#minchan angst

[writingforstraykids]

I owe you a kiss

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 4344

Summary: As the upcoming comeback gets closer, Chan starts isolating himself from you and Minho, getting overwhelmed. He can't quite deal with feeling so much and nothing at all at the same time and takes it out on the two of you. Minho and you try to help your husband out.

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, argument, chan feels numbish, fear of flying, domestic married life, emotional hurt/comfort, angsty!chan, soft!min

A/N: I don't know where that came from, but enjoy me fabricating 4k of angst and domestic bullshit in like half an hour😭🥹

PART TWO

My mind is complicated Find it hard to rearrange it But I'll have to find a way somehow Overreacting lately Find it hard to say I'm sorry Still - Niall Horan

You gently knock at the doorframe to your bedroom to avoid startling your husband and step inside. “You have everything you need, darling?”

Minho's currently packing his suitcase for his trip lasting a week. He looks up, gently blowing his hair from his eyes. “I think so, yes,” he flashes you a warm smile. After checking everything once more, he nods and throws the suitcase closed. "Where's our Channie love?" he asks, pulling the zipper closed and fidgeting with the lock. 

"Working," Chan gives back from next door. 

"Of course you are," he says more to himself, making you giggle. Over the past few days, Chan grew very quiet, burying himself in work and avoiding you for most of the time. It happened sometimes before a busy schedule, and Minho had learned to deal with the fact that Chan needed this to recharge. Minho, Chan and you had been dating for four years before tying the knot five years ago. He knows the two of you inside out by now after almost a decade. Minho strolls into Chan's working area and rests his hands on his shoulders. "Hey, there." 

"Hey," Chan gives back, not looking up from his screen and staying seated at his desk. 

"You're hungry? I can order something," he tells him, gently running his hand through his hair. 

"Stop that," Chan grumbles and tilts his head away from him. 

"Okay, sorry," Minho nods calmly and pulls his hands back. For a moment, the sound of Chan's fingers hitting the keyboard is all that can be heard. "So?" he asks, his patience starting to wear thin. 

"I'll keep working," he shakes his head. 

"Chan," Minho says firmly. "I'm leaving after that, and it would be nice to have lunch with my wife and my husband." 

"Fucks sake, you're annoying," Chan sighs and waves him off. "I'll be there in a moment." 

"Thank you," Minho rolls his eyes and makes his way downstairs. "Someone's in a mood," he grumbles as he leans against the kitchen island beside you. 

“Don’t take it to heart, you know he gets sometimes,” you say soothingly, rubbing his shoulder. “What are we getting?”

“Whatever you want, honey,” he winks at you and lets you scroll through the options. “I don’t get him. It’s still a month until the album drops, and we have pretty much everything sorted out. Sure, I have to come up with two more dances, but that’s my issue, isn’t it?” he asks.

“You know Chan makes everything his responsibility,” you tell him and hand him back his phone. “He’ll calm down again; I’ll see what I can do.”

Minho sighs softly and orders the food, still seeming a little pissed off. Usually, Chan knows how much Minho needs a stable environment before a flight. He's scared of flying enough as it is, but especially when he's caught up in his thoughts. So it confuses you a little that he doesn’t seem to pay much attention to that today.

You call out for him twice as your food arrives until Chan finally joins you downstairs. 

Chan's staring into the distance, pushing his food around on his plate and staying quiet as Minho and you keep on talking. 

"Tastes good?" Minho asks after a while and gently nudges Chan beneath the table. 

"Yeah, I guess," he shrugs and ignores the frown Minho gives him. 

"How's work going, Channie?" you try your luck. 

"Great," he simply says, shoving some food into his mouth, clearly signaling he doesn't want to talk right now. 

"Good," Minho nods and sighs softly. "I'm a little nervous." 

"Why?" he gives back, almost a little routined.

"I hate flying, as you know," he groans frustratedly. 

"You did fine before," Chan shrugs and takes a sip from his drink. "It's just a flight." 

"Yeah, that's the point, isn't it?" Minho asks, starting to get a little irritated. 

"Don't be a baby, you'll manage," he says, and Minho stares at him, unable to come up with a proper answer. 

"Thanks, very helpful," he presses out, gripping his glass tighter as his hand starts to shake. He has no time for a mental breakdown right now. 

“Channie,” you sigh softly, deciding to step in. The last thing you want is Minho to leave like that.

Looking up, Chan sees the confusion and anxiety clouding Minho's eyes. "Sorry, Min, you're not a baby," he says, not very convincingly, but it seems to be better than nothing to Minho. 

Minho glances at his watch and clears his throat. "I'll go and grab my stuff," he announces. 

Chan rolls his eyes once he's gone and braces his head on his hand, staring out of the window. He wonders how the hell he'll be able to finish everything he has to do in so little time.

“Channie, angel?” you ask gently, and he hums in response. “At least try and be nice? He’s gone for a week after.” 

“You two are fucking exhausting,” he groans, and you raise your eyebrows, ready to answer as Minho comes back downstairs. 

You get up to collect the trash and decide to continue this talk later.

"I'll see you in a week then," Minho says gently, and Chan hums, agreeing. "You'll be okay?" 

"Sure," he nods and stares into the distance. 

Minho takes his hand and tries to meet his eyes. "Love?" he asks, and Chan very slowly turns to him. "You know you can call if you get overwhelmed or need help with anything." 

"Mhm," he hums and pulls his hand from his hold. 

"Okay," he chews on his lower lip for a moment. "Well, I'll be leaving then."

"Okay," he nods. 

"Can I at least get a kiss?" Minho asks quietly, and his heart sinks as Chan frowns. 

"No," he simply says. 

"No?" Minho echoes quietly, subconsciously taking a step back. 

"Don't feel like it," he shrugs and glances at his watch. 

"You don't feel like…wow, okay," he nods, trying to swallow down the sudden sickness spreading through him. "Did I do something wrong?" he asks timidly. Maybe this wasn't just Chan pulling back, but he had done something to upset him. 

“No, you didn’t, Min,” you say firmly, staring at him irritated.

Chan turns to look at him properly for the first time today. Minho's heart sinks at the carelessness in them. "Right now, you're keeping me from working. I have stuff to do, mate."

"Mate?" Minho presses out, taking a few steps back. "Alright, I'll see you in a week, bestie. Seriously, fuck you," he snaps and grabs his keys. 

"Minho, come on," Chan groans, rolling his eyes at him. "Stop overreacting." 

Minho fidgets with his wedding ring before slamming it on the table. "Know what that is?" 

"You're being serious right now?" Chan raises his eyebrows at him mockingly. 

"That stupid little thing means we're husbands, idiot. I've been by your side for nine years now; I think you can start using appropriate terms, Chan hyung." Minho says firmly, and for a moment, he considers leaving the ring here. But then he remembers he has a public image to maintain, and showing up without one of his wedding rings would raise questions. Also, deep down, it feels wrong already to only wear yours. 

"You're being ridiculous," Chan says and gets up, pushing past him. 

"No, I'm hurt. There's a difference, Chan," he tells him, grabbing his suitcase. "But fine, I'll leave like that. I'll see you in a week then." 

"Fucking great," Chan nods, walking upstairs and not looking back. 

Minho watches him, stunned, before finally leaving the house and slamming the door closed. 

You stand still for a moment, trying to process what has just happened. "You had one job, Chan! Be nice!" you shout upstairs. 

"Fuck you too!" he shouts back and slams his door closed. 

"You two are fucking ridiculous sometimes," you curse and search for your keys. 

Minho gets into his car and stays there for a few minutes, trying to calm down. Secretly, he hoped Chan would join him and make things right before leaving. But he doesn't. The door to his car opens, and you lean down to look at him, raising your eyebrows in amusement. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he groans and gets out quickly.

You giggle softly as he rushes over to you and pulls you into a tight hug. “Well, goodbye then, darling,” you tease him lovingly.

“I’m sorry, he pissed me off,” he groans, stifling his laughter in your shoulder.

“I know he did,” you laugh and soothingly pat his back. “Give him time to sulk; he’ll start missing you in two days top. He always does.”

“You’ll be okay?” Minho asks, pulling back and looking at you caringly. 

“I’ll be fine. It’s Channie,” you giggle, and Minho snorts. “Deep down, he just needs a cuddle and acts tough so we won’t notice how stressed he is.”

“You handle this way better than I do, even though I’ve known him longer,” he laughs, rolling his eyes at himself.

“I just have a little more patience for his bullshit,” you giggle and check your phone. “You should leave before you miss your flight.”

“Ugh, fine,” he groans. 

“You’ll do great, my darling,” you assure him. “Call me when you land?”

“You know I will,” he promises, lovingly kissing you goodbye. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Minnie darling,” you smile.

-

Minho has been gone for four days when he gets a call. To his surprise, it's Chan's number popping up on his screen only minutes before a fashion event. Minho searches for a quiet corner and takes the call. "Hey, I don't have much time. What's up?" he asks calmly and frowns at the silence that follows. "Chan?" 

"Something's wrong," he says quietly. 

"What do you mean?" he asks confused. 

"I don't…I don't feel good," he says monotonously. "Something's off." 

Minho swallows softly. "Where are you?" 

"Home," Chan tells him.  

“Where’s Y/N?” he asks.

“Left,” he answers quietly.

“What do you mean she left?” he frowns, nervously scanning the crowd around himself.

“Told her to leave me alone. She took that to heart,” he explains. “She’s with her best friend.”

Minho exhales relieved, knowing you are safe with your friend. "Channie, what's wrong?" he asks patiently. "You can't just push us away. We love you, and saying yes five years ago means you're stuck with us," he chuckles, waving off his assistant tapping her watch.  

"I know," Chan says and chews on his lower lip, unable to put it into words. "Remember when I had that episode of feeling worthless and overwhelmed back when we were trainees?" 

"Mhm, of course I do," he nods, swallowing hard as he thinks of Chan's emotional state back then. Nothing had worried him that much in a long time. "Is that what's going on?" 

"No…I feel..kinda numb," Chan admits and curses himself. "I feel so much and nothing at all. I feel like crying, but I can't, I can't focus on anything, I feel like everything I do is pointless and…Minnie, can you come back home?" he asks, his voice whispering. "It's starting to scare me whenever I have a clear moment." Minho rubs his face tiredly, and Chan takes his silence the wrong way. "I know you have shit to do…I just thought..I need you, please?" 

"Give me an hour to sort this out," Minho says, and Chan exhales in relief. "I want you to grab a blanket, make yourself some tea, and put on your favorite series. Get comfortable on the sofa downstairs. You think you can do that for me?" 

"Okay," Chan nods. 

"I'll let you know when I'm on the plane," he says, sighing softly. "Channie love?" 

"Yeah?" he asks quietly. 

"Don't do anything stupid," he says, his grip around his phone tightening. 

"I owe you a kiss," he answers, and Minho smiles sadly. 

"Damn right you do," he nods and is about to end the call. 

"Minho, baby?" Chan asks, almost a little timid. 

"Yes, dear?" he asks patiently. 

"Have a safe flight. You can do this, and I'll be there once you're back," he says, and Minho blinks back tears, gripping his phone tightly. 

"Thank you," he whispers. So he hasn't forgotten. 

-

You frown softly as Minho’s name pops up on your screen. Shouldn’t he be at some fancy fashion event right now? “Min?” you take the call confused. 

“Hey, honey,” he says sweetly. “You have a minute?”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod agreeing, and smile at your friend thankfully, who hands you a cup of tea. 

“Chan called,” he says and sighs at the silence following. “What happened?”

“Well, what did he tell you?” you ask stubbornly.

“Stop playing games, baby girl,” he warns you. “I should’ve been on some red carpet five minutes ago. So, what happened?”

You roll your eyes and subconsciously play with the two small rings decorating your ring finger: one for Chan and one for Minho. “I made the mistake of thinking I’d get a hug and kiss goodnight from my husband,” you tell him quietly, and he can tell you’re hurt. “He told me to leave him alone, so I did.”

“Fucking hell, Chan,” he breaths out and throws his head back in frustration. “I promised him to come home early, but I need some time to figure this out.”

“Oh, please, Min, it’s only three days,” you protest. That’s not what you had intended at all. “We can manage that, and we’ll talk once you’re back.”

“Well, he can’t,” he shakes his head.

“What?” you ask, confused.

“He called me to ask if I can come back because he’s not doing alright. He said something about feeling numb and like failing,” Minho explains, following his assistant, who had given up by now, to his car.

“Shit, Min, I didn’t know. I thought he was stressed and taking it out on us,” you say apologizingly. 

“Relax, I didn’t know either,” he sighs, getting into his car. “Listen, I’ll be back home in a few hours. You think you can go back home in the meantime?” he asks gently. “I know you’re hurt and-.”

