Stray Kids Seungmin - Blog Posts

Curious little thing, aren't you?

SKZ: Vocalracha

3RACHA - Danceracha

Summary: Their unique abilities and how they affect people around them.

Seungmin: Mind Melding

Seungmin was the type to be able to read others based on their expressions and body language, but one day it went too far.

Near a lake in Italy, the members were shooting another log, mapping out their day for STAY.

Seungmin peered into the dark mucky water, unable to see the bottom.

The weather wasn't the greatest, either. It was cloudy, and the air surrounding them moist.

He didn't realize he was hearing a memory, and just assumed it was someone speaking.

But then he heard screaming.

He jolted, turning quickly only to see Minho and Felix giggling, Hyunjin and Jeongin arguing, and Changbin, Chan, and Han huddled by the edge staring for fish.

Except Han was rigid. His face was calm, but his brows were in a frown, sweat appearing at his hairline. The others hadn't noticed yet.

No one was screaming though.

Yet he still heard it.

Then a voice he had never heard before.

"Han! Hold on!"

His...dad?

Seungmin had to blink. He had no idea what was playing in his head. He didn't see images, just the sound.

He heard water rushing in his left ear, and the whimpering of a young boy in his right. A tree branch somewhere snapped, and the boy yelped.

Was this Hans memory of when he still lived in Malaysia? When he had encountered the crocodiles?

Seungmin then realized that being so close to the murky water was triggering this memory, rushing to him from his spot on the grass.

He wrapped his hand around the olders middle, not trying to draw attention.

"It's okay. We aren't going in it," he whispered to Han, feeling him relax his shoulders.

Han smiled lightly, leaning his head against Seungmins shoulder.

Jeongin: Dreamwalking

Jeongin loved to sleep. It was no secret. So when he would be bothered before the time he needed to be up, he would get cranky.

He didn't dream often, but when he did, it was extremely vivid.

One day, Chan rose quite late, trying to explain his dream, and how it had inspired the new song they were working on.

Jeongin was curious, but he couldn't understand his Hyung. Chan couldn't recall what made him think about it.

Later that night, Jeongin struggled to sleep, wondering why he could never remember his dreams, and how that happened to the members a lot.

He blinked, and next thing he knew, it was pitch black. Then flashing colors surrounded him. It was almost as if he were at a rave, the lights seemed brighter each passing second.

He blinked once more, standing on a terrace, dressed in all white.

It was midnight where he was, the light blue hue engulfing him and his surroundings, making the terrace glow eerily.

"Jeongin?" He heard a familiar voice say.

He turned, and met eyes with Hyunjin.

His head tilted, brows furrowing.

What type of dream was this? And where the hell were they? He had never seen this place before.

"Where are we Hyunjin?" He questioned, only to be met with a questioning glance.

"My palace? This is my kingdom, Ayen," Hyunjin scoffed, as if he should have known.

Jeongin stared, his face riddled with shock.

Was this his dream? Or was it Hyunjins? If it wasn't his, then how did he trespass into the olders?

Wat would Bangchan say? What would any of them say?

As if on que, he blinked, only to be met with flashing lights for a few seconds, and arrived in what looked to be an empty, abandoned theater.

The only think illuminating the place was the giant hole in the roof, the morning sun casting a glare directly onto the stage.

Jeongin looked down at himself, and found he was dressed in worn down casual wear.

Whose was this? He looked to the stage, and saw a piano. Bangchan, maybe? As far as Jeongin knew, it was just he and Chan that could play the piano.

Almost like he heard his thoughts, Chan sluggishly walked up onto the stage, taking a seat at the instrument.

He began to play, and was met with the booing of a person that wasn't there before.

But Jeongin didn't get it. He was playing beautifully. He turned, and saw a mannequin, confused.

He saw how it was affecting Chan, anger rising within him.

He rushed to push the person, but was thrust back into the blinding lights. This happen for the rest of the night, until morning.

He awoke tired, remembering all that had happened that night.

Poor Seungmin (3)

Synopsis:

It's been three months, but Ive finally had some inspiration so here you go!!

Warnings:

Smut, mxm, dry humping, grinding, spit, drool, praise, fake ears, tears, not edited like everything else I post

It seemed Seungmin and the guys slowly became closer after the gamer room mishap.

Jeongin and Felix reassured him after he woke up that it was okay, and that they didn't mind helping him. In fact, they enjoyed it.

He blushed at their words as they patted his head.

Fast forward a few months, and they had just finished their tour.

It took a lot out of the guys, and now that they had switched roommates again, Seungmin was paired with Han.

He didn't mind all that much, but sometimes the clutter was to much.

"Why I'd this here, Han? I asked you to pick it up days ago!" Seungmin bared his teeth. They were a bit sharper than normal.

Han smiled at his threat.

"Such a cute puppy!"

That shut Seungmin up immediately, forcing himself to ignore the mess.

It was common for them to bicker over the mess. Seungmin strived in a controlled environment while Han strived in chaos.

One day while Seungmin went out for a boba, he came back to a spotless dorm.

Did someone come over and clean?

"Surprise!" He heard Han shout when the door closed.

He nearly dropped his half empty drink.

"What encouraged you to do this?" Seungmin scoffed in amusement. Han tilted his head with a grin.

"I figured you'd like a clean place for once. I realized it's not all that great living with a messy person, so I thought itd be nice," Han stopped in front of Seungmin, pushing him towards the shared couch.

"I also made dinner! We're going to watch a movie!" Seungmin could tell Han was excited.

"You must want something," Seungmin joked, making Han gasp dramatically.

"What? Nuh uh. Just wanna spend time with you," his cheeks flushed.

They both sat and ate while the movie played.

Han was stiff and reserved. Normally he'd be chatting away, asking questions about the movie or making comments about the characters.

He was dead silent.

Seungmin noticed immediately.

"You okay?" He asked, reaching for his friends shoulder.

"Yeah...Just thinking is all," Han mumbled. His eyes were glued to the screen but Seungmin knew he wasn't paying attention.

"About?" He continued.

Han finally looked at him.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

Seungmin was shocked but he didn't show it. He knew Han was sensitive about serious subjects. Something must be wrong.

"Of course,"

Han took a deep breath, fidgeting with his hands.

"What's your rut like? Or was it a heat? What's it feel like?" Seungmin was embarrassed about the question, never having to talk about it before now.

He jolted, taken aback by the question.

"Uhh, what brought this on?" Seungmin sputtered.

Hans eyes widened. "You don't have to answer! I'm sorry I don't know why I was thinking about that," He cursed himself, looking away, cheeks red.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind, I was just.... surprised," Seungmin smiled to reassure him. Han peeked at Seungmin as he answered.

"My body kinda locks up? I get really hot, and I start to feel pain down....there. The pain only goes away if, well, you know. And my brain gets fuzzy. All that stuff," Seungmin explained as he stared at the tv.

Han could only state at his younger friend with glossy eyes.

"What's on your mind when your like that?" Han asked suddenly, his voice flat.

Seungmin froze.

Could he tell him?

Tell him that he thinks about Chan's big hands caressing his face while jerking him off? Tell him that he thinks about Jeongins hot mouth and Felixs' gentle touch? About Lee Knows juicy thighs? Changbin putting him in a headlock? Hyunjins sweat rolling down his neck when he dances so seductively?

How he thinks about Hans innocent eyes staring at him while shoving his cock into his ass?

"Uhh...Stuff?" Seungmin whispered. He couldn't think anymore.

"Stuff? Like the type of stuff your into?" Hans voice shifted into something else entirely.

It became deep, and sounded closer to Seungmin. He looked over, and saw that Han had scooted closer. His hand nearly touching his thigh.

"Yes," Seungmin replied, his breathing becoming more shallow.

It wasn't his rut, but the natural feeling of arousal that flooded his stomach.

He moved his hands to cover his bulge.

"And what is it your into?" Han closed in closer to Seungmins ear.

"I...I can't -" Seungmin closed his eyes.

"With who, Seung?" His lips grazed the shell of his ear, and Seungmin shuddered.

He couldn't reply. He could only take what Han wanted to give.

"I got something for you, puppy," Han grinned, pulling something out from under the cushion of the couch.

Seungmins eyes widened when he saw them, his breath hitching.

A pair of floppy dog ears on a headband.

They were the same color of his rust hair, and Seungmin nearly whined in approval.

"You like?" Han questioned.

Seeing him nod, he helped place them on the boys head.

"You really are a puppy, aren't you, Min?" Han chuckled, watching as he nuzzles into his palm.

"Just a pretty puppy, huh? Want me to make you feel good?"

Seungmin nodded eagerly, pushing Han back into the couch, straddling his legs.

When their bulges pressed against one another, they both groaned, the sound shooting straight to Hans core.

Hans hands flew straight to Seungmind waist, and he let them wander, worshiping the youngers body as he began to grind against him.

"Ah! Ngh..." Seungmins mouth hung open, drool pooling in his mouth.

His hips rolled harder, Han throwing his head back, loving the pressure.

Seungmins hands braced him against Hans chest, and he squeezed the olders pecks as he felt his legs grow tired.

His pace slowed, but he still pressed against Han hard with his hips. Han noticed.

"Puppy tired?" Han whimpered, moving Seungmins hips with his hands.

"Please...tired-" he let out a moan when their tips caught one another through their sweats. "Can't!" Seungmin sobbed.

Tears formed in his eyes, both from the please and the pain building in his thighs.

"Lay down puppy, let me help you," Han groaned.

Seungmin stopped his movements, laying flat against Hans chest, but still straddling him.

Han rolled his hips upward, and gripped the boys hips hard. He maneuvered him like a rag doll, grinding into him harder than Seungmin was.

Seungmin started moaning louder, the occasional whimper falling passed his lips.

"So close..." Seungmin whined, licking into Hans neck.

Han groaned, tilting his head so Seungmin can lick and ground himself.

"Me too, puppy," Han couldn't hold it anymore, so he pushed his hands into Seungmins pants after collecting his sweat from his back.

He grabbed his bare ass before pushing his fingers to toy with Seungmins rim, making him cry out.

Seungmin came hard, his whole body shaking as he let out a choked sob. Han came right after, feeling the wetness of Seungmins cum on his sweats.

Once they both came down from their highs, they both fell limp on the couch.

Seungmin laying flat against Hans stomach, panting like he ran a marathon.

"Seung? You okay?" Han whispered. He caressed the boys hair, and felt the ears.

"M' okay," He muttered. His hips stuttered, making Han smile.

"Wanna go to bed?" Han asked, tilting his head to the side.

Seungmin pushed himself up, his arms shaking.

"Sure," He grinned, his eyes glossy and black.

Han helped him up, but led him to the bathroom first to clean themselves up.

Then they both went to their room.

"Can we snuggle on your bed?"

Hans eyes widened. His lips opened then closed, unsure of how to respond.

"But I didn't shower? And I have washed my bedding this week," Han said knowing how those bothered him.

Seungmin smiled.

"Then we'll use my bed. We're both clean,"

Hans heart nearly melted.

They both fell into the twin bed, cuddling aggressively and cutely, and fell asleep.

The next morning before Seungmin woke up, Han went into the group chat, and spilled everything that had happened the night before.

Tag list: @xxeiraxx @rhonnie23 @skzlover24 @skybluelixie

Poor Seungmin

Synopsis:

Seungmin was a hybrid without hybrid features. No tail, no ears. Nothing. But he was still considered one. He thought that he wouldn't fall into a rut, but he was wrong. So his bandmates take upon themselves to help the poor pup when it comes.

Warnings:

Smut, mxm, threesomes, blow jobs, dry humping, kissing, drool, angst, fluff, penetration, collar and leash, fake ears, spit, hair pulling, etc

MDNI

Bangchan x Seungmin

Jeongin x Seungmin x Felix

Han x Seungmin

xxx?

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Tag list: @xxeiraxx @rhonnie23 @skzlover24 @tenshimara

Notes:

glad to finally start with this series. Its been on my mind for months! Hope you all enjoy, and if you have any ideas on the connecting parts, lmk!!

Warning:

Language, smut mentioned, fluff

You sighed as you walked to your local GameStop. It had just been too long since you've had a real connection, and you were desperate for anything.

Your friend who worked there had told you that they had a game donated that resembled a dating simulator, and that she set it aside for you. She did it mostly to tease you, but honestly, you really needed this.

You didn't know if it was truly a dating game or not, but you couldn't care less at the moment.

You came in, grabbed it, and paid.

You rushed home after stopping for lunch, starting your PC. You let it warm up while you showered and changed into your lounge clothes, rubbing your temples at the bright light in the dark room.

Your computer ate the disc, accepting it just as well as you did. The loading screen appeared, and you watched the sphere spin.

It seemed to last hours before you finally heard a ping.

It's done loading!

You quickly clicked the icon, watching the screen fall black before switching to a pale blue.

As it drifted to the logo,you noticed how it looked extremely pixelated but in a 90's Mario game way.

The title read, 'Stray Kids: Together'

Some clouds jumped in the background, the Play and Settings buttons appearing after a few seconds.

You admired the pastel aesthetic before moving your cursor to click on Play.

Gently clicking on your mouse, it sent you to yet another clouded screen with a small sunset.

Logs set 1

>Bangchan Last opened ?

>Lee Know Last opened ?

>Changbin Last opened ?

>Hyunjin Last opened ?

What type of names are these? You thought.

You noticed that each one didn't have a date log, so you were unsure if they were even opened yet.

Curious, you clicked the first name.

Then, your computer crashed.

You scoffed, cursing the damn old seeming cartridge. The pixels in the opening screen made it seem like it was made in the 90's, but the labeling date was scratched off so you didn't really know.

You were about to shut off your computer before the screen boosted, a light gray flickering against the screen.

You weren't sure what was happening before you saw the command,

Allow microphone access?

> Yes No

You clicked yes.

Allow camera access?

> Yes No

You clicked yes again, and that was when you heard a click, and then the spinning of a disc.

"Hello?"

You heard a voice from nowhere. You bristled, turning around to look in your room. Was someone here?

"Over here,"

Your head whipped back to the screen, only to be met with the most prettiest guy you had ever seen.

"Woah," you mumbled.

He grinned.

"What's your name?" He asked again. Did he have an accent?

"Y/n. You're...Bangchan?" You ask, pulling your chair closer to the desk.

"Your a quick learner,"

You blinked. What now?

"So...are you like an AI? Or, like, how are you speaking to me?" You question, resting your arm on your hand.

His eyes widen. "Uhh, I'm not actually sure. Honestly, I feel real, but I'm not? I don't know if that helps?" He cleared his throat. "But what I do know is that you need someone. You wouldn't be here otherwise,"

"How would you know that?" You jolt. He was spot on.

"I know what I was created for. We all do,"

Wait what?

"Who's we?"

He smiled, his eyes turning into crescents. So beautiful

"You saw the other names, right? There are more of us...more of me," He explained slowly. "Here I was thinking you were a quick learner,"

"Hey!" You both laughed at his comment, then you sighed.

"So, are you all the same? Just look different? What's the deal?"

He spinned, the back of his neck revealing a code. CB97

"No, we are all incredibly different. We couldn't be the same even if we wanted. Different code. I'm the first, so they consider me like...a big brother? We all serve different purposes for whatever you need," he scratched his head, and his hair moved so smoothly.

It was then that you realized that the screen was no longer pixelated like the opening screen, it was now hd, smooth. You could almost see his pores.

"Different purposes? What the hell does that mean, Chan?" You let it slide past, not realizing.

"Chan?" His eyes glistened. "I like it," he grinned, watching your face heat up.

"Purposes Chan," you remind quietly, twirling a piece of your hair.

"Right. Well me, I'm a comforter. I help you when your stressed. Lee know? He's kinda...sexual? He can help with those needs, but he can comfort too. Uhh Changbin, he's more of an amuser. Hyunjin, a relaxer and comforter. Han? He can do literally everything. He's the ace of the group. Felix, comfort. Seungmin? Amuser and sexual. Jeongin, all. You know?"

It was a lot to take In. You didn't even know what half of this meant. At least not yet.

"So if I were horny-" he cut you off.

"Han, Lee Know, Seungmin or Jeongin are your guys." He said, his eyes staring into your own.

You felt yourself flush.

"Are they all as pretty as you?" You whisper, making his face freeze.

"Uh, they are, if not prettier, y/n," he gently smiles, placing his hand flat against the screen.

"You couldn't help me?" You brought your own palm to rest against his, only to be met with a cold surface.

"I wasn't given that programming. If you need help, just log out and meet with one of the others," he explained, his eyes tracing your hand, almost as if to memorize it.

