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For those not aware Isreal used the met gala to cause more damage. this is sick and disgusting. The tickets to the met gala cost $75,000, think about what that money could do to help the people in palestine. I keep seeing people being ignorant about this situation, the more you talk about the met gala the easier it is for the media to cover this up. I understand this was big for SKZ, but surely people's lives matter more than expensive clothing. The brand they were representing is a known zionist brand. Its hard to be happy when it's laced with genocide supporters. Fuck the met gala. Fuck Isreal. Pinned post is different resources to help the people in Palestine, please consider donating or helping in any way you can, share what's going on, help spread what's happening.

Dear, Mr. Manager (Twice NSFW Smut)

[ Sick Day Pt. 2 – See Pt. 1 ]

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

TWICE Momo Hirai x Manager!Male Reader

Tags: 3.9k words, wholesome, manager x idol, multiple creampies, phone sex, romance, mutual masturbation, caught in the act, date, squirting, slight comedy

"Hey girls... Back already?" you asked, Momo still impaled on your softening cock, her tits pressing against your chest. Jihyo, who was at the front, slowly and silently closed the door as the girls opted to wait outside till you two were done. You and Momo shared a quick and embarrassed glance as you both scrambled to get up and get dressed. However, the two of you weren't able to keep too far apart from each other, sharing a passionate kiss or two amidst the scuffle. Once you were done, you left the room as Momo stayed. She gave you a floating kiss as you left. Outside, you bumped into the rest of the girls.

"Mr. Manager!" Nayeon gasped as the others shook their heads in embarrassment and disbelief. "We expected so much better from you..." Tzuyu pouted, as she walked in with the others. Jihyo stayed behind, closing the door so the girls couldn't hear your conversation. "Y/N, I–I can't believe this..." she brought her fingers to her nose bridge, "...alright, what's done is done– I'll have a talk with Momo and see how she feels about this. If I get any semblance that she was coerced, or forced, or anything like that... You. Are. Dead. You hear me?"

Despite being her manager, Jihyo still knew how to strike fear into your heart. Perhaps it's the overall Muscle Mommy vibe. You nodded in acknowledgement of what she said. "Hope you two had a good time... we might have to request for new bedsheets now..." she sighed, waving you off. You watched as she entered the room before making haste back to your car. As you sat in your car trying to process the events of the day, you decided it was best for you to drive home and maybe give the girls some space for a bit.

About a week or so later, you get a text message from Jihyo. "Y/N, I'd like to schedule a meetup with you. It's important." Immediately, alarm bells started ringing in your head and you accepted the meetup request. As you arrived at the meetup venue, you noticed Momo and Jihyo sitting at a table. Oh shit, did you knock Momo up already? Damn, this is bad... You enter the venue and take a seat at their table, an awkward silence surrounded the three of you.

"Hello, Mr. Manager. Momo here has something she wants to tell you." Jihyo started, not doing much to help ease your anxiety about the situation. You braced yourself as Momo opened her mouth.

"Mr. Manager... I'd like to... pursue a romantic relationship with you..." Momo confessed. You sat shocked, your mouth agape. That’s it? Phew... "Momo... Are you sure? Have you spoken to Jihyo about this?"

"She has. And she is a grown woman, I can't really dictate who she wants to date, I'm not her mom. But I am here to make sure your managerial duties remain done appropriately despite being with Momo. Can we agree on that?"

"Yeah, of course. I think this will only keep me closer to you guys if you guys need any help or whatsoever."

"Good. I guess you two are dating now... Thank goodness for the lack of boundary–breaking paparazzi... I'm sure in some other universe, you two would be screwed."

"Well, we did screw each other~" Momo joked, Jihyo's face scrunching up as she cringed. "Momo, that's the worst attempt at a joke I've ever heard you say," Jihyo shook her head, playfully repulsed by Momo's terrible sense of humour.

You shared some last few exchanges before Jihyo got up, followed by yourself and Momo. As the three of you parted ways, you decided to take Momo out on a proper date. You booked a fancy restaurant, and drove Momo back to her shared apartment with Nayeon. You walked Momo up to her door as she went in to change, Nayeon gave you a flirty wave as the door opened, prompting a playful punch by Momo.