“No, it’s alright. Of course, I’ll go back home,” you say, already getting up and gathering your things. “You have a key to get in?”

“I think so, yes,” he nods.

“Alright, I’ll see you later then. I’ll go check on Channie,” you promise, and Minho exhales, relieved. You quickly explain everything to your friend before driving home a little faster than you should. Closing the door, you kick off your shoes and rush into the living room. 

Chan looks up at you, confused, eyes widening at the sight of you. “Y/N?” he asks stunned.

“I’m so sorry, Channie angel,” you apologize and sit down next to him on the sofa. “I didn’t realize you were struggling that much. I thought you were stressed or something.”

“Min told you?” he asks, chuckling as you nod. “Typical, can’t keep a secret.”

“He’s worried,” you scold him gently and take Chan’s hand. “I’m worried.”

“That’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” he admits. “I don’t like worrying you. I just gave up hiding from Min because he witnesses most of it during work anyway.”

“Fair point,” you hum softly and hesitantly rest your head on his shoulder. This time, he lets you. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“I’m sorry for pushing you away,” he says, squeezing your hand gently. “I’m not myself at the moment. Min has helped me out before when we were still trainees, I trust him with this.”

“Okay then,” you nod, smiling as he wraps his arm around you. “I’m here if you need me.”

“Thank you,” he says gently.

-

When Minho gets home a few hours later, he feels drained, pushing his suitcase into a corner and kicking off his shoes. He's still wearing the makeup and outfit for tonight's event, having wasted no time with changing. He tiredly runs his hand through his hair and stares at it for a moment, still shaking as the adrenaline and fear of the flight slowly wear off. His eyes fall upon the wedding rings on his finger. His heart steadies, remembering why he's there as he looks at Chan’s. 

A pair of hands slip into his, taking his smaller ones and gently squeezing them. Minho looks up and meets the eyes he fell in love with all those years ago. Chan moves their hands up to his face, planting a tiny kiss on each of his knuckles. "Breathe," he tells him quietly, and Minho exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding in. 

Minho can't stop himself and pulls him into a tight hug. He buries his face in his shoulder, stomach sinking as Chan stiffens for a moment in his hold. He pulls back, unable to meet his eyes. "Sorry, I should know better, you're not feeling up for this right -." 

Chan cuts him off by pulling him in and shaking his head. "Sorry, I'm a little slow at the moment." 

"That's okay," Minho assures him and gently rubs his back. 

"I can't do anything right at the moment," Chan says quietly, gripping the back of Minho's suit jacket tightly. 

Minho soothingly runs his hand through his hair. "Sometimes it's enough if the only thing you did today was breathe." 

"If you think so," Chan mumbles into the fabric as he buries his nose in his shoulder. 

"I know so," he tells him, resting his head against Chan's. 

“You told Y/N,” he speaks up after a moment. 

“Of course I did. She’s our wife, Channie love,” he giggles softly. “She should know, it’d worry her more not knowing what’s going on.”

He hums gently and tightens his hold on him. "I don't know what to do," Chan admits quietly. "I never felt so empty and isolated." 

"I know that's probably hard to believe right now, but I promise you'll always find me in these three places: In front of you to cheer you on, behind you to have your back, and beside you, so you're never alone," he starts out gently. "I'll find a way to make you feel full again…fuck, that came out wrong," Minho groans, and for the first time in almost two weeks, Chan laughs. 

"Idiot," he giggles and pulls back, meeting his eyes. He reaches out for him, hesitantly brushing back a strand of hair, fingertips tracing the features of his face. Once he reaches his lips, Minho plants a gentle kiss against his fingertips. Chan looks up, and he can't quite pinpoint the look in his husband's eyes. "I messed up that event for you, didn't I?" 

"It doesn't matter," he assures him. "You're more important." 

"You're mad?" he asks, squinting his eyes at him a little. 

"Do I look mad?" he asks gently. 

Chan frowns a little. "No…you look pretty." 

A soft smile covers his lips and travels to his eyes. "That's very sweet." 

"It's weird because I can tell what you're feeling, but…I have no clue how to grasp what I'm feeling," Chan admits, tears brimming his eyes. "I'm messed up, aren't I?" 

"You're struggling," he reminds him kindly. "We can work this out. We did that before." 

"Promise?" Chan asks, searching his eyes observantly. 

"I promise," he says, holding Chan's hand wearing the wedding rings. "I told you I'd be there, no matter what," he tells him, and Chan nods firmly, holding on to the truth of those words. "I need to get rid of the makeup and…whatever the hell that is," he says, looking down at himself. They've put him in some suit and casual clothes arrangement with way too many straps in a different fabric to his taste. 

"I'll help," Chan says, and Minho nods thankfully. 

“Channie?” you ask quietly. Minho turns in Chan’s hold and smiles softly, seeing you. You’re wearing one of his sweaters, and your hair messily falls around your face. You tiredly rub your face and squint at them before the realization hits you. “Oh, Minnie, you’re back,” you beam.

“Hey, honey,” he says softly, grabbing your hand and pulling you into their hug. He plants a tiny kiss on top of your head and giggles as you pout at Chan. 

“Got cold without you,” you tell him. 

“Sorry, baby,” he chuckles and rubs your back. "I had to check on Minho." 

"You're doing okay?" you ask him gently. 

"I'm glad to be on solid ground again," he snorts and lovingly brushes back your hair. "Let's go upstairs. Channie's helping me, and then we can all go to bed." 

"Sounds great," you nod and tiredly rub your eyes. "Channie?" you ask sweetly, making grabby hands at him. Chan snorts and rolls his eyes before lifting you up to carry you upstairs. You smirk at Minho as he follows the two of you. "Doesn't he look handsome?"

"Already told him so," Chan comments.

"You look like a prince, darling. So cute with that glitter around your eyes," you compliment him, and Minho blushes. 

"You're too kind, as always, my beautiful wife," he smiles shyly, and your heart swoons at his last words. 

"Careful," Chan says as he lowers you on the bed. He makes sure you're comfortable and tugs you in already, leaning down and planting a light, almost hesitant kiss on your forehead. "Thank you for coming home," he tells you quietly enough for only you to hear as Minho throws his bag in a corner of the room. "I feel more safe when you're here." 

"Always," you promise. Chan makes his way over to Minho, helping him with his outfit's many buttons and straps. He also removes his shirt and grabs a new one from the closet. "If I weren't so tired, I'd enjoy the show a little more enthusiastically."

Minho's ears burn up red, and he quickly slips into the shirt. "If you weren't so tired, I'd make sure you put that pretty mouth to use for something other than talking shit." 

Your jaw drops, and Minho smirks succeeding. "Fucks sake, you guys, I thought we'd be getting some sleep," Chan protests, making you both laugh. "Okay, sit down," he tells Minho and gets comfortable on the edge of the desk. He plants his feet on Minho's chair, left and right of his thighs. Chan places one hand beneath Minho's chin as he starts wiping away all the makeup, cursing softly to himself about all the glitter around his eyes. "As if you'd need any of this shit," he groans, and Minho giggles softly. 

"You know how it is," he shrugs and closes his eyes for him as Chan gently removes the last remains of his eyeshadow. His eyes flutter back open as Chan takes off the small diamond earring for him. "Thank you, love," he says softly, reaching for him. 

Chan slides off the desk and right into his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. You smile gently, watching them, knowing their goodbye hasn't been that great. He sighs softly and brushes his nose against Minho's. "It's good you're back." 

"Yeah?" Minho asks with a shy smile. 

"Mhm," he hums, sinking deeper into his eyes. "Feels safe." 

"I love you," Minho says, rubbing his lower back soothingly. 

"I know," he nods and presses their foreheads together. "And I know I feel the same way about you…even now." 

"That's good," he says, squeezing his hips. "Don't force it, we have time." 

"Being with you feels..good," Chan tells him and subconsciously presses himself closer. It reminds you a little of what he said to you before you fell asleep on the sofa. At least he seems to be able to feel comfort as well. 

Minho very gently reaches up, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks. "How does that feel?" 

"Warm," Chan says, covering his hands with his own. 

"You like that?" he asks, trying to figure out how to start tackling the issue at hand slowly. 

"Yeah," he nods, a small smile covering his face. 

Minho thinks for a moment before he knows what to try next. After all, his husband was a sucker for compliments he couldn't take for shit. If that wouldn't make him feel something, he doesn't know what would. "You're so beautiful, you know, Channie love. Such a handsome husband with those sweet eyes and bright smile," he says, noticing a slight blush creeping up his face. "Don't get me started on those soft curls. Or the way my hands fit perfectly into yours." Chan shifts on his lap, eyes widening a little as he takes it all in. "Have I ever told you how much I love you being so cuddly?" 

"Minho," he protests gently. 

"Yes, beautiful?" he asks curiously. 

"He's right, Channie angel…but he forgot about your cute laugh and caring sweetness," you chime in. “Or the way your strong arms wrap around me, the way you let me rest on your chest when I’m tired, and how cute you get when you soothe me to sleep.”

"Stop," Chan groans softly. "Now I feel all warm and fuzzy inside," he says, hiding his face in his shoulder as Minho chuckles. "Don't laugh."

Minho smiles and plants a tender kiss on top of his hair. "See? You're still able to feel good things as well." 

"I'm not fucked, in that case?" he asks so innocently it makes you and Minho crack up. 

"It's a good start, don't you think?" he asks, giggling. 

"I guess so," he chuckles and sighs softly as Minho runs his hand through his hair. "Keep doing that?" 

"Let's get to bed, I won't let go of you tonight," he promises. 

"What about me, Minnie?" you pout softly. 

"I'm in the middle in this case," he snorts, and Chan and you seem happy with that. He smiles as the both of you cuddle up to his sides, heads resting on his chest. Minho soothingly plays with Chan's hair, smiling as you take Chan's hand and intertwine them on his stomach. 

PART TWO

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for the third time that week, your body decides to wake you up in the middle of the night.

you produce a silent groan, looking over enviously at minho's sleeping form. his hair has fallen into his eyes, but you don't dare brush the length away in fear of disrupting his slumber.

returning to lay on your back, you direct your attention to the ceiling. however, after several failed attempts to coax yourself back to sleep, you slip out of the covers and pad towards the living room, where the lights are still on.

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if there's anyone you can rely on to be awake at this hour, it's your workaholic boyfriend. chan is seated on the couch, headphones over his ears and fingers dancing across the laptop as he works on a new song.

when you drop onto the cushions next to him, he startles slightly, oblivious to your initial entrance. chan slides the headphones off as you lean on his shoulder.

"babygirl, are you okay? why aren't you in bed?"

you give him a look as if to say, shouldn't i ask you the same thing? and answer his question with a shrug. "couldn't sleep."

chan frowns. "again?"

you only hum as you make yourself comfortable, attaching to one side of him to allow him some mobility to work. he moves to take his headphones off completely before you stop him.

"it's okay, channie. i don't want to disturb you. i’ll just lay here if that’s alright?"

he smiles. "more than alright, darling. i’ll finish up on this then i'm all yours. sound good?"

you nod, yawning as you recline your head back on his shoulder. it's soothing as you watch chan rearrange the chords, his head bouncing along to the beat every so often, a satisfied grin when it all comes together. as if to reassure you he hasn't forgotten his promise, chris leans over to give you intermittent kisses on the forehead, and you're not one to complain as the recipient of his affection.

true to his word, chan saves his work shortly after, slipping off the headphones and shutting the screen to his laptop. he places them on the coffee table and turns his full attention to you, opening his arms wide.

"c'mere, babygirl."

you let chan envelop you in his hold. the natural warmth of his body makes you a little sleepy, as does the soft tune he hums close to your ear.

"you're singing me to sleep?" you ask around a yawn.

he smiles. "i think it's working."

"hm, maybe.” you sigh out and wrap your arms tighter around him. he begins to sway you gently in his hold, and after a while, your body steadily succumbs to near-sleep.

chris scoops you up when he notices, making his way towards the bedroom with you in his arms. "better get you back before min realises you're gone," he murmurs.

you make a sleepy noise in response and chan lowers you onto the soft mattress, making sure you're tucked under the covers. instinctively, you roll over to circle your arms around minho, still sound asleep with his back to you.

before you drift off into slumber completely, you feel chan slide into bed behind you and pull you closer into his chest.

the last thing you're aware of is a whispered "sweet dreams" before sleep finally finds you, surrounded by the warmth of your loves.

~

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#skz #stray kids #ao3 #archive of our own #lee know #lee minho #bang chan #minchan #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #skz chan #skz bang chan #skz lee know #lee know skz #lee know stray kids #stray kids lee know #skz lee minho #minho #skz minho #stray kids minho #fluff #angst #happy endings #skz fanfic recommendations #fanfic recommendations #brojobs #oblivious skz #minchan skz parents #chatfic #twitter

[asterifish]

I owe you... / MINCHAN fanfic

Synopsis: Minho is a travelling mage, and Chan is a shapeshifter. One day as Minho is heading home, he runs into an injured wolf. The wolf seemed very desperate, so Minho reluctantly led the wolf(Chan) to his house so he could heal him.

