked up at you with the softest of stares, and you couldn’t help but melt, drown in them. His lips parted, “Wanna make it up to me?”

You nodded profusely, and he smiled, tilting his head. “Kiss me, then.”

... ♡ | hwang hyunjin — off-key singing

“There’s no way your ass just laughed at me.” your mouth goes slack the moment a quiet chuckle leaves your best friend’s lips, but he can’t see it, nor can you see the shocked expression forming on his face due to your accusation—after all, you’re in his car, it’s pitch black outside, and the only sliver of light comes from the red buttons of the radio, which is currently playing Drama by aespa.

“I-I wasn’t-”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, “Like, I get you’re this big kpop star or whatever, but laughing at me for singing off-key? Really?”

Hyunjin shakes his head violently, and though he can barely see, his hands somehow find your shoulders. He takes a hold of them before starting to slightly shake you, “Nononononono! That’s not why I laughed! I just thought of something funny and-”

“Spare me from your lies. Please.” you click your tongue, uncrossing your arms, just to shove him away from you. You know you’re being dramatic, but seeing him get all panicked is incredibly cute—he doesn't know this, though, so his heart clenches at the prospect that he may actually, unintentionally, have hurt your feelings.

But what is he supposed to say right now? That in the midst of you singing, he realised just how much he liked you? That he was actually laughing at himself for feeling butterflies every time you touched him, like a teenager? Because, if that is the case, he better come up with another excuse fast.

He gulps nervously, taking a hold of your hands and squeezing them. He’s glad you didn’t push him away this time. “What if... to make you forgive me EVEN IF I WASN’T LAUGHING AT YOU,” he points out in between his beg, making you giggle, “I asked Ning to autograph your photocard? Maybe even invite her to our next group outing?” Hyunjin asks, hope laced in his tone. The vehicle is silent for a while, until you can no longer hold back the squeal begging to be released.

“You’re absolutely forgiven!” you lunge forward to engulf him in a hug, peppering the side of his face with kisses. “Also, I know you’d never laugh at me, I was just being dramatic.”

“Yeah…” he murmurs in your neck as he basks in your warmth, in your cute chuckles, in your pecks for as long as he can. All he hopes however, is for you not to notice how his cheeks have suddenly warmed up to the touch, or his rapidly increasing heartbeat.

... ♡ | han jisung — pet sitting gone wrong

“Bubbles! Stop hiding and come here!” Jisung yelled in a panicked tone, desperately looking through every single bush and under every piece of furniture you owned in your backyard, hoping to find Bubbles, your pet rabbit, so he could put her back inside of your home, but all in vain.

He hadn’t seen the fluff-ball in about 20 minutes, though you gave him clear instructions to never leave her out of his sight, given her passion for putting herself in danger whenever she was outside—but how was he supposed to focus his attention on her, when you kept sending him your adorable selfies, pictures of you trying on cute little outfits, or the text message saying you would be home in about 10 minutes with takeout pizza. Saying he panicked when he read that, and realized he’d not seen Bubbles in more than 5 minutes would be an understatement. “Come on- Please! They should be here soon-”

“Oh, you’re here!” you said as if on cue, a bright smile on your lips as you hugged him and pecked his soft cheek, not noticing the nervousness in his smile. “Thank you so so much for looking after her, Ji. I owe you.”

He gulped, “Uh, yeah… about that-”

“Yeah?” you innocently asked, your hands still around his waist and your eyes still looking up at him with something close to an adoring glint in them. Fuck. He was gonna hate this.

“I-” he hesitated, “I let her roam around in your backyard like you told me, but now I-I can’t find her. But I swear I’ve been looking for her everywhere and—” he rambled, heart clenching when he saw that look in your eyes.

“You what-” you broke the hug, as if his skin now was scorching hot, and immediately started to look for Bubbles. “Oh my god- Han fucking Jisung! It’s almost dark outside, and foxes and raccoons should be out soon-” your heart dropped at the prospect of your sweet pet rabbit falling into their hands. You turned your head back to look at your friend, “When’s the last time you saw her?”

“About 20 minutes ago.”

His answer made you fear for her safety even more, and even though your backyard was closed off by a high fence, you didn’t doubt that a hungry fox, raccoon, or dog could easily find a way around it if they saw Bubbles. Jisung watched dread morph in your features, and instantly joined you in your search.

Guilt gnawed at him as every single possible scenario played in his mind- until, he looked somewhere he hadn’t looked previously, and saw fluffy orange and white fur slowly moving up and down inside your late dog’s outdoor home. He sighed in relief when he leaned inside the huge wooden build and saw her curled up in herself- peacefully sleeping. The incredibly heavy weight on his shoulders lifted up when he shouted, “Found her!”

You shot up to your feet, rushing over to him as he carefully took Bubbles in his arms. You dried your tears with the back of your hands, cooing at her. The absolutely heartbreaking sight of you crying because of him made him want to yell and scream at himself. He gathered up the courage to talk. “I’m so so so sorry. I-I’ll make it up to you, yeah? I’ll-I’ll pay for her food and whatever she needs for as long as you want and-”

You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips at his words. “Don’t worry, Ji. I left her with you because I trust you, and I was just scared something bad had happened to her. I’m not mad at you. She sometimes disappears on me too, so don’t feel too guilty. The most important thing is that she’s okay.” you looked at him, that fond look back in your eyes. You leaned forward to place a delicate peck on the corner of his lips. His heart did a backflip. “Now come on in. I also bought a few cans of beer for us to enjoy along with the pizza.”

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svngiem-remade · 5 months

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CARE OF YOU | yji

🧸 pairing. yang jeongin + gn!reader

synopsis. you got the flu overnight, and your loving boyfriend is there to take care of you.

🌙 wc. 0.8k | au. idol!au, established relationship, fluff, reader is sick, inni cooks for reader :((

This is not how today was supposed to go.

Right now, you were supposed to be sitting on the grass of the small public park near your apartment.

Right now, you were supposed to be eating the food you and Jeongin had carefully packed in your picnic basket the night before in between laughs and kisses.

Right now, you were supposed to be bathing under the sun with your boyfriend's head on your lap as you quietly talked about pretty much anything that came to mind; but instead, here you were: eyes watery and droopy from the lack of sleep, body trembling from how cold you were feeling even if your forehead was burning up, throat dry no matter how many glasses of water and warm tea you'd gulped down.

Your nose suddenly started tingling, and you couldn't help but scoff in annoyance before a loud sneeze left your mouth, followed by three quieter ones.

You grimaced in disgust, holding a tissue to your nose as you sank further into the blush pink loveseat you and Jeongin had purchased to celebrate having finally moved in together after almost 2 years of dating—the memory of the two of you arguing over its placement in the, at the time, bare living room managed to make you smile, making you almost forget why you'd been pouty all morning, until you sneezed, again.

You huffed, trying to focus on the last episode of your favorite drama playing on TV, when suddenly, the smell of freshly cooked rice invaded your nostrils. You hummed happily, slightly moving from your position to peek at your boyfriend in the kitchenette, who was busy placing a few dishes on one of your wooden trays—looking extremely handsome while doing it, may you add—and your frown couldn’t help but melt away, your smile couldn’t help but grow bigger when he walked into the living room, tray in hand and a concentrated look on his face.

“Here,” Jeongin’s silky voice filled your ears, “you gotta have a full stomach before taking your medicine.” he stated with a serious look on his face, placing the tray on the coffee table before sitting in the empty spot next to you. And without saying a word, he laced your fingers with his, helping you sit up straight before placing a tender peck on the back of your hand, as he always did. And even if you’d been dating for what felt like a lifetime at that point, you still blushed, making him chuckle as he picked up the bowl of miso soup from the tray.

You smiled, muttering a quiet “thank you” before extending your arms to take said bowl from his hands, mouth already watering at how good it looked and how amazing it smelled—however, your dreams and hopes of blessing your taste buds with Jeongin's cooking all crashed down when he moved it out of your reach.

“Nu-huh,” he grinned at your adorably confused face, motioning for you to lower your arms, taking a spoonful of the soup. “I'll feed you.” he whispered as he inched the spoon to your lips—however, a snoffle, followed by a scowl painted your features.

“I may be sick, but I can still eat on my own.” you protested, looking down at the bowl of soup as you hugged your knees closer to your chest. He chuckled at your bundled up self looking back at him with a frown.

“I'll be the judge of that.” Jeongin retorted, but still, your lips didn't budge. Damn you and your cute stubbornness. “Please?”

You puckered your lips, his words hanging in the air before you finally gave in with a sigh and opened your mouth, letting him feed you. You didn’t notice the whipped grin on his lips when your eyes beamed as soon as you gulped down the soup. “Is this your mom's recipe?” you asked excitedly before another spoonful was basically shoved down your throat.

He hummed, a warm smile on his lips, “It is. I know how much you like it, so I called her while you were sleeping and asked her for her recipe.” He'd do anything to make you feel better, to make you smile and be happy, and he was not shy to let you know that.

You teared up at his confession. You were going to marry that man one day. “You always take such good care of me.” you looked up at him, letting him feed you another spoonful of soup as your cheeks warmed up. “Thank you. I love you.”

You'd said those words countless times in the course of your relationship, but they never got old—his heart still raced the same, the tips of his ears still flushed red whenever you uttered them.

Jeongin beamed at you, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. “Thank you for letting me take care of you and show you how much I love you everyday.” he muttered against your hair before going back to the soup, helping you finish it before he put the now empty ceramic back on the wooden tray.