"Oh," was all you could say. "I'm okay, for now," you say with a cheeky smile, making him chuckle.

"Good to hear. You tired yet? It's dark," he asked, making you blink. You turned to look out your window.

Holy shit, it's dark!

"Oh my god i work tomorrow!" You curse yourself, jumping up from your chair.

You heard Chan laughing in the background.

"Can I jump on tomorrow?" You asked him after cleaning up a bit.

"You don't need to ask, y/n. We're yours!" He gleemed, his eyes shimmering in the light.

"Mine..." You repeat. You never really thought if it that way.

"Yes, y/n. Completely and utterly yours. I'm sure the rest will fall for you just as I did," he said.

You looked at him.

"How does a computer fall for me?" You were baffled at this point. What did he mean?

"This computer was coded with feelings," he grinned. "Goodnight, y/n!"

You didn't get to respond before he disappeared.

You were kicked to the opening screen, the pixelated clouds taunted you as they jumped up and down.

You absolutely felt so lucky to have found this game.

Connection found. Now you just need to pursue all eight men.

Tag list: @estella-novella @deadpool15

Digital Boyfriend Series Masterlist

Synopsis:

You were desperate for a connection. All the dates you had before just weren't working, so you went to a local GameStop. You found an old cartridge loosely depicting a dating sim. You took it home, and found eight save files. You look through each one. Banner by @cafekitsune

Warnings:

Fluff, suggestive, smut, language, mentions of death, angst, etc

>Bangchan

>Felix

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Tag list: @estella-novella @deadpool15 @matchacha65 @foreverdebbie @bookishcaptain @boi-bi-ahaha @chansbbgnumberone @whoreforeverythingspice

I'm glad to be included 🤎

1. Heyday by SKZ

2. Desire by Meg Myers

3. Heartbeat by 2pm

4. Darkness at the Heart of my Love by GHOST

5. Runway walk by demrick

Tags: @faunandfloraas @puppyplayhouse @bbokicidal @leenooooooo @writingforstraykids

rules :: when you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag people!

one take me home, ateez

two burning desire, lana del ray

three woke up, xg

four andromeda, gorillaz

five mmmh, kai

tags: @mingtinysworld | @hwakakeri | @songmingisthighs | @xuchiya // tagged whoever came to mind first sorry idk many people here .. 🫠 (not compulsory ofc ^^)

SKZ with Piercings

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Vocalracha

Warnings: needle talk, piercings, sfw and nsfw, language

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Seungmin-

Wouldn’t get any himself. His ears aren’t even pierced. But he doesn’t mind people with them.

Korea doesn’t have many pierced citizens so it’s a bit odd to see them, but he gets used to them quickly.

Loves his partner’s piercings. He admires them both up close and from afar. Loves touching them randomly with his boba eyes wide with curiosity.

Buys jewelry rarely, but makes sure it’s something you’d like.

Doesn’t like it when you hide them with skin colored resin; he thinks it’s you being ashamed of who you are. You explained that you can’t find a job because of them, and all he replied with was, “You don’t need a job. Just let me take care of you.”

Will argue with anyone that looks at you the wrong way.

If you have a tongue piercing, he loves the feeling of you licking the side of his neck, and his nipples. The cool metal causing them to harden underneath you.

Will go with you to get more.

Loves worshipping your belly button piercing with his teeth. Could kiss each and every jewelry without worrying about the time.

Will change your jewelry if you’re too tired or focused on something else.

Will buy jewelry for certain occasions.

Jeongin-

Loves ear piercings; doesn’t plan on any face piercings other than a dermal maybe.

Loves seeing people with such diverse piercings, not knowing you could pierce literally anywhere on the body.

Once he gets used to seeing them, would look on Pinterest for different kinds.

Asks Bangchan and Felix about it since it’s more common in Australia. Loves seeing the fake piercings on his hyungs.

With his partner, I feel it wouldn’t be talked about, but internally, he would be so interested and curious to if they hurt or not. Loves face piercings on you, as well as any other body mods.

Asks if they hurt when he’s had too many drinks, whining at you to not hurt yourself. Loves seeing the silver in your mouth when you smile.

Absolutely adores any star jewelry, buying all that he sees. Stars end up becoming your favorite shape because of him.

Would buy matching star earrings with you.

Pulls your hair back trust to see your studded ears, loving the way they shine.

Cleans your jewelry if he feels they need more attention and wants you to wear clean jewelry.

Makes sure you take care of them properly after some research if you get any more piercings.

Kisses each piercing when he comes back from tour, not having seen you, or them in months.

Picks a favorite and even gives it a name. Something silly like Ruby or Johnathan.

Loves holding your breasts and face while being intimate, the feeling of the cool steel against his hot hand making him twitch inside you.

Forces his tongue into your mouth to press his tongue flat against your piercings. Loves feeling it against his cock, too.

Loves when you push your head int his neck, feeling the metal scratch aggressively against his skin, sometimes leaving scrapes that he has to his later.

i need to get this off my chest..

could i request a seungmin x reader where she just marks up his chest cause.. seungchest supremacy… (add any storyline leading up to it)

SEUNGCHEST SEUNGCHEST SEUNGCHEST

✨Seungchest Supremacy ✨

A/n: Girl- 🫠the things he made me feel when I saw these photos; him in that tank top?!? I literally died. I believe in Seungchest Supremacy 🫡

Warnings: biting, licking, marking, hickeys, MDNI, language, clingy reader, etc

When you watched the video he sent you of him at the Chanel ad, you nearly choked.

Though you had both been together for nearly a year, you had never been intimate. Nor had he ever bothered wearing a tank top. But the new Skz code showed you just how beautiful he had gotten.

And the Chanel ad? You nearly started foaming at the mouth at the sight of your boyfriend.

His neatly cut hair just made him seem more mature, accentuating his features, his gaze sharper.

You watched the Christmas video at least a million times before he texted you he was headed back home.

You counted the hours you had until you saw him again, hoping he was still wearing that beautiful outfit that showed off more than your used to.

Despite it being a suit, you saw that if he bent down, you could see the chest you've been dying to claim.

Yes...you had a but of a marking kink, and Seungmin knew that, but neither of you explored it, thinking it would cross boundaries.

You have never had sex, but light make out sessions were a must.

It was four am, but you were wide awake. You heard the lock click from your seat on the couch, the door creaking open slowly.

He must have thought you were asleep, because he left his bag by the door,.and walked towards your shared room.

"Minnie?" Your voice made him jump and spin towards the couch.

"Baby? Why are you up?" He asked softly, pulling his hat from his head.

You were disappointed to see him in a sweater and a pair of shorts, but he still looked as handsome as ever.

"Wanted to see you..." You muttered back as he grabbed your hand, motioning for you to stand.

You obeyed, and he led you to the bedroom.

"Here, I'm just gonna take a quick shower, okay? Then I'm all yours," he grinned, sitting you in the plush blankets.

"Do you need to? Its been two weeks," you playfully whine, making him laugh.

God, his laugh was like music to you. You wanted to hear it forever.

"Yes, babe. The plane was all stuffy, and I'm sweaty. Just give me five minutes, okay?" He was already grabbing his sleep clothes, noticing the t shirt in his hand.

"Hey, Min?" You stopped him, coming up with a plan. He looked at you.

"I think I'm going to run the heater tonight. You should wear a tank top so you don't burn," you shifted, waiting for his answer.

All he did was nod and replace the clothing in his hands for something cooler, and you internally celebrated when he grabbed his black tank top.

When the door shut behind him, you squirmed with joy, making the bed to get comfortable.

You had the pillows set up a certain way since you were sleeping by yourself for the longest time, but now you move them so you can sleep with your boyfriend.

As promised, five minutes passed, and he emerged from the connecting bathroom red. Hot shower.

A towel wrapped around his head as he scrubbed it against his scalp, making sure it wasn't soaking the pillows, or you.

When he lifted his head from the cloth, you gasped.

His hair stuck to his forehead, shiny under the lighting of your lamp. His facial expression made you clench your thighs together. He tilted his head back with a long sigh.

"I needed that," he groaned, popping his neck.

You finally brought your eyes down to his sleepwear. A black tank, and plaid bottoms.

You have seen his arms before, wearing the same tank top. But that was a year ago before he started going to the gym with the guys.

Now he filled it out, his chest slightly larger, and his shoulders broad and muscly.

You nearly drooled.

"And I need you! Now get in bed!" You giggled, watching as he threw the towel to the side of the bed with a smile.

He climbed up against you, kissing your forehead.

"Someone's needy," he smirked, lying down next to you.

"Always," you respond, making his face flush slightly.

"So, I just want to let you know, that that outfit for your Christmas ad? Fucking hot, Min. Did you bring it home?" You started, tracing patterns onto his hare shoulder.

He choked on air, not used to you swearing.

"What? No-" he cleared his throat. He never handled compliments well. "I-It was a part of their collection. Couldn't take it," He got quiet towards the end, making you smile.

But he didn't acknowledge your compliment.

"Didn't you hear me Seung?" You lifted your head.

"Yes...?" He looked up at you confused. The patterns on his shoulder stopped.

"What did I say then?" You challenge, your face serious.

You wanted him to know just what he did to you. How good he looked. You know he doesn't believe that he looks good, that he isn't as liked as you think. But you wanted to show him.

"That you liked the outfit?" He replied, tilting his head.

He reminded you of a lost puppy.

"Your missing an important part, Min. That you were hot...ARE hot. Wanna hear what my favorite part was?" You leaned down, your hair falling to frame his face.

"I-What? Uhm," he licked his lips. "What was, y/n?" He couldn't look away from you, your body nearly on top of his, filling his senses.

"You've never been one to show off, you know? But recently, your showing more. That outfit did very little to cover your chest. Anytime you moved a certain way, I could see into your suit, Minnie. God! Why show it off to stay before me?" You groaned, resting your chin in his collar bone.

His breathing had gotten heavier as he listened to your pleading words, slightly aroused by your stern tone.

"I never knew you wanted to see my chest that bad. You could've just asked," he muttered, eyes shutting as his cheeks reddened.

You lifted your head again, your lips hovering over his.

"Could I have?"

He was quiet. You both knew that you wouldn't have asked. But he would have given you anything you wanted. Will give you anything you want.

The only reason why you two hadn't had sex is because he wasn't sure if you wanted to. He would never have asked because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

You smiled, leaning in to capture his lips. It was slow, but gradually became more heated as the seconds passed, your body heat fusing with his, your breaths mingling. You pushed your tongue into his mouth,.moaning at the chance to taste him again.

He gripped your hips, grounding himself. He had always loved kissing you. It sent him into a whole new world. He would call it heaven if it made sense.

You pulled away, making him whine.

"Let me see your chest? I'll show you just how much I like it," you waggle your brows, giving him the choice. It was up to him. He sat the pace.

Without a word, he brought his had to the hem, slowly dragging it up his torso, giving you a show.

You sat patiently, enjoying the slow reveal of his beautiful body.

He had a light ab silhouette, making your eyes widen. You didn't know he had abs?! You wanted to lick them, but you stopped yourself. You'll get there later.

Once he brought it over the peak of his chest, he rested the fabric on his collar bones, moving his hand back to his side.

"This okay, baby?" You asked as you brought your head down to his torso, your breath hitting his heated skin.

He nodded. "Please," he whispered, and that was all you need to hear.

Above his left peck, you latched on, sucking gently before sucking harder. You grazed your teeth against his skin, and the sound he made made your eyes roll back.

He whimpered, his eyes shutting from the pleasure. You didn't know he was sensitive here.

You moved all around the nipple, avoiding it on purpose, trying to get a reaction. All you'd get was light moans and whines, but that was enough for you. Any sound of his like these you could listen to forever.

After leaving many marks, you finally brought your hot mouth to his nipple, and flicking the bud with your tongue.

His back arched in the bed, a loud moan eliciting from him. It made you grin against him, nipping lightly at him. He groaned, his hand coming up to fist your hair.

He didn't pull, but held you. It was feather light, and you knew he didn't want to hurt you.

You switched sides, your hand stimulating the one you just sucked, his head turning to the side as he sobbed from the overstimulation. His moan grew louder, his hips jolting up into the air. You looked in your peripheral, his thighs shaking as he dug his heels into the bed.

He's gonna cum, you realized, joy surging through you.

This will be the first time you ever make him cum, and just from marking his chest? Definitely an ego boost.

You go back to focusing on your sweet boyfriend, licking a long stripe from one nipple to the next, constantly switch so each one gets more sensitive.

"Y/n! Please..." He begged, making you pause for just a second to think.

Then you go back to it, sucking harder, but this time, letting your elbow brush against his clothed cock.

You barely touched him, but his head shot back, moaning louder as his hips twitched, his abs convulsing underneath your arm.

He came!

You lift yourself off his chest with a loud 'pop', drool coating your chin as you watched your boyfriend come down from his high.

His lidded eyes looked at you, his face and neck tinted red.

"That felt so good, baby," he mumbled, jaw numb from being open that long.

"You have a sensitive chest, Min. It's cute," you tease, pecking his lips before laying down beside him once again.

"If I knew, I would have told you. Thank you," He said before grabbing your hand, and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss.

"Your welcome. Believe me now?" You twist so your fully facing him.

"Yes..." He was still breathing heavy,.but it was more normal. He flashed you a loving smile before sitting up. "I'm going to change real quick, okay?"

He left to put on a t shirt and a pair of shorts, but you didn't mind. You got what you wanted, and even so, you can't deny the fact he looks good in a shirt.

"I love you, y/n," he kissed your nose after he got comfortable next to you.

"I love you too, Seungmin," You smile before cuddling against him.

I'm in the middle of brainstorming for a Supernatural/Fantasy series for Skz, but I'm not sure what to start with. Could I use some help?

If you can think of anything different, leave a comment! All will be read and appreciated!

Unlikely Scene

Based on this edit

A/n: I watched this edit and literally screamed. I would kill for them fr fr 💀

Warnings: smut? Knife play, blood? Death, Sub reader, knife fucking, fear play? Threesome, penetration, mxm, dom Lee know, switch Seungmin, freaky reader, let me know if I missed anything

You had known for while who your boyfriends were. And it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You were surprised when you first found out, but you were quick to assure them that you were heavily into it.

Ever since the killings had started, and you heard about it from the news, you were more intrigued than scared. You had always had a macabre fascination for murderers and their reasonings. You had studied a lot of them, in fact. Even fell in love with the idea of dating a killer, hoping that he would use it against you if he ever got angry with you. Threaten you with any weapon of their choice. Make you beg.

It made your knees weak just thinking about it.

When you saw that iconic black mask with a face that looked as if it were melting, you felt your heart flutter. Not in fear, but curiosity. The news itself had said each killing had started with a phone call. The killer was male, and enjoyed toying with his victims. That was all they knew. It made you fantasize about him, and how his voice sounded. You had become obsessed with this killer in particular.

To have a notorious serial killer in your lifetime made you squeal in excitement, and not only that, he was in your town! Why you were excited, you didn’t know. You knew that you should be afraid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be.

You kept your doors and windows locked, but you stayed up, wondering who was next. If you knew them. If he was anywhere near you. What type of blade did he use? Did he even use a blade? What if he used just regular kitchen scissors? You couldn’t help it as your mind wandered during the early hours.

You finally drifted to sleep.

The next day, reports were consistently flowing through the news about the new killer, and how the locals had dubbed him Ghostface. The name made you shiver, the sound of it rolling off your tongue in admiration.

How could he have gotten a fan following so quickly?

You unlocked your phone, inputting his name in the tag bar, millions of posts appearing in seconds. You saw pictures of people wearing a similar mask, but you noticed that none of them were the same. It made you wonder if the killers mask was custom made. You also saw fake deaths and pretty girls chewing their bubble gum while calling the guy a creep.

They might be next, you hoped, rolling your eyes.

A couple weeks later, two more deaths were caused at the hands of your new obsession, the people unknown to you. You didn’t lose any sleep over it. But you noticed that the next video caught of him, his body was slightly different. To most people, they wouldn’t notice. But you watched this man closely. The next photo was the same mask. The scuff near the chin and the small indent near the right eye didn’t go unseen by you, but this body was a few inches taller, and his shoulders broader.

That’s not him…is it?

You suddenly doubted yourself, unsure if you were paying enough attention. You cursed at yourself, pulling out your phone, looking at your ghostface file.

Okay. You confirmed that it most definitely wasn’t the same guy. The original was smaller, and more built. This guy was a tall scrawny guy. But the robes and large mask made it hard to see. Even the news people didn’t even notice it. They kept on speaking as if it were your killer. But it wasn’t. You sighed out, suddenly wondering if this was a two man job? Maybe three? Or if this was just a phony that wanted attention.