Type: One-shot(?) (Words: 693)

Genre: slight angst, strangers to lovers, mage x shapeshifter

It was a pretty gloomy day when Minho finally left his shop and started to head home. Walking down the long path to his house, Minho had to carry his bags of spell bottles, checking every so often to make sure none of the bottles hadn’t broken. Halfway down the road, Minho could hear faint whimpering.

Looking around, Minho shook his head when he saw nothing. Continuing down the road, Minho could still hear the whimpers of pain, and they got louder as he heard the stop sign. As the whimpers had gotten louder, Minho grew more worried. Placing down his bags at the side of the road, he started to look around for the source of the noise. “Hello..? Whoever’s there, it's okay! I want to check on you.” checking the bushes, Minho tried to find the animal, or whatever it was that had been injured.

Walking around one of the trees, Minho found himself face to face with a wolf. Yelping in surprise, the wolf wobbled to its feet in an attempt to run away. Minho found himself smiling as he crouched down. Looking around, Minho picked up three small rocks. Putting them on the ground, he uttered some words before they turned into little pieces of meat. The wolf seemed interested, and hobbled closer, sniffing the ground. As the wolf moved closer, Minho picked up a piece of meat in his hand and held it out, not moving. Growing more curious, the wolf gently licked the piece of meat out of Minho’s hand.

Watching the wolf carefully, Minho put another piece of the meat in his hand, smiling when the wolf ate that one too. Leaning into Minho, the wolf seemed to be smiling. “You’re an odd one, aren’t you?” Minho patted the wolf’s head and then stood up, heading back to the road. Grabbing his bags, he jumped when he felt something cold against his hand. Looking down, Minho’s eyes met the wolf’s.

Time skip to Minho’s house

After Minho had treated the wolf’s wounds in his bathroom, he’d left to go get it something to eat. In that time, Minho’s cats had snuck into the room and started sniffing and pouncing on the wolf. Grunting as the cats pawed and meowed at him, the wolf put his head down, waiting eagerly for Minho’s return. A few minutes later when Minho came back, the wolf was curled up with the cats, eyes halfway closed.

When Minho stepped into the room, the wolf lifted its head, seeming to smile again. “Feeling better? I see you’ve met my cats!” Minho knelt down and patted the wolf’s head. The two sat in silence for a bit, Minho studying the wolf while it slept. After a few hours, Minho found himself dozing off. Shaking himself awake, he silently stood up and headed to his bedroom.

Timeskip to the morning

Stretching awake, Minho yawned as the sun peeked through his blinds. Looking around his room, he tried not to yell when he noticed a human lying next to him. Lifting himself out of bed, he studied the male. Looking closely, he noticed that something about him reminded him of… the wolf? Standing up, Minho headed to the bathroom.

On the way, he found his cats meowing loudly, wanting their food. Patting them all, he opened the bathroom door. As he fed the cats, Minho noticed that the wolf was gone. Heading back to his room, Minho knelt next to the sleeping male once more. When he didn’t wake up when Minho poked him, he took a picture before sitting down to draw him.

Minho had gotten halfway through the drawing before he heard a yawn. Looking up, he smiled when he noticed the male had opened his eyes. “I didn’t know you were a werewolf, I would have gotten you some human food.” Minho said, leaning forward and patting the male’s head. “You’re.. not scared of me?” The male seemed genuinely surprised, which hurt Minho. “Of course not. Why would I be?” Sitting up, the male looked directly into Minho’s eyes. He seemed to be.. studying Minho, deciding what to say next.

“I’m Chan.”

Hello! Author here! I'm thinking of making this specific one into it's own series, sorry for the cliff hanger 🤭

Again, thank you to @solastalgiart for letting me use your works to write fics! Make sure to check them out, and see you soon!

Original works by Asterifish, reposts and translations are not allowed without permission. Help me by reblogging and liking my posts!

#minchan #bang chan #leeknow x bangchan #Asteri's🪐fics #angst with a happy ending #strangers to lovers #Spotify

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

OKAY SO GOT ANOTHER POLL COMING FOR YOU ALL!!!! GOTTA KNOW WHAT EVERYONE WANTS BECAUSE FRIDAY IS A SPECIAL DAY (it's the end of a work week for most people, unless you are unfortunately in the same work predicament as I am and work the entire weekend), BUT WHICH FIC DO YOU WANT TO START YOUR WEEKEND WITH?!?!?!?! (Runner up get's Saturday posted)

#nana poll #ITS POLL TIME #I feel like minchan angst is gonna win #but we shall see #CAST YOUR VOTES!

[thotforcsy]

fansites, friendships and further inconveniences

(♡) fandom: skz (♡) pairing: minho/chan (♡) rating: teen+ (♡) WIP (♡) ao3 back-up of a socmed au; au originally posted here

The one where Minho thirst-tweets about Chan on Twitter, assuming that he's a famous idol, only to find out that he's actually a student from his uni.

- Or: the Mangomite AU (the AO3 edition).

link

cw: anxiety, panic attacks, emotional abuse, unhealthy relationships

#minchan #c: lee minho #c: bang chan #stray kids #skz #skz fic #s: minchan #pseud: thotforcsy #ao3 link #socmed au #fluff #humour #angst #coming of age #friendship is the best ship #healing #slow burn

[lavenderbang]

Verivery as Fanfiction Tropes

I just randomly had the idea to do this, since I love Verivery and I feel like a lot of the members have very specific tropes that they fit into well. However, I’ll be honest and say I had a hard time with a few of them, as they could fit multiple different tropes. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and if you disagree, just remember its all for fun and only my opinion :)

Dongheon - Brothers Best Friend

“You know,” You said out the window at the man who had been throwing pebbles at your window for almost 10 minutes. 

It was late in the evening, everyone else in your house getting to sleep peacefully while you had to deal with the boy you’d had a crush on ever since your brother brought him to your house for the first time. You’ll never forget that day, as the memory of him smiling awkwardly at you and lingering around the kitchen when the boys would emerge from your brother’s room for a snack.

He only grew more bold since the; talking to you regularly to getting your social media to now coming to your house to meet with you in secret instead of seeing your brother.

“If my brother ever finds out about you coming to see me, he’ll be pissed.” you laughed playfully, leaning out on the window frame to get a better look at the man on the lawn. 

Dongheon smiled up at your window, glad to finally get your attention after what seemed to him to be an eternity. 

He couldn’t leave you alone. His best friend had warned him before, you were off limits. But from the first time he met you, he felt like he would have rather ditched your brother and spent time with you instead. But he settled for meeting you in the shroud of night and being secretive. It was the best of both worlds; keeping his friend and getting to see you too.

“That’s fine sweetheart,” He hummed, brushing his hair out of his face with a chuckle, “Nothing could keep me away from you, not even your brother.”

You felt your face heat up as you tried to contain the hearty laugh that was bubbling in your chest at Dongheon’s antics. He grinned in victory as he waved his hand for you to come down to meet him.

“If you’re that afraid of him finding out his best friend is sneaking around with his sister, why don’t I take you somewhere else? Somewhere where it’s less likely to wake your family up.” Dongheon suggested, jabbing his thumb behind him in the direction of his car. You rolled your eyes at him, leaning back inside the window.

“You will be the death of me, Lee Dongheon...” You sighed, shaking your head, stupid grin covering your face before you gave him one last look, “Let me grab a coat and I’ll be right down. Be quiet while you wait.”

Hoyoung - Soulmates

It seemed everyone else in the world had met their soulmate except Hoyoung. At this point, he was sure the world would stay this dull grey scale forever. Maybe he didn’t have a soulmate? Maybe love just wasn’t in the cards for him in this lifetime.

“Dude, I’m telling you, this cafe is really cool!” Minchan stressed once again, walking down the pavement with Hoyoung trudging behind, “It’s really worth the far walk, I swear.”

“I’m sure it is,” Hoyoung hummed flatly, shoulders slouching slightly and arms falling at his sides.

They made it to the front of the cafe, a bright sign lit up to display the name. Hoyoung only assumed they would be coloured but alas, he couldn’t tell. 

“Oh, sorry, let me hold that for you.” Minchan said politely, holding the door open for a person who was just trying to leave at the same time the two boys had arrived.

“Thank you!” You said with a bow, exiting the cafe and starting the trek home. As you passed the two boys, your hand accidentally brushed up against Hoyoung’s, creating a static shock in your fingers. You continued down the street, unaware of what was happening to the man you just touched by accident.

Hoyoung felt a sudden warm feeling bloom from the finger you touched that shot up his arm and sat deep in his chest. Looking back up at the sign, he could see the faintest hint of green start to paint the bright neon lights. He couldn’t believe his eyes; The colour spread to other things, like the redness of the brick wall of the cafe bleeding into his vision and the softness of the blue sky coming into focus. It was like he had actually seen the world for the very first time.

“You coming dude?” Minchan asked, snapping Hoyoung out of his daze. He whipped his head around to see you walking, head down looking at the grey cement under your feet, completely unaware.

“Hang on one minute...” He called to his friend, not taking his eyes off you before whispering, ”I think that’s my soulmate....”

“I’ll be right back!” He said frantically over his shoulder to his friend quickly before running to catch up with you and hopefully find out your name.

Minchan - Fake Dating

“Ughhh tell me again how I got roped into your antics again?” You groaned, crossing your arms over your chest. Minchan fixed his hair in the mirror one last time before turning to you and grinning.

“Because you love me.” He said in a teasing tone. You rolled your eyes, looking down at his outfit. The suit he had to wear for his cousin’s wedding fit him well, except the tie around his neck was loose and crooked.

“No, because you offered me something in return,” You huffed, walking over to him to help fix the tie around his neck, “Don’t forget, you owe me for this.” Minchan hummed, standing still as you undid the tie, smoothing it out a bit before beginning to tie it over again, much more neatly than how Minchan did it originally.

Suddenly, he snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You let out a surprised squeak, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked up at his face that was inches from yours. You hated to admit it, but being this close made your heart flutter intensely.

Before you could say anything, Minchan whispered under his breath just so you could hear, “My mom is watching us right now.”

Sure enough, you could see his not-so sneaky mother peek her head out from around the corner out of your peripheral. The reality of the situation crashed down at you and the flutter in your heart was replaced with a sudden sinking feeling in your stomach. You hated that you were somehow disappointed.

You glanced back at Minchan, who was still inches from your face and holding you tightly. You chuckled softly and shook your head.

“Let me finish your tie, dumbass.” you scoffed, focusing back on the tie in your hands as you tightened it around his neck, shifting it into place, “There you go. Much better.” Instead of letting you go, Minchan just pulled you even closer, a silly smirk on his face.

“let me kiss you right now, it’ll sell the act.” He suggested quietly, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You let out a nervous giggle, but nodded nonetheless. 

He placed a quick peck on your lips before releasing you, and you somehow wished it wasn’t just a quick kiss to convince his family he had a date, but something he actually wanted to do. In that moment, you realized that desire existed and it made you feel suddenly very anxious for the rest of the wedding.

Oh gosh, you were in trouble.

Gyehyeon - Enemies To Lovers

The bottle spun to a stop on the carpet, pointing directly at the guy you were praying it didn’t land on. You look up at his stupid face to see it twist into one of annoyance before looking at you.

“Can I spin again?” You asked Yeonho, who was already trying to get you to stand by pulling you by the arm. You glanced back at Gyehyeon, who stands on his own but does so with his arms crossed and still annoyed expression on his features. You looked back at Yeonho, who was trying to stifle a grin, “I’ll go in there with anyone but him.”

“Too bad, it’s the rules.” He said in a sing-song voice while dragging you towards the closet and pushing you inside. Gyehyeon just scoffs and walks in, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

The door clicks behind you both and you’re shrouded in darkness, not being able to see each other even though you are basically right against each other in the small space. You stood like that in silence for a moment before he groaned.

“Gosh, your breath smells.” He complained, causing you to frown, “Can’t you turn your head to the side? I can feel it on my neck.”

“Okay, you don’t have to be mean,” You spat back, turning your face into some of the coats hanging up in the closet, feeling anger bubble up in your chest from being insulted, “You act like your breath doesn’t smell like beer...”

“Hey, you’re just saying that because your mad. You’re always such a baby...” He grumbled. You laughed spitefully, turning back to face him as you let your annoyance out. You still couldn’t see him, but you could feel his body heat as you stood a few inches away.

“Don’t you ever just shut up? I feel like I always have to listen to your annoying voice.” You said, hands clenching into fists at your sides before sighing from irritation.