You sighed happily—stomach full, and satisfied as you leaned back on the headrest, lacing your cold fingers with your boyfriend's warm ones—though, when you saw him reach for the disgusting looking syrup on the coffeetable, you grimaced. “Now, say ��aaaah’”

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svngiem-remade · 9 months

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WHOLE ONCE MORE | scb

🧸 pairing. boyfriend!seo changbin + gn!reader

synopsis. just a short drabble in which you and your boyfriend decide to spend his birthday at his beach house after weeks apart from eachother.

🌙 wc. 1k | au. established relationship, fluff.

Between promotions, music shows, interviews, dance and vocal practices, producing and writing music, and recording most of the songs for their next album, Changbin rarely got the chance to see you these past weeks—let alone spend some nice, relaxing quality time together.

So, when on a random Monday night he barged into your apartment unannounced, and quite literally pounced on your half asleep figure on the couch with the biggest smile you’d seen him sport in a while as he told you that, as soon as his birthday live was over, he could take the rest of the day and the next one off of work, you squealed in excitement, hugging him tighter while suggesting date ideas, one after the other.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm, heart swelling in absolute adoration when he noticed the spark of joy in your eyes as you spoke—and all he hoped for was for it to only grow bigger and brighter once you heard his proposition. Changbin cleared his throat just as you finished speaking, his fingers lacing with yours before starting to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb. Then, he looked up at you, “They all sound great, but… how about we spend those days at my beach house? You know, just you and me? We could grill some meat and veggies, drink something tasty and go for a dip whenever we feel like it.”

And needless to say, you’d never agreed to something that quickly before.

𔓘

Everyone could tell just how elated Changbin was to finally have a few days of rest—with you, nonetheless—so none of the staff were surprised when he curtly bid everyone goodbye after ending his birthday live, doing the same in the SKZ group chat, before running to the underground parking of his agency and hopping into your car.

“Hi.” you smiled widely, turning to squish his cheeks to press a long peck on his pink lips—oh, how you missed the sweet smell of his cologne, how you missed the way he always smiled into your kisses, how you missed how soft his lips felt against yours. The past three weeks without him hanging around your apartment, meeting up for lunch dates, or even for a brief coffee felt like an agonizing eternity for the both of you, so the giddines you felt when you finally saw his smiley face approaching your car, his heavenly voice whispering your name with such gentleness as soon as your lips met was so great you could swear your heart was on the brink of bursting. “Happy Birthday~” you sang, placing a butterfly kiss on his nose.

He giggled as a faint blush dusted his cheeks. “Thanks.” he mumbled, shily hiding his face in the crook of your neck, making you bite your bottom lip at how utterly adorable he was. You truly couldn’t wait to spend time with him, in your own little bubble, for two days straight—and neither could he.

So hours later, there you were—all of your things settled into the small beach house right by the ocean, lounging on the two person lounge chair with Changbin glued to your side, swimsuits on and drinks on the side table. Still sleepy from the nap the both of you took as soon as you arrived, a comfortable silence filled the air as the sun slowly rose—with you reading the final page of your favorite book, and your boyfriend with his head on your chest, his arm draped on your middle as light snores reverberated on your torso, finally enjoying some well-deserved sleep. (You also secretly took some pictures of him—he looked way too adorable for you not to.)

“S’ comfy.” Changbin groaned as soon as you tried moving from your spot to place your finished book on the nearby sidetable, his hand squeezing your side and forcefully keeping you from moving even an inch—he even took it to the next level by throwing a leg over your hip.

You let out an annoyed whine, the hand playing with his soft curls lightly tugging at his scalp, “I just wanted to put my book away and get my drink though—”

Without a word, but with a loud huff, he took the book from your hands and stretched his arm to place it on the table, exchanging it for the bubbly and colorful drink he’d made earlier as you got changed into your swimwear. However, as he handed it to you, your thirst for that drink was long forgotten, since all your mind could think about was how his tensed forearm and big bicep were right in front of your eyes a few seconds ago. Your pupils moved back down to watch as he got back into his previous position, his buff, defined arm once more around your waist.

“Like what you see?” he tiredly whispered, tilting his head back to admire your reaction as he now purposely flexed his muscles. Your face heated up when you realized you’d been caught, but still, your eyes couldn’t seem to be able to leave the little show he’d put on for your eyes only.

He grinned when you lightly slapped his arm in fake annoyance. “Tch— Showoff.”

“Why? Don’t you like it when I do this?” he teased with a fake pout, sitting up to do his usual flexing poses, tiredness now completely out of his system, to which you just rolled your eyes, pulled down your shades and sipped on the fruity cocktail, trying to stifle a laugh at how corny he was being. Not that you minded; it was one of his many charms after all.

But as your usual back and forth, held back laughs and lingering touches happened, the last thing you expected Changbin to do was to suddenly get up from the lounge chair, steal your glass from your hands to put it on the table and pull you up in a sitting position, only for him to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. All you could do was gasp.

“Oh my— Bin! Put me down!” you protested as you held onto his back, shrieking when his hand gave your buttcheek a sharp slap to shut you up.

“Let’s enjoy the ocean now, shall we?” he said, right before running towards the immense body of water with a giggling you on his shoulder.

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svngiem-remade · 11 months

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What are your thoughts on idol!chan x fan! Reader who run into each other at a pool party ?

POOL PARTY | bcn

🧸 pairing. bang chan + gn!reader

synopsis. you hate parties with a burning passion—so, how has your best friend coaxed you into being her plus one at a VIP midnight pool party?

🌙 wc. 1.2k | au. idol!chan; fan!reader; strangers to mutual pining

You hate parties with a burning passion. You hate how loud the music is, how unhinged people get after the few overly watered down drinks they gulp start making their effect, and, mostly, how unnecessarily expensive said drinks are—so, how has your best friend coaxed you into being her plus one at a VIP midnight pool party?

“Wow...” you mumble, eyes wide and fixed on the bushes on your left, the multiple gaps between the leaves and twigs letting you take a glance at what is probably the most luxurious party you’ve ever seen on the other side of the perfectly trimmed shrubs, loud voices and splashing sounds coming from the yard welcoming hundreds of big internet influencers and celebrities, many of whom you recognize from your favorite shows and movies, even some singers you regularly listen to chatting amongst themselves.

And as you walk on the dimly illuminated concrete path leading to the official entrance of the late night pool party and spot so many more faces you see on billboards and news outlets daily, it’s then that you truly realize what you are about to walk into; so, panicked, you grasp Sujin’s arm, stopping her in her tracks, which makes your best friend turn to face you with a confused frown as you stare at her and stutter, “I wanna go home. I-I can’t— I’ll somehow embarrass you, and—”

Her face softens, but soon a firm look makes its way onto her face. “Y/N, listen—” she places her hands on your shoulders, lightly shaking you before letting out a sigh. “We’ve already gone over this. Everyone’s here to have a good time, relax, and have a few drinks—just like a normal, regular party. And I know it’s intimidating being surrounded by such big names, but, believe me, most of these people are so nice and sweet you may just get a toothache.” Your friend reassures you with a smile painting her lips.

You drink in her words, glancing at the party only a few feet away from you once more before turning back to face Sujin with furrowed eyebrows. “Promise me you’ll never leave my side, though.” you plead, fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

She squeezes your shoulders. “Promise.”

♡

And an hour later, there you are: sipping on your bubbly wine, sitting on an outdoor couch and chatting with Sujin and her friends, who, as promised, are as sweet as honey. And, as much as you hate admitting it, you are having fun. Truly. The music is fire, the atmosphere is fun and vibrant, and, to your delight, the drinks aren’t watered down for once—even the obnoxious laughs coming from the crowded swimming pool add a nice touch to the lively night.

“HEY! THAT’S MY FAVORITE SONG!” Shuhua yells, springing up to her feet as soon as the music changes, stretching her arms out in front of you for you to grab as the rest of the group gets up as well, some already heading to the dance floor in a fit of chuckles and excited squeals. “Come on, let’s go!” Sujin and Shuhua try to tug you up on your feet to drag you towards the crowd, but you just shake your head and lean back on the couch.

“I’ll join you in a few, need to go to the bathroom first.” you smile up at them, following them with your eyes as they join the rest of the group. You let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair and relishing in the impressive skills of the DJ, your eyes skimming through the beautifully decorated backyard slash patio with wonder before downing the remnants of your wine in a big gulp, soon making your way to the pool house.

You rush past the crowds with your head down, quietly sliding open the door to the unlit pool house and sneaking inside, hoping to not get noticed by the two people making out on the couch as if they were alone, and walk to the bathroom—however, you don’t even have time to put your hand on the handle when the door flungs open and the person coming out of the room slams against you, knocking the air from your lungs right out of you.

Your back hits the wall behind you with a painful and loud thud, your head doing the same as a low, startled gasp leaves the mouth of the person in front of you. “Shi—. Are you okay?” panic is laced in the voice of the person who’s knocked you over when you whine and hiss in pain, moving your hand to hold your head, your eyes shut closed. “Fu*k, you’re not okay. Wait, let me help—”

You protest, trying to get away from that warm, but wet, body with wobbly steps. “N—No, I’m o—okay, really.” you groan, holding onto every surface available to try to reach the sliding door, however, a second later, you’re being swept off your feet and carried princess-style, gently placed down on the comfortable cushions of the couch with a packet of ice pressed on your head and a slew of sorrys filling the open room.