You sighed, hopping in the shower on your second floor. You didn’t even hear your phone ringing, the shower flooding your ear drums, the steam making you lazy.

When you stepped out, you noticed the missed call. It was from an unknown number, making you shrug, drying your hair. Two minutes later as you’re putting on your shorts, your phone rings again. The same number.

You answer, wiping your legs.

“Hello, y/n,” a raspy voice greeted, making you freeze.

“Hello? Do I know you?” You ask casually, dropping your towel at your feet.

“You might have seen me on tv. I’m a pretty big deal right now, some might say…an icon,” he said, chuckling a bit at the end. You barely caught it.

You had a feeling as to where this was going. You remembered that the news lady said it all started with a phone call. Your breath hitched in your throat, but your insides turned to jello, arousal pooling in your stomach.

“Well, give me a hint, then. What type of people consider you an icon?” You turned slowly, facing your bathroom door, looking passed the hinges into your room. Empty.

“The not so nice people. The ones that want to hurt others…People that crave violence, that worship the wrong god…And guess what? I see that you idolize me, princess. So which type of person are you? You don’t seem violent, just curious,” You could tell he was using a voice changer, but despite knowing it was fake, your thighs clenched together at his on point answer. You breathed deeply.

“I-How did-?” You stuttered, your face flushing. You had all of your Ghostface memorabilia in the guest bedroom, and if he knew that you geeked out over him, that meant he was here. In your home. You were next.

“You must worship the wrong god, sweetheart. Such a shame it has to be you tonight,” he almost sounded genuine, but it was hard to tell with his altered voice. You stepped forward towards your bed, sitting at the edge.

“You’re here?” You whispered, earning a laugh from him.

“Yes, sweetheart. I am.”

Your eyes glazed over, the reality of the situation reaching you before you knew it. A shudder ran through you, and you decided to press your luck. It was silent on the other end, and you took your chance.

“Can I ask you a question, sir?”

You heard a small gasp from him, making you lightly smile.

“Sir? Well with such nice manners, I shall grant you a question or two,” his voice was the same, but the tone turned slightly more playful.

“Are there…are there two of you? I noticed that, you looked a bit different from before…It’s hard to explain-“ you were cut off with a solid answer.

“Yes. There are two of us. A team, if you will,” his voice was thin now, almost reserved, which was so different then the previous playful killer that you had gotten used to in those few minutes.

“Lucky for you, we both came tonight,”

Your eyes widened, unsure how to feel at that statement. Both? What did that mean for you? Are they both gonna try and kill you? Was one here to take pictures while the other stabbed you to death? Your mind wandered, not hearing what he said to you before hanging up.

Your hand dropped to your side, your phone sliding from your palm and onto the floor. You sat still, suddenly aware of the footsteps coming from your hallway. They sounded heavy, and moved with a purpose.

Your eyes caught the black robes as they glided into your room, a knife in his hand. Just one?

He paused in front of you, frozen. You wondered what he was thinking, considering he was wearing the damn mask. You felt your panties sticking to your wet core, making you move your legs. You were desperately hoping he would take the mask off at least once before he killed you. You wanted to see the face of the man that had gotten you hooked over the past few months. It was the least he owed you.

He shifted on his feet, not coming closer.

He almost looked uncomfortable. You tilted your head.

“Were you the one on the phone?” You asked calmly, causing the man to recoil in response.

“I was,” you heard a voice say from your hallway.

You didn’t even hear his steps. When he emerged, he was wearing the same outfit and mask as the other, and you noticed how he was the taller of the two, the one with the broad shoulders. You gasped. He took his palace next to his comrade, towering over both he and you.

“Well?” He cooed, his voice significantly different from how he sounded on the phone. It was lighter and angelic. He could be a singer during the day. He tilted his head as you did to the other, his posture making you feel things you had never felt before.

“Can I see you both? Before you…you know?” You cringe at the thought of death, and the shorter of the two recoiled yet again.

“Why aren’t you running? You should be scared,” he finally spoke, his English slightly broken. Almost as if he was from out of the country.

“Cause she’s fucked up. Ain’t that right sweetheart?” The taller answered for you, making your mouth dry. His voice was so sweet, but his tone condescending. All you could do was stare as thy looked at each other through the masks.

“Let’s let her see. After all, she isn’t gonna be around much longer tonight,” he sighed, almost as if it were a chore.

Your focus was now pointed at them fully, watching the smaller struggle internally before sighing as well, nodding. They both reached for the hems of the masks, tugging the off. At first you couldn’t see their faces, shaking their heads to fix their messy hair. But when they flipped them up, your jaw dropped.

They were absolutely gorgeous. The shorter, his features were sharp, his eyes slanted like a cat. And his lips were thin, his bunny teeth showing as he cringed at the feeling of his hair pointing in every direction. His adams apple shaped like a heart as he tilted his neck to pop it. His gaze was intense as he observed you. His muscular build framed by the robe.

The taller of the two, scrawny, but firm. His broad shoulders held his beautiful face, his cheeks round, and his eyes big and devastating, reminding you of a puppy. His hair brown with a blonde bang. And his lips framed the silver braces shimmering as he smiled.

You fought the urge to make a noise of plea.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” The taller asked with a grin, making you gulp.

You didn’t respond, unsure if there was a right answer or not. You continued looking at them, unable to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together, sighing at the friction.

“Answer me.” His voice deepened, almost like a growl. You gasped when he came to stop in front of you, grabbing your chin to look up at him.

“Are you turned on right now?” He questioned, a mocking tone lacing his voice as he grinned at you.

Your eyes watered slightly, feeling a little spacey.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

He laughed, letting go of your chin, making you whine at the loss of his touch. He stepped back, his grin spreading as he went to whisper something into his friend’s ear. His eyes darkened as he smirked, both turning to you with lust in their gaze.

“Lay down,” the shorter barked the order, and you obeyed immediately, making their eyes widen in shock. They didn’t expect you to comply so easily.

“What should I call you guys?” You mutter, watching as they both went to opposite sides of the bed.

The looked at each other before nodding.

“Lee Know,” the boy said at your right.

“Seungmin,” the one on your left said.

Their names were beautiful to you, and suddenly you wanted to sing them as a mantra, your own prayer. But you held back, not wanting this moment to end.

They both just stared at what you for what felt like hours, your legs brushing against each other to relieve yourself any way you could. Your eyes caught Seungmin gaze, locking onto him as you admired him from your position. You didn’t notice Lee know moving his knife to brush against your throat, making you freeze, eyes widened but still focused on seungmin.

You felt the cool metal brush against your skin, moving lower, reaching your top. He paused before moving above them lower. You whined at the muted feeling of the knife above your clothes, making them both chuckle.

“Your liking this aren’t you, sweetheart? You like Lee Knows knife?” Seungmin cooed, bringing his hand up to caress your face.

You sniffled, “Yes,” you whine, your legs twitching when he pushed the tip of the board into your inner thigh. A slight prick that made you see stars. You turned to look at the other man, watching as he slipped it into the waistband of your shorts.

He used his other hand, using it and the knife to pull them off, immediately noticing you wearing nothing underneath. He groaned, tossing your shorts to the side. You gasped when the blade met your skin again, the sudden chill painful before heating into a deep fire.

“Then you wouldn’t mind him fucking you with it?” Your eyes widened, turning back to Seungmin, seeing his cocky grin. He brushed a hair from your face, raising his brows. “What, sweetheart? You don’t want this? Don’t want us?”

If you were in your right mind, you would be able to tell he was manipulating you, but you were too far gone to care, and you really wanted this. Wanted them.

“I want it! Please! I want it so bad…” you groaned, moving your hips slightly.

Seungmin smiled before watching Lee know flip the knife, placing the handle at your entrance.

The handle with warm from his hands, a deep contrast to the chill of the blade.

“Ready?” Lee Know asked. You barely had the chance to respond as he thrusted the handle in, pressing it to the hilt. The beginning of the blade hit your ass, but he positioned it to where it couldn’t cut you.

You moaned loudly, your back arching as he started thrusting the handle at a steady pace. You whimpered, turning back to Seungmin. He no longer held his mocking smile, instead his face filled with concentration as he watched where Lee Knows hands met your middle, his braces showing from his open mouth.

“You like it, Seungmo? She pretty, ain’t she?” Lee Know slurred, staring at his friend.

“So pretty, Minnie,” he breathed, listening to the squelching of your pussy. He looked up and caught his gaze, both of them staring at each other. It made your toes curl.

Suddenly Lee know pushed forward, capturing seungmin in a kiss. He was caught by surprise, but melted into it, quickly slipping tongue. You watched as you were being fucked, the sight alone enough to make you finish.

You felt the coil in your stomach burn hotter with each second, but it finally snapped when you heard the high pitch moan from seungmin. You came hard as the boys separated, a string of saliva connecting them together.

“Good girl, y/n,” Lee Know mumbled, his lips wet and swollen.

You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing.

You opened your eyes to see them both staring at you, their eyes glossy and focused.

“Did the knife cut you?” Seungmin asked, reaching for your discarded shorts.

You huffed out, not expecting that question.

“No…are you guys gonna…?” You made a slash motion at your neck, watching seungmin look at you hard.

“No…But I have another idea for you,” his playful tone back, he grinned at the two of you.

“Be our girlfriend. Our watchdog. Let us know if anyone’s on to us. I see you already have done plenty of research, sweetheart,” His head tilted as he grinned at you.

You looked at Lee know, and he nodded, smiling. You noticed the slick on the handle of the knife. You reached for it, Lee know flinching, thinking you were going to retaliate. Instead, you brought it to your lips, licking it seductively as you looked at them both.

“I’d be honored,” you giggled, making them smile.

That’s how you all become partners in crime <3

gentle reminder to all the silent readers out there

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Curious Hearts

A/n: I thought of this one night and decided to write it. I hope it's okay. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, obsessed Hyunjin, dom Seungmin, anal, degrading, nickname (pretty), sub space, MDNI! virgin Hyunjin, virginity loss

Felix and Han were roommates, and Seungmin and Hyunjin were roommates. The four of them shared a floor while the others were below them on the second floor, the Tennant's unwilling to switch apartments.

They didn't mind much. That just meant that the four of them were close.

Hyunjin had a lingering crush on Seungmin, and has had one ever since their debut. It left but always ended up creeping back.

He would often watch his fancams and silly videos made by fans, observing how he turned from a cute puppy to something more fierce, his maturing features not helping either.

And his voice! Whenever he would tease others, he would drop it a few octaves, his eyes turning into slits as he poked at the others, trying to get a reaction.

He never did it to Hyunjin, however. He was almost angelic when near him, and though he loved that side of his puppy, he wished he would use that voice on him.

He had told Felix about all of this, and he was so supportive. His jaw dropped however at the last words from the previous conversation.

"I really want him to take my virginity Lix. It practically hurts," He whined, not noting that Han was in the kitchen behind them.

And Han had to go and blab, being him. He just couldn't handle the information, finding it hilarious. Seungmin didn't, however.

When Hyunjin woke up the next morning, he immediately went to make coffee for both he and Seungmin as he normally does, not noting that Seungmin himself was sitting on the couch in the living room waiting for him.

He quietly made his way to the unsuspecting boy, corning him against the counter, his chest pressed flush against his back.

Hyunjin paused, thinking nothing of it.

"Is this right?" He asked the younger, motioning to the cup on the counter.

"Is it true?" His voice was deep, which made Hyunjin flinch, the sound making his body react.

"What?" He tried to turn, but Seungmin wouldn't let him. He didn't realize how strong Seungmin was, feeling the heat from his skin.

"You want me to take your virginity?" His low voice was now a whisper, and Hyunjin felt his soul rush from his body. The breath from him tickling his ear.

"I almost feel honored," Seungmin teased, licking the shell of his ear, bringing one arm up to drag it along his forearm. "But I had to hear it from someone else, Jinnie,"

Hyunjin shuddered when Seungmin interlaced his fingers with his own, his mind suddenly fuzzy and empty, unable to respond the way he wanted to.

"Han of all people, Jinnie," he tsked, pulling Hyunjin to face him. "Want me that bad, huh?" He grinned, noticing the dazed look in Hyunjins eyes, his breathing shallow.

All he could do was nod, making Seungmins head tilt, grin fading.

"Can't speak, Jinnie?" Concern laced his tone, but Hyunjin could tell Seungmin was finding it attractive.

He shook his head, gulping as his eyes slipped from the youngers down his perfect body. He could feel drool forming in his mouth at the sight.

"Do you want this?" Seungmin leaned forward, teasing him, letting his nose brush against his.

"Y-yes...please," was all he could whine before he leaned forward, capturing Seungmin into a kiss.

Seungmin immediately took charge, wrapping his arms around Hyunjins torso, pinning him back against the counter, a small sound coming from him only to be swallowed by the younger.

Seungmin groped at his ass, Hyunjin gasping into the kiss, allowing Seungmin to slip his tongue in, dancing his around Hyunjins as his knee pushed his legs apart, his knee resting against his bulge.

Hyunjin had to break the kiss as he moaned loudly, having never been touched like this by another person. It was so much.

Seungmin grinned as he watched Hyunjin tilt his head back, grinding against his knee.

"Want more..." Hyunjin groaned, the bulge in his neck bobbing from swallowing so much, the drool pooling in his mouth now more apparent.

"More? You want more, pretty?" Seungmin felt Hyunjin twitch in his sweats at the pet name, making him smile.

"You like that? You want me to treat you like a dog in heat, huh?" Hyunjin moaned loudly, grabbing onto Seungmin tightly, grinding harder onto his leg.

Seungmin had no intention of being mean, at least not this time. His words were empty promise, coaxing Hyunjin to finish like he deserved. He watched his face contort in pleasure, nipping at his neck when Hyunjin leaned forward against him.

"You gonna cum, pretty?" He whispered in his ear, earning a shudder and a loose nod.

Seungmin took the chance to force his hand under his shirt, flicking and playing with his sensitive nipples, and then he felt it.

The small shudder that rippled through his body before he stilled, his face turning into a pleasing frown like when he eats, a loud moan coming from his throat as his orgasm crashed onto him. It was the most beautiful thing Seungmin had ever seen.

After it rushed from him, his body became limp, leaning against Seungmin. His breathing slowly went back to normal before he nuzzled against him, sighing into his neck.

"You okay, Jinnie?" Seungmin asked, his voice at it's regular tone as he rubbed Hyunjins back.

It took a while for him to respond, but when he did, it was high and needy.

"More, Minnie, please... Wan' more," Hyunjin didn't sound like himself. He sounded almost childish, which told Seungmin exactly what was going on.

He was in sub space. Seungmin didn't realize how sensitive he was, and figured that if he and Hyunjin were going to continue after this, he would need to be careful not to push him too far.

"You sure, pretty? You seem pretty tired."

The whine that came from him was loud, and almost made Seungmin flinch. Hyunjin palmed at Seungmin in need, touching everywhere he could while leaning against him.

"Come here, Pretty. Let's go to the room okay? You need to lie down," Seungmin explained as softly as he could, leading him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Hyunjin made grabby hands at Seungmin, making him grin but giving in anyway, laying next to him as his neck was attacked with wet kisses, small whines coming from him occasionally.

Seungmin liked seeing Hyunjin so needy, and was flattered that he could let go so easily with him. It made him feel wanted.

"Please touch me," He heard from Hyunjin as he licked his collar bone, making Seungmins breath hitch.

"Come here," He nearly growled, suddenly feeling a surge of need ripple through him.

He sat Hyunjin on his lap, leaning into his neck to leave purple bruises. He tugged at his sweats before his own, quickly discarding any piece of clothing he could before Hyunjin moaned loudly as he fisted his own cock.

Seungmin watched in a daze, amazed at how beautiful he was despite the tears and drool. It almost made him look unreal, and he couldn't wait any longer. He leaned over him, cooing as the tears fell on his face.

"You okay, pretty? Want me to take your virginity, still?"

All he got in response was heavy breathing and an aggressive nod, his eyes boring into Seungmins with want.

He growled as he pushed his fingers into the boys mouth, groaning at how he sucked without instruction, his mind suddenly blank as he focuses on the feeling.

His wet muscle worked his fingers until the throbbed at the suction.

Hyunjin whined, reminding Seungmin what he was about to do. He removed his fingers, Hyunjin following, not wanting to let go. Seungmin shhed him as he brought it down to his entrance, teasing the rim with his own spit, making him squirm underneath him.