Gyehyeon suddenly rushed forward, slamming his hand against the wall near your face, caging you in between him and the wall. You gasped slightly, pressing your back against the wall as he leaned in close. You could feel his breath on your face.

“Want me to shut up?” He muttered in an acidic tone, his lips practically brushing against yours as he spoke, “Why don’t you make me?”

Yeonho - Best Friends To Lovers

“Yeonho, I can’t do this! I wanna get off right now.” You cried out, jiggling the lap bar of the roller coaster you are both on.

It was Yeonho’s birthday and you took him to an amusement park to celebrate. He’d be your best friend for years now, meeting in school and bonding over a shared interest. That quickly grew into doing almost everything together after realizing you were like the same person and enjoying each other’s company a lot.

All day, you’d been having fun; going on rides, playing games and eating plenty of classic amusement park food. However, you’d been avoiding going on the big roller coaster because it made you scared... But Yeonho wanted to go so badly, so you agreed reluctantly.

Now that you were climbing the incline on the roller coaster, hearing the clicking of the track and seeing the ground get farther and farther away, you really wished you hadn’t agreed.

“You can’t get off now, it’s too late, silly.” He chuckled while turning to face you with a grin. You looked at him with terror in your expression and and he seemed to realize how scared you actually were.

“I want off.” You repeated, holding tightly onto the shoulder secure, and scrunching your eyes closed. The ride was getting to the peak and (if you had your eyes open) you’d be able to see the whole park from here.

“(Y/N), look at me,” Yeonho called to you calmly. You opened your eyes and looked at him; he looked beautiful with the setting sun casting an orange glow over his face as he held his hand out for you to hold.

“Hold my hand if it gets scary,” He offered, smiling sweetly at you. You quickly took his hand and interlaced your fingers with his, squeezing his hand tightly, “you’ll be okay, I promise. I’m here.”

You made it to the very peak, stopping for a moment to allow the suspense to build. You took a few short breaths, trying to stop yourself from crying. It was safe to say you were freaking out.

“Hey (Y/N)... I like you. Wanna go out on a date?” Yeonho suddenly asked. You looked at him, confused to see him with a gentle smile and no hint of humor in his expression.

“Seriously?” You asked and he nodded subtly. You felt like your brain was going numb when suddenly the coaster clicked, sending you down the the drop. You were so focused on Yeonho’s confession you barely had time to scream, clutching his hand tightly. Little did you know, that was his plan all along.

“I like you too, I like you too, I like you too!” You chanted, eyes screwed shut while terror filled screams bubbled up from your chest, “Let’s go out... gosh I’m gonna die!”

Yongseung - Arranged Marriage/Royalty Au

The ballroom sparkled as the many party guests danced around and mingled. For what was supposed to be the joyous event of announcing your engagement, you couldn’t care less.

As a young royal, you always knew you’d be married off for the means of diplomacy and not for love. But you also would have at least preferred to meet the man you were supposed to marry before you get engaged.

The Prince you were supposed to marry apparently was from the far north, so the travel time too longer than expected for him to arrive. It could take hours or even the next morning for your future husband-to-be to get here... So you currently stood awkwardly and bored against the wall as you watched the other guests pinning around to the music.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” A voice said from beside you. You turn to see an attractive young prince standing next to you. He looked out at the people dancing before turning to you and giving you a half smile and jokingly continuing, “Congratulations on your engagement.”

“Thanks.” You chuckled, shaking your head before looking back into the crowd, “Be sure to tell my future husband that too, if he even arrives tonight...”

“How would you like to dance while you wait for him?” The handsome stranger asked, holding out his hand for you to take, He gave you a sympathetic look, “This ball is pretty boring if you just stand here.”

“I’d love too,” You began with a grin, before letting it fade and sighing, “But I have to save my first dance of the engagement ball for my fiance. It’s tradition.” The stranger hummed, seemingly thinking before smiling to himself and bowing politely.

“I understand, Your highness.” The prince said simply, “But forgive me, I haven’t properly introduced myself.”

He grabbed your hand before placing a soft kiss on the back of it. You raised your eyebrows at the stranger, before his eyes met yours.

“My name is Yongseung, the prince of the Northern Kingdom. I think that makes me the man you’re getting married to in a few months..?” He said politely, making you freeze in place, “I also think that means it’s alright if we go dance now, correct?”

“My apologies, Your highness!” You gasped, bowing furiously as he let out a little chuckle, “Please, let us dance!”

Yongseung pulled you out to the center of the ballroom where he held you firmly by the waist and hand. The music began to pick up and you were soon spinning around the room like the rest of the guests.

“How was the trip?” You asked, face still hot from embarrassment, as you began to mumble, “I can’t believe I didn’t realize who you were...”

“Long trip, but not too bad,” He sighed simply, smirking at you with a teasing tone, “And to be fair, the only reason I could recognize you was because I asked one of the guards where you were. This is our first meeting, after all.”

There was a silence that washed over the two of you, as you danced along to the music. Your hand felt clammy in his, and you refused to look at your fiance in the eyes, as it was still a bit too awkward for you.

“Congratulations on the engagement.” You whispered, causing Yongseung to let out a hearty laugh. You smiled at your successful attempt to lighten the mood, and for the first time since this arrangement was suggested, you thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Kangmin - Boy Next Door/Unrequited Love

You clicked the doorbell of your neighbors house, fingers nervously tapping on the side of the Tupperware container in your hands. Much to your delight, it was Kangmin who opened the door, smile soft and bright like the summer sun.

You’d lived next door to his family ever since you were young. You’d been to their house for play-dates countess times, your family invited them to your house monthly for dinner; Kangmin’s mother even called you her second child.

“My mom made these this morning and thought you’d enjoy them!” You gestured to the container in your hands. They were filled with blueberry lemon muffins, which happened to be Kangmin’s favourite.

“Oh wow!” He exclaimed, taking the container and lifting it to his face to look through the clear plastic. He opened the door a bit wider, “Do you wanna come in and have one with me?”

“Sure.” You answered simply, feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You’d grown feelings for Kangmin years ago; it was impossible not to! He was sweet and cute and you already spent so much time together with you living next door. 

You followed Kangmin into the kitchen where he placed the container on the table and went to fetch you and him an glass of iced tea. You sat at the table, opening the container and fishing out two muffins for the both of you.

“What’s new?” You asked as he sat down across from you. Kangmin peeled the wrapper off the muffin and set it down on the table gingerly.

“Not much, how about you?” He asked, taking a bite of the muffin and humming in delight, “These are great!”

“I’ll be sure to tell my mom you said so!” You giggled at his cute expression, taking a sip of the iced tea he brought, “And nothing’s really new here either... same old, same old.” Kangmin suddenly shot up in his chair, eyes wide in realization.

“Oh, there actually is something new!” He exclaimed, before chuckling to himself, “How could I almost forget?” You smiled at him, urging him to continue when his phone dinged with a notification. He looked at it and grinned bashfully.

“Perfect timing,” He said before looking back at you. Kangmin’s cheeks were a faint rosy colour and he looked a bit shy, which threw you off. What was it?

“I’m going on a date!” He cheered excitingly. He showed you the notification before going on a tangent about the girl he’d met recently and how they instantly clicked.

And in that moment you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. 

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#verivery #vrvr #fluff #angst #brothers best friend #soulmates #fake dating #enemies to lovers #best friend to lovers #royalty au #arranged marriage #boy next door #unrequited love #dongheon #lee dongheon #hoyoung #bae hoyoung #minchan #hong minchan #gyehyeon #jo gyehyeon #yeonho #ju yeonho #yongseung #kim yongseung #kangmin #yoo kangmin #vrvrnet #veriverynet

[writingmilmat]

Minchan Harry Potter AU 🐺

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38651661

#minchan #stray kids minho #stray kids angst #bang chan #harry potter au #skz #skz angst

[writingforstraykids]

I owe you a kiss - Pt.6

Pairing: Minchan x femReader

Word Count: 5362

Summary: Once you're back home, your husbands try their best to support you, but the circumstances are taking their toll on you. It all goes well until you find out who was the one driving that night...

Warnings/Tags: mention of amnesia, angst, tiny mention of blood, fluff, cuddles, anxious!soft!min, caring!soft!channie, domestic stuff, husband!min, husband!chan

A/N: I know, I know it looks like shit in the beginning but trust the word count, it'll get all good, soft and domestic🖤

PART FIVE | PART SEVEN

Minho slips out of his shoes and stands still for a moment. Chan closes the door and hesitantly slips his hand into Minho's. “Kitten?” he asks quietly but gets no response. “Min, look at me, please.”

Minho does, looking at him with wet eyes, still not saying a word. Chan gently rubs his shoulders before cupping his face and flashing him a small smile. “I know I should be happy,” he finally says. “I know I should be relieved that she's awake and talking. I know I should be happy that we finally got her back. I know I shouldn't still be feeling like shit,” he rambles, and Chan soothingly fondles his cheeks. “But you know how much she hates losing control. You know how scared she gets of change,” he hiccups helplessly, and a few hot tears slip down his cheeks. “Once it'll all settle in, she'll hate me, and I-I can't even blame her because I did-didn't do anything else those p-past two months a-and-.”

“Hey,” Chan says so softly it makes him shut his mouth. “I won't let that happen, baby. It was an accident and there was nothing you could've done,” he says firmly and pulls him in close. “I'm so thankful you're both alive, you know? I don't know-” his voice breaks, and Minho's heart sinks at the sound. “I don't know what I would've done if…,” he stops himself, not daring to put his deepest fear into words. “I get it, Minnie because it would've been a lot easier without the memory loss. I'm terrified of hurting her because I'm not fully feeling well yet. But as long as you won't let go of my hand in all this, I know I'll be okay.”

Minho carefully pulls Chan's hands off his face and intertwines their fingers. “I won't let go,” he says.

“I'll always have your back, okay?” Chan asks timidly, and Minho nods quickly. 

“And I'll have yours,” he promises and squeezes his hands. 

“I could really use a hug,” Chan admits, and Minho doesn't hesitate, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. He gently sways them from side to side and exhales softly. “I love you, Min.”

“I love you too, Channie,” Minho whispers back and squeezes him tightly. 

-

Minho gently helps you out of your jacket and hangs it up for you. Neither Chan nor Minho had remembered that you only moved in here one and a half years ago, so the house was another factor. He watches you glance around the hallway timidly and swallows softly. “Anything familiar?” he asks gently. 

You swallow hard and shake your head. “Not besides…some of the interior,” you tell him. 

He notices how anxious it makes you and carefully slips his hand into yours. “Let me give you a tour, come on.”

You follow him through the house and recognize some bits of your old home. He tells you where to find the most important things, and seems like he's afraid to say anything wrong. It makes you sick seeing your husband try so hard to make you comfortable in a suddenly so unfamiliar place. “I-I'll go use the bathroom real quick,” you tell him, and he nods, telling you again where to find it. 

You close the door and take a deep breath, hugging yourself tightly. “Fuck,” you whisper and sit down heavily at the edge of the bathtub. If you wouldn't know Minho and Chan had been your boyfriends for four years and then husbands for another five you would've freaked out at the hospital. You couldn't remember the past two years of your marriage, but the seven years before are enough to trust them. Still, it all feels so weird. You don't notice how much time has passed until Minho gently knocks at the door and lets himself in. He sits down next to you, and for a moment, you're both quiet. “Minho?” you ask timidly. 

“Yeah?” he asks gently, turning to look at you. 

“Have I been a good wife to you and Chan? Did we have fights? Did I hurt you? Did you hurt me?” you ask, and he inhales deeply. “I know this sounds weird, but…I have no idea where we left off.”

Minho fidgets with his wedding bands and hums thoughtfully. “I can't remember anything big concerning the two of us, we usually get along very well,” he tells you, a small smile on his lips. “We were on a date before the accident. I was very tired, was fighting with Chan over the phone, and…you said you'd take me out for dinner. You were trying to cheer me up, and you did, you always do,” he says and gently clears his throat, pushing away the images of what happened after. 

“What about Chan?” you ask timidly, sensing something off. 

Minho straightens up and pinches his nose, trying to figure out where to start. “About…six months ago, Channie wasn't feeling very well. He was overwhelmed with work and had no resources left for either of us, including himself. He pushed us both away, and one night, when I was abroad, he called me, saying he got into a fight with you and something was seriously wrong,” he tells you and chews on his lower lip. “I called you, asking you to go back and check on him as I flew back home. Chan was feeling numb for quite some time, and we did our best to support him figure out ways to make him feel again. After a while, he decided to visit his family in Australia, take a break, and everything. I stepped in for him at work, and it was killing me,” he admits. “I missed him like hell. I had to lead our team, and I felt lost without him, but you never gave up on me,” he says and his hand subconsciously slips into yours. “He caught me on a bad day, we got into an argument, and well…then we had that accident. Channie got onto the next plane and came back home as fast as he could.”