You shake your head, your fingers circling the wrist of the person holding the pack of ice up for you, “I should’ve been m—more careful as well, it’s also my f—fault. Please don’t be too harsh on your—yourself.” you stutter, slowly opening your eyes when the throbbing and stings of pain start becoming less painful and more bearable—just for the air to get knocked out of your lungs right away.

Bang Christopher Chan, leader of your favorite group and highkey crush, was the one standing right there in front of you, taking care of you in flesh and blood—shirtless, only wearing swim trunks, and drenched in water from head to toe to top it all off.

You internally scream, heat rising up your cheeks in record time and butterflies invading your stomach at his gentle tone when asking you how you were feeling, if you needed him to fetch you some water or medicines, even food—but you can barely take your eyes off of the droplets of water falling from his hair tips and running down his face and firm chest, which is almost touching your legs. Sh*t, would've never thought you were going to meet him that way, but you don’t mind. Like, at all.

“You need help getting up?” he mouths, looking up at you from his crouching position as you answer a phone call from a very panicked Sujin, briefly explaining to her what’s happened and that you were on your way back to her and your friend group. You shake your head at Chan’s question, hanging up the call and getting up from the couch on your own, but still, as you walk out of the pool house and back into the party he insists on sticking close to you just in case you might feel sick or get a sudden headache—which makes you giggle and blush a deeper color than your own.

“Can I offer you a drink to repay you for your kindness?” you timidly ask him the moment you pass by the busy bar, turning to look at him.

He grins. “Only if I can get your number in return.”

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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came across your piece about hyunjin and being called pretty and god DAMN 😳

so now i’m curious, what are your takes on the skz members’ styles/habits etc as subs?

#! — THEIR HABITS/STYLES AS SUBS | in SKZ

pairing. OT8!skz + gn!reader

contains. themes of sexual nature, dom/sub dynamics.

wc. too lazy to count, about 700 words or smth

note. thank you for ur compliments love, subby hyunjin is my fav tbh ❤️ and y'all, i feel so dirty after this, idk if i'll ever recover.

... ♡ | bang chan — emotional sub

he always had to take care of everyone, always had to be responsible for everyone—and it was exhausting. so, what he craved like crazy was to be owned by someone; because for once in his life, he wanted someone else to be responsible for him, someone else to take care of him, someone else to tell him what to do and say and think, someone else to have complete control over his mind and body.

and then he met you—you who knew exactly what was best for him, what he needed and what would make him feel good, so it's a no brainer that as soon he steps into your shared home from a long day at the company, chan lets you take complete control over him—lets you feed him some healthy food and water, lets you wash him in the bathtub and give him a relaxing massage to soothe his aching muscles, lets you pleasure him over and over again as he does nothing back for you—he's your pillow prince after all.

... ♡ | lee minho — playful masochist

i cannot imagine him as something other than a switch leaning towards a dom—but if he ever decides to try out being a sub, i think he'd be a playful masochist.

he sees sex as a form of relaxation. he's never too serious about it and loves having fun and laughing and, overall, just spending some intimate time together with his partner, every once in a while inflicting and receiving pain to spice it up a little.

... ♡ | seo changbin — devoted

it wasn't unusual for you to start teasing and playing with him right before, and during, a very important work call—because having such a big, buff boy at your mercy with him all tied up under your desk with a vibrator deeply stuffed into his greedy hole and with your soaked underwear into his mouth made you feel so powerful you'd come only at the thought more times than you could count.

and knowing how much he loved it as well, how much harder he got with every harsh rub of your foot on his cock as you talked on the phone, how devoted he was to you and your pleasure when his cock twitched as soon as you took your underwear out of his mouth and demanded he start licking your sex in silence while wrapping up your call made it even better.

... ♡ | hwang hyunjin — free use

you like letting everyone believe hyunjin's the dominant one in the relationship—mostly because of how fun wiping off of his lips that annoying, cocky smirk will be.

and you giggle as you casually open the folder in your phone as you sit between him and minho, containing every single video and photo you'd taken of him as you used him—be it in his sleep, cooking or painting, the cover of the videos all being of him with teary eyes and on his knees.

... ♡ | han jisung — humiliation

he'd never admit it, but he loves being humiliated.

feeling his cheeks burn up and tears roll down his cheeks as you hold his naked body close to your entirely clothed one, riding the largest, longest dildo he owns on your thigh as you hold it still, spitting insults mixed with praises in his ear, reminding him over and over again how fucking dirty he is for loving being treated like a fuck toy, one that doesn't even deserve touching your bare skin.

and oh—how he loves it when he comes home to you fucking his best friends on the couch. seeing your fucked out expression as you bounce on chan's cock with your mouth full of changbin, locking eyes with them before sitting down on the sofa and fishing his own cock out of his pants, stroking it as he hears you moan how much better they are at abusing your holes than he ever could—making his cock twitch and come all over himself.

... ♡ | lee felix — good boy

he'll do everything in his power to please you, because he knows how much you love and care for him all the time by, for example, bringing him homemade food during lunch break or spamming him with supportive and loving messages right before a concert, knowing how nervous he gets as soon as he notices the crowd waiting for him and his bandmates.

and as soon as he sees you, the first thing he does is submit to you. he completely disregards his own wants and needs while pleasuring you, a sense of giddiness washing over him when you tell him you want him to top you after a particularly hard day at work, listening to your every command like a good boy—and needless to say, it's all worth it once a smile creeps on your face in between praises and your hand finally starts taking care of his aching cock.

... ♡ | kim seungmin — SAM

his smart tongue got him into trouble more times that he could count, most of it being by accident. he constantly tries to predict your words and actions, trying to work you up and tease you even in public or with friends around—claiming that he was just having fun and didn’t mean anything by all of that after you call his behaviour out with a threatening tone.

and while he wouldn't call himself a masochist, he does enjoy it when you push him against the door of your apartment with your hand around his throat and squeeze it, making him lightheaded and a stuttering mess as he tries apologising for something he really didn't mean to do—he just has to hope you'll believe him and let him make it up to you.

... ♡ | yang jeongin — princess

he loves being treated like royalty by you—receiving gifts on the daily, being pampered and spoiled with whatever jewellery or expensive clothes and shoes he tells you to buy him, or even just glances at, while shopping. he loves it when you organise a trip to the other side of the world and stay in the nicest hotels, eat at the nicest restaurants and shower him with all the love and affection someone could ever want.

but the thing he loves most, is letting you use him just as you pleased at the end of the day—sitting at your feet and patiently waiting for you to tell him what you wanted him to do to repay your kindness, eagerly nodding and servicing you in whatever way you'd asked him to without a second thought—not that he had any either way, he was too good and obedient of a boy for him to ever try to defy you.

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Hi, I love your work and I thought on asking you I maybe you could write about stray kids (member of your election) with a tall s/o :( It’s my biggest insecurity bc I’m even taller than Hyunjin. If you aren’t taking requests that’s fine too and sorry!

GOOD ENOUGH | ksm

🧸 pairing. kim seungmin + gn!reader

synopsis. after introducing you to his fans as his partner during a live, one of your biggest insecurities about yourself quickly resurfaces after years of managing to tuck it away.

🌙 wc. 1.6k | au. idol!au; established relationship; fluff; hurt/comfort

!! note. hi anon! hope u enjoy this piece! I tried my best here, since i'm like 5'1 and have no idea how being tall feels like so yeah 💓

Seungmin smiled up at you as you stood next to him in the vocal training room, mouthing an “It’s going to be fine” when he noticed your hands were trembling and your face was scrunched up in a frown, clearly nervous to reveal your relationship, and identity, to Stays—which was, to say the least, understandable.

You knew that going public with Seungmin would inevitably entail hate coming your way—but your years worth of mentally preparing yourself to ignore, not take to heart any of that came crumbling down, just like your wide smile, when your eyes skimmed over the hundreds of nasty comments Stays had started leaving in the chat of your boyfriend’s live as soon as you sat down next to him, all of them pointing out your outfit choice, your hairstyle, and any single flaw they could think of.

However, a small smile made its way to your face when more and more positive comments started showing up on the screen of your boyfriend’s phone, which called out those commenters for their rude behavior, just to then swoon over the way Seungmin’s hand moved to rest on your thigh, his thumb rubbing it to comfort you as he answered his fans' questions about your relationship with a smile on his face, encouraging you to answer some of them by shoving his phone between your hands.

He huddled closer to you to see the screen better, taking up the chance to whisper in your ear, “I know it’s easier said than done, but try to ignore hate comments. All they want is a reaction out of you.” You turned to look at him with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and nodded. He smiled, showing off that same puppy-like smile you’d fallen in love with all those years ago, his brown bangs almost completely covering his fond eyes, looking at you as you gulped nervously and skimmed through the comments.

And as the minutes passed, you seemed to become more and more comfortable and confident in front of the camera and Stays; they themselves seemed to have fallen in love with your sweet, but just as witty and sarcastic as your boyfriend’s, personality—you’d even started cracking some jokes and going along with some of his fans' ones, to Seungmin’s delight.

You giggled when the nth ‘can seungmin fight?’ comment popped up on the screen, the one right after making you widen your eyes and look into the camera. “Oh, we still haven’t answered this! We’ve been dating for three years now, four in a couple of weeks!” you answered excitedly, crossing your legs and giving Seungmin his phone back when you heard yours continuously vibrate on the table in front of you.