"Stay still. I don't want it to hurt, okay?" Seungmin looked into his eyes, hoping to comfort him before slowly pressing one finger in, groaning at the tightness.

Hyunjin immediately whimpered, not used to the feeling, however he wasn't not enjoying it. He loved the feeling of being breached by his crush, his tongue poking out of his mouth slightly at the feeling.

Seungmin pumped into him, waiting before pushing another finger in. It made the older howl as his back lifted from the bed, his eyes squeezed shut.

"You okay, pretty? Tell me how you feel," Seungmin commanded as he watched his fingers get sucked into him.

"So good..I need y-you, please!" Hyunjin writhed under him again, feeling too empty to his liking all of a sudden.

Seungmin chuckled darkly as he brought his fingers out, wiping them on the bed before reaching for his night stand, grabbing the lube.

He made sure he was covered before lining himself at his entrance, slowly pushing in.

The tip was barely in before Hyunjin started whining, grasping at Seungmin for purchase. It felt so good, and he was barely in. He knew Seungmin wanted to ease him into it, but he needed more and he needed it now.

His legs wrapped around Seungmins hips, and before Seungmin could stop him, he pushed his legs against his back, forcing him to bottom out quicker than he intended.

Seungmin let out a loud groan, the constriction on his cock too much for him. Hyunjin whined, moaning as he felt the cock within him twitch. The stretch felt so good, and he wished he could bottle the feeling.

"What the fuck?" Seungmin hissed, the muscles in his arms tightening as he fought the urge to pound into the boy below him.

"Move, please!" Hyunjin moaned, shifting his hips.

Seungmin looked at him with a dazed look, admiring him. He couldn't help but listen, seeing that his ass was so ready for him to take. He slowly thrusted in and out at first, watching the impatience of Hyunjin as he tried meeting his thrusts.

His little whines with each thrust turned into loud moans as Seungmin.started pounding into him at a fast pace, both now vocal with their pleasure.

He kept going, his pace faltering as he neared his orgasm, feeling Hyunjins hole clench around him, closing to his own as well.

Seungmin took the chance to grab Hyunjins cock, and stroked it to match his pace, earning a scream followed by a whimper. It was enough to make Seungmins orgasm crash onto him, filling Hyunjin full of his seed.

After being filled to the brim, Hyunjin stilled as he came, a silent scream was all he give as he felt it release onto his stomach.

Seungmin watched, loving the view. He pulled out after pushing them through both of their highs, quickly rushing to clean them both up. After that, he noticed Hyunjin coming back to him normal state, and curled under the covers with him.

"That was amazing, Seungmin."

He smiled, his heart fluttering.

"Is it what you wanted?" Seungmin asked. He wished he knew before, so he could've spent the last seven years loving him how he deserved.

"It was better," He smiled before drifting off to sleep.

Seungmins eyes widened, not expecting that answer. His heart swelled with pride as he draped his arm over the other, drifting to sleep himself as he breathed in Hyunjins scent.

BONUS:

"Yo! Did you hear that, Lix? Their doing it!" Han squealed from his room, making Felix shake his head with a small smile.

"I don't want to think about that image, Han," He giggled, covering his ears.

"Just wait til I see them next," Han grinned, waggling his brows at Felix. "They're going to hate me."

Can you write something with a very lovesick and obsessed virgin!hyunjin please? ❤️

Movie Lovers

A/n: I'm so happy to receive an ask! And I was really happy to write for another skz member! Thank you!

Warnings: smut, inexperienced Hyunjin!, soft dom! Reader, obsessed Hyunjin, fluff, dry humping, language

You two had been friends for a while. After meeting Hyunjin, you were both inseparable, and you quickly became friends with the rest of his band mates.

It was so easy to be yourself with them. They made you feel welcome.

Three years into the friendship, it was common that you stayed with Hyunjin, and no one questioned it. It was just what was most comfortable for you both, thriving in the others presence.

Every Tuesday and Thursday were your designated movie nights; that was tonight.

You both enjoyed romance and sad movies, so that was normally your go to. It wasn't often, however, that there were intimate scenes. You both tried to avoid those, but you had seen a really good movie you thought he would like, convincing him to watch it.

You though that scenes like that made him uncomfortable, and assured him that you could skip it, that it wasn't essential to the plot.

But in all honestly, if he were to watch something like that with you right next to him, he would lose his mind.

He had been crushing on you for about a year now, and you still had no idea.

He didn't want to imagine you in such unholy ways, especially because he doesn't even know if he's imagining things right. He had never seen a woman. He didn't even watch porn, but he knew all about that stuff.

It almost made it unbearable when he was hard at night, not knowing what you look like underneath your clothes.

He admits, your sexy with them on, but if he could see you without them, just once, he'd die happy.

You both spread out on the queen bed in his room, legs tangled as you both cuddled under the blanket. You started the movie.

About forty minutes in, the sex scene was about to start.

"You want me to skip it?" You whisper, unsure if he was awake or not. He had a habit of falling asleep on movie nights.

"No, it's okay. Just leave it," he responded. He sounded interested in it, so you let it be, enjoying the characters in the screen.

As it slowly picked up the pace, Hyunjin couldn't help but imagine it as he and you, tensing as he noticed his breathing getting heavier. You were basically attached, and he didn't want you catching scent of how he was feeling.

He could feel himself hardening in his sweats, his body reacting to the moans on the screen.

He wondered what yours would sound like.

You felt the heat coming from his body, turning to look at him.

His eyes were glued to the screen, deeply focused. You noticed the light sweat that breached his hairline, and the way his nostrils flared with each breath. His lips parted slightly as his teeth clipped his bottom lip, a small hiss could be heard.

His shoulders lifted and fell quickly, telling you that he was being affected by the heated sex on the screen. It made you grin.

It was no secret that you found him attractive, but the secret was that you had been wanting to be more than friends.

Ever since you met him, he was a charming gentleman that loved to make you laugh.

He was everything you needed in this world.

The sight before you tonight however, was not one you realized you needed. You could feel the wetness sticking against the fabric of your panties.

"Hyunjin?" He didn't respond to you, still looking at the screen with glazed eyes. His breathing stayed consistent, but still heavier than normal.

You brought your hand to his forehead, feeling the burn that boiled his beautiful skin.

He jumped at the contact, glancing at you, the screen, and back before blinking the blur from them.

"Yeah?"

You looked at his soft eyes with your own, asking, "You feeling okay? Your burning up."

His eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a little warm is all," He sighed, tugging at the blanket around the both of your shoulders.

Just then you realized that your legs were on his in a weird position, your body heat falling into his own. You felt bad, so you started to move.

"Sorry about that, Jinnie," You apologize before pulling the blanket from him, making him wince from the air filled room.

"Wait! Don't move your leg," He said suddenly, making you freeze.

"What? Why?" You were halfway off of him, the blanket completely gone from his body. Your leg was still draped over his, and the longer you waited for a reason, the more uncomfortable it became.

"I'm about to get a cramp, Jin. I'm moving my leg,"

Before he could protest, you tugged your leg from his own, his heavy leg stopping you mid tug.

That was when you felt something that you probably shouldn't have.

At the sudden friction, he let out a strangled whimper, quickly bringing his hand to cover his face.

Your eyes widened, not expecting to find your best friend hard with you draped over him.

"Hyunjin?" You stopped moving your leg, your thigh now pressed flush against his boner.

"I'm sorry. I got a little worked up. Just ignore it, it'll go away," He muttered through his fingers.

"The movie?" You asked, grabbing his wrist to pull it from his face.

"No...Yes? Kinda... I don't know!" He was flustered, you could tell.

Whenever he got embarrassed, he would frown and smile at the same time, making him look a lot younger than he actually was.

"What do you mean, Jinnie? What's got you all worked up?" You unintentionally flexed your leg, trying to get more comfortable, only to get another whine from him.

"Just some thoughts, y/n," he tilted his head back, closing his eyes, and let out a long breath.

You felt his cock twitch in his pants, making you grin slightly.

"Explain it to me. What were you thinking about?" You brought your hand up to his chest, brushing circles against his collar bone.

"Just you..." He shivered, his eyes widening once he realized what he just said.

"Wait...No i-"

"Me Jinnie? Thinking about me doing what?" You smile coyly at him, making him swallow hard.

He didn't mean to say it, but when he did, he expected you to freak out. Instead you leaned in closer. It made him impossibly harder.

"I just...I was imagining those people as us," He let out a shaky sigh, looking back down to you.

"Really? You want those things?" You ask him, bringing your hand to his neck.

"Yes," He breathed, his eyes lidded, glazed over with lust.

You thought he looked like a statue in this moment, one that would keep on display indefinitely.

"With me?" You asked as you leaned closer, both of your breaths mingling. He looked so angelic, it nearly killed you.

"Please, y/n..."

It was all you needed to close the gap, kissing him hard. You could tell you were his first kiss, but it didn't make the experience any less than. It somehow made it better.

Knowing that you were the first to do these things to him, that he trusted you enough to care for him.

And he felt the same way. He didn't know what he was doing, but he knew that you wouldn't care. That you would teach him properly.

He was yours.

You nipped at his bottom lip, asking for entrance, but Hyunjin didn't know. You figured that out, so you pushed your leg against him again, making him gasp into the kiss, your tongue swallowing all of his sweet moans.

You grabbed at his collar, leaning backwards, pulling him on top of you. Your thigh was still in-between his legs.

He pulled away from the kiss, his breathing ragged as he watched the mixture of both of your saliva drip from his mouth to your cheek. He thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

"You want to feel good, baby?" You ask him, waiting for his answer. You wanted to leave the pace to him.

He nodded, making you smile sweetly at him. His tall, broad frame hovered over yours, yet you were the one in control, and he loved it.

"Make yourself feel good, then. Maybe I'll give you something a bit extra," You nod towards your thigh, making him whine, his brows furrowing.

"How..?" He honestly didn't know how. And it made you coo at him.

His confused look made you hotter, the wetness in between your own legs growing.

You lifted your leg, brushing against him. He sighed at the light contact, suddenly connecting what he needs to do.

He grinded his hips down into your plush flesh, a loud moan escaping from his throat. You felt how hard he was beneath his sweats, and you could tell he was above average in length.

You were getting impatient, but stayed still for him, loving his sounds.

He kept grinding into you, his hands placed on either side of your head. He loved the way the softness of your leg encompassed his clothed dick, the inner lining of his pants brushing against his slit perfectly.

His pace began to quicken, the sweat on his face more noticeable than before. His eyes squeezed shut at the feeling in his core, never having experienced it before.

He opened his eyes, letting a groan out at the sight. With each thrust, your entire body went with him. Your eyes watching his expressions with a grin, just letting him get off by using you. It made him cum quicker than he realized, his body convulsing at the force, but he tried his best not to put his body weight on you.

As he let out one last final moan, you hugged him, rubbing his back as he came down from his high, his hips giving one last final rut into your leg.

His breathing slowed, returning to normal after a few minutes.

"You okay, Jinnie?" You whisper. You let your hand run through his sweaty mullet, hoping he was comfortable.

"I'm amazing," He let's out with a shaky breath. "I've never done that before," he lifted his head to rest his chin in between your breasts.

"No ones touched you before?" You found it hard to believe, since he is the sexiest man alive.

He nodded, "I've never even touched myself, you know? I wanted to wait for the right person," he explained. His eyes shook, embarrassment creeping onto his features.

You could tell that he was sensitive right now, probably from his orgasm, so you decided to skip teasing, and save it for later.

"Well I'm honored that I could help you out-" you smile, but noticed the look on his face fell. "What is it, Jin?"

"I was kinda hoping we could be something more. More than friends, I mean," He was still avoiding your gaze, now pinching your skin in between his fingers.

"You like me? Like, like me?" You were confused. You had liked him for years, but never thought he reciprocated the feelings.

He finally looked at you.

"I have for a a very long time, y/ninnie. I can't believe you couldn't see it. The others did, but I told them not to say anything," His eyes glowed with a loving gaze as he stared at you in silent questioning, and it made your heart swell.

"So you want me to be your girlfriend?" You asked, your smile widening by the second.

"Yes! My god, y/n! Yes," He pretended to be annoyed, but the smile on his face said otherwise, making you smile.

"Fine. But you have to be my boyfriend," you tease, poking his cheek.

"One would think those two things go together," he grins.

"Just had to make sure."

You both lied down together in his bed, turning the tv off as you embraced one another.

The first night you share together is absolutely priceless, and your glad you found him.

Thanks anon for the ask! Hope you like it!🤎

Pictures you'd take of your best friend! Bangchan🐺

🔋Masterlist 🔋

Sweatyracoons Masterlist! Most works are 18+ MDNI

Updated: Mar 24 2025

Bangchan

Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin

Series

Digital Boyfriend Masterlist

Poor Seungmin Masterlist

Curious Little Thing, Aren't You?

I write member x member as well as x male or x gn reader. Feel free to leave requests! They are highly appreciated and give me ideas. <3

Divider by @cafekitsune

Lollipop

A/n: I really want to kiss him and feel his tongue wrap around mine

Warning: suggestive, make out session, kissing, sharing a sucker, language

You watched your best friend open his sucker, his phone in his hand.

You heard faint music coming from the speaker, the volume low as to not disturb you.

You were trying to study for an upcoming test, and opted to do it at his dorm. He agreed, letting you read at his desk, his own lanky body sprawled across his queen bed.

He scrolled, the audio changing with each swipe. It wasn't distracting you, considering you weren't even studying in the first place, but he didn't know that.

You watched him, admiring his sharp side profile, his hair covering his forehead, the blonde highlights framing his eyes as they gazed at the screen, oblivious if your staring.

You sighed, a little too loud making him look at you. He smiled, showing you his beautiful braces.

"What's wrong?" He asked, taking the lolipop from his mouth. It was green.

"Nothing," He watched your eyes drift towards his sucker, making his eyebrows raise in question.

"Want one?" He asked, swinging the stick around gently, letting you know what he meant.

"Sure," you reply, walking towards his bed.

You stopped in front of where he sat on the edge, your thoughts suddenly becoming louder.

He's on the edge! If he spreads his legs just a bit farther, I could move in between them!

He reaches to the candy jar behind his lamp, asking what flavor. Thats when you get a brilliant idea.

"I want yours," you said, innocently smiling. He nods, grabbing a green sucker.

When he holds it out to you, you hesitate, making him cock his head to the side.

"No. I want yours," you repeat, looking at his sucker as if it were gold. He took a bit longer before his eyes widened in understanding, not moving.

You grin, bringing your head down to meet his sucker, your tongue poking out to give it a swift kitten lick.

You could hear his breath hitch, his hand twitching from holding it in the air for longer than normal. He made no effort to move away, enthralled by what you were doing.

Your tongue swirled around the sweet orb, your face purposefully making lewd faces, your mouth spilling gentle moans. You finally brought your hand up to take the stick from his fingers, shoving it fully into your mouth, dousing it with your saliva.

When you pulled it out, a string connected the candy to you, the sight alone not only arousing him, but also you, the heat pooling in your stomach obvious.

You saw Seungmin swallow hard, his Adams apple bobbing. You chuckled.

You brought your knee in between his, spreading them suddenly making him gasp. He leaned back, his arms bracing him against the bed as he watched you straddle his hips.

His breathing was heavy, his eyes lidded, but he never moved to stop you. Maybe he had feelings for you too.

You brought the sucker out of your mouth once again with a loud pop, bring it to rest against his lips, beckoning him to open.

His complied, letting you slip it between his parted lips. When he closed them, he gently sucked, moaning at the taste of you and the sucker, his eyes rolling back.

His sucking became rough, the noises noticable in the hot but quiet room.

"Go ahead, Seungie. Bite." You whispered, rolling your hips down against his thigh.

He bit down harder than he intended, but relished in the sight of you smiling at his obedience.

When you pulled the stick out, candy no longer coated it. You tossed it behind you without a care, and before Seungmin could complain, you dived in to kiss him.

He kissed back with equal force, both of you tilting your heads for better access.

You nipped at his bottom lip, seeking entrance, to which he granted. He felt your tongue brush against his, collecting some of the crushed candy before bringing back into your own, moaning at all of the flavors. He pushed more into your hot mouth, loving the feeling.

The kiss finally broke when you both needed air, looking at each other.

"That was a really good sucker, Seungmin." You said, smiling. He grinned back, nodding.

"Yeah, but I think I liked you better," His words made your heart flutter, finally glad to have him like this.

"Are you confessing to me?" You teased, poking his chest.

"Want another sucker?"

You both grinned.

Poor Seungmin pt.2

A/n: I originally wrote this once before, and it didn't save. Sorry it took so long!! I already have an idea for part three. Let me know if you want to see it!