“Is he still struggling?” you ask hesitantly, and Minho smiles weakly. 

“I don't know, Y/nnie. This whole thing has taken a huge toll on me. I broke down repeatedly and Chan took care of me as best as he could. He even got me a therapist, imagine that,” he laughs, and you can tell he's not really doing well with any of this. “I don't think he had much time to figure out how he truly feels. I should've been there for him more, but I…I could barely get myself out of bed sometimes.”

“I'm sorry,” you apologize timidly, squeezing his hand. “I'm so sorry, Min.”

Minho shakes his head firmly. “None of this is your fault,” he says and searches your eyes. “None of it, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod hesitantly. 

Minho inhales shakily, a suspicious shimmer covering his eyes. “I know this whole memory thing is shit, honey. I feel selfish for saying this, but I'm just so glad you're alive and back home.”

You smile weakly and squeeze his hand firmly. “As long as I have you two, I'll be okay sooner or later.”

Minho gently squeezes back and looks up as Chan steps into the doorframe. “Oh my, am I interrupting something?” he chuckles. 

“Hey, Channie love,” Minho says softly and Chan leans down to give him a kiss. 

“Hey, kitten,” he smiles, gently caressing his cheek. Chan turns to you and gently brushes back your hair, kissing your head, unsure if you feel like kissing. “You're okay?”

“More or less,” you nod, and he sits down on your other side. 

“We're always here if you need someone,” he tells you and gently pats your knee. 

“Thanks,” you nod tiredly. “I really appreciate it, this can't be easy for you either.”

Minho remains quiet this time and glances at Chan. “We're just glad to have you back. The rest we can figure out together,” he assures you. “Just let us know, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod gently. 

-

You turn onto your side heavily and are met with a sight that used to bring a smile to your face. Minho's asleep next to you, his hair hanging into his face, lips parted, and his bunny teeth showing a little. His lashes throw their shadows on his cheekbones and you once more notice how beautiful he is. You've been home for a week now and Minho took another two months off to keep an eye on you. You like being home with Min because he's there when you need him but lets you be when you don't. He doesn't push, he doesn't talk your ears off, and he tries his best not to handle you like you're made out of glass. Still, you can tell he doesn't see you when he looks at you. He doesn't see his wife. He sees the accident and the woman he lost due to the memory loss, and the guilt in his eyes suffocates you sometimes. 

You haven't dared look up the accident yet, but slowly, you can't fight the urge to see what really happened that night. Minho doesn't like talking about it, and Chan wasn't there. 

You slip out of bed and grab your phone, leaving your husband on his own. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you start researching and soon find article over article. Pictures of the crashed car send shivers down your spine. Investigating some further you can tell how worried your friends were about Minho during their interviews, who looks nothing but truly exhausted. You can tell he hasn't been sleeping much; his eyes look glassy in most of them, and Chan never leaves his side.

-

Minho looks up as you come downstairs to join him for breakfast and gets up, putting some waffles on your plate. “Thought you'd like something sweet,” he says and flashes you a smile. 

“Who was driving?” you ask, making him freeze for a second. 

“What do you mean?” he asks, but the slight tremble in his voice tells you he knows exactly what you mean. 

“The accident. Who was driving?” you ask again, stopping in front of the table. 

Minho carefully puts the plate down in front of you. “Does it matter?” he asks timidly. 

“It does,” you nod, tilting your head at him. “Will you be honest with me, or do I have to ask someone else?”

He stares at you, wondering what you're aiming at with that question, but gives himself a push. “I was.”

“Were you drunk?” you ask, and Minho's frown deepens. 

“No.”

“You said you were tired, was that it? Was that what made you miss something?” you ask, and he subconsciously takes a step back. “Were you so upset about Chan that you weren't paying attention?” 

“Y/nnie,” he pleads quietly. “Don’t do this.”

“Min,” you say firmly. “I can't remember the past two years of my life. I don't know what happened and no one can tell me because that'll only be your version of every day,” you say and take a shuddery breath. “Chan hasn't kissed me once since I'm back home, and you look at me like I'm something broken you're too attached to to get rid of. That hurts, Min. I just want my fucking life back!”

Minho raises his hands in defense and steps closer to you. “Honey, I'm sorry, you're right. I can't make up for all that time. But she said they'd come back to you in a few months, at least that the chance is very, very high,” he tries, but the way your eyes darken, he knows you don't want to hear any of it. He tries to brace himself for the emotional outburst that's about to happen, but he can't prepare himself for what you say next. 

“No, you really can't make up for it. Not if you're the one causing this whole mess,” you say, noticing the fear flickering in his eyes, but you don't care. “You were the one driving, you're the one feeling guilty, and now I know why. My whole life went to shit because of you!” you snap at him. Minho doesn't say anything, simply stares at you as your words sink in. His body trembles, his stomach tightening painfully, and his eyes filling with tears. “You fucked everything up, and you're trying so hard to make up for it by staying home with me. Now I know why you so desperately try to make me feel better, and I thought it was because you loved me!”

Minho looks at you as if you just hit him right in the face. A soft whimper leaves his lips, snapping you out of your rage, before tears start running down his face, and his body shakes with a sob. “I know, okay?!” he snaps right back at you. “I know it's all my fault! I-I know I fucked up, and I-I'm the one to b-blame,” he hiccups helplessly, taking a few steps back as you reach for him timidly. “I'm sorry, Y/nnie, I swear, I did-didn't want this.”

“Min,” you whisper guiltily, but your husband shakes his head firmly, biting back a sob. “I'm so sorry, darling, I didn't mean it.”

“Don't lie,” he says, voice cracking. 

“I'm sorry, please,” you try, but Minho pushes past you and goes back upstairs. You let him, knowing he can't handle you, seeing how badly you just hurt him. Helplessly, you grab your phone and call Chan. 

“Hey, baby girl, I'm on my way home. Is everything-.”

“Channie,” you whimper. 

“What's wrong, baby?�� he asks worriedly, putting you on speaker. 

“I hurt Min,” you tell him, hugging yourself tightly and sitting down on the sofa. 

“Hurt him how?” he asks nervously, taking a turn left. 

“I said some dumb stuff about him being responsible for my life turning to shit and that the accident was his fault,” you say, and it's quiet for a moment. “Chan?”

“Ynnie…please tell me you didn't,” Chan says lowly, heart sinking to his stomach. “Please tell me you didn't.”

“I'm sorry, Channie, I didn't mean it,” you whisper timidly. “I was just…I don't know what got into me.”

“I…fuck, okay, I'll be home in a bit,” he tells you, swallowing down the lump forming in his throat. 

“Thank you,” you sniffle. 

Chan stares at his phone as you end the call and slams his hand on the wheel. “Fucks sake Ynnie, not when I finally convinced him otherwise,” he curses and finally reaches your street. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Chan quietly pulls the front door closed behind himself and swallows hard as he meets your anxious eyes. “Where is he?” he asks. 

“Upstairs,” you tell him. “Channie, I'm sorry,” you tell him, tears filling your eyes. “I'm so sorry.”

Chan sighs softly and opens his arms for you, pulling you into a tight hug as you get up. “I know you are. I know you're struggling, and I know we can't take that pain away,” he says, soothingly rubbing your back. “But baby girl, you can't forget Minho is a victim here too. He might have been the one driving, but he's also the one who saw you unconscious, covered in blood, and not knowing if you'd ever wake up again,” he tells you gently, without sounding like he's blaming you even a little. “He still feels guilty because he'd rather be the one getting hurt. He's been having nightmares and panic attacks and had a really hard time believing that it isn't his fault, you know?”

“I just fucked that up, didn't I?” you ask timidly. 

“I don't know,” he answers honestly. 

“I asked him if he was drunk,” you admit shamefully. 

Chan bites back a sigh, trying to be patient with you. “Okay, come on,” he says and pulls you to the sofa. “The police provided us the security camera footage, where you very clearly see who's at fault,” he says and grabs his phone, showing you the clip. 

You can see your car pulling up at the crossroads. Suddenly, a car races down the street from the right and crashes right into your side. It's raining heavily, making the road slippery and causing both cars to slide to the side a few meters. Once the video is over, you look at Chan horrified. 

“That other driver was drunk,” he tells you gently. “He was speeding, ignored a red light, and honestly, looking at this, it's a miracle you two are still alive. So please, don't blame anyone else but that guy, hm?” 

You nod quickly and chew on your lower lip anxiously. “Channie angel?”

“Yeah?” he asks gently. 

“Can you tell him I'm sorry? I don't think he wants to see me right now,” you say timidly. 

Chan nods and kisses your temple. “I will. We'll fix this, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, relieved. 

“I'll go check on him, alright?” he asks, and you nod bravely. Chan grabs a blanket and wraps you up in it, flashing you an encouraging smile. “We'll be okay.”

You timidly grab his hand and search his eyes. “I love you.”

Chan's face softens. “I love you too, baby girl.” 

-

Chan opens the door to the room he uses to work from home, suspecting that's where he'll find Minho. His heart breaks a little as he sees him sitting on the small sofa there, his legs hugged up to his chest. Minho's wearing a sweater of his, burying his face in its sleeves as he takes shaky breaths, clearly trying to calm down. He silently closes the door and walks over, kneeling down in front of him and soothingly rubbing his thighs. “Bunny?” he asks so softly Minho looks up with wide, teary eyes. It's a term reserved for their most private, intimate moments and it never fails to make Minho feel so safe and loved. 

He doesn't say anything, body moving on its own as he slips from the sofa and crawls right into his lap. Chan welcomes him with one of his most loving and healing hugs, nuzzling his nose into his hair. 

“I love you,” Chan whispers, cradling his head. Minho slumps against him, burying himself into his arms as deeply as he can, growing so small it breaks Chan's heart. 

“I'm so tired, Chan,” Minho says, voice raspy from crying. “I'm so fucking tired.”

“I know,” Chan says and turns with him in his hold, leaning against the sofa. “How can I help?”

“There's nothing you can do,” he answers quietly. “She hates me. I fucked up her life.”

“You really think that?” he asks patiently. 

“Doesn't matter. She does,” he says. 

“Do you?” he asks. “You think you fucked up her life?”

“Apparently, I'm not exactly making it easier,” he answers. “Since I'm the drunken, heartbroken, distracted fuck who got us into that accident.”

Chan mindlessly rubs his lower back. “Apparently…so you don't believe it.”

“I-” Minho grows quiet before pulling back and searching his eyes timidly. “Does that matter if she does?”

“To me, it does,” he nods. “You've been blaming yourself for months, saying the most hurtful shit about yourself…I think you made some progress,” he says calmly. 

“Not really,” he shakes his head. “The minute someone throws it at my face, I agree with them.”

“Bunny, can I tell you something?” he asks, and Minho nods tiredly. “She called me the minute you left, saying she fucked up. She asked me to tell you she's sorry because you probably wouldn't want to see her now.”

Minho's eyes fill with tears. “Really?” he asks timidly, and Chan nods. “I really thought she hated me now.”

Chan gently cups his face and plants a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. “She doesn't, I promise.” 

Minho messily wipes his cheeks with the sleeves before stopping in his movement and groaning at himself. “Fuck, I completely messed up your sweater.”

“That's okay,” Chan giggles softly. “We can wash it.”

Minho hums and smiles shyly. “Just really needed you close after that,” he tells him. 

“You're so cute,” he smiles happily. “Also-” he gets interrupted by the door opening. The two of them look up and see you standing in the doorframe, shaking with sobs. 

Minho moves before Chan can fully comprehend the sight and wraps you into a tight hug. “Shh, honey, it's okay.”

You hug back tightly and shake your head. “Nothing is okay,” you sob. “I hurt you. Just be-because I can't cope with what's happening.”

“It's okay,” Minho whispers gently, caressing your head. “I promise we're okay.”

You timidly grab his sweater a little tighter and bury yourself into him. “I'm sorry, Min. You didn't fuck up anything,” you hiccup. “I love you so much.”

Minho buries his face in your shoulder and shakes his head. “I know,” he whispers and squeezes you gently. “I love you too, my pretty girl.” 

“I just wanna feel normal again,” you whimper, and Minho's hold on you tightens. 

“Try and give yourself some credit, honey. You went through some shit, and you're still dealing with the aftermath,” he says softly and kisses your hair. “Try being a little more patient with yourself.”

Chan smiles sadly, remembering himself saying something so similar to Minho only weeks ago when they went for a walk. So he did listen. 

Two weeks later

You anxiously meet your reflection in the mirror before staring down at your products on the sink. Chan said he'd take you both out to dinner, and you just wanted to look nice but you had trouble remembering your routines. You talked to your doctor about it, and she told you it's completely normal to get confused easily by those things at the moment. 