You frowned when you noticed your phone was blowing up with messages and notifications from all of your socials, reaching forward to check what was happening, and put it on silent to not disrupt further the peaceful vibe of the live. “What the—” you gasped when you realized they’d found your social media accounts, and your DMs and comments were now being flooded with hate messages—most of them about your height. Your eyes glossed over, and your smile dropped, turning into a pout instead.

Height had always been a sensitive subject for you, and while you wouldn’t consider yourself to be extremely tall, you were clearly taller than Seungmin—something the commenters didn’t fail to deem as ‘horrible to look at’ and that he ‘deserved a shorter partner, because him being the short one in the relationship did not fit him at all’—and that’s how you’d found yourself scrolling through Twitter in the trending topic ‘Kim Seungmin’.

The thoughts you thought were never going to resurface again after having spent years tucking them away into the back chamber of your brain, after your boyfriend had worked, and was still working, so hard to remind you on a daily basis how perfect you were for each other, how the both of you fit like puzzle pieces in every way possible, even if there was a significant height difference between the both of you, resurfaced. And you felt like crying.

I bet they’re just a fake partner to protect his real one’s identity. No way that’s his real one Thought he’d have more taste, yikes Y’ALL, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW TALL THEY ARE??? THERE’S AT THE VERY LEAST A 6 INCH DIFFERENCE I’m sure they’ll break up. Like, who’d want to spend the rest of their life with them??? IS THAT SEUNGMIN’S PARTNER??? WTF Great, now all of his attention will be on them. We’ve just been demoted to second place, y’all Seungmin, if you see this, pls break up with them and date me instead. I’m shorter than you and definitely more beautiful than them. I’ll be waiting ;) Come on, you deserve better than that, baby

Suddenly, you sprung to your feet and threw your phone on the table face-up, making Seungmin look up at you with confusion written all over his face. You stared straight at the door in front of you, not even turning to face him as you didn’t want him to see you’d started crying, and whispered that you needed to use the bathroom before running out of the vocal room. Seungmin stood still for some time, addled by the clear sadness laced to your tone, when just a few moments ago you seemed so peaceful, serene, and happy to interact with Stay’s.

However, his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched when, after unlocking your phone to check who was blowing it up, he noticed the reason you were now most likely crying your eyes out in the bathroom. Seungmin turned to look at the camera—the scariest, most serious look his fans had ever seen, on his face. “Sorry to cut this live short, but I have something to tend to. See ya, thanks for coming.” he mumbled, tapping the red button on the screen to end the live without sparing another word, running to the nearest bathroom, hoping you’d be there.

Sniffles and sobs filled the bathroom he’d walked in, and Seungmin immediately recognized them as your own, his steps soft as he approached the only occupied stall. He raised his hand in a fist and knocked on the door, clearly startling you by your quiet gasp and shuffling. “Occupied.” you said, your voice croaked and broken into sobs.

“It’s me.” your boyfriend said, placing his hand on the handle, ready to push it down. “Can I come in?”

You chewed your bottom lip, ripping a piece of toilet paper to dab your wet cheeks and eyes with it. “B-But what about t-the live?”

“You’re more important than a live.” he answered softly, pushing down the handle and opening the stall door, closing it behind him. He turned to look at you, a sobbing mess sitting on the lid of the toilet, as he crouched down in front of you, taking your trembling, cold hands in his, rubbing them affectionately and kissing your knuckles, making your cry even louder.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry. I know I should not have r-read them and-and taken them to heart, but—” you cried out, struggling to look him in the eyes through your teary ones. And his own broken glint in his eyes made you ponder if your biggest insecurity resurfacing actually hurt more than that, than seeing him look at you in such a comforting, warm way. He squeezed your hands, his mouth starting to open, letting you know he was about to say something, though you anticipated him. “I couldn’t h-help it... I k-know they’re all r-right a-anyways.” you confessed, your bottom lip puckering out and trembling as he raised a hand to your face and rubbed away your tears.

“Stop saying things you know are not true.” he whispered, his black eyes staring into yours so deeply you were sure he’d just somehow bore into your soul. “I love you, for you. And I will love you forever, okay? Get it inside that stubborn head of yours. You’re so smart, beautiful, and kind that I still struggle to realize you’re real and mine. ” Seungmin said, tapping your temple with his index, making a scoff and small smile creep up on your lips, warmth quickly spreading all over your body.

“And how many times have I told you in four years that one of the things I love most about you is your height?” he reminded you, opening your legs to slide closer to you, resting his hands on your hips, and looking up at you with a sincere smile. “Your hugs and cuddles are the best, you’re the only one that can reach that high spot in the kitchen without needing a stool, like me, and you look incredible in everything you wear—straight out of a magazine.” Seungmin chuckled, rubbing his thumbs over your love handles as you smiled, moving your hands to lock them on the back of his neck.

You both stayed silent for a while, now only soft hiccups leaving your lips, his eyes locked with yours, which overflowed in gratitude and love. His fond look turned into a solemn one all of a sudden. “Listen. I know it will be difficult. You’re now in the public eye, and haters come with it. The best thing I can advise you is to report, and block whoever bothers you, hm? If you don’t feel like doing that, though, I’ll do it for you. What do you say?” he suggested as he looked up at you. You nodded, and leaned down to press a long kiss on his puckered lips with a giggle.

“Come on now, let’s take mirror pics where you hug me from behind and the side and post them on all of your socials. Let’s make the haters mad.” Seungmin proposed, and you accepted in a heartbeat.

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Just a soft thought, in which Jisung has a secret crush on you. He notices you all the time, whether you are in the school park reading books as your past time, in the library studying, or zoning out while the professor chatters in front of the class. It became his habit to look for you in the crowd, even when he was surrounded by friends, and he couldn't stop from grinning if he witnessed you smiling for what God knows. The idea of him crushing you from afar was fine at first, but as he observed you day by day, he realized you don't have any friends to hang out with. He wants to interact with you but doesn't know how.

this actually one of my writing prompt but lemme share. idk if this imagine has been written already so...

YOU FELL FIRST, BUT I FELL HARDER | hjs

🧸 pairing. han jisung + gn!reader

synopsis. crushing on you from afar had been jisung's move for the past few months, and it had been really easy since he always stumbled upon you wherever he went, but his plan of never talking to you after your first (embarrassing) encounter was bound to never go through.

🌙 wc. 1.5k | au. college!au; mutual pining; hannie has a big fat crush on reader :(

It was early autumn when you met. You were being shown around the rather small campus by one of the school’s representatives, Chan, when Jisung, who was completely engrossed in frantically typing on his phone, bumped against you, making the both of you fall to the ground with a big ‘oof’, his body now on top of yours as your belongings went flying around.

You both widened your eyes, a deep blush creeping on Jisung's cheeks as he gulped, quickly climbing off of you and helping you get up from the grass by offering you his hand, which you gladly took, not without an embarrassed smile.

As you dusted off your clothes and Chan snickered a few meters away, Jisung repeatedly begged you for forgiveness, picking up your scattered belongings and offering to buy you lunch for the following week from the campus cafeteria to make it up to you, to which you responded with a small smile and constant reassurances that you were, in fact, fine, and him trying to make it up to you was completely unnecessary, though you appreciated his thoughtfulness.

And a quick, respectful bow later, you were walking once more by Chan’s side, looking at the buildings around you with a curious look. A look that, apparently, had struck Jisung more than he’d expected it to, had made him want to run towards you at full speed to catch up with your farthing figure so he could ask you out on a date, so he could get to know you better, so he could have the chance to listen to your heavenly voice and, hopefully, take a peek at your beautiful mind once more.

However, that interaction would be the only one you would have for the next few months (if we don’t count the stuttered and awkward greetings he’d say to you when you’d pass by each other in the hallways)—and it was simply because he did not have the courage to go up to you and start conversing. Would you even remember him? Would you laugh at his face if he asked you out on a date so out of the blue? Were you already taken or in love with someone else? He surely hoped that was not the case, but the more he stumbled upon you at the grocery store, library, favorite coffee shop, and lectures, the more it seemed improbable. You were just too perfect and beautiful to be single, so, as creepy as it sounded, he’d decided to just keep crushing on you from afar, since he’d somehow managed to convince himself he would be fine with it, even in the long run.

He’d grown accustomed to seeing you sitting on one of the benches in the park right next to your college campus before and after class as he took a walk with his to-go iced coffee in hand, either reading the book you always carried around or bopping your head to the rhythm of the music you were listening to through your obnoxiously large headphones, your soft features always painted with a sweet smile, which he’d unconsciously started to mirror as his cheeks became flushed with giddiness.

And his plan became a much easier task when the first semester ended and the new one started, which brought the both of you to have the same exact afternoon classes—he even held back an excited squeal when he saw you sitting right next to his usual spot, giving him the chance to finally speak to you and become friends; he just had to work up some more courage.

However, it seemed almost like as the weeks went by, he’d become an even more stuttering and awkward mess than before—hell, his stomach would flip and fill to the brim with butterflies if you brushed your hand against his by accident; how was he supposed to speak a full sentence without making a fool out of himself? So he’d often found himself admiring the amount of cuteness you radiated when, during your lecture, you zoned out, either staring at the big, scribbled on whiteboard or at the door as you mindlessly doodled hearts and cartoon characters on the piece of paper that was supposed to be filled with notes from the class.

And Jisung’s lover boy, whipped for someone aura and smile did not go unnoticed by his friends, who'd started teasing and poking fun at him whenever he’d pack up his stuff from the study room to rush to your shared class with a wide smile and red cheeks, or try to subtly ask them if any of them, or any of their other friends, happened to know you or your friends—which Jisung quickly got to know you did not have.