Warnings: mentions of rut, rut suppressants, mxmxm, mentions of false stepcest, smut, oral, horny Seungmin

MINORS DNI. Pt1

Seungmin woke with a jolt, the sun barely creeping through the closed curtains, burning his unopened eyes.

His body ached like crazy, all he could do was lay there until he felt enough energy to sit up.

He groaned, stretching, letting the tension escape from his body, tilting his neck towards his roommate bed. But Chan wasn't there.

At the sight of his leader gone, all of the memories of the previous night came back to him. His stomach dropped.

He experienced his first ever rut, and though it wasn't as bad as a normal hybrids, it was still anxiety inducing. And Chan was there.

No. He wasn't just there, he helped. Chan cared for him any way he could, and helped him get over it. Without question.

Seungmin brought his hands to his face in embarrassment, his face red at the thought.

Chan must've been uncomfortable, or felt obligated since he was the younger of the two. It made Seungmin twitch in fear, having to face him after this.

With a sigh, he made his way to get ready for the day, not looking forward to meeting with his team.

Walking as slowly as possible to the practice room, he contemplated what his words should be if Chan were to confront him. He wasn't sure what was going to go down, so he wanted to be prepared.

He heard the members shouting from inside, signalling that there was already drama. Han probably was complaining about Minho touching his ass, Changbin touching Hyunjin to the point of suffocating, Felix watching with a smile so innocent it hurt.

When Seungmin walked in, he saw that he was wrong.

They were sitting in a jumbled circle, Chan standing from his spot. When the door snapped shut, it drew their attention towards him.

"Hi puppy," Hyunjin grinned.

Any other day, it wouldn't have affected Seungmin, but after the previous night, he flushed at the name.

He was an abnormal hybrid, most of his family were puppy hybrids. His father was a featureless hybrid, and so was he.

"Hyunjin!" Chan shouted with a whisper, nudging him harshly with his foot.

"What-?" He whined, grabbing where he was kicked. It was obviously an act, making Seungmins chest loosen a bit.

"You told them?" Was all Seungmin could say before Chan opened his mouth again.

Chan nodded solemnly.

"All of them?" Seungmin question again, feeling his heart sink. No one was looking at him like they normally do. Now it was pity and concern.

"Yes," Chan answered, eyeing him, checking for any discomfort. Seungmins eyes watered.

"I'm so sorry Chan, I had no idea that I could-" Seungmin was interrupted by Chan rushing to grab him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

The rest of them stood, following their leaders movements, forming a group hug.

"Shh, don't worry about it. I know it's not your fault, yeah? Can't control it, Seung." Chan said, caressing his head. Seungmin let out a sniffle, tears falling.

"You didn't have to do that, though. I shouldn't have made you feel like you had to do something like that," Seungmin whined, guilt eating up at him.

Chan chuckled, pulling back just enough to look at him.

"I did that because I care for you, Minnie. I wouldn't have done that if I weren't comfortable, okay? Don't cry," He brought his hand up to wipe at the youngers tears, easing the tension he was feeling.

"And we feel the same, too," Han said, confusing Seungmin.

He tilted his head, making his members see his puppy-like features closer.

"I mean, we will help too, of course! We will take care of you, Min," Han continued, smiling brightly.

When Seungmin finally understood, he felt the flush creeping once again. He shook his head.

"No, no, guys. You really don't have-"

"We want to. Whatever you need, we're willing to give," Minho cut him off, hugging him from behind, his arms secure around his waist.

Seungmin was now a blushing mess, unable to form anymore words.

"I don't know what I'd do without you guys,"

A few months later, his rut still hadn't appeared. When he talked to his father about it, he explained that for them it was different. It was more random and spread out.

No set time.

He relayed the information to the guys, trying to get a better understanding.

Seungmin had once mentioned rut suppressants, but it would effect his dancing, and the company wouldn't allow such a thing.

The boys reassured him that they would rather help him through it than risk his talents.

They didn't bring it up unless it was necessary, and Seungmin was grateful for them. They made him feel normal.

After Felix, Jeongin and him sang their portions at the studio, the three of them decided to return to their dorms to play some games.

In the midst of a racing game between the three of them, Seungmin felt it.

He became hotter, his vision blurring slightly, the edge of the screen dancing in waves. His chest vegan to tighten, his fingers no longer moving against the controller.

It wasn't obvious at first, but when his shallow breathing turned into pants, and his car on the screen stopped moving completely, the other two noticed.

"Seungmin? You okay?" Felix asked from his left, pausing the game.

"I-I don't know..." He whispered. He couldn't speak any louder, his throat burning.

"What do you mean? Do you feel like your going to be sick?" Jeongin asked, reaching to turn off the console.

Their faces were etched with concern, both now fully focused on Seungmin, watching his his shoulders swelled with each breath.

"No, this is- is something else," Hi words now came out as a whine, surprising himself.

His eyes folded, lidded, his eyes glazed over, his mind fogging. It felt familiar but foreign at the same time. Then it hit him.

"No!" He moaned, falling into his back, his hands resting in his chest. His breathing was now ragged, loud in the quiet room.

Felix and Jeongin exchanged a look.

"Rut?" Felix voiced, making Seungmin nod.

The two noticed the growing tent in Seungmins shorts, looking at each other once again before nodding.

"You guys-" Seungmin let out a whine when he felt Felixs hand grab his. "You guys don't have to do anything..."

Seungmin hated making his friends feel obligated, but they both assured him that they wanted to help.

Felix brought Seungmins hand up to his face to gently kiss his palm. The small action was enough to make Seungmins insides explode with desire. For what, he didn't know.

"It's okay, just relax. Let us take care of you, pup,"

The name alone made Seungmin moan, his legs twitching under their gaze.

Jeongin reached for the waistband of his shorts, tugging in silent question.

"Please-" He answered, then felt the cold air hit his pulsing cock.

It made him jolt, twisting his head to the side as he whined. Felix grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting up his chest slowly, waiting until Seungmin arched his back to pull it up further to keep it from coming down.

He stopped when it reached just about his nipples, coming down to breath on them, watching them harden at his attention.

Seungmin squirmed at his actions, mewling as his lips attached to his nipple suddenly.

Jeongin grabbed the base of his cock, licking the tip, brushing over his slit. His precum coated his tongue before bobbing his head down, feeling the vein running along his shaft.

Seungmin moaned his neck arching, his hand twisting into Felix's scalp as he relished in the pleasure he was receiving.

His mouth hung open, tongue poking out, his braces on display, glistening from his spit. Drool dripped down his chin, his sweat making his hair stick to his forehead.

If any of the others were here, they would've heard Seungmin in all of his glory. Vocalists really made the most beautiful noises.

The slurping sounds from Jeongin became louder after he removed his hand, deep throating his hyung, his nose brushing against his pelvic bone at each bounce. His jaw slacked, throat constricting against his sensitive tip. Seungmin felt the rush building inside of him, building like a dam.

Felix was still mercilessly sucking at his chest, leaving purple bruises along his torso.

"Ah, Lix-xie, more, ah!" He felt himself coming closer to the edge, but he needed more.

Felix lifted his head and saw Seungmin, all in his fucked out face. He couldn't help but coo at him.

"Awe, poor puppy," he teased, caressing his face.

Seungmin responded with a whimper, one that reached inside Felix, all the way to his dick. But this wasn't about him. It was about Seungmin, and making him feel better about who he is.

His lips were shining with saliva, and his braces looked as if they had glitter on them. And his tongue. It looked so soft. Felix leaned in without thinking, locking his lips onto Seungmins.

Their mouths met in an aggressive clash, Seungmin too far gone to care about a set pace. Their lips came together in a rough fight, Felix securing his, shoving it into his throat. Seungmins wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pleading for more.

Jeongin saw this from his position, moaning on Seungmins length, aroused by the sight of the demanding kiss.

The vibrations were enough to send Seungmin over the edge, cumming deep into Jeongins throat. He swallowed it graciously, sucking him through his high before he tried moving away from overstimulation.

The kiss broke, all three of them breathing hard. Seungmins eyes fluttered, exhausted from the moment that was shared between them.

"I'm so sorry-" He groaned, bringing his hands to cover his face.

Jeongin tugged his shorts back up his legs, grinning. "Don't be. That was nice,"

Seungmin spread his fingers to gaze at them though the small space.

"What?"

"We liked it, Min," Felix giggled, pulling his shirt back down his chest, now fully clothed once again.

"I-it-...Thank you," was all Seungmin could say to his friends, feeling his hands drop from his face.

They both smiled at him, helping him up. They all made their way to the couch in the living room, snuggling against each other. Felix first, Seungmin second, his head in his lap, and then Jeongin, with Seungmins feet wrapped up on his legs.

A blanket wrapped around them, a movie playing in the background. Felix was scratching Seungmins scalp, lulling him to sleep.

A few hours later, the rest of the members made it to the dorm, seeing a sleeping Seungmin and Jeongin. Felix was still awake.

"Hey guys," Changbin said before being shushed by Felix. They looked at him in confusion.

"Chan was right. Seungmin really is sexy when he's so worked up."

Chan grinned while the others wished they didn't miss it.

For the people who liked my 'will there be a part two' 🤎

@palecoffeeruins @dreamerwasfound @queen-in-the-shadows

Kiss Cam

Notes: if anyone has any ideas on things for me to write, feel free to let me know. I need fresh ideas~

Summary: You were at a hockey game, and when the kiss Cam laned on you and the random but cute guy at your side, you didn't know what to do.

Warnings: none? Just cute Seungmin and some fluff. Possible language

You shivered as you felt the chill coming from the ice in front of you.

The game was about to start, and after finding your spot in the audience, you sat for what felt like forever.

You were supposed to be here with your friends,but they cancelled last minute, only allowing you to attend the sports game.

You didn't know much about hockey; it was mostly your friends. You enjoyed the fights that broke out occasionally, but that was about it.

Still, you came anyway, not wanting to waste the ticket.

You put on your sweater as another chill brushed against your skin, feeling the goosebumps rise on your flesh.

A loud buzzer went off before an announcer started to speak, letting us know what teams were playing, and their previous scores.

The lights dimmed lightly, a spotlight shining on the floor of ice, the men slowly skating their way out individually.

You watched, delighted, before hearing a group of boys to your left. They were quiet and respectful of those around them, but you felt a nudge in your shoulder, and then another. You turned.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. Are you alright?"

The voice itself was beautiful. When your eyes met his, the slant in his lids hid most of his iris, but his expression almost made his eyes look larger than they really were. His face was long but puffy, giving him the look of a worried puppy.

"I'm okay, thank you," You respond back, thankful for the dim lighting. You could feel the heat reaching your ears, hinting that you were blushing.

He smiled and then nodded before turning to the game that was beginning. You stared a bit longer.

He was wearing a snapback cap with a logo on it. You were sure it was in support of one of the teams, but it was too dark for you to see.

He wore a baggy jersey with a white sleeve underneath, and baggy pale jeans. When he sat, his pants outlined his thin long, legs. His hands were wrapped around a styrofoam cup, filled with some sort of beverage.

The buzzer went off again, snapping your from your thoughts.

One of the teams scored. As the boys jumped up from their spots to cheer, you did as well, suddenly choosing a side. What side? You had no clue.

It was nice seeing the boy next to you smile. It was contagious. It was also then that you caught a glimpse of his braces.

The light refracted from them, letting you see that he opted for no rubber bands. Just the natural silver.

They looked beautiful on him.

"Want some popcorn? I can't have any," He asked you suddenly when you all sat down.

You looked at him with surprise, looking down to see him holding a half empty bag of orange kernals.

"Oh! No thank you, that's very sweet. I don't eat popcorn," That was a lie, but it felt wrong to enjoy something if he couldn't. Not Infront of him at least.

"Me neither. Braces," He pointed out. He didn't physically show you, but you knew anyway.

"Ah...That must suck," You said, turning your full attention to him.

"It really does. I'm Seungmin by the way,"

"Y/n,"

His eyes sparkle a bit, a smile flooding his face. "That's pretty," He muttered more to himself than you, but you heard it anyway.

Break time came up quicker than you expected, meaning there would be games and raffles going on on the ice.

Most of the guys from his side went off to get more food or go to the restroom, but Seungmin stayed and chatted with you.

"What is your job?" He asked you, bringing the straw to his lips.

"I'm an artist. I do paintings and stuff for people. I also sculpt and do interior design. It just depends on what the customer needs," You say quietly, not wanting judgement.

You parents weren't too happy about your occupation, but it made you happy.

Despite thinking that way, you saw his face brighten.

"That's awesome! Maybe you could do one for me? I have so much empty space!" He exclaimed, pulling out his phone.

"Your just trying to make me feel better," you laugh, fisting the material of your pants.

This guy was making your heart flutter, and it made you anxious.

"No, no! I mean it-" He looks up at you. "Hyunjin would think this is awesome too! One of my friends, who happens to be with me tonight, actually," He says, smiling.

"Oh really? Does he do art?"

After you asked, Seungmin pulled up numerous pictures of Hyunjins art, and all you could do was gape at them.

They were beautiful, and all had meaning and expression. Your stuff came from other people's minds while his was from his own.

"Hey Seungmin, I got you another soda," A man with a deep voice said suddenly, making your conversation partner turn.

"Thanks Felix,"

Most of the guys from his side were back, all chatting amongst themselves. They almost seemed like brothers.

Another loose announcement blared overhead, but you barely payed it any mind.

Your conversation with Seungmin was more important to you.

For another seven minutes, the two of you talked without interruption. You found that his favorite color was purple, that he had only had his braces for a year, and that his friends calls him puppy.

You were shocked since you thought he looked like one. Maybe it wasn't just you imagining things.

Before you could continue, Felix nudged Seungmin, making him nearly bump into you.

"Felix, what the hell? Watch what your doing," Seungmin gasped, glaring at his friend.

Felix didn't even apologize. All he could do was giggle and point towards the four screened monster above everyone's heads.

There was a frame around the exterior of the screen labeled, kiss cam, and on that screen was both Seungmin and you.

Your breath caught in your throat, almost choking you. You could hear Seungmin besides you, his breathing not like it was.

"Wait, what?" He whispered, looking at the moniters with confusion.

"Kiss her, man!" One of the boys said besides Seungmin. Blush rised to your cheeks.

"Just do it," another said.

People around you started cheering, including the announcers. Claps could be heard, occasional whistles, and feet stomping on the steel panels below the chairs.

"Kiss cam? Why me?" You screech, looking to Seungmin slowly.

He did the same, his Adams apple twitching as he swallows...hard.

"Come on you two! Just give us a kiss for luck before the game!" One of the announcers say, causing the surrounding people to agree. They started a chant.

The pressure was on.

"Should we just...do it? I don't know if they'll leave us alone until we do," Seungmin whispered to you, making you nod quickly.

There was nothing you could do except follow his words. Your brain was no longer working because of the noise and sudden attention.

It was too much for you.

But you wouldn't deny this beautiful boy a kiss, even if it were under different circumstances.

"Ready?" He asked, his breath against your face.

You didn't realize how close he got. You nod.

"Words, pup," He says again, not moving until your permission is voiced.

"Yes, Seungmin," The pet name he gave you sent a shiver down your spine.

Leaning in, you both finally met in the middle, both of your lips coming together in a gentle twist.

His lips were insanely soft, and his breathing was mixing with yours as your head tilted to the side.

He did the same, allowing the kiss to deepen.

You didn't even hear the cheers or the mocking of his friends anymore. All you could feel was him. All you could comprehend was him.

He was filling your senses to the brim, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders.

You smiled against him, pulling away even thought you didn't want to.

He didn't either, because when you pulled away, his lips chased your own, trying to find one another again.

"Well done! A kiss like that will make mighty fine luck!" The announcer yelled, bringing you back to reality.

Your eyes widen as your hand moves to your mouth, covering it in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Seungmin. I got a bit carried away..." You look back at the ice, seeing the game has started yet again.

"No it's alright, I don't mind," He giggles lightly, also turning back to the game.

"I've never kissed someone with braces," You say after a while, not liking the silence between the two of you.

He looked at you with a smirk. "Was it bad?"

"No! Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually..."

His smirk turned into a look of relief. "Thank God," His words made you laugh.

"Could I maybe, get your number, or something?" He asks you. You pull out your phone, handing it to him.

"Absolutely,"

Before the game ended, you both named each other in the others contact, and provided each other a profile picture.

He was your Minnie🐶 and you were his_____.

"I'll message you when we get back to the hotel, okay? Maybe we can hang out or something?" He tells you before you all stood, getting ready to leave.