Minho walks into the bathroom, buttoning up his shirt, and flashes you a gentle smile. “You're alright, beautiful?” 

“Yeah,” you nod quickly and stare back down at your things. “I…I think I need help,” you tell him, glancing up at him as he fixes his hair. 

“Sure, what do you need?” he asks, not quite picking up on your struggle yet. Minho grabs your concealer and carefully hides the dark patches beneath his eyes. He's still not sleeping well, and it shows. 

“I uh, I forgot what I usually do,” you tell him, waving at the various items displayed at the sink. “Like…did I have some sort of routine? Because if I did it's nonexistent in my brain right now.”

“Oh,” he nods and puts your concealer back down. “Uh, I'm not sure, but I can still help,” he tells you, and you smile relieved. “One second,” he winks at you and leaves the room, coming back with a chair. “Alright, take a seat, honey.”

You giggle softly and do as you're told. Chan joins you, chuckling in confusion as he sees you. “Min's helping me, my brain is letting me down right now.”

“Oh,” he laughs and watches Minho grab some of your things. “Yeah, it's good you asked him and not me.”

“I had a feeling,” you tease him lovingly.

Chan chuckles and turns back to the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt. He fixes his hair that frames his face in those beautiful curls you love so much and you can see the frown forming on his face before it’s fully there. It’s beyond you how both of your husbands were this stunningly pretty and still had their trouble believing so, Chan much more than Min. “Channie?” you ask gently, and he hums in response. “You look very handsome.”

Chan meets your eyes through the mirror, face softening. “Thank you, baby girl,” he says with a sweet, shy smile. Minho turns around, taking in the sight of his husband, and hums agreeingly before slapping his bum. Chan snorts and fondly rolls his eyes. “Typical.”

“That’s your own fault wearing those trousers,” he smirks before getting started with helping you. “Who even allowed you to leave the house in those, huh? Surely not me. No one else should be allowed to see how well-.”

“Minho,” Chan whines in protest, blushing heavily. “Shut up, will you?”

Minho smiles softly and then you realize he must’ve noticed Chan’s insecurities getting the better of him as well. “Only because it’s you,” he tells him fondly. “So, I think you started like this,” he tells you. He talks you through it, checking in with you if what he’s doing makes sense, and tries his best to make you satisfied with the result. Only a little later you’re ready to go and thank him happily. “Always, princess,” he assures you kindly. “You need help with your hair as well?”

“No, thank you, darling,” you smile at him. “I’ll be done in a bit.”

“No rush, honey,” he tells you and kisses your cheek before leaving you some space. He joins Chan downstairs, who’s standing at the kitchen island, bent forward on his elbows as he checks his phone. Minho smiles at the sight and steps behind him, wrapping his arms around him. Chan gently intertwines their hands on his stomach and finishes his message to Lix with one hand. “You’re alright, kitten?”

“Yeah,” he nods and nuzzles his face into his neck. “Ah, you put on my favorite cologne,” he smirks, burying his nose deeper into his skin. 

Chan hums, agreeing, and turns off his phone, turning in his hold. He smiles as their eyes meet and gently nudges his nose with his own. “Pretty boy,” he whispers, and Minho blushes softly. “I miss you.”

“Miss me?” Minho frowns gently. “I’m right here, love.”

“No..like,” he leaves the sentence unfinished, gently squeezing Minho’s hips. 

“Oh,” Minho laughs brightly and kisses him sweetly. “I can stop by the company tomorrow, just make sure Sungie and Binnie aren’t around.”

“I think I can arrange that,” Chan chuckles, gently cupping his face.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish now,” Minho warns him, and Chan rolls his eyes, kissing him lovingly. Minho kisses back sweetly and pulls back soon, knowing Chan could get lost in kissing way too quickly. They really didn’t have time for this now. Not with you coming downstairs any minute, still finding your way back into your marriage. “Channie…is that place you picked in walking distance?” he asks. 

“I figured there’s a chance she doesn’t feel safe to drive yet, so yes,” he nods, and Minho hums, relieved. “Also, you aren’t exactly keen to sit in a car yet, either.”

“Not really,” he chuckles agreeingly. “Thank you, Channie.”

“For what?” he frowns softly.

“For being so considerate and caring,” he smiles, shaking his head as Chan is about to respond. “Don’t you dare say it’s nothing now, I will kick you.”

“Oh,” Chan nods, holding back a laugh. 

“Idiot,” he giggles fondly, poking his side.

“I’m ready,” you interrupt them gently, standing a little away from them.

Chan smiles at you sweetly. “You look beautiful, baby girl,” he tells you, and you mirror his smile. 

“Our beautiful girl,” Minho agrees proudly, taking your hand and pulling you closer. “We should probably leave, right?”

Chan checks his watch. “Yeah, we should.”

You swallow softly and glance at them timidly. “Can I sit in the back?” you ask.

“I thought we could take a walk, it’s close by. If we’re lucky, we can see the stars on our way back home,” he says, watching your eyes brim with tears. “Or we can take the car?” he asks nervously.

“No,” you shake your head and laugh weakly. “I would prefer walking,” you assure him. “Thank you, Channie angel.”

“God, you two sometimes,” he breathes out, squeezing Min’s and your hand. ��It’s nothing, really an-ey!” he breaks off in protest as Minho punches his shoulder.

“I told you, it’s not nothing. It means a lot, my love, and we’re very happy to have you,” he says. “Also, be glad I didn’t kick your pretty a-.”

“Okay,” Chan laughs and pulls you both with him. “Enough of this now, you’ll make me get all sappy, let’s go.”

-

You enjoy your first evening out immensely. It makes you feel less like something’s wrong with you. Both Chan and Minho focus mostly on you, making sure you’re alright and comfortable. The many smells and loud noises are overwhelming at first, and they try their best to distract you. Once you allow yourself to relax, things get easier. Dinner is delicious, but what truly makes your evening is the laughter, gentle touches, and the way they make sure you’re part of the conversation. 

On your walk home, you indeed see the stars painting the dark canvas of the night sky. You’re walking between them, holding onto their hands, and feel a lot closer to Chan as well. Minho occasionally points out constellations, sometimes playfully bickering with Chan about the correct name. You find yourself smiling, genuinely smiling, for the first time in a while. You think about your day and suddenly stop in your tracks, leading to your husbands turning in confusion. 

“Y/nnie?” Chan frowns as your eyes fill with tears. “Are you okay?”

“I remember that place,” you breathe out, and they both stare at you with wide eyes. “We had dinner there the week we moved in, didn’t we? Channie, you spilled your drink all over Min’s pants. Min, you wouldn’t stop cursing because it got all sticky and-” you break off in wonder as your mind forms such vivid pictures of that day. 

Minho laughs wetly, a hot tear falling down his face. “Yeah, yeah, that’s exactly what happened.”

Chan still stares at you in wonder before laughing weakly. “You remember?”

You nod happily, messily wiping your cheeks. “Yeah, I know that’s not much, but-.”

“No, baby, this is huge,” Chan smiles through tears, wrapping you into a tight hug. “That’s your first breakthrough after only three weeks, baby.”

You giggle happily and beam at Minho, who’s still frozen in place. Reaching out for him, he takes your hand and lets you pull him into your hug. Minho cups your cheek and kisses your forehead softly. “I’m so happy for you,” he tells you genuinely.

-

Back home, as you prepare for bed, the weight of the day slowly settles on your shoulders. For the first time since you got back home it doesn’t feel like the burden of another wasted day but a blanket of comfort. It reminds you of the love and care that surrounds you in the presence of your husbands. Minho brushes your hair as Chan takes off your makeup for you, both as gentle as they can get.

As you lay in bed between them, the events of the past few weeks replay in your mind. The argument with Minho feels like a very distant memory now, simply a hurdle you’ve all overcome together. His forgiveness, his understanding, and his undying love for you feel like a balm for your wounded, anxious heart. Chan’s patience, kindness, and unwavering support for the two of you remind you of the strength of your bond.

In the quiet of the night, with Chan’s steady breathing on one side and Minho’s warm presence on the other, you feel a sense of peace lull you in. The road to your recovery would still be a long one, and you weren’t naive enough to believe that there wouldn’t be any more challenges.

You whisper a quiet “I love you” into the darkness, and in the soft murmur of their responses, you find a promise—a promise of healing and a love that will never leave you. You don’t know why, but right here, you understand that no matter what comes your way, you’ll face it together as a family. With that thought, you drift into a peaceful sleep, knowing that with Chan and Minho by your side, you’ll be okay. You would talk to Chan about the distance you feel another day, and you’d work through your shared trauma with Minho another time, supporting him through his share of the deal as well. For today, you’re glad to be able to fall asleep between the loves of your life.

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[softiejoon]

it's stupid, he knows, but sometimes minho thinks you love chan a little more.

there are no ill feelings to the sentiment, and he doesn't harbour any bitterness towards either of you for it. in fact, sometimes, he considers it only natural that you do. you've known chan longer than you've known him; not by much, but he understands there's a certain familiarity that comes only with time. the two of you are similar in a lot of ways, leading to constant sighs and eye-rolls on minho's end. especially when you and chan start a slew of terrible jokes or fuel each other’s squeals during movie nights. it’s common that minho falls asleep trying to keep up with the hour-long conversations you and chan have in bed, and, more often than not, he chooses to bury his head into the pillow rather than participate in your early-morning sweet nothings. you and chan simply share more love languages, minho concludes, and it's never bothered him before. if anything, he finds himself annoyingly endeared by your antics. for some reason, though, he can't shake the thought of it today.

☾ ･*˚⁺‧͙ :-゜・．

the following day, minho is reading in bed when you come home. he hears your keys drop into their place by the kitchen counter and your footsteps as you pad into the entryway. he knows your routine like clockwork: you deposit your things and have a glass of water in the kitchen; you check to make sure the door is locked and survey the shoe rack to determine who's home. then, on the way to your room, you head into chan’s studio to straighten his desk, and say hi to minho before stepping into the shower.

this time, as minho mentally maps your route, he hears you head straight for the bathroom. his brow furrows and he places the book down. a minute later, the water runs.

:-゜・．

"min?" your whisper of his name wakes him.

he sits up and rubs a hand over his face, blinking to make out your figure in the dark. you hadn't come to bed after your shower, mumbling a 'no thanks' when he'd asked you to join him. you didn't want to sleep yet, you said. the television was playing distantly in the living room when minho fell asleep.

"kitten?" his voice is raspy. yours is stuck in your throat.

you crawl into his arms without waiting for him to open them. minho doesn't miss a beat, gathering you towards him as he pulls the covers over both of you. his hand comes away wet when he runs the back of it over your cheek.

"what's wrong, angel?"

you sag against him, unwilling to respond.

"are you hurt?" he feels you shake your head, but you don't say anymore, so he opts for the question chan always does when you're upset. "do you want to talk about it?"

you're quiet for so long that minho thinks you might have fallen asleep; that is, until your breathing becomes uneven and he feels his shirt dampen where you lean against him.

"shh." he hopes he sounds soothing, rocking you gently in his hold. "it's okay." you tighten your grip on him but the pace of your breaths only seems to quicken.

minho feels his own worry rise; it's rare that you ever cry in his arms. of course, you've found comfort in him plenty of times before, but usually chan is the one wiping away your tears. he's good with words in a way minho thinks he’ll never be. instinctively, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand.

"it's okay, kitten. i'll get channie, okay?"

you shake your head quickly, reaching out to grab his hand. "no," you croak.

"he's not here?" minho frowns. chan always makes an effort to be home by midnight, even if he’s in his studio.

"want you," you whimper, wrapping his arm back around you.

minho's heart stutters. you want him to take care of you?

"just me?" he whispers, because he can't help but be a little selfish when it comes to you.

your words are muffled by his shirt, but he hangs onto each syllable. "just you."

if you weren't so upset, he would have laughed. not at you, but at the sheer ridiculousness of the thought that bothered him yesterday. how could he have missed it before?

it’s you who nags them about eating regular meals when minho isn’t around or feeling up to it. it’s you who hums songs around the apartment like he does, singing in the shower when you think no one’s listening. it’s you who indulges minho in his pudding fixation, searching new ones out and sending pictures to him at the store. and it was you who sat alone, craving your love’s affection, before remembering all you had to do was ask for it.

"i'm here, kitten. always here for you, hm?" you snuggle into him, breathing calmer than before. "always gonna be here for you. channie too."

you shift positions so that your head lays over his chest, listening intently to his heart beat. he wonders if you can hear just how hard it thumps when he thinks of you.

it's stupid, he realises, to think you ever loved one of them more.