After all, if Chan, the man that was friends with every single soul roaming the halls and classes of the entire campus, and Hyunjin and Jeongin, who knew everything about everyone told Jisung they’d never seen you hang out with anyone, he wholeheartedly believed them—and it also explained why he himself had actually never seen you speak with anyone, if not for professors or group mates for projects. And right then, he knew his plan of crushing on you from afar until you both graduated was not going to go through. He knew he couldn’t leave you alone and let you fend for yourself the harsh university life.

“H-Hi.” Jisung muttered, your name coming out of his mouth so softly your heart clenched. You smiled and sat down on the seat right next to his—the one you knew he saved for you, given that he always removed his bag from it whenever he’d see you walk in his direction once you stepped in class.

“Hi.” you replied, taking out of your backpack your notebook and pencil case, not expecting him to continue talking since he never did—which was kind of a relief for you. You could barely contain yourself from showing how nervous and fidgety you actually felt around him, opting for a strong, confident facade instead—all because you still thought about how warm he felt when he fell on top of you all those months prior, how his cologne stayed on your clothes for the rest of that day, how your lips brushed against his ever so softly and how much you wanted to just pull him down and link them in a soft kiss.

And no matter how many months had passed since that moment, it still replayed in your head every time you closed your eyes to go to sleep, or whenever he’d speak to you; his raspy, low voice, made you feel dizzy just thinking about it. “Uhm…” Jisung poked your shoulder with his finger to try to catch your attention—as if he didn’t already have it. You hummed and turned your head to face him, eyes locked with his, trying to drink in as much of his beauty and warmness as you could. “I was just… I was wondering if you’ve already found someone to do the music theory project with?” he shyly asked, clearing his throat and strengthening his position when he noticed he was slouching.

You sank your teeth in your bottom lip and shook your head. “No, I’ve actually decided to, you know, do it on my own…” you mumbled, deciding to go for a half-truth instead of confessing that you were too shy to willingly interact with classmates if you had the option to do something on your own—including him, which you’d just recently acknowledged (or rather, accepted) you had a crush on, and you’d been trying to hint at it to him for quite a while now, but he was either too dense to catch your subtle advances or didn’t know how to reject you—you wholeheartedly hoped it wouldn’t be the latter.

“Oh… Nevermind.” he tried to play it off cool, but Jisung’s disheartened tone revealed just how sad the news had made him. “I’ll just do it on my own as well then…” Jisung murmured lowly, taking his pen in hand and writing down some bullet points for the project he now had to do alone, the whole speech he’d worked hard to convince you to be in a group with him now out of the window.

“Oh.” your eyes lit up—that was your chance to make your move. You fought against your shyness, against your fear of rejection and worked up your courage, chewing your bottom lip before placing a hand on his shoulder, “Then, would you like to exchange numbers?” you asked with a big smile, the sudden crimson blush appearing on his ears and cheeks reassuring you that maybe, just maybe, he liked you as much as you liked him. “You know, if either of us need help with the project, since we’re on our own...” you explained with a tinge of nervousness in your tone when he stayed silent for some time, warmth spreading all over your body and heart skipping a beat when he gave you the biggest, brightest smile you’d ever seen on his features.

Jisung then handed you his phone. “I’d love that.”

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#! — WHEN YOU PULL ANOTHER MEMBER'S PHOTOCARD | w/ SKZ

pairing. OT8!skz + gn!reader

genre. fluff, crack.

warnings. suggestive but not really on chan's part

wc. 2.1k

note. literally have no idea what I've just written, but enjoy <333

... ♡ | bang chan

“OH MY GOD— IS THAT—?!” you gasped when you laid your eyes on the kitchen counter, the limited edition album your boyfriend and his groupmates were going to drop in a few weeks on top of it. You giggled excitedly as you rushed to pick it up, tearing off the plastic in a matter of seconds.

You smiled when the poster inside showed off such an elegant, though young and fresh OT8 picture, loving how each and every member shined on his own, none of them shining brighter than another (though you thought Chan’s expression and confident pose slightly overshadowed his members, but you may have been biased, so let’s not take it for a fact).

After spending some time looking through the pages, stickers and freebies, you finally were ready to see which photocard you’d gotten—and you hoped at least one of them was going to be your boyfriend’s, but before you even had a chance to look, two strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and soft lips pecked your cheek. “Who’d you get?” Chan asked, not being able to contain his curiosity, since he’d already spent the past minutes looking at you and your happy expression, and hearing your comments about the title tracks and whatever you took note of from the living room.

“I don’t know, but I have a feeling it won’t be you.” you scowled, whining when you found out you were right—but at least you got the Felix and Seungmin ones, so you couldn’t really complain.

Chan huffed behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Had to beg management for weeks so I could bring you this album to not even get me?”

You chuckled, turning to face him and circle his neck with your arms, pecking his lips before cupping his cheek. “Doesn’t matter, baby. I’ve got the real you right here.” he smiled, leaning down to taste your lips once more, but stopping when you chewed on your lip to contain another laugh. “Plus, I think Stay would kill to have the one I carry in my wallet, instead of the official one.” you teased, making his cheeks flush red and bury his face in your shoulder.

... ♡ | lee minho

“STOP, HE’S SO CUTE I’M GOING TO CRY!” you yelled, your loud voice reverberating through your small, shared apartment, causing Minho to almost drop his phone on his face, since he was laying face up on the living room couch, editing his vlog’s footage while he had some time to himself.

And, for a few minutes, it was silent, until he heard you squeal and giggle to yourself once again, which made a frown form on his features as he quickly walked towards your bedroom, creaking the door open and glancing at your giddy self, kicking your feet in the air as you laid down on the bed. “Hey, is everything—” he tried asking, closing the door behind him and sitting on the duvet, but you interrupted him, hugging his side and shoving something in front of his face.

A few confused blinks later, he realized it was a photocard. Precisely, the youngest’s photocard from one of the earliest Stray Kids albums. “LOOK, I GOT INNIE’S PHOTOCARD!!! DOESN’T HE LOOK SO ADORABLE?!” you said, squeezing your boyfriend in between your arms as you kept admiring how cute his group member looked in that picture.

He scoffed. “Tch, mine is cuter.” a pout formed on his lips when you softly pinched his cheek, them burning up when you turned your phone on its back, your transparent case showing off his photocard from that same album.

“I know, you jealous baby.” you said with a chuckle, pecking his lips before putting Jeongin’s picture in the binder that held every single photocard you’d ever gotten from their albums.

... ♡ | seo changbin

“I can’t believe that I bought you literally 3 albums and none of it had a photocard of me! How is that even fair?!” he whined and threw himself face down on your bed, flailing his limbs in frustration. You held back a laugh at how dramatic he was being.

“Aww, come on, Binnie! I could try trading one of the ones I got with Felix, I know he has yours.” you tried reasoning with him, climbing on his back and placing your hands on his shoulders, trying to keep him still. He seemed to calm down at your words, laying his face on the side so he could look up at you.

“How do you even know that?” he mumbled, still pouty.

You sighed, starting to knead the skin on his bare neck and shoulders. “His partner told me, but I don’t know if he’ll be down to trade it for anything... Maybe if I offer him all three Chan photoca—”

He grumbled, interrupting you once again. “See?! How is it fair that you got Chan hyung’s photocard three times, but mine not even once?!” you rolled your eyes, knowing you wouldn’t be hearing the end of this story for at least the next couple of days.

... ♡ | hwang hyunjin

You frowned when the doorbell rang at 7 in the morning, dragging yourself out of bed and peeking outside through the peephole to check who’d interrupted your sleep. You gasped when you noticed it was Hyunjin, quickly fixing your hair with your fingers and clearing your throat, before opening the door with a smile—which he mirrored.

“Breakfast and limited edition No Easy album for you.” Hyunjin quietly said, stepping inside your apartment and taking off his shoes, putting on the slides that had basically become his once you’d started dating, and placing everything down on your dining table.

After rushing to the bathroom to make yourself look presentable and having a sweet breakfast on your tiny balcony as you chit-chatted about pretty much anything, he went back inside to bring you the No Easy album, the only one you were missing from your collection. You tore open the plastic and swiftly looked through everything, telling him how beautiful he looked in each picture, making him blush.

When you finally decided to take a look at which photocard you’d gotten in the album, you gasped. “Did you get me?” Hyunjin asked excitedly, since, secretly, his favorite pictures and photocards of himself came all from that album. And, without fail, anytime you bought a Stray Kids album, you got a photocard of him—but apparently, your lucky strike ended.

“No.” you frowned, looking at the Jisung and Minho photocards in your hand. You looked at your boyfriend, who looked way sadder than you, so you took his hand in your and squeezed it softly. “But at least I now have this Hyunlix poster. I’ll be hanging it up on my bedroom wall so, when I wake up from now on, the first thing I will see will be your beautiful face.” you said with a smile, which turned into a hearty laugh when he hid his face behind his hands.

... ♡ | han jisung

“Look! I pulled Hy—” you cheered, turning your head to look at his sleepy face with pride, holding the Hyunjin photocard in front of his eyes as he squeezed your waist and slid closer to you under the duvet, resting his head on the hardcover of the Oddinary album you’d just opened so he could look up at you easily.

He slowly shook his head, pouting his lips as he quickly blinked to wash the drowsiness away from his eyes. “No, you did not pull him.” he said in a raspy voice, and you frowned, looking back and forth between the photocard in your hand and your boyfriend, who must’ve gone insane since the man in the picture you were holding was indeed Hyunjin.