"I would like that,"

"Me too,"

Touch Me Up

Summary: Your a new employee to JYP studios, and have been assigned to the group of Stray Kids; a makeup artist. What happens when one of the members catch interest in you?

Warnings: None?

Genre: Fluff

You watched as each of the boys took their turns for their photoshoot, barely making it in time to replace the other makeup artist. Her shift just ended, meaning yours will start in another five minutes.

It was difficult knowing when you were needed due to constant changes in schedules, for both the idols and the employees that support them.

You had only been with them a month, still learning about Korea itself and it's language.

You moved from America a little over five months ago hoping for a new start. And you were lucky to have landed yourself where you were job wise.

You saw the shades the boys were wearing, and intrigued by the theme. What was the theme? You couldn't tell, honestly.

But they did, however, look hot.

They are still in their ATE era, and their ideas have been pretty successful so far, so you weren't worried.

STAY have really enjoyed all that they had released. Including you.

You would never say it out loud to the boys, but you were probably one of their biggest fans.

"Y/n! We need you over here!" You heard someone say, making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Coming!" You responded, walking towards the man, your bag of makeup slung loosely around your shoulder.

When you stopped where you were needed, you saw a flash of green in your peripheral, making you turn.

You caught eyes with Seungmins, making your breath hitch. His hair was still quite long. You thought he was going to cut it, but I guess not yet.

It was fluffier than usual, making it look as soft as a cloud, and it was still his natural black hue, light bouncing off, shining to your eyes.

"What do you need, Minnie?" You asked him, digging through your bag.

"Touch me up," He said, looking at you without expression.

Your face turned red. You knew what he meant, but your mind can't help but take what he said out of proportion.

When you had the gloss in hand, you turned back, only to see him grinning.

"Touch up my makeup," He repeats, making it clear what he wants.

"I know what you meant," You mutter before twisting the cap, hearing a loud pop as you pulled the brush from the cap.

His smile closed, leaving his dimples on display while you brush it gently against his lips, not wanting the color to be too strong.

As you pushed it against his plump flesh, you saw the indent from the brush moving with you, making them appear larger than they are for a short while.

Moving from the bottom lip to the top, you watched as the same thing happened, focusing on the way his breath feels on your working hand.

You didn't dare look at his eyes, knowing that they were focused on you, staring deeply into your own.

His nose twitched slightly, making you halt your motions.

"Now press them together, please," You say, pushing the brush back into the tube before twisting it the opposite direction, sealing it shut.

He does as you request, but insanely slow, teasing you with amusement. All you could do was watch.

"Like what you see?" He grins, grabbing his hat on the chair next to him.

"Wha-wait what? No I'm just making sure it looks okay," You say flustered.

To make it look like you were telling the truth, you bring your hand up to his face, your fingers targeting his lips. You gently caress his bottom lip with your finger, swiping the under part to get the excess gloss.

His breath hitches along with yours, but before you could take your hand from him, he grabbed your wrist with his slender one, holding it in place.

"Am I good now?" He asks quietly, staring at you.

"Yes," You breathe back, not looking away.

His smile is small, but it's there.

He turns his head and nuzzles into your open palm, making your thoughts and heart race.

He places a light kiss to your hand, finally letting go.

"I'll see you later, y/n," He says with a wink, slowly walking backwards. "Don't leave,"

Your eyes widened, processing what he's saying incredibly slow. But once you understood, you nodded.

"See you,"

📷 STILL FRAMES ( stray kids )

❛ After fainting during a photography class outing, you're tenderly cared for by a seemingly cold classmate, Seungmin, leading to an unexpected and heartwarming connection between the two of you.

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The summer sun blazed with an intensity that bordered on cruelty, its golden rays casting a relentless furnace upon the cityscape. The air shimmered with the heat, every street and alley seemingly wincing under the oppressive glare. The heavens above were a fierce, unyielding expanse of cerulean, devoid of mercy or shade.

Amidst this searing trial, you navigated the urban labyrinth, your every step a testament to perseverance. Your digital camera, a faithful companion clutched in your hand, was your shield against the unrelenting heat. It was your instrument for capturing moments of beauty amid the starkness of summer’s tyranny.

As you trailed behind your classmates, each one a silhouette against the blistering backdrop, your gaze flitted with restless anticipation. You wandered through the city streets, your eyes seeking fragments of inspiration to breathe life into your assignment. The buildings rose around you like silent, stoic sentinels, their facades glistening with a harsh, metallic sheen. In the shimmering distance, you hoped for the elusive spark that would transform the mundane into something extraordinary.

The chatter of your classmates had long faded into a mere whisper, a distant hum that barely registered in the periphery of your consciousness. Conversations ebbed and flowed like an unremarkable current, a symphony of voices blending into a soft, indistinguishable murmur. Yet, this isolation was not an anomaly but a chosen retreat, a familiar haven you embraced with quiet contentment.

Surrounded by the bustling dynamics of camaraderie and friendship, you stood apart, an island of introspection amidst a sea of social engagement. It wasn't that you were unfriendly or aloof; your laughter often mingled with theirs, your voice joining the chorus of shared jokes and light-hearted banter before and after the structured rhythm of class. But when the subject turned to the art that captivated your soul, a transformation occurred.

Photography, to you, was not just a hobby but a profound and passionate pursuit. It demanded your full attention, a devotion that bordered on reverence. Your camera was not merely a tool but an extension of your vision, a conduit through which you sought to capture the world’s hidden beauty. The play of light and shadow, the fleeting expressions on faces, the intricate details of everyday objects—all of these were fragments of a larger, more intricate tapestry that you sought to weave with each click of the shutter.

In those moments, the world around you faded into soft focus, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your art. The bonds of friendship, though cherished, were momentarily set aside, replaced by a singular concentration that sharpened your senses and heightened your awareness. This solitary journey through the realm of photography was your sanctuary, a place where you found solace and inspiration in equal measure.

The only other person in this class who might share your penchant for solitude was Kim Seungmin. He, too, seemed to navigate the world with an air of quiet detachment. Yet, there were differences in how each of you manifested this introversion. While you made a concerted effort to connect with those around you—engaging in brief conversations and sharing moments of camaraderie when class was not in session—Seungmin was an enigma, a shadow that flitted away the moment the lecture ended.

Seungmin's presence in the classroom was a paradox of visibility and invisibility. He was always the first to arrive, slipping into the room with the quiet grace of dawn's first light. Despite his punctuality, he maintained a palpable distance from the rest of the group, an invisible barrier that set him apart. His demeanor, while not unfriendly, exuded a clear message of preference for solitude.

During the lulls and intermissions, when the classroom would usually be filled with animated discussions and the laughter of budding friendships, Seungmin could be found in a corner, absorbed in his own world. His fingers danced nimbly over his camera, adjusting settings, capturing candid moments, or meticulously reviewing his shots. At other times, he would be engrossed in his phone, the screen's glow reflecting the deep concentration etched on his face.

To you, Seungmin was a mystery, a puzzle wrapped in layers of quiet introspection. There was a certain allure in his aloofness, a silent invitation to unravel the story behind his reserved exterior. Yet, you never dared to cross the unspoken boundary that he had set. His solitary nature, so akin to your own, commanded a respect that you were unwilling to breach.

Seungmin remained a figure of curiosity, a fellow traveler on the path of photographic artistry who chose a parallel yet distinctly separate route. His quiet presence was a reminder of the myriad ways one could navigate the delicate dance between isolation and connection.

Despite his reserved and enigmatic demeanor, Seungmin possessed a rare and extraordinary talent for photography. His artistry behind the lens was nothing short of breathtaking, a fact that did not go unnoticed by anyone, least of all the professor. At the conclusion of each class, a ritual unfolded: the professor would meticulously review everyone's photographs, sifting through the myriad of images to select the ones that stood out the most. Without fail, Seungmin's work consistently earned a place among the top five, a testament to his remarkable skill.

Each of Seungmin's photographs was a revelation, an abstract masterpiece that captured the world through a uniquely creative lens. His ability to see beyond the ordinary and delve into the depths of the abstract added a layer of profound beauty to his images. Where others might see a simple street scene or a mundane object, Seungmin uncovered hidden dimensions and intricate patterns, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary.

His compositions were a symphony of light and shadow, each frame meticulously crafted to evoke emotion and provoke thought. There was an unmistakable depth to his work, a silent narrative that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. The interplay of colors, the juxtaposition of textures, and the harmony of forms all coalesced into visual poetry, each photograph a verse in the grand tapestry of his artistic vision.

The professor, a seasoned connoisseur of photographic art, often marveled at Seungmin's ability to convey such profound beauty through his images. His praise, though sparing, was always effusive when it came to Seungmin's work. "A true artist," he would often muse, holding up one of Seungmin's photos for the class to admire. "His eye for detail and his innovative approach are truly remarkable."

Seungmin's talent was unmistakable, a beacon of brilliance that shone through the veil of his quiet, self-imposed solitude. Each photograph was a testament to his exceptional ability to capture the essence of the world around him, a gift that set him apart and elevated him to the ranks of the truly gifted. In his hands, the camera became not just a tool but a portal to a realm of infinite beauty and wonder.

The dryness in your mouth abruptly pulled you from the intricate web of thoughts weaving around your enigmatic classmate, who now lingered at the back of the group, his camera poised to capture yet another fleeting moment. The parched sensation nagged at you, growing more insistent with each passing second. You reluctantly tore your gaze away from Seungmin, reaching into your backpack in search of your water bottle.

As your fingers fumbled through the contents of your bag, your eyes remained vigilant, scanning your surroundings to ensure you wouldn’t stumble over any unexpected obstacles. The bustling city around you was a blur of movement and color, but you couldn’t afford to let your guard down, not even for a moment.

Finally, your hand closed around the cool plastic of your water bottle. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. Your heart skipped a beat when you unscrewed the cap and peered inside, only to find a single, solitary sip left. The realization that your meager supply of water was almost depleted sent a ripple of anxiety through your chest. The class was far from over, and the sweltering heat showed no signs of relenting.

A wave of apprehension washed over you, prickling at your chest like tiny, invisible needles. You finished the last sip, the tepid water doing little to quench your thirst, and tried to steady your racing thoughts. With a shaky breath, you reassured yourself that you could endure the remaining time. Surely, there would be a place nearby where you could refill your bottle.

Determined not to let the anxiety take hold, you pressed on, reminding yourself that the city was vast and filled with countless opportunities. Somewhere among the winding streets and towering buildings, an oasis of hydration awaited. All you had to do was stay focused and keep an eye out for that small but vital reprieve.

The merciless sun, as if sensing your growing anxiety, seemed to blaze even hotter, its relentless rays wrapping you in a suffocating embrace. Beads of sweat clung to your skin in a sticky shimmer, making each movement feel laborious and sluggish. Despite the discomfort, you forced yourself to focus on the task at hand. Your eyes roamed the cityscape, seeking inspiration amidst the familiar charm of the urban sprawl.

You recalled the instructions given by your professor before the class set out on this journey. Find something that has two textures that contrast each other, and find a way to make them complement each other in your photo. It seemed a simple enough directive, especially considering the rich tapestry of your surroundings. Yet, the sun's unyielding assault made concentration an arduous endeavor.

As you navigated the bustling streets, your gaze flitted over the varied textures that adorned the city. Rough, weathered brick walls stood in stark contrast to the sleek, reflective surfaces of modern glass buildings. The interplay between the old and the new, the rugged and the refined, offered endless possibilities for your photographic assignment. But the oppressive heat made it difficult to hold onto any coherent thought for long.

The thirst that had been barely quenched earlier resurfaced with a vengeance, its gnawing intensity magnified by the knowledge that your water bottle was now empty. Your mouth felt as dry as the arid pavement beneath your feet, and each swallow seemed to scrape against a parched throat. Anxiety prickled at the edges of your consciousness, threatening to overwhelm your resolve.

You scanned the area for potential sources of relief, hoping to spot a fountain, a café, or any place where you could refill your bottle. The city, though familiar, seemed an endless expanse under the punishing sun. Every step felt heavier, the weight of your camera pressing down on you like a leaden reminder of your mission.

Yet, amidst the discomfort and the thirst, you remained determined. You sought the contrasting textures your professor had described, letting your eyes linger on the juxtaposition of smooth marble and rough concrete, or the way a delicate flower pushed through a crack in the asphalt. There was beauty to be found here, even in the harshest of conditions.

With a deep breath, you resolved to keep going, trusting that your perseverance would lead you to both the perfect shot and the much-needed water. The city, with all its contrasts and complexities, held the promise of discovery, if only you could endure a little longer.

"It’s so hot," you vaguely heard a classmate complain, her voice barely cutting through the heavy, sweltering air as she fanned herself with a weary hand. The others nodded in weary agreement, their faces etched with the shared misery of enduring the relentless sun. "We should all go for some ice cream after this," she suggested, a hint of hope sparking briefly in her eyes.

The idea of ice cream, cool and refreshing, was undeniably appealing. Yet, you didn’t dare voice your thoughts. The fear of worsening your situation held your tongue, a silent specter of anxiety that kept you from speaking up. As you glanced around at your classmates, their faces blurred by the heat, a flicker of desperation ignited within you.

You tried to remember if you had informed anyone about your fainting spells, but your mind drew a blank. The memories were elusive, slipping through your mental grasp like water through a sieve. The thought of revealing your vulnerability gnawed at you, and although you knew you should at least ask if anyone had spare water, your anxiety clung to you like a vice, rendering you silent at a moment when you needed help the most.

The world around you seemed to shimmer and waver in the oppressive heat, the vibrant colors of the city dulled by the haze of your growing discomfort. Your throat felt like sandpaper, each breath a laborious effort. The idea of speaking up, of asking for something as simple as water, felt insurmountable. Your classmates, though kind and considerate, seemed distant and unreachable in your moment of need.

Silent, you continued to endure, your thoughts a turbulent mix of desperation and fear. The sun beat down with unwavering intensity, each ray a reminder of your growing thirst and vulnerability. You scanned the faces around you, searching for a flicker of understanding, a sign that someone might notice your distress without you having to voice it.

But no such sign came. The conversations continued, the suggestions of ice cream and relief from the heat weaving through the group like a distant promise. You swallowed dryly, your silence a heavy burden, and resolved to press on. The city held the promise of respite somewhere, and you clung to the hope that you could find it before your strength gave out.

The more you pushed forward, the more acutely aware you became of the blood coursing through your veins. It was as if each heartbeat reverberated in your ears, amplifying the sense of impending dizziness. The city's vibrant energy seemed to swirl around you, the once steady ground beneath your feet now an unpredictable, undulating surface.

As the sensation of spinning grew more intense, you reluctantly allowed yourself to fall behind the group. You sought refuge against the cool, reassuring solidity of a nearby building, leaning against its weathered facade. Taking deep breaths, you tried to steady yourself, inhaling the warm, sun-baked air and exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm the storm within.

Your classmates, absorbed in their own artistic quests, continued on without noticing your absence. This anonymity, usually a comfort in your solitary pursuits, now only served to heighten your anxiety. You couldn't blame them for their oversight; it was common for someone to linger behind, captivated by a potential photograph. Still, the reality of being unnoticed in your moment of need felt like an invisible weight pressing down on your chest.

You closed your eyes briefly, trying to focus on the rhythm of your breathing, hoping it would anchor you in the present moment. The sounds of the city buzzed around you—distant conversations, the hum of traffic, the occasional birdcall—creating a cacophony that both grounded and overwhelmed you.

Opening your eyes, you glanced at the receding forms of your classmates, their laughter and chatter fading into the background. The distance between you and them felt insurmountable, not just in physical space but in the gulf of your unspoken struggle. You pressed your back more firmly against the building, feeling the rough texture of the brick through your thin shirt, a small reminder of the world outside your internal chaos.

You knew you needed to rejoin the group, to press on and complete the assignment, but the dizziness and rising anxiety made the thought of moving almost unbearable. You considered calling out, asking for help, but the words stuck in your throat, trapped by the fear of appearing weak or needy. Instead, you remained silent, hoping that your moment of respite would be enough to regain your composure.

Your body shivered uncontrollably despite the oppressive heat, a strange and unsettling contrast that heightened your sense of unease. The world around you seemed to blur and waver, your vision losing focus at an alarming pace. Each step felt like wading through thick, invisible molasses, and even the simplest movement became a Herculean effort. Despite this, you managed to lower yourself to the sidewalk, the rough pavement a harsh but necessary support.

You concentrate on your breathing, each inhale and exhale a desperate attempt to anchor yourself in the here and now. Yet, the ringing in your ears grew louder, a piercing sound that drowned out the city's ambient noise. It was a familiar, dreaded precursor to the fainting spell you knew was imminent, a relentless force poised to take control.