~

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fake it till you fuck it by megaotaku98 (ik i've reccomended this before but its but its one of my favorites and by the best minchan author on the planet)

invisible string by bulletbulletbullet

i promise i'm not trying to fuck you by megaotaku98

tutoring for the divorced and lonely by interrupted

#skz #stray kids #ao3 #archive of our own #lee know #lee minho #bang chan #minchan #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #skz chan #skz bang chan #skz lee know #lee know skz #lee know stray kids #stray kids lee know #skz lee minho #minho #skz minho #stray kids minho #smut #top bang chan #bottom lee know #bottom lee minho #fluff #angst #happy endings #skz fanfic recommendations #fanfic recommendations

[luvyeni]

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES; STRAY KIDS SERIES

7 High Courts; 8 Very Handsome High Fae Lords. 7 Stories filled with love, lust, heartbreak and of course... Magic and faires.

GENRE. Fantasy Au | fluff | angst | smut

AUTHORS NOTE. I decided this would be for my 400 followers special since i couldn't do my 100 followers. this loosely based on the book series 'a court of thorns and roses', these can be read as stand alones, although they will mention other members. don't worry the request are still coming two but I thought this would be cool to do.

TAGLIST. comment if you want to be added !

DISCLAIMER! THIS IS NOT AFFILIATED WITH THE BOOK SERIES BUT IT WILL HAVE REFERENCES TO THE BOOK.

PAIRINGS. highfae!minchan x peasant!reader

SYNOPSIS. After killing a close friend of theirs, chan of spring court invites you to stay in the castle to avoid being killed by the other faeries of spring court. Here you meet his brother lee know of spring court, and as much as he wants to hate you, he is drawn to you... too bad chan is too.

♡... READ HERE !

PAIRINGS. highfae!changbin x Springcourt!reader

SYNOPSIS. When you run away from spring court and cross the lines into night court, changbin immediately recognizes you as his enimies little sister. He lets you stay, saying it's just to make him mad, but in reality it's because his mating bond activated

♡... READ HERE !

PAIRINGS. highfae!hyunjin x maid!reader

SYNOPSIS. Hyunjin of summer court hardly paid attention to his staff, spending most of his time with different hook ups or spending most of his time in his paint room, but when you clumsily spill his tea on his suit, he suddenly wants to be around, watching you work.

♡... READ HERE !

PAIRINGS. highfae!jisung x faerie!reader

SYNOPSIS. You and jisung of dawn Court used to be friends, before he became high fae and you slowly drifted apart because of his duties to dawn court. One day you guys rekindle your old friendship. where you always this pretty?

♡... READ HERE !

PAIRINGS. highfae!felix x human!reader

SYNOPSIS. When you accidentally cross the line between the human realm and the faerie realm, you are attacked by a scary creature, but you are saved and nursed back to health by felix of day court. When it's time for you to leave, he can't help the pain in his heart.

♡... READ HERE !

PAIRINGS. highfae!seungmin x futureladyofautumcourt!reader

SYNOPSIS. You and seungmin of autumn have hated each other ever since you were little kids, you two are now adults and seungmin has to find a wife to help continue on his bloodline, and guess who it is?

♡... READ HERE !

PAIRINGS. highfae!jeongin x humanprincess!reader

SYNOPSIS. After running away from your forced wedding, you cross the lines into winter court, where you meet jeongin of winter court, the young high fae who's also running away from his bride to be, he let's you hide in his castle... in exchange, you have to be his fake fiance.

♡... READ HERE !

©️LUVYENI

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[soap143]

would you mind making a mini fic of the photo booth incident with minchan with prompts #2 8 12 & 19???

Of course! I was actually thinking about writing it. I think Minho might have PTSD from all these photo booth incidents… Enjoy! (A little angst at the end I guess)

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2 “wait! wait! i didn’t have enough time to prepare!”

8 “can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”

12 “come on, let me see that smile!”

19 “i’ll never talk to you ever again.”

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Stubborn

Lee!Minho

Ler!Chan

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“Yah, why are you being like this” the leader scoffed, shoving Minho off his shoulder.

No matter how surprising this might sound, but the second oldest had forced Chan out of his dorm to hang out with him. Who could’ve though that the Lee Know would be the one begging to go out? Wonder why he would do that…

To say the truth, the mischevious bunny had woken up in a massive lee mood. And he felt like only Channie could satisfy it. Hypothetically, he could have asked Han to wreck him, but Minho just felt like Jisung’s tickles would not do the job. He was just stubborn like that.

Thanks to his mood, the dancer could not help but be all cute and clingy toward the older “Let’s go get ice cream, Channie-hyung~” Minho whined straight into the kangaroos ear for the hundredth time.

“Alright, Minnie, that is enough. What is up with you?” the aussie finally ran out of patience “Huh? Nothing, hyung. What could be wrong?” the cat lover naively answered, his boba eyes big and mouth slighly open in confusion.

Even though the leader, eventually, agreed to eat the bunny’s desired desert, he still remained suspicious of his bandmate’s strange behaviour.

Soon, Minchan were walking out of the shop with a an ice cream cone in each one’s hand “Is it good?” Chan asked, looking at Lee Know’s cone “No. Channie-hyung, you have your own ice cream. Don’t even try to bite mine.” Minho angrily rambled “Where’s the cute, clingy Minnie that was here just 20 minutes ago?” The leader of danceracha turned red at the comment “Shut up!”

They kept on walking until something cought the wolf’s attention “Is that a photo booth? I haven’t been in one ever since I was a teenager!” Chan childlishly giggled, dragging his grumpy companion by his arm “9000 won(thats’s 6.3eur)… Hyung, that’s like, expensive.” the bunny mumbled, looking at the price table “What? That’s pretty average, Minho” the older furrowed his eyebrows, digging thru his wallet.

Once the kangaroo took out the neccesary amount, he agressively showed the cat man into the tight space “Yah! Calm down, what’s wrong with you…” Lee Know whined, rubbing his shoulder which had been smashed into the thin metal wall “Ugh, this we’re going to be so cramped in here. Finish up your ice cream, quick!” Chan said, sitting down himself and getting the bills and coins out of the jacket pocket.

Like Channie had mentioned, there was not enought space for two grown men. So, he did the only thing he could think of “Come on, sit on my lap.” the leader instructed “WHAT?! No! That’s so weird…” Minho dramatically yelled. Can you blame him? He was afraid to trigger his mood even more. One arm around his sensitive waist would make his jump so high that he would bump his head on the ceiling of the photo booth.

“Why are you making such a fuss? We can’t fit in any other way. Just put one leg on my thigh. You know, partially sit on me. This doesn’t have to be strange if we don’t make it like that.” the mischevious bunny gave in, situating himself on his hyungs lap.

“See? Not that bad, is it? Why were you so dramatic anyway~” the aussie teased, lighly poking the taller’s sides. Like I mentioned earlier, that did end up eliciting quite a reaction…

The younger violently flinched, pushing the older’s hands away “What was thahat…? I didn’t think you were that ticklish…~” Oh, Channie was going to take advantage of their current position so badly “D-Don’t please. Let’s just tahahake the pictures and goho, Channie-hyung.” said man just smirked, only pulling his victim deeper into his hold.

“You know, I don’t understand how you were being so silly and adorable all day long, just to chicken out now. Why don’t you annoy me now? Huh? Are you, perhaps, afraid of the tickle monster?~” Lee Know could feel his ears reddening up at the wolf’s skilfull teasing “No, I’m n-not.” this was his last chance to avoid what this situation could, pottentialy turn into “Come on, let me see that smile!” In a desperate act, he covered his hot ears with his hands. Unfortunately, he handn’t though about the vulnerable position he would put himself in after doing that…

Not even a second after the dancer accidentally exposed most of his torso, the kangaroo harshly dug into Minho’s sides“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!” Chan just snickered, switching to the younger’s ribs “Come on, you’re gonna have to try harder to hide the fact that you like this than that~” the tickler pointed out. He was right though, the cat lover handn’t really moved his hands from the spot he was covering.

“IHIHIHIHI DOHOHOHOHON’T LIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIS, STOHOHOHOP!” Chan stopped tormenting his ribs and instead opted for quickly spidering and switching between the younger’s side, ribs and armpits “YOUHU’RE CRAHAHAHAZY!” it all soon became a bit too unbearable for the poor lee, as he had to bring down his arms to protect his sensitive torso.

“Oh, so now you’re trying to stop me? And you’re calling me crazy? Let’s see how like this then~” the aussie gripped the rabbit’s thighs, squeezing so quickly that Lee Know honestly thought he was about to ascend “NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEASE CHAHAHAHAHANIE! MIHIHSTED BAHAHANG! CHRIHIHIHSTOPHER!” the poor boy called out every single name to make he could.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out! Wow, I don’t remeber your legs being that ticklish… What do you think about your knees? Would those be bad?” the elder teased, never letting go of the sensitive body part “ANYWHEHEHEHERE BUHUHT MY KNHEHEHES PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” the bratty cat lover tried to maneuver his way out of the situation.

“Nah, I think I’ll go just for your knees!” the older’s crazy fingers latched on firmly on to the mentioned spot, which was crazy ticklish “ANOTHEHEHEHER SPOHOHOHOT, ANO-ANOTHEHEHEHER SOHOHOT PLEHEHEASE” the dancer begged, leaning back all the way onto Chan “I didn’t hear a stop~” the leader mumbled into his dongsaeng’s back, only making the whole situation even more ticklish.

The wolf kept on switching tactics. Sometimes he would tickle the soft bottom of the knee, then he would claw at the equally as sensitive top. The worst was when he would use both hands on one knee “BAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHAHAHAN, I-I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T” Lee Know shined through his hysteric laughter “Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”

The way that the aussie’s fingers stuck to Lee Know’s kneecaps made the victim crazy. He was sweaty, giggly, had messy hair, tears running down his neck. Did I mention his wine-red ears and face? Every single vein in his body was popping due to the uncontrollable cackles that kept on leaving his throat.

“Alright, I don’t want you to actually die. Yet.” the kangaroo lifted his torturous fingers, switching from mercilessly squeezing the taller’s knees with them to massaging Minho’s back with them “Wait, c-cahan you not stop here? I-I was liking this…” Minho shyly admitted.

“Oh? You want me to continue?” Chan dug into the muscle of Lee Know’s back, which wasn’t as ticklish as anywhere else, but was enough to elicit some cute giggles and squirms “Yehehehes, juhuhuhuhst lihihke thahahaht…!”

“Wow, your ears are soooo red, mister Lee. You should cover them up and keep your arms there before the tickle monster get them!” the childish teases were making the rabbit’s stomach do flips. He did listen though.

However, obeying Chan’s orders was a pretty rookie move. Once his arms were ocupied with protecting his sensitive ears, the aussie dug into the dancer’s hips, making him mive and twitch like a tube man “CHAHAHANIE PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOHO” his pleads were totally ignored. I mean, why would Chan stop? His victim’s hands were not even trying to disturb him. They were still stuck on Lee Know’s ears.

“I think that’s enough now, Minho. You’re gonna pee yourself…” the wolf giggled “Yah! I’m not six years old!” the dancer protested, slapping his only hyung’s chest “Nof a six year old? You’re the one that enjoyed every second of this!” the leader pointed out.

Apparently the older’s joke wasn’t so funny to the cat lover “You think it’s weird, do you?” Minho sighed, starting to get off the kangaroo’s lap, thinking he migh be uncomfortable now that he knows the truth “Wait, wait, wait! It’s nor weird! It’s sooo very cute. Like, Minho. That is the most adorable thing I’ve heard ever. I’m so glad that you like this!” the leader reassured, forcing Lee Know back onto his lap.

“I was scared for a second… Although I don’t think I’m gonna be safe from your tickles ever again” the mischevious bunny commented “Now that I know that you enjoy this, prepare yourself for at least 3 or 4 tickle sessions daily.” the second oldest’s eyes quickly filled up with fear, as he scrambled away as fast he could out of the vulnerable position he was in. “I’ll never talk to you again”

Or will he…?