“What?” you asked, but as the seconds passed and his smile grew wider, you started hoping, praying that was not one of his usual attempts at making a funny joke.

“You pulled me, your boyfriend.” he said while snickering, pulling you on top of him and hugging you close when he felt that you were about to get out of his bed, peppering your face with kisses and tickling you until you forgave him.

... ♡ | lee felix

“Who’d you get?” Felix asked, peeking at your album splayed open next to his on the coffee table of his quiet dorm. It was deep into the night and everyone was sleeping—hell, you two were supposed to be sleeping as well, but your cute puppy eyes and constant begging to open the newest albums together made him too weak for him to say no. Though, he kinda regretted not having listened to his instinct as switching his album with yours, since, apparently, you’d gotten—

“Binnie!” you said proudly, waving it in front of his face in a teasing manner. He rolled his eyes.

“You’re lucky; I got mine.” he said in a sad tone, glancing at the photocard in his hands and yours, trying to think of a solution. “Would you like… trade it for mine?” Felix asked with hope laced in his voice, holding his picture out for you to take. However, his happy face fell when you shook your head, hugging Changbin’s photocard close to your chest.

“But you already gave me one of yours a few days ago…” you reminded him, to which he pouted and laid down on the floor, disheartened.

He let out a deep sigh. He’d been wanting to get his hyung’s photocard so he could show it off on the shelf of his bedroom, and he was going to get it, one way or the other. Then, it struck him. “Wait… what if I give you my The Sound photocard?” You widened your eyes, slowly turning to face him with an agape mouth. “Your The Sound photocard, as in… your LIMITED edition one? The one that costs literal THOUSANDS?” you whisper-shouted, so surprised that he was willing to just give it to you after months of unsuccessful begging. He nodded with a smirk on his face, quickly going to retrieve it from his bedroom as you followed behind him.

... ♡ | kim seungmin

“Spill the beans, who’d you get?” Seungmin inquired as soon as you picked up your phone, having received the message where you’d told him their newest album had just arrived at your apartment. You smiled.

“Chan and Minho.” you answered, staring at their photocards safely tucked in your binder. You heard him let out an annoyed sigh, then a scoff.

“The grandpas, yikes.” he replied, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could hear his disgusted expression.

“YAH, WHAT’D YOU SAY?!” you heard Minho’s voice yell, startling you as you put on your shoes. You shook your head when you heard your boyfriend continue to annoy his hyungs, stepping into the elevator to go to the underground parking lot and drive to work.

You clicked your tongue when you heard him start running around the practice room, probably being chased by Minho and Chan, as hearty laughs and encouraging words were being thrown at both parties. “Okay, I’m in trouble now. Remember that I love you, if I don’t make it out alive.” Seungmin said breathlessly, laughing as he once again doubled down on teasing his hyungs.

“Noted. Love you too, puppy.” you replied, sending him a kiss before hanging up.

... ♡ | yang jeongin

He’d tried not showing it, making it seem like it did not bother him at all—but the back of your phone showing off your latest Hyunjin photocard was all he could think about, and not in a good way. He wouldn’t have considered himself to be jealous or territorial, but he just… you’d always had only his photocards on the back of your phone from the moment you met, and seeing a face that was not his kind of… unsettled him.

Jeongin finally spotted you in the busy tteokbokki place where you were supposed to be having your lunch break together before going back to your schedules, waving at you with a smile on his face. You smiled back and lingered on the warmth the hand he’d placed on your cheek gave you, before placing a quick peck on your lips. You grinned and expected him to sit down in front of you so you could order some food, but he took out of the pocket of his jacket a thin object, which you recognized to be a photocard, before walking over to his seat. “It’s yours now.”

You frowned in confusion at first, but your eyes soon lit up when you noticed it was him printed on the card, so, showing him a big smile, you took out your wallet from your pocket to put it in there and keep it safe, but a gentle tap on your arm stilled your movement. “Put it at the back of your phone… please?” he asked with big, sparkly eyes, and you nodded without making a fuss, quickly switching the cards and putting Hyunjin’s one in your wallet now. “Much better.” Jeongin whispered, a knowing smile painting your lips.

Yup, he was indeed jealous.

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First, minho camping fic was so fucking hot 🔥🔥🔥 second, you're also the one who wrote that minho car sex fic???? Damn 👏👏👏

oop, thank you, made me blush tbh 🤭

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Hii i really love your writing and I’ve been wanting to request for a while but I’ve been a little shy 😅. Finally worked up the courage though! Can I request a fic where Hyunjin had a bad week during comeback and you’re frustrated from school work or something and he comes home needing you but you accidentally say something insensitive or raise your voice and he walks away saying “it’s fine” but you find him crying and realize that you messed up and try to make it up to him.

Sorry if this is too long?? But yeah I’ve been thinking about it! Also can I be “💞” anon? Thanks I really hope you consider writing it !

KISS AND MAKE UP | hhj

🧸 pairing. hwang hyunjin + gn!reader

synopsis. after lashing out at your boyfriend, saying things you did not actually mean when he begged you for some of your attention after a long week, will he accept your apology?

🌙 wc. 1.4k | au. established relationship, hyune cries :(, angsty, fluffy ending, hurt/comfort

!! note. sorry for taking this long but I just couldn't manage to make it flow as good as I wanted it to, or make the reader not seem that mean, but I did it!! really hope you'll like this! also, if you don't mind, I've added you on the anon list of my new account, thank you for loving my work, ily ❤️

Hyunjin had barely made it into the company car when thunder struck into the sky and a heavy downpour started; the bad weather plus the headache that had been tormenting him for the past three days coronating the horrible week that had just ended.

He loved comebacks; he truly did—performing in front of an audience with his best friends, doing interviews, and meeting idols and fans during stages—but they took such a toll on his body and mind that it always took him incredibly long before he was able to go back to his previous mental and physical state. All that dancing, singing, and even talking made him so exhausted and worn-out that the only thing that was able to soothe him and his aching muscles, give him comfort and love for at least a few hours was you.

So he couldn't contain his smile when your apartment condo came into his sight, your kitchen window being tinted by that comfortable yellow color given by the warm light of your ceiling lamp being turned on, letting him know you were still awake even if it was about 3 in the morning, probably still working on that one important work project you wouldn't stop talking about—not that he minded in any way; he loved the sound of your voice.

“Thank you for dropping me off; see you on Monday! Sleep well!” Hyunjin bid goodnight to his manager and dorm mates before hopping off of the vehicle and running inside your building, barely containing a squeal of excitement when it finally tinged—knowing that he was only a few meters away from you, from your welcoming presence and support, caused his stomach to fill with butterflies and a rosey blush to tint his cheeks.

Hyunjin quietly unlocked the front door, not wanting to startle you as he took off his shoes and damp coat in the hallway, the fruity, sweet perfume constantly lingering in your apartment already doing wonders for his headache. “Hi, love.” he whispered as he walked towards the kitchen, leaning down to peck your cheek softly.

“Hi, Jinnie.” you replied, turning your head to kiss his puckered lips, making him let out a soft, satisfied sigh and place a hand on the back of your head to deepen the kiss, to which you complied. A guilty expression washed over your face, though, when he caressed your thighs and tried pulling you up to your feet, clearly wanting to take things further, or at the very least cuddle with you—which was something you could not afford to do at that moment. Reluctantly, you pulled away from the kiss, your hand resting on his cheek as you caressed it with your thumb, staring into his bright, though tired, eyes. “I've got to finish this real quick; how about you go take a shower first? I should wrap this up in about 15 minutes.” you said, mouthing a ‘sorry’ when he pouted, but eventually agreed.

Hyunjin knew how important this project was to you, how hard you’d worked on it for weeks, and how the due date approaching put you on edge, so he’d been as supportive of a boyfriend as possible—reminding you to eat and drink everyday, bringing you some leftovers when he happened to dine with the boys of the other dorm, or showering you with affection whenever he had the chance, and knew you needed it. And he was doing everything right—even though he was very much on the clingy side, he’d definitely given you enough space to focus on yourself and your career these past weeks, even if he’d missed like crazy the feeling of you falling asleep between his arms, or vice versa, as you chit-chatted about your day.

Or at least, he thought he was doing a good job.

Your typing got rougher and your jaw clenched in frustration when, after his shower, all your boyfriend did was constantly walk around the apartment, spending most of his time in the kitchen even if he’d turned on a movie for him to watch in the living room.

Be it chips, popcorn, a glass of water, or juice, or just brushing your cheek or shoulder as he passed by you, or staring at you with his puppy eyes for minutes on end—he just couldn’t seem to stay still, and annoyance quickly bubbled up inside you. “F*cking hell, Hyunjin! Will you please just let me finish this in peace?! I have to turn this in soon, and I’m so f*cking stressed I can’t even think properly, and you walking around and being so whiny is really—” you angrily rambled when he walked once more inside the kitchen, his relaxed expression falling into pieces with every word you spat out.

Tears pricked at his eyes, and he gulped, chewing at his bottom lip nervously as he fidgeted with the hem of his oversized shirt. What made you finally stop your frustrated ramble, though, was the sight of a single tear escaping his eyes and staining his cheek. You immediately rose to your feet and rushed towards him, your heart breaking in pieces when he took a step back. Tears filled your eyes in seconds, “I—I didn't mean to lash out— I'm so sorry, I really did not—” you begged him for forgiveness. He clearly needed to be held and comforted after spending the whole week doing promotions non-stop, practicing without rest, and running around all day and night for schedules, and you’d failed to give him that; prioritizing something you still had a week to finalize and had basically already completed, instead of spending time with your boyfriend.