In the midst of this growing chaos, a voice pierced through the din, a lifeline in the swirling haze. "Hey, are you okay?" someone asked, their concern clear even through your muddled senses. The effort to lift your head and identify the speaker was beyond you; the world had narrowed to a tunnel of indistinct shapes and sounds.

You tried to respond, to assure them or perhaps to call for help, but your words dissolved into a string of incoherent babbles. Your tongue felt thick and uncooperative, your mind struggling to form coherent thoughts as the darkness edged closer. The last thing you registered was the overwhelming sense of vulnerability, the realization that your body was betraying you in this critical moment.

As the blackness enveloped your consciousness, you felt a profound disconnect from the world around you. The sounds, the heat, the distant figure of your classmate—all faded into a void, leaving you suspended in an abyss of nothingness. The struggle to stay present, to remain in control, slipped through your grasp like sand through your fingers.

In this void, time ceased to have meaning. Seconds or minutes, it was impossible to tell how long you lingered in that state of unconsciousness. The city, with its vibrant life and relentless sun, continued on without you, a stark reminder of your fragile existence.

When you finally awoke, it felt as though you were emerging from a dense fog, your mind struggling to piece together the fragmented reality around you. The disorientation was palpable, each moment stretching as your senses slowly reconnected with the world. Your head rested on someone’s lap, and though he was turned away, his presence was both unfamiliar and comforting in your vulnerable state.

Sounds began to filter through the haze, grounding you further. The low, urgent tone of the voice above you became clearer, barking orders with a mix of authority and concern. "Get some water!" Though you couldn't see who he was addressing, the urgency in his commands cut through the remnants of your confusion.

As your awareness sharpened, you noticed your arms were held aloft above your head. This small detail triggered a memory from your past, a practice you had shared with others in case your lips ever turned blue—a sign of your body’s desperate need for oxygen. The position was meant to untie the invisible knot in your lungs, allowing air to flow more freely and ease your breathing.

With this realization, a wave of gratitude washed over you. Even in your disoriented state, you recognized the significance of this gesture. The person cradling your head had either known or intuitively understood what to do, providing a lifeline in your moment of need.

You tried to speak, to express your thanks or perhaps to reassure the person helping you, but your voice was weak and unsteady. The effort drained you, and you opted to focus on your breathing, each inhale and exhale a conscious act of reclaiming control over your body.

It wasn’t until a groan escaped your lips that the person holding you turned to face you. Instantly, your face flushed with a deep wave of embarrassment upon recognizing him—it was Seungmin. The reassuring smile he sent your way was a beautifully rare sight, and for a fleeting moment, you felt your heart skip a beat. His lips moved, forming words that your still-dazed mind struggled to comprehend.

You blinked up at him, trying to focus, but the words eluded you. Noticing your confusion, Seungmin pursed his lips and turned to someone out of your line of sight. Almost immediately, a cold bottle of water with a straw was handed to him. He settled it gently by your head, positioning the straw so you could drink. The sensation of the cool water on your parched throat was heavenly, and you drank greedily, almost draining the bottle before you realized it.

Seungmin chuckled softly at your eagerness, the sound light and comforting. You felt your cheeks heat up again and averted your gaze, unable to meet his eyes. Despite your embarrassment, the relief from the water was undeniable. Your head cleared a bit more, the world coming into sharper focus.

Seungmin continued to watch over you, his expression a blend of concern and gentle amusement. His presence, usually so distant and enigmatic, now felt unexpectedly comforting. The awkwardness of the situation didn’t diminish the warmth of his care, and you felt a small surge of gratitude.

As you finished the last of the water, Seungmin reached out to steady the bottle, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt through you, but it was grounding, a reminder that you were not alone. He murmured something softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. Though the exact words were still lost to you, the intent was clear—he was there for you.

Gradually, the ringing in your ears subsided, and your breathing steadied. You risked a glance back at Seungmin, who was now focused entirely on you, his eyes full of quiet resolve. The vulnerability of the moment hung between you, unspoken but deeply felt.

You tried to muster a smile, a small token of thanks. Seungmin's eyes softened, and he returned the smile, a silent understanding passing between you. In that moment, the barriers of his usual aloofness seemed to fall away, revealing a depth of kindness that you hadn’t seen before.

Gradually, your hearing began to reawaken, stitching itself back together with your muddled senses. The familiar symphony of the bustling city—a cacophony of distant car horns, murmured conversations, and the steady hum of urban life—slowly emerged from the background noise, anchoring you to the present moment.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Seungmin’s voice cut through the haze, his tone edged with concern as he noticed your growing awareness. You managed a shaky nod, your head still spinning slightly. His brows were knitted together in a deep frown, a tangible expression of his worry.

“Can you sit up, or do you need to stay down a little longer?” he asked gently. “There’s no rush. Please, stay there if you’re still feeling dizzy.”

With a quiet determination, you placed your hands onto the pavement, the rough texture grounding you as you clumsily pushed yourself away from him. Seungmin’s steadying presence guided you with careful hands, helping you to lean against the same building you had previously sought solace from before losing consciousness. You groaned softly, closing your eyes to escape the persistent whirl of the world around you. When you reopened them, the dizziness had ebbed, though remnants of the earlier chaos lingered at the edges of your vision.

In front of you stood a middle-aged man, his apron stained with grease and his hands clasped together in a gesture of concern. His eyes were fixed on Seungmin, waiting for instructions, his face etched with worry for your well-being. The weight of his concern was palpable, and it added another layer to the unfolding scene.

Seungmin exhaled deeply, a sigh that seemed to release the tension of the moment. He settled himself beside you, his posture relaxed yet attentive. He wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them close to his chest, and his gaze remained focused on you with an almost protective intensity.

The ambient noise of the city continued to swirl around you, but in this small, sheltered space, it felt as though time had slowed. Seungmin’s presence was a steady anchor amidst the chaos, his concern a quiet reassurance that you were not alone. The man in the greasy apron lingered nearby, ready to assist at a moment’s notice, his worried gaze shifting between you and Seungmin.

The world slowly regained its equilibrium, the spinning sensation giving way to a more stable awareness. The tenderness of the pavement beneath you and the warmth of Seungmin’s concern combined to create a cocoon of comfort, allowing you to regain your composure and begin to piece together the events of the past moments.

“How are you feeling?” The middle-aged man’s voice was gentle, his eyes darting between you and Seungmin with a mixture of concern and kindness. “You should eat something. Come inside—whatever you get is on the house.”

A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over you, coloring your cheeks a deep red. You felt a pang of guilt for having worried such a considerate stranger. Just as you were about to politely decline the generous offer, Seungmin’s voice intervened with a firm yet caring tone.

“I agree, Y/N,” he said, his voice carrying a note of unwavering resolve. “You need to eat something after fainting like that. Let’s go inside.”

Seungmin’s tone left no room for argument, the decisiveness of his words compelling you to acquiesce. You sighed softly, nodding in acceptance. The man’s face lit up with a wide grin, clearly pleased by your agreement. With a quick, eager step, he rushed into the restaurant behind you.

Seungmin rose swiftly, brushing off any imaginary dust from his clothes with a swift motion. He extended his hands towards you, his expression one of quiet encouragement. You hesitated for a moment, then grasped his warm hands. The touch was gentle, and a subtle tingle spread through your fingers, a physical reminder of his comforting presence.

Though you felt more stable now, Seungmin’s hands remained hovering near your waist, a silent gesture of support as you made your way inside the restaurant. His protective stance was reassuring, a steadying force guiding you through the threshold.

The restaurant’s interior greeted you with a comforting embrace—a cool respite from the heat outside. The space was warmly lit, with the soft hum of conversation and the tantalizing aroma of food creating a cozy ambiance. 

The tantalizing aroma of Korean comfort foods wafted through the air, weaving its way into your senses and causing your stomach to rumble in eager response. Each fragrant note of sizzling meats, simmering stews, and freshly steamed vegetables seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace, making you profoundly grateful for both the man's generous offer and Seungmin's insistence.

Seungmin guided you with gentle assurance to a table nestled at the far end of the restaurant, where the hum of conversation was softer and the space felt more intimate. The dim lighting at this secluded spot cast a gentle glow, creating a cocoon of warmth and comfort. He carefully pulled out your chair, his movements measured and considerate, and nudged you forward slightly to ensure you were settled. With a courteous smile, he then made his way around the table, taking his own seat directly across from you.

His smile was a touch awkward, a charming contrast to the seriousness he had shown earlier. He glanced around the room, searching for the man who had so kindly attended to you, only to spot him approaching with a welcoming presence. The man carried a bottle of water and two menus, the promise of nourishment and choice clearly reflected in his hands.

As he reached the table, he placed the items before you with a friendly nod. You accepted the bottle and menus with a grateful bow and a warm smile, your heart swelling with appreciation for his kindness. The bottle of water was cool to the touch, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the restaurant, while the menus promised a delightful array of dishes.

Seungmin’s gaze softened as he watched you, his concern now mingled with a gentle sense of relief. The atmosphere around you seemed to ease, the initial tension giving way to a shared moment of calm. As you began to peruse the menus, the delicious scents and the comfort of the setting enveloped you, making you feel more at ease and ready to enjoy the simple pleasures of a meal with someone who had shown such unexpected care.

The air between you was thick with awkwardness, a palpable sense of uncertainty hanging in the space after such an intensely personal moment. You busied yourself by fixating on the vibrant images on the menu, using them as a comforting distraction from the lingering embarrassment. Each picture of steaming bowls of soup and colorful plates of food seemed to blur together, a vivid kaleidoscope that kept your eyes occupied and your mind from dwelling on the recent upheaval.

After a period of shared silence, you both placed your orders, the clatter of menus and the murmur of your choices filling the brief lull. There was no longer any barrier between you and the reality of the situation. With a deep breath, you gathered your courage and, in a voice softer than you intended, you managed to say, “Thank you.” Your eyes remained firmly fixed on the table, refusing to meet his gaze, as your cheeks and ears flamed with a blush of sincere embarrassment. Even though you couldn’t see him, you could almost feel his warm, understanding smile directed at you.

“You don’t have to thank me at all,” Seungmin replied, his voice infused with genuine sincerity. “I hope you don’t mind, but I texted the professor to let him know what happened, so he’s aware we won’t be finishing the class with everyone else today.” His words were a pleasant surprise, causing your eyes to widen slightly as you briefly met his gentle gaze. The kindness of his gesture momentarily pierced through your discomfort, but you quickly looked away, your shyness reasserting its hold.

In response to his concern, you offered a grateful nod and a shy smile, the simplest acknowledgments of his thoughtfulness. The question he posed next was gentle, yet it carried an undercurrent of genuine concern. “Do you pass out often?”

At his question, you let out a soft, resigned sigh, the sound almost like a whisper of the weariness you felt. “Sometimes,” you began, your voice barely more than a murmur. “It’s been happening since I was a child, though no one seems to know why. I’ve been checked for things like epilepsy, but they haven’t found anything.” The words felt heavy on your tongue, each syllable revealing a fragment of a long-standing uncertainty.

Seungmin’s gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes filled with a deep, attentive concern as he absorbed each word with tender care. His silence was a soothing balm, a quiet testament to his empathy. As you recalled the moment he had lifted your arms, a question escaped you almost impulsively: “How did you know to lift my arms?”

His initial reaction was one of surprise, his eyes widening as he blinked at your sudden inquiry. But the astonishment quickly softened into a shy, almost hesitant smile. “Oh,” he began, his voice gentle. “My mother also had fainting spells, usually when it was too hot or if she had an injury.” His revelation was accompanied by a look of nostalgia, a subtle hint of the personal connection he felt to the subject.

You were taken aback once more by this shared experience. “Your mother sounds a lot like me,” you responded, your tone light but tinged with genuine reflection. “I also faint for similar reasons—when I’m overheated or emotionally overwhelmed.”

A serene silence settled between you as Seungmin gave a thoughtful nod, his eyes drifting into a distant gaze that spoke of deep, unspoken reflections. The quietude was a gentle cocoon, wrapping around both of you as he lost himself in the labyrinth of his thoughts.

You turned your gaze to the window beside you, your eyes tracing the hurried figures moving briskly down the bustling street. Each passerby was a blur of motion and color, a stark contrast to the stillness enveloping your corner of the restaurant. The scene outside seemed almost surreal, a vivid tapestry of urban life against the backdrop of your subdued conversation.

Soon, the soft clinking of dishes announced the return of the man from behind the counter. He placed your meals before you with a warm, welcoming smile, the steam rising from the dishes creating a fragrant mist that made your mouth water in eager anticipation. You bowed in gratitude, your appreciation for the meal palpable in your respectful gesture.

With a mixture of impatience and hunger, you watched him take his first bite, his expression shifting to one of satisfied pleasure. Unable to resist any longer, you dove into your own meal, an involuntary sigh of delight escaping your lips as the flavors danced on your palate. Each bite was a revelation, the taste a symphony of comfort and culinary excellence.

In moments like these, the silence between you and Seungmin felt less like an awkward void and more like a shared, unspoken agreement. The simple act of enjoying a meal together, coupled with the mutual understanding forged through your earlier conversation, made the quiet a soothing presence rather than an uncomfortable gap. The gentle hum of the restaurant’s ambiance and the shared pleasure of the food created a cocoon of calm, transforming the once-unbearable silence into a space of peaceful companionship.

As the last morsels of your meal were savored, a lull settled between you, allowing your mind to finally formulate a conversation starter. You swallowed your bite with a mix of anticipation and nervousness before glancing up at Seungmin. His features were softened in concentration, his gentle demeanor captivating as he focused on the last remnants of his dish.

“So,” you began tentatively, your voice betraying a hint of shyness, “how did you get into photography?” The simple question was laden with curiosity and the desire to connect, and as his eyes met yours, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

Seungmin’s initial silence was a quiet contemplative pause, his gaze tracing the lines of your face with a thoughtful intensity before he began to speak. “My grandfather passed away from Alzheimer’s,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. The weight of his words seemed to settle heavily in the space between you, and your heart tightened with a pang of empathy.

He continued, his tone imbued with a delicate sadness. “He always spoke so fondly of my grandmother, who died before I was born. He used to thank her for her love of photography because it helped him hold onto who he was and the life he lived for a long time. To keep his memories vivid, I started taking pictures of everything around me. I had them developed so he could have tangible memories to hold onto—hundreds of photos of myself, my parents, my cousins, but also of the places I cherished: my room, his house, my house…simple, everyday moments that mattered to him.”

The silence that followed was heavy, laden with the significance of his words. You struggled to find the right response, your mind racing to articulate the depth of your feelings. Seungmin’s smile was tinged with a bittersweet nostalgia as he turned his focus back to his meal, leaving you in a space filled with reflection.

After a few moments, you finally found your voice, your tone warm and sincere. “That’s incredibly sweet, Seungmin. I think it was very noble of you to do that for your grandfather.” His response was a soft grin, his cheeks flushing a delicate pink as he swallowed. The sight of his smile, so genuine and heartfelt, made your heart swell with an emotion that was both tender and profound.

In that moment, Seungmin’s vulnerability and kindness transformed your perception of him. The image of his earlier aloofness seemed to fade into a distant memory, replaced by a newfound appreciation for the depth of his character. His quiet grace and the meaningful gesture he shared painted him in a more beautiful light, revealing layers of compassion that drew you closer to him.

As the last remnants of your meal were savored, Seungmin turned his attention to you with a curious gleam in his eyes. “What about you? How did you get into photography?” he inquired, his voice gentle and inviting. You had finished your meal shortly after him, the shared silence now ripe for deeper conversation.

You gave a shy shrug, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you tried to gather your thoughts. “I fear my story is not as sweet as yours,” you began, your tone light yet introspective. Seungmin’s playful roll of his eyes and encouraging nod urged you to continue, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Well,” you continued, your gaze drifting as you recall your past, “my mother always bought magazines whenever she went grocery shopping, so our house was filled with stacks and stacks of them.” A nostalgic smile crossed your face as you painted a picture of your childhood. “I remember being a child, endlessly flipping through those magazines whenever boredom set in. I would get lost in the pages, captivated by the photographs. They seemed to tell stories of their own, each image a window into a world I found enchanting.”

Your voice grew softer, imbued with a gentle warmth as you shared how that fascination evolved. “One day, I decided to try my hand at capturing my own moments, inspired by those images I loved so much. What started as a simple curiosity quickly became a cherished hobby. The camera became a means for me to explore and create, and somehow, it just stuck with me.”