"Nice suit. You guys heading out for a date~?" Nayeon asked teasingly.

"Why yes, we are. Wanna come?" you returned the same attitude back at her. Nayeon nodded approvingly as she returned to her own activity. You couldn't help but feel nervous as you waited patiently. You've had your fun on that fateful day, but now it's the time to take things slow, and you didn't know if you were up for the challenge.

Suddenly, Momo walked out of her room, her hair flowing down onto her chest, wearing an elegant but dominating, figure–hugging blazer dress, she was absolutely stunning. Your heart skipped a beat as she approached you, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you. You stood frozen, your lips quivering.

"Momo... You look... gorgeous..." you complimented her, your eyes digesting her entire look. Nayeon gave the two of you a knowing glance as you extended your arm out to her. As Momo locked arms with you, you walked her back to your car and set off for the restaurant. Upon arriving, you were seated at your reserved table.

As you ordered, the two of you talked about everything – from your childhood to your dreams, and even shared your favorite movies, songs, and TV shows. It was a comfortable silence as you both laughed and enjoyed the small talk. The food arrived, and you took turns feeding each other, causing the other diners to give you judgmental stares.

The two of you decided to keep the PDA to a minimum as to not rile up the other guests. "Momo, are you okay with me taking this slow?" you asked, wanting to make sure she was up for a steady pace.

Momo swallowed her bite, setting the fork down before responding, "Of course. I appreciate you taking the time to get to know me outside the stage... especially since it felt like we skipped a few steps the last time..."  Her eyes shone with contentment and reminisce as her hands reached for yours under the table, her thumb caressing tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I'm excited to see what's in store for us," she added, her smile bright, showing her eagerness for the future.

As the night went on, you decided to end it with a little stargazing session. You drove to a nearby cliffside parking lot. The two of you climbed onto the hood of your car and gazed upwards into the forever–expanding vacuum that was space.

"I hope you had a good time tonight, Momo."

"I did, Mr. Manager..." she responded, her body leaning onto yours.

"Please, call me Y/N."

Momo gave you a wide and warm smile as she nodded. Before long, your lips connected under the starry night sky in a deep and loving kiss. A manager dating an idol under his name is often considered taboo, but who's really keeping up with the semantics of it all?

It was late and was about time for the both of you to get home. You helped Momo back into your car as you drove back to her apartment. "What's your address, Y/N?" Momo asked you. "I hope I'm not making you drive too far..." her burrows frowed in concern.

"Oh don't worry about it, Momo. I actually don't live too far away from you. So once I get you back home safe, I can just drive back to my place." 

"Momo, before we get to your place, I have a question for you. If we're gonna be together, I want to make sure we're on the same page. Do you want to keep this a secret for now?"

Momo thought for a moment. "I'm okay with that, for now. Let's keep it between us, Y/N." She gave you a reassuring smile, your fingers still entwined with hers as you drove. The two of you reached her apartment. After walking her up to her apartment, she unlocked her door. "You want to come in for a bit? I'm afraid that you might be too tired to drive..."

"It's alright. I'll be okay. Plus, I don't wanna bother Nayeon," your lips curled as you bid her farewell. But not before sharing a hungry kiss. You walked back to your car and drove back to your own apartment for the night. You went through your nightly routine before noticing you received several texts from Momo, with the inclusion of some spicy pictures.

You laid in bed, your phone illuminating the room as you scrolled through Momo's texts. You bit your bottom lip as you admired the pictures she had sent. Before you knew it, your phone buzzed, a notification that Momo was calling you.

Your heart raced as you answered the call, "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N..." Momo whispered, her voice sensual and inviting. "I'm going to do something naughty~ Wanna see?"

"Oh? And what might that be?" You replied, trying to maintain your composure.

"I'm taking off my dress..." she whispered, as she turned her video feed on. She placed the phone on her bed, leaning against the wall as she continued, "...and I want you to describe to me how hard you're getting just by watching me~"

Your breath hitched, the sight of Momo sensually stripping before you, her body on full display, was enough to send a surge of heat to your cock. "Momo, just the thought of you standing there, your dress sliding down, revealing your beautiful body... Let alone getting to watch it? I'm already at attention, baby... Aching to be inside you..."