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This one is shorter, but I think it’s pretty good! I live, laugh, love for lee!know. It’s even in his name! Happy holidays❤️🙂

#tickle #rough tickles #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #tickle community #ler!chan #lee!know #lee minho #sfw tickle community #kpop tickle

[hoes4hoseok]

drive

enhypen as 80's music :: jake as ‘drive’ by the cars

"you can't go on thinking nothing's wrong, but now, who's gonna drive you home tonight?"

pairing :: jake sim x gn!reader genres/au’s :: 80s college au, ex! childhood friend! jake, second chance romance, fluff and a sprinkle of angst at the beginning warnings :: mentions of drinking, mentions of cheating word count :: 1.2k author’s note :: coincidentally, i became obsessed with disney's new rom-com, prom pact, a few days after i started working on this. if you love 80's rom-coms you should def watch it, it was like fuel for me to finish this. anyways, i hope you enjoy! beta readers :: @hanniiesuckle17 and @skz-minchan-enthusiast !! tysm for your help :) soundtrack :: drive by the cars

you aren’t one to stay at a party after starting to cry. so instinctively, upon seeing your very drunk boyfriend with someone else on his lips, you bolted, knowing what was to come. struggling to see past the salty puddles forming in your eyes, you somehow pushed and shoved your way to the most secluded section of the party, at least in the middle of winter — the pool.

and, finally staring down at the illuminated glow of the chlorine-filled water with your legs crossed, you let the tears fall into your hands. the two of you had only been dating for six weeks — despite the fact that you had liked him for months before that. but it was good that you found out now instead of later. crying was the best way to bounce back from a breakup. it was shedding the grudges over your wasted time, of course, but mainly your misplaced trust. these were words of wisdom you had come up with on the spot to comfort yourself, of course, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true.

after what felt like 20 minutes, your tears slowed to a stop. almost instantly, you became very aware of the temperature, your nose now cold as ice. to your relief, you had a couple of tissues in your jacket. you used them to wipe your tears and nose as you looked up, peering into the party through the sliding glass door. it was only 11 pm—the night was still young. but all you wanted to do was go home and be met with the warmth of your bed again. watch the vhs you rented for a chick flick he said was too “unrealistic”. but you had driven your ex-boyfriend’s car here, and you weren’t particularly in the mood for the hour-long trek that walking home would be. yet. you were going to make yourself ‘in the mood’ even if it took all night—because enduring a car ride from your ex or any of his friends in that overcrowded house party was out of the question.

“y/n?”

you looked up again upon hearing the familiar voice — it was jake — as in, your other ex-boyfriend jake. who you hadn’t seen in months.

he stood with his brows furrowed in concern, sliding the door shut behind him. “what are you doing out here?”

you managed to crack a slight smile as he walked around the pool. “nothing, it was just way too stuffy in there. i don’t love crowds, you know that. you can go back inside,”

“okay,” jake completely ignored your suggestion, lowering himself to the ground with his legs crossed just as you had. “then why were you crying?”

“no offense, but this is not a conversation i’d like to have with you,” you looked up at jake, eyelashes still wet from your tears.

“why, because we dated for two minutes in junior high, or because i’ve seen you cry countless times before?” jake wore an amused smile, shrugging while he continued. “suit yourself. i’m great at comforting people, though,”

“it was not two minutes, it was three weeks. and you’ve only seen me cry twice,” jake’s smile widened at your response, knowing you were warming up to him again. “my boyfriend was making out with someone else in there,”

“oh…” jake began, his voice softening, “that sucks. he’s the one who you went to prom with last year, right?”

“yeah,” you looked down at your hands, stuffing them into the pockets of your windbreaker. “we weren’t dating yet, though,”

“ah yes, i remember,” jake nodded, “my mom kept telling me how upset you were because he didn’t ask you out. you guys took a long time to make it official,”

“yeah, yeah, thanks for the recap,” you cupped your face between your hands, resting your elbows on your thighs. “i’m an idiot,”

“if this made you an idiot, half the planet would be one,” jake scoffed, “you liked him. it’s easy to get blindsided by people you have feelings for,”

“well, half the planet needs a reality check, then,” you exhaled deeply, “i know i did,”

“why do you insist on blaming yourself for something that was solely that jerk’s fault?” jake rolled his eyes as he leaned back on his palms, knowing you weren’t looking his way.

“i don’t blame myself for the fact that he cheated, i blame myself for not seeing that coming,” you gazed down at the motionless water. you weren’t sure what exactly was making this conversation so easy, but you figured it came down to jake catching you at the right time.

“if you’re going to take one thing away from tonight, i think it should be that now you know he isn’t worth any more of your time,” jake explained, “the past is past. and for the record, i think you’re an idiot for reasons that have nothing to do with your dating life,”

“you’re one to talk, jake sim,” you grinned involuntarily while you swung your head back to look at jake, who had started to laugh before you even reached your hands around to his torso to tickle him. 

“sorry!” he put his hands up in defense.

“you better be,” you retorted, adjusting your seat to face him. “i’ll tell your mom if you keep that up,”

“that threat really lost its weight when we left high school, y/n,” jake shrugged, shaking his head jokingly. “you need a new source of leverage,”

“oh, don’t worry about me. i have plenty of leverage,” you reminded him, “i have a big supply in the box of photos i brought from home. it’s in the album called ‘jake’s mullet’,”

jake leaned in close to you, eyes widening, “you still have those?”

“...yes,” you confessed, “but no soul has seen them since you got rid of it — apart from me. it cheers me up when i’m feeling down,”

jake heaved a sigh, “well…i can’t complain about that. my roommates see your experimental hair from junior high every day,”

you tilted your head, furrowing your eyebrows. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i have that picture of you and my dog before we went to the spring fling together up in my room,” jake admitted, “next to the one of my family and me at graduation,”

“oh…” you started to mutter, your smile fading in thought.

it warmed your heart a little bit to hear that jake held onto those memories just as you had. it was nice to feel remembered. and not only as a second thought.

“before you can demand that i take it down — which is not happening until i take another one to replace it, by the way,” jake began, pushing himself up onto his feet by the hands, “let’s go, i’m freezing,”

he brushed his palms together to get rid of any poolside debris before extending his right hand for yours. “come on. don’t worry about that dirtbag, but he can figure his ride out on his own,”

you had forgotten about said dirtbag for about five minutes. those were the best five minutes you had in a long time. clutching to jake’s hand (which was somehow still warm), you stood up. you found yourselves only inches apart, your gazes meeting in a manner that took you back to the night of the spring fling. he had only grown more handsome in the years since, from his jawline to his impeccable hair, but that wouldn’t have mattered to you. you thought he was gorgeous back then too, embarrassing mullet and all. 

“so, what do you say?” jake asked, “can i drive you home?”

enhypen as 80s music series ☆ masterlist

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[redstayrosie]

Links to posts of Stray Kids to read: PART 2

(SUGGESTED READS)

I don't own any of these posts all rights to the creators.

18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

BENEATH 'KEEP READING' YOU CAN FIND SUGGESTED POSTS OF:

|CHAN|LEE KNOW|CHANGBIN|HYUNJIN| |HAN|FELIX|SEUNGMIN|JEONGIN|

| Sweet🌻 | Sad🥀 | Intimate🔥| personal fave💯|

OT8

Wait Your Turn 🔥🥀🌻

BANGCHAN:

Warnings: Poly! OT8 x Reader, smut, humor, comfort, fluff, Dom/Sub dynamics, bondage, edging, spit roasting, bukkake, creampie(s), cum play, slight spit play, dacryphilia, choking, degradation, implied after care.  Summary: If you're going to break the rules, then you have to face the consequences of your actions.

Stray Kids reaction 🥀🌻🔥

Telling Skz your ex texted you, each members separate reaction.

MinChan 🔥

LEE KNOW:

Pairing: lee know x bang chan + f!reader wrote this fic back in oct of 2023 and was js letting it rot in my drafts so I finally decided to post it hehe FIRST SKZ FICS

A Mistake I Will Never Regret 🔥🌻🥀

PAIRING: Lee Know x Reader Genre: Friends to lovers, comedy, romantic, college AU. WARNING ⊂✦⊃ This story contains suggestive / nsfw content. Minors please don’t interact, beware of the content you consume online.

need you to [Lee] Know. 🌻

PAIRING: Minho x Reader SUMMARY: minho loves you: to him, it’s as clear as water. Its only after he finds out that you’re starting to doubt it—he needs you to know just how much. CW: slight hurt/comfort if you squint, but it’s just fluffy fluffy lino being really down bad and not knowing how to grasp it tbh which just gives me my serotonin dosis for the rest of the month lol

Call my bluff, call you ‘babe’ ♡ Minho 🌻

Pairing: Lee Minho × fem!reader Genre: Childhood friends to lovers, fluff Summary: Minho has been your best friend since you two could barely form coherent sentences. He was there when your last baby tooth fell, he was there when you failed your high school exams, and he was there as you walked down the aisle.

Five's company 🔥

Pairing: hwang hyunjin x lee minho x f!reader x lee felix x han jisung summary: it's the first night since that fateful night of truth or dare that you're all together and can blow off some steam. and tonight, it looks like you might be able to finally explore what this could turn into.

MinChan 🔥

Pairing: lee know x bang chan + f!reader wrote this fic back in oct of 2023 and was js letting it rot in my drafts so I finally decided to post it hehe FIRST SKZ FICS

Not Over you 🌻🥀🔥💯

CHANGBIN:

Pairing: Minho x Reader Genre : demon Minho / dad Minho (kind of) / exes to lovers / fluff / smut / slight angst Summary: Minho had it all. He was strong, powerful and beautiful. An immortal that people either loved or feared. Except you. You, a simple human. You who he loved so dearly. And yet, You who had left him heartbroken.

possessive/jealous bin 🔥

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader Warnings: 18+mdni,possessive/jealous bin, unprotected sex and creampie, size kink(not body size), car sex, hair pulling, talk of "claiming" and "owning" fem!reader, reader called bunny and cumbunny, spit, bin slaps readers hand away.

Romance On The Rocks 🔥🌻

HYUNJIN:

Pairing: Idol! Seo Changbin x Female Warnings: Smut. All porn, not plot. Fingering. Soft Dom Binnie. Big Dick Binnie. Multiple Orgasms. Love-making. Slight breeding kink. Slight praise kink. Mentions of choking. Super fluffy. Summary: if there's anything Changbin loves more than fucking you senseless, it's making love ♡

Five's company 🔥

Unfair 🌻🔥

Pairing: hwang hyunjin x lee minho x f!reader x lee felix x han jisung summary: it's the first night since that fateful night of truth or dare that you're all together and can blow off some steam. and tonight, it looks like you might be able to finally explore what this could turn into.

HAN JISUNG:

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader Warnings: fluff, smut, teeny tiny bit of angst (if you squint), hyunjin being a softie and a romantic little shit! Summary: After getting friendzoned, you rant to your best friend, Hyunjin, about how pathetic you are for not getting a date for Valentine’s Day. Hyunjin would never let the girl he secretly loves so much think so little of herself.

Five's company 🔥

FELIX YONGBOK:

Pairing: hwang hyunjin x lee minho x f!reader x lee felix x han jisung summary: it's the first night since that fateful night of truth or dare that you're all together and can blow off some steam. and tonight, it looks like you might be able to finally explore what this could turn into.

Five's company 🔥

SEUNGMIN:

Pairing: hwang hyunjin x lee minho x f!reader x lee felix x han jisung summary: it's the first night since that fateful night of truth or dare that you're all together and can blow off some steam. and tonight, it looks like you might be able to finally explore what this could turn into.

Best friends brother 🌻🔥

JEONGIN I.N:

pairing: seungmin x female reader genre: smutty fluff, university au, rating: M for smut-adjacent (acts have already been committed and our mc thinks about them quite a bit)

#straykids x reader #straykids #stray kids #straylix #skz #changbin x reader #chan x reader #chan #changbin #lee know x reader #lee know #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #hyunlix #han x reader #han #han jisung #felix x reader #stray kids felix #skz felix #lee felix #felix #seungmin x reader #seungmin #jeongin x reader #jeongin

[thotforcsy]

yellow wood misfits

(♡) fandom: skz (♡) pairings: platonic maknae line (jisung & hyunjin & felix & seungmin & jeongin); platonic felix & minho; jisung/felix; minor minho/chan (♡) rating: explicit (♡) 124478 words (♡) complete (8/8)

No one wants to spend their summer in community service. Unfortunately for Hyunjin, Jeongin, Jisung, Seungmin and Felix, they have no choice: the five of them are all stuck on this Community Payback scheme whether they like it or not.

(Spoiler alert: they don't.)

Community service is bad enough to deal with on its own, but to get caught in a freak electrical storm and develop shitty superpowers on top of that? This has got to be someone's idea of a joke.

Oh, and their probation worker wants to kill them. Go figure.

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cw: graphic depictions of violence, drug use, drinking, sex, ptsd, murder, homophobia, homelessness, child neglect, non-con elements, sexual harassment/assault.

#c: han jisung #c: lee felix #c: hwang hyunjin #c: kim seungmin #c: yang jeongin #stray kids #skz #skz fic #s: platonic maknae line #s: platonic minlix #s: jilix #s: minchan #pseud: flying_dream #jasmine's skz fics #ao3 link #misfits au #crack treated seriously #delinquents/criminals au #superpower au #angst and humour #happy ending #ensemble cast #found family #cw: violence #cw: drugs #cw: ptsd #cw: murder #cw: homophobia #cw: homelessness #cw: child neglect