He wet his lips and sniffled, wiping a tear away from his cheek with his hand. “It's fine. I'll go—I'll wait for you in your bedroom. Take yo—your time. Goodnight.” Hyunjin hiccuped, lowering his head and backing out of the kitchen as quickly as possible before rushing into your room and throwing himself on your bed, hugging the pillow you always slept on and burying his face in it as he sobbed and cried, completely dampening it in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, you were completely speechless at your behavior, at your carelessness, at your insensitivity, at the way you turned what was supposed to be a night full of love and comfort into a night of heartache and sorrow.

Needless to say, you immediately turned off your laptop (not without saving your progress first), and stood outside your bedroom door for what felt like hours, contemplating if he was even willing to accept your apology, if he was just going to break up with you and ignore you forever, if he’d stopped loving you after your lashing out—but you had to at the very least try to fix your mistake.

You quietly cracked the door open, sobbing harder when you heard him do the same as he hugged your pillow, his big body trembling with every hiccup and his sniffles filling your dark, unlit bedroom. You took hesitant steps towards the bed, feeling small and guilty under his tired, tearful eyes looking up at you from your messy sheets.

With a gulp and shut eyes, you fell to your knees in front of him, not noticing his eyes widen at your action. You clasped your hands together, now looking up at him with a trembling bottom lip and big, puppy eyes. “I didn’t mean to lash out at you, I’m so sorry; I wish I could take everything I said to you back, I’m terr—” you whimpered with a broken voice, and from the genuinely regretful glint Hyunjin saw into your eyes, the fear that you actually thought everything you’d said to him washed away. He smiled.

“I forgive you, my love. Just… promise me it won’t happen again, please?” he whispered, placing a hand on your head and petting it softly, his trembling hand then reaching for your wet cheeks and drying them, you doing the same in an attempt to comfort him back.

“Can I… Can I hug you?” you hesitantly asked, mentally preparing yourself to be rejected. “Please.” he said, widening his arms so you could throw yourself on top of him, which you did with a relieved smile and repeated sorry’s as you covered his face in kisses and hugged him tight, cradling, giggling, and chatting until sleeplessness washed over the both of you, a lazy peck on each other’s lips as the both of you fell asleep under your warm duvet sealing the start of a new, brighter, happier day ahead of you.

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i wasnt crying until i remembered the stages of the dandelion…

every reblog to this post is a prayer for moonbin’s sister. a consoling hug to his mother and father. a blowing of a dandelion into the hearts, minds and souls of aroha, rocky, sanha, jinjin, eunwoo, mj, the poor fucking manager that had to deal with the terror of finding moonbin dead in his home.

moonbin, i hope with every fiber of myself, my heart, soul and being that your every breath in whatever new chapter, whichever foreign new world you’ve just stepped into is free of worry. i hope that you never have to cry again, that throughout your every moment wherever you are now, your heart is unburdened by the darkness of pain, sadness and sorrow.

goodbye my angel- may the stars birthed by the dandelions breathe you a breath of freedom in every moment you shine in the sky.

all our love goes to you, our prince…

~aroha

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Hi! I’m in no way shape or form forcing you to make a part 2 BUT I just wanna ask if you’re planning on making one for ‘that one fateful night’? I’m just curious!! I loved it btw, you’re an amazing writer!!

thank you so much, I'm so happy you liked it ❤️

I was thinking about doing a part 2 tbh, I'm not promising anything, but I'm leaning towards a yes!

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may i interest you in painting with hyunjin and making a huge colourful mess in the process but ur shared art piece is so worth staining your fav clothing

ART PIECE | hhj

🧸 pairing. hwang hyunjin + gn!reader

synopsis. when your boyfriend called you rather late into the night and asked you if you'd like to come over, the last thing you expected was for him to ask to paint together.

🌙 wc. 1.2k | au. established new relationship, domestic fluff, cutie hyune, so so much kissing and hugging and sweet words :((

You quickly walked up the stairs, a hand tugging the scarf around your neck up to the bridge of your nose to shield your face from the freezing cold midnight temperature of your boyfriend’s apartment building, a smile creeping onto your face when you finally reached his front door. As your left hand gripped the strap of your overnight backpack, your right one raised up to knock on the hardwood panel in front of you, it swinging open a few seconds later.

A wave of hotness quickly raised up on your cheeks when you locked eyes with Hyunjin, standing in front of you with a toothy grin on his face and a single deep red rose in his hand. “Hi.” he whispered, his cheeks the same color as the flower he was holding.

“Hi.” you mumbled back, hiding behind the big, fluffy brown scarf he’d gifted you on your first date, which actually used to be his—he insisted on you keeping it for as long as you wanted when you tried giving it back to him after he walked you home, since during your picnic date, your shivers due to the cold wind prompted him to wrap his scarf around your neck to keep you warm, the cutest blush tinting the tip of his ears as he did so.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, taking your hand in his to place the rose on your palm. “For you.” he leaned down and pressed a soft peck on your lips. “Everything’s ready, let’s... go inside.” he said timidly, pulling you into his dorm by the arm and closing the door behind you. You looked around, curious to see if anything had changed from the last time you’d been there, which was a few weeks earlier for Chan’s birthday, where Hyunjin had proudly introduced you as his partner to his friends.

Your heart pounded when he circled your waist from the side and walked with you towards the enclosed balcony, where he kept his wooden easel and his art supplies, all neatly organized on the nearby table. “So, what are we painting?” you asked as you gazed at the empty canvas, placing your belongings on the small loveseat behind you. Hyunjin walked toward the easel with a pencil in hand, tugging you closer to him after intertwining your fingers.

“Are you down to paint our hands like this?” he asked, raising them in front of your face. You nodded with a small smile, looking at him in awe when his face turned serious under the soft light of the nearby candle he’d lit once the pencil touched the canvas, the harsh, but at the same time soft, strokes almost turning into a lullaby. You rested your head on his shoulder gently, your eyes fixed on the way the warm light danced on the side of his face and his plump lips, now formed in a pout. You giggled.

“What’s funny?” he asked, still concentrated on drawing the outline of your hands.

“You’re cute.” your snuggled closer to his side, running your fingertips over his bicep slowly, making him chuckle.

“No, you’re cute. And that’s final.” he replied, squeezing your hand. You were about to protest when he took a step back. “Finished! Let’s start painting, shall we?” he asked, showing off his eye smile proudly. You quickly nodded, excited to start.

You skipped over to the art supply table and picked up a similar brush to Hyunjin’s, following your boyfriend’s every move to avoid messing up in any way—checking how he held the brush, how much pressure he was putting on the canvas, and how many layers of paint you were supposed to do. You might not have been as experienced as him on the matter, but you still wanted to make a good impression and let him know how much you loved how passionate he was about his hobby.

Hesitantly, you started stroking your brush on the canvas, trying to mimic what he was doing with the utmost concentration, which he found extremely adorable and endearing. You painted in comfortable silence for what felt like hours, your boyfriend every once in a while praising your acquired skill, earning a cute whine or compliment back, or taking a break every few minutes to chat and kiss and cuddle with each other on the loveseat as you waited for the layer you had to cover up soon with another one to dry.

With a smile on your lips, you walked back inside the balcony after a bathroom break, wrapping your hands around Hyunjin’s torso from behind when you noticed he’d started painting without you. You pinched his waist, peeking at his progress with a pout. “Why is everything he does always perfect?” you mumbled, unwrapping your arms from around him and leaning to your side to pick up the cup of colored water that needed to be changed. You gasped when Hyunjin lightly bumped you, causing you to stumble and accidentally pour the water all over your clothes, which, tragically, included the scarf you’d forgotten to place on the loveseat.

“Hyune!” you pouted, turning to face him and pointing at your clothes—you did not particularly care for them though; you’d specifically picked those clothes in case you’d stained yourself, unlike the scarf, which you’d treasured and cared for as if it was a live thing until now. He widened his eyes when he looked at you, guilt washed over him as he asked you if you were okay or wanted something else to change into, which you refused—you were going to change into your sleepwear anyway.

And while you knew he did not do it on purpose, you still wanted some of that sweet revenge. Unnecessary, childish—but fun nonetheless. “These are the clothes you use when you paint, right?” you asked innocently, gazing at the colorful background you and your boyfriend had been working on for the last half-an-hour. He hummed, barely paying attention to you as he was entranced, and completely concentrated on the canvas—your masterpiece a few strokes away from being finalized. “So… if they got dirty, you wouldn’t care, right?” you asked, a giggle escaping your lips when he mindlessly shook his head, not noticing you dipping all of your fingers in the watercolors and walking closer to him.

You suddenly pounced on him, a small shriek leaving his lips from the surprise before he started laughing, looking at you as you rubbed your colored hands all over his pants and shirt, even some on his cheeks and neck when you pulled him down for a kiss. He gladly accepted it in between chuckles, reaching for the watercolors behind you and covering his fingertips with the damp product before running them over your bare forearms and biceps, the remaining color ending up on your cheeks when he cupped them.

The both of you pulled back breathless, staring into each other's eyes with love-filled gazes, before you erupted into another fit of giggles. You wrapped your hands around him and pulled his torso flush to yours, the sun timidly peeking out from behind the nearby buildings and skyscrapers, signing the end of your date night.