As you finished, you looked up to find Seungmin’s eyes still fixed on you, his expression a blend of interest and appreciation. The connection you felt through the shared conversation seemed to deepen, the personal stories weaving a tapestry of understanding and mutual respect. In the dim light of the restaurant, the simple act of sharing your paths through photography brought a new layer of intimacy to your budding friendship, making the quiet moments between you all the more meaningful.

“I think it’s cute,” Seungmin remarked with a lighthearted chuckle, the sound warm and genuine. The unexpected compliment made your cheeks flush with a delicate shade of pink, a mix of surprise and shyness coloring your reaction.

“You’re a good photographer, by the way,” he added, his eyes twinkling with sincere praise. 

The words hung in the air like a soft melody, but you couldn’t help but scoff, rolling your eyes in an exaggerated manner. “I’ve made it to the professor’s top five favorites only twice since I joined his class last year. You’re always the one receiving accolades for your work, which, I must admit, are truly remarkable.”

Seungmin’s gaze remained steady, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “I think it’s a bit unfair for you to view it that way,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm. “The whole idea of being in someone’s top five is a flawed measure of talent. It’s based on one person’s subjective preferences and doesn’t truly reflect our abilities. While I’m grateful for the recognition, I’ve seen your photos and always found them to be exceptional.”

He continued, his words flowing with thoughtful consideration. “You have a remarkable skill for capturing unique subjects in their most authentic form. It’s a talent to reveal their essence so clearly, especially within the constraints of our assignments. It’s something I find quite impressive and not easy to achieve.”

The sincerity in Seungmin’s voice, combined with his unwavering gaze, made your heart swell with a mix of gratitude and admiration. The conversation took on a new layer of depth, as his words not only offered comfort but also illuminated a newfound appreciation for your own work. In the softly lit restaurant, amidst the lingering aroma of your meal, his encouragement created a warm and supportive atmosphere, allowing you to see your art through a more appreciative lens.

A warm blush spread across your cheeks, a vivid response to the cascade of compliments from Seungmin. The praise seemed to flutter around you like soft, golden leaves in the breeze, making your face flush a deep crimson. Seeking refuge from the intensity of the moment, you allowed your gaze to wander towards the window, where the sun was gently descending, casting a golden hue over the city.

“Oh,” you began, your voice tinged with an innocent attempt to redirect the conversation. “How long have we been here? The sun is setting.” The urgency in your tone was barely concealed, and Seungmin, following your gaze, glanced out with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. His eyes widened slightly as he noticed the fading light and chuckled softly.

“I should probably start heading home,” you continued, a note of unease threading through your voice. “I don’t like walking home alone at night.” The admission was laced with a quiet vulnerability, and as you spoke, you could feel the familiar pang of anxiety gnawing at you.

Seungmin’s head turned sharply towards you, his expression shifting to one of genuine concern. “I’ll walk you home,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth and sincerity that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. “It’s no problem at all.”

A playful back-and-forth ensued as you and Seungmin debated the offer of him walking you home. Despite your initial reluctance, a sense of acceptance settled over you, allowing you to concede to his persistent kindness. You attempted to settle the bill for your meal, but the generous man from earlier refused with a warm, unwavering smile. Even when Seungmin stepped in to offer payment, the man remained steadfast in his refusal. In the end, you both left a generous tip, a token of your gratitude for his exceptional kindness.

With the bill settled and the evening stretching out before you, you and Seungmin began your walk towards your apartment building. The path was bathed in the soft, fading light of dusk, casting long shadows and a serene glow over the city streets. As you strolled side by side, the conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and lighthearted banter.

The initial stiffness gradually melted away, replaced by a growing sense of ease and camaraderie. It was genuinely delightful to witness this side of Seungmin—a side that seemed to elude the confines of your shared photography class. His laughter, his thoughtful insights, and the warmth of his presence revealed a depth of character that was both refreshing and endearing.

In the gentle embrace of the evening, as the city lights began to twinkle like distant stars, the walk became more than just a journey home. It was a moment of genuine connection, a rare and cherished glimpse into Seungmin’s world, which felt like an honor to experience.

Eventually, you find yourself standing before the gleaming glass doors that lead into the lobby of your apartment building. The weight of the day’s end settles upon you, a bittersweet twinge in your chest as you come to terms with the departure of this unexpectedly pleasant companionship. The evening air, cool and gently perfumed with the scent of blooming night flowers, wraps around you both as you pause at the threshold.

Seungmin, his hands casually tucked into the front pockets of his jacket, rocks back and forth on his heels. The motion, coupled with his contemplative gaze, creates a picture of relaxed anticipation. His presence, so close to yours, carries a sense of warmth and quiet intimacy.

“This is me,” you murmur, your voice a soft whisper, blending with the stillness of the evening. You turn to face him fully, a mixture of gratitude and reluctance in your eyes. “Thank you again for taking care of me earlier. I’m really happy you were there.”

His response is a smile—genuine and radiant—that lights up his features and seems to fill the space between you with a comforting glow. Your heart swells at the sight, an involuntary smile curving your lips in return. Seungmin’s eyes hold a tender seriousness as he speaks. “Please take it easy, rest all that you can,” he advises, his concern palpable in his tone.

You nod in agreement, the sincerity of his words resonate deeply with you. The air between you feels charged with unspoken sentiments, a silent understanding blossoming amidst the dimming light. “It was really nice to spend time with you,” he continues, his admission eliciting a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“I had a really nice time with you too,” you reply, your voice imbued with genuine warmth. “Maybe we can do it again sometime soon—without me having to pass out for it.”

At your light-hearted comment, Seungmin laughs—a sound that is both musical and contagious. The laughter bubbles up between you, mingling with the evening air, and you find yourself laughing along, the shared moment creating a lingering sense of joy.

As you part ways, the memory of his smile and the warmth of his laughter accompany you, leaving a soft, lingering glow in your heart that makes the end of this day feel less like a farewell and more like a promise of things to come.

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ꖛ ꙳꯬ 🦇 ‘till forever falls apart 𓂅 ໋⋅

‧₊° pairing. han jisung x idol!fem!reader

‧₊° content warnings. han deals with a lot of anxiety and depression. reader has fibromyalgia. constant mention of being in pain. love-making. cussing. lots of angst. more to be added.

‧₊° rating. 18+

‧₊° summary. in which two disabled idols find comfort in each other’s arms.

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ꖛ ꙳꯬ 🌅 i can’t change 𓂅 ໋⋅

‧₊° pairing. bisexual!lee felix x male!reader

‧₊° content warnings. abuse, violence, homophobia conversion therapy, angst, mlm relationship, drug use (nothing too heavy, drinking, running away, smut, anal sex, blow job, rimming, fingering, semi-public sex

‧₊° rating. 18+

‧₊° summary. humanity was simply not made to reach the glorious sky without needing to return to the ground, this is a simple fact that both felix and y/n needed to learn one way or another. still, when each glance gets you drunk with a feeling you’d never quite experienced before, you can’t help but risk everything for his affection.

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‧₊° pairing. student!seungmin x student!fem!reader

‧₊° content warnings. brutal attack and kidnapping. death is mentioned a lot in different ways. neglectful parent. plot twist.

‧₊° rating: 16+

‧₊° summary. after her mother gets suddenly kidnapped right before her eyes, and her father didn’t seem to care enough, y/n embarks on a mission to save her mother with a strange boy from school to help along the journey.

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pairing: seungmin x gender neutral reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, reader has a fear of thunderstorms, reader goes nonverbal

rating: e (for everyone)

summary: seungmin helps you get through a thunderstorm by showering you with tender love and singing to you.

🕯️ volcano — seungmin & han (2 kids’ show)

A myriad of candles lit up the bedroom you’ve shared with your lover for a few years, casting its yellow glow over the sheltered space while the world outside took on the wrath of the thunderous storm that has carried on for the past several hours. Your soft snores were the only sounds heard apart from the violent pattering of the rain against the windows and the occasional boom of thunder, your head rested on Seungmin’s chest as you’d finally slept.

The two of you had just settled on the couch to watch a movie together when it first started raining, a small detail you’d taken note of yet paid no mind to at first. Although as the weather worsened, so did your anxiety. Seungmin was well aware of the person you became whenever the first strike of lightning occurred – almost as though you had been replaced before his very eyes as your muscles tensed and your eyes clouded with fear. He’d tried to comfort you as soon as he knew what would come, though nothing can really prevent you from panicking, and this was a fact that aggrieved him deeply since he would do anything to make you smile once again although this was beyond his power.

When the power went out as a result of the storm, the trembling and whimpering began. Seungmin was not allowed to leave your side for even a second as you gripped the hem of his shirt. And so he gently took your hand and guided you towards the hallway closet where you stored the innumerable amounts of candles you liked buying, and then took you with him towards the kitchen to find a lighter. Throughout the entire process, you could hear him murmuring sweet little nothings as a form of encouragement while moving at the pace you’d set. He sat you on your bed, and immediately began lighting as many candles as he could, creating as much light as he could before he settled beside you. Arms pulling you into his comforting embrace, your back pressed to his chest as he whispered about how brave you were being. You didn’t think so, since you felt a little ridiculous being so afraid of something so silly at your age, but the sincerity in his voice made you feel validated.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered after jumping at a particularly loud crack of thunder. “This is so stupid, and we were having such a nice time before all of this.”

Seungmin pressed a tender kiss to the back of your head, settling his chin on top of your head as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on your shoulder. “Sorry for what? There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

You couldn’t help but pout slightly, sitting up so you could look at him. He merely chuckled at the sight, hand reaching up to push a strand of hair away from your face and you could see the tiny flames from the candles reflected in his eyes. It took everything in you to not melt into his touch, your heart immediately steadying. Love was engraved in every touch, every word and you adored it. You adored him in a way you couldn’t even begin to describe. “I’m sorry you’re dating someone with childish fears.”

His expression suddenly turned serious as he furrowed his brows and frowned up at you. “It’s not childish at all, what are you talking about? I don’t want to hear any self-pitying from you, I want you to know that you’re being very brave, and I love that about you.”

He looked so stern you couldn’t help but smile a little bit, rolling your eyes playfully. But as you glanced at him again, you could see the expectant expression on his face as he waited for you to say the same words he always forced you to say in moments like these. So you sighed, moving around on the bed so that you could rest your head on his chest. However, right as you opened your mouth another thunder seemed to shake the room, which caused you to scream in surprise instead. His arms immediately wrapped themselves around your trembling body, hands squeezing whatever he could grab as a way to make sure you knew he was there with you.

With your eyes squeezed shut, you mumbled over and over again: “I’m being brave right now. The storm can’t touch me. I’m safe with Seungmin. I’m being brave right now. The storm can’t touch me. I’m safe with Seungmin. I’m being so brave right now, and Seungmin is proud of me.”

Seungmin’s lips pressed against your hair once again as he settled into a more comfortable position from underneath you. “I am so, so proud of my baby right now.”

Although the rain had shown signs of slowing down over the past hour, it seemed to intensify now, and your body began trembling once more. Seungmin was at a loss right now, he couldn’t think of anything else to say or do while the two of you rode out the storm. It wasn’t the first time that he’d had to help you through something like this, and he was always so willing to calm your mind and settle your heart each and every time; though it always seemed as though he would run out of things to do or say as the storms carried on. As you balled up his shirt into your shaking fists, he cleared his throat.

“You know,” he began, voice soft yet loud enough to be heard over the noise. “Hannie and Chan have been working on a song together. It made me think of you.”

This piqued your interest, releasing a shuddering breath as you momentarily looked up to let him know you’ve heard him since your voice seemed to have stopped working. He understood immediately as his eyes remained fixated on the dancing flames of the candles he’d placed in front of your bedroom television.

“You know Hannie’s always been good with words.” Seungmin smiled slightly at the thought, his fingers finding their way to your hair as he played with it. “Would you like to hear it?”

Without hesitation, you reach over his lower torso to squeeze his hip. Another crack of thunder was heard, and you jumped.

“I’ll protect you, it’s okay to hurt,” he began, your eyes shutting as his melodic voice rang through the air. “I’ll embrace the wounds you shed. To me, you’re already a sin…”

A soft smile tugged on your lips, your heart and breathing steadied at last, your muscles relaxing. Seungmin could feel the weight of your body change almost immediately as he continued to sing, and his heart soared at the realization of the effect he had on you. “...You were so warm when you hugged me tight. I guess I teared up for a moment, because it was the first time…”

Anything outside of this embrace seemed to fade away at your lover’s soulful singing, the warmth of his body and his fingertips that traced swirly figures on your skin bringing a sense of peace you didn’t expect. You sighed in content.

“...You can burst into flames, you can wound me next to you if you like, I can be anything…”

As the first of your snores were heard, Seungmin finally relaxed completely. You’ve endured another stormy night, and his own heart warmed at the sight of your sleeping figure. He didn’t stop singing, though, determined to finish the song at this point – the song that had reminded him of you the first time he read the lyrics, the song he’d unintentionally associated with you and he wasn’t the least bit sorry about it.

“...you are my volcano.”

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𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱,𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦

Genre:

🌻 - Fluff

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬-BangChan&Minho

A/N:Here we Go!But this are just bang chan and Minho the others will follow soon 

Genre:🌻 - Fluff

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐧:

You and Bang Chan had a Son his name is Jae he is 7 Months old.

You  where with Jae outside JYP waiting For Chris to come out.Jae was  giggling and babbling with his dummy in his mouth, he was sitting in his  stroller.

You giggle"Jae are you exited to see Daddy?" He Giggle "Dada" You eyes got wide "What did you say Baby?"

Jae look to the door where Bang Chan was walking out.He points at him "Dada..." Chris came to you and gave you a kiss.

"hey  Baby how are you two?"You hug him "We are fine but...."Right as you where  about o tell Bang Chan what just Jae just said,Jae begins to whine  wanting attention form his Dad.

"Dada......Dada......Dada!"Chris looks  down at Jae and takes Jae from his stroller into his arms.Who am I  Jae?"Jae giggle and took his dummy out "Dada" Chris kissed Jaes whole  face you giggle "you two are cute.....but can we go Home and Cuddle how  does that sound?"

Chris nod and Jae babbled and squealed you chuckle "I take this as a Yes"

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨):

You wake up and groan you look at  your Daughter Yunai, she was sleeping in her crib.You where about to  stand up but something stopped you.

Arms pulled you back"Hmm.Jagi  where are going"You turned aroun and looked at Minho "I Wanted to make  breakfast" Minho pulled you closer to him.

You smiled and locked   up at him He smiled and kissed your Lips "Can i now get up please"Ge   groan "Fine" You smile and kissed him again.

You walked in the   Kitchen Minho followed you with Yunai in his arms she was on his   hip,her head was in his neck and she was  snoring cutely.Minho gave her head a kiss and sat down on the kitchen counter stool (does that make   sense..?i hope you understand what i mean)Yunai still in his arms.

You  begin cutting fruit for Yunai then you made Coffee for you and  Minho."Minho can you wake YuYu up please?" He nod ."Yunai Baby wake up  breakfast is ready" She whine and look up at her Father Minho smiled at  her and sat her down in her Highchair she babbled loudly as she saw the  Plate full of fruit you set it down in front of her and got up again to  get the Coffee for You and Minho and sat down beside Yunai.She pointed  at the Strawberry Minho who sat on the other side hold up a  Strawberry "You want a Strawberry YuYu?"

She Giggle   "Strawberry....." You look at her "Say that again Baby" She looke d at   you"S-Straw-b-berry?" Minho gave her one and she happily chewed on it.

Minho looks at her "I cant belive her first word was Strawberry I thought it would be Mommy or better Daddy"You smile at him.

Bf!SKZ

Prompt: Random shit!pt.2

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“It’s alright, we just need to go through it and grow, don’t cry If you fall back a little, just rest You’re doing fine when things are hard I’ll run with you, don’t worry” - Grow up

Until we meet again, Woojin !!  🤗 🐻 🌸 🌻

I hope Woojin is and will be healthy and happy from now on and I hope everybody will be okay. Everybody, take your time and come back stronger. I love you all  💙 💙

“I’ve run without a break but why It’s still dark around me why” - Chronosaurus

“If I just count three now I wish everything would disappear like a dream  And only I would go back to then” - 19

Yo ! I am back with another screen prints from ‘Chronosaurus’ and ‘19′ Music Videos. I do not know about you but for me 19 is so special. I was so scared to turn 20 a few months ago but this song make me see that I am not the only one who feel the same and it is okay to feel like this. 

I hope you all will have a good day ! 🌻

“Step out of them voices

There’s so many voices”