You pecked his lips quickly, turning your head to the side to look at the canvas on which sun rays danced. “Woah, we did an amazing job—it’s beautiful!” you cheered, hugging him tightly as you stared at the piece that the two of you had worked the entire night on. He hummed. “I agree. Beautiful.” Hyunjin mumbled, staring at your cheerful, colorful face, before wrapping his arms around you, cradling the back of your head with his big hand, and resting his lips on the crown of your head—never wanting to let you go.

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thank you love ❤️🥺

THAT ONE FATEFUL NIGHT | hhj

🧸 pairing. hwang hyunjin + gn!reader

synopsis. hwang hyunjin has been your rival for as long as you can remember— but is he really?

🌙 wc. 1.7k | au. model!au; enemies with benefits; smut; angst; implied arranged marriage; sad ending (mention of aespa's Karina at the end)

unspecified dom / sub dynamics, penetration, protected sex.

Darkness enveloped your living room as you straddled Hyunjin’s lap, your sweaty, clammy hands desperately gripping his equally as sticky shoulders for the nth time that night to be able to balance yourself and bounce on his cock without too much trouble.

Your eyes fluttered open when the man below you attached his lips to your neck, harshly sucking on it as his long fingers flicked your puffy clit left and right, your high only a few thrusts away at that point. You wet your lips, a hand slipping on the nape of his neck to tug at his hair. “Don’t leave any marks.” you commanded, a set of moans leaving your lips when his tip brushed against your sensitive spot multiple times in a row— the growing smirk you felt against your skin letting you know he’d angled his curved length on purpose.

He snickered. “Mh, too late for that.”

You clenched your jaw, bouncing on him faster and harder just to make you come quicker and finally throw him out of your apartment. He’d overstayed his welcome anyway. “Fuckin’ hate you, Hwang.” you spat out, your thighs burning and shaking with fatigue, causing your eyes to gloss over with tears, which Hyunjin readily wiped off.

“You keep saying that, but you still call me over every night, sweetheart. You know no one else can ever make you feel the way I do.” he bucked his hips upwards, now hitting your cervix as he clasped his hands around your waist to take over— something you gladly gave him as you felt far too exhausted to put up any kind of fight for dominance.

“Shit— fuck, I’m close!” you chewed on your bottom lip, your hole squeezing and clenching around him so much and so many times that his breathing became frantic. His eyebrows furrowed when the orgasm he’d been holding back started building back up at an alarmingly quick rate, the sight of you looking oh so ethereal in front of his bare eyes making him feel dizzy.

The moon had apparently moved, since your previously completely dark figure was now shining under its rays; the layer of sweat and remains of your previous arousals covering your chest and stomach, the way your hands and fingers roamed all over your body to stimulate yourself further, your agape mouth moaning desperately, and your quickening breath left him speechless. How could such a perfect creature like you ever fathom the idea of letting him enjoy this sight of you on the daily? And though it hurt him deeply, since he knew what would come right after this, he pulled you closer to his chest, rubbing your back as he deeply whispered, “Let go for me, then.”

You clawed at his sides when your orgasm finally hit you, a drawn out whine exiting your lips as you ground on him, riding out your high with your lips pressed against his shoulder, your warm, fatigued breath hitting his sweaty collarbone. Hyunjin came immediately after you, the condom he had on filling up with his release in a split second, his arms hugging you tighter. He relished the post-coital hug you were sharing, inhaling your natural scent mixed with the remaining perfume you’d put on that evening for the event you’d both participated in. In which you looked stunning, by the way.

Wordlessly, you slipped his now soft cock out of you with a quiet hiss and shook his strong arms off of your naked form. His eyes followed you as you handed him the plastic bag full of the used condoms you’d thrown inside after every round you’d started, and finished, that night.

Taking the towel you always offered him to dry off his body, he wet his lips and quickly dabbed the cloth on him, knowing that you going into the bathroom was his cue to leave—and he couldn’t help but take longer than he should’ve.

You took the bag from the floor, storming into the bathroom to throw it inside the bin, grabbing your silk robe from the wall hanger and putting it on yourself, taking your sweet time washing your hands and face before walking back into the living room, expecting to find it empty for you to quickly clean up and have a substantial dinner, compared to the one they had served at the charity event you’d participated in.

Though, you frowned when Hyunjin exited your bedroom, “Why are you still here?” you asked, an unreadable look on your face.

“Chill, I’m leaving. Just gotta grab my phone.” he said, the coldness in his voice making a shiver run down your spine as you stared at him, gathering all of his things in a rush before heading to the entrance hall. “See you tomorrow.” he said, now softly, feeling tears prick at his eyes.

You hummed, tidying up the couch and placing the cushions where they belonged, avoiding looking at him. Once the front door closed, you let out a long sigh, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip and fluttering your eyes closed to fight back tears.

Your relationship with Hyunjin was complicated, to say the least. As soon as you laid eyes upon each other at both your first audition to become models as pre-teens years back, daggers went flying for no apparent reason, and rivalry with him officially started. You couldn’t even stand in the same room without a fight being prompted by either of you, and, unluckily for you, it seemed like the agency you worked at just loved making you work together—be it for photoshoots, ad campaigns, or, when you both became independent adults, international gigs.

The number of times they booked your rooms right next to each other or even made you sleep in the same room (though in separate beds) was countless—just like the number of fights and insults thrown during your stays.

But you know what they say; the line between love and hate is thin, and one night after an event in Tokyo where Hyunjin definitely had a jealousy outburst after one of the staff members who’d tagged along from Korea started flirting with you, he grabbed your face and started making out with you right in front of the poor man, who left the scene immediately after with a deep blush on his cheeks—and you hated how much you were enjoying it. And started kissing him back eagerly. And ran your hands over his well-built chest and shoulders. And started grinding on the thigh he’d slotted between yours. And how your heart fluttered at the fond glint in his eyes as he pounded into you. And how you did not regret any of that the morning after.

On the contrary, you felt so happy, giddy, and giggly that you wouldn’t stop smiling as you traced Hyunjin’s asleep face, admiring his features with the biggest heart-eyes ever. And though you were scared to pursue another relationship after your last one, which to say was disastrous would’ve been an understatement, you felt ready—the absolute gentleness, sweet, lingering kisses, caresses, and whispers, the care and passion he showed you the previous night, were all it took for you to open your healing heart once more and try loving again, try loving him. Throw behind your backs the stupid rivalry that stemmed from nothing and start fresh.

And he seemed down for it as well. As soon as he woke up, you asked him if he would’ve liked to start dating, to which he agreed in a heartbeat. The happiness that said agreement brought to the both of you was so great that you ended up making love once again in between giggles and soft words. You still remembered how you felt like your heart was going to burst any moment, how you couldn’t stop smiling, and how you couldn’t believe your rivalry with him turned into a love story overnight.

But once you flew back to Korea and went back to your normal lives, he stopped replying to your texts and calls; he would ignore you when he walked by you, turn the other way when you waved at him, or tried to converse at events. You were so confused and heartbroken, and he wouldn’t even tell you what had happened or what had prompted him to ignore you.

However, a few months later, you somehow got stuck in a coworkers with benefits type of relationship with Hyunjin after a particularly heated, angry argument, which brought you two to have very angry, hateful sex all over your apartment. And you hated it.

You hated how the only way you could interact with him was through having sex—hell, during your photo shoots he refused to say a word to you, barely acknowledged your existence, then later in the day be balls deep in you; it was... heartbreaking, to say the least, but moreover, confusing. You’d noticed his lingering gazes, his delicate touches, and how all he seemed to want to do when you called him over at night was just hold you, cuddle with you, and kiss you—which was something you couldn’t do, not without falling apart first and begging him to tell you what was going on. Which you knew you would hate.

[4.32am] I’m so sorry, but I’m too much of a coward to tell you face to face. I love you, I love you so much it hurts. Shit, I want to grow old with you and kiss you all day long and fall asleep in your arms and take long walks with you and visit so many places together, but I just—I just can’t. [4.34am] I love you so much; please remember that, my love.

The ping of your phone startled you, picking it up immediately to check who it was, and soon, tears flooded your vision, sobs and whimpers leaving your lips when another notification popped up, now from the news article you were subscribed to, which talked about everything regarding the world of fashion, brands, and models, from the most unknown ones to the biggest A-listers who were basically treated as celebrities due to their fame. Your heart dropped.

Hwang Hyunjin was there, a big, white headline announcing his marriage to Yu Jimin.

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svngiem-remade · 1 year

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Your recent post you just uploaded was not it at all sorry to say but it sucked!

tbh, I'm not a fan of it myself. I had one idea in mind and did not execute it well, so i'm sorry about that. what did you not like about it? if you point out what I should've done better/in a different way I can improve on my next posts!

also, i'm all for criticism, but why be rude about it?

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THAT ONE FATEFUL NIGHT | hhj

🧸 pairing. hwang hyunjin + gn!reader

synopsis. hwang hyunjin has been your rival for as long as you can remember— but is he really?

🌙 wc. 1.7k | au. model!au; enemies with benefits; smut; angst; implied arranged marriage; sad ending (mention of aespa's Karina at the end)

unspecified dom / sub dynamics, penetration, protected sex.

He snickered. “Mh, too late for that.”

Though, you frowned when Hyunjin exited your bedroom, “Why are you still here?” you asked, an unreadable look on your face.

Hwang Hyunjin was there, a big, white headline announcing his marriage to Yu Jimin.

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