Momo continued to undress herself and before long, you watched as the dress she wore to your date fell, pooling at her ankles. "It's off, Y/N. I'm standing here, all naked for you... you're making me so wet just by talking to me~" her voice was breathy, her need for you evident in her tone.

Your breathing grew heavy, your hand already making its way to your growing erection through your boxers. "Fuck... I wish I was there with you, Momo... I would worship your body, starting from your neck, making my way down, tracing my tongue along your collarbone, kissing those gorgeous, soft tits... It pisses me off that I can't..."

Momo moaned out loud, "Yes, Y/N, keep going. Make me feel it."

"I'd take one of your nipples into my mouth and hold it steady with my teeth. I'd be sucking on it, flicking my tongue over it, making you moan. And then I'd move to the other one, repeating the same until you're begging for more."

"Oh, Y/N..." Momo's voice trembled, "Please, please continue..."

You watched as Momo shifted onto her bed, adjusting the camera so it would capture the sight of her beautiful flaps as she began rubbing her body, the distinct sound of fingers against skin. 

"Fuck... Y/N, don't stop..." Momo began pleasuring herself as you continued to paint her a picture of your desires. "I'd slide my hand down, my fingers now trailing along the crease of your waist, feeling the curve of your hips. My hand would continue down, arriving at your wet slit, my fingers now parting your soft folds..."

"Y/N– Y/N, please... I need more..." Momo's voice was desperate, her need for you tangible through the phone.

"I would slide three fingers deep inside you, feeling your walls clench around me. I'd thrust my fingers in and out, mimicking the way I'd be pounding you if I was there, our bodies moving in perfect sync, my finger sliding in and out, your moans getting louder and louder."

"Y/N– That's it– Mmmh~" Momo's moans grew more intense, "Y/N, I can't... I can't, I'm going to–"

Her voice cut off as she threw her head back. Her cries of pleasure echoed out in her room. You watched as she squirted onto her phone, her body succumbing to the pleasure you'd given her. That squirt turned you on so much that it sent your hand moving faster around your erection, your shaft slick with precum as you prepared for your own climax. "Fuck– Momo, your voice... I'm gonna c–cum..."

Your bodies were in sync, both of you reaching your peaks, the sounds of your climaxes filling your rooms, your breathing heavy as you both came down from your high. "Momo..." You whispered, your hand still wrapped around your softening dick.

"Y/N..." Momo replied, her voice hazy and spent. "That was... amazing..."

"Momo, I don't want to bother Nayeon, but if it's alright with you, I can come back over, and we can continue from where we left off."

Momo hesitated for a moment. "I... I'd love that. But please, be quiet. Nayeon's a light sleeper."

You chuckled, "Oh no... I'm not sure I'll be able to keep quiet while you're riding me..."

You hung up, quickly slipping into a pair of shorts, throwing your hard–on back into your underwear. You drove back to Momo's apartment, your heart racing as you approached the door. You messaged her to let you know you've arrived. A few soft footsteps later, Momo opened the door, her eyes wide in surprise. "You came back~". Her tone was playful, her gaze traveling down to the bulge in your shorts. You slipped inside, moving with the grace of a stealthy ninja. You smirked, "I'll do my best to be quiet, baby~" you whispered, as you stepped inside, closing the door softly behind you.Momo guided you to her room.

Momo's hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, yanking it down slightly as her hands gripped your erection. She began stroking it slowly. "Mmm... I can't wait to have you inside me, Y/N."

You helped Momo onto the bed, your lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss, your hands trailing down her body, exploring her curves as you kissed her. Your tongue dueled with hers, your bodies eager to have each other. You guided Momo to lie down, your hand moving to her core. "Momo, you ready?"

"Y/N, I've been waiting for you all night..." She replied breathlessly.

You grinned, positioning yourself between her legs. "I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you... Do you want me to take you?"

"Y/N, yes... Take me." Momo's eyes pleading with yours, her body inviting you in.

You lined yourself up with her entrance, letting out a slow but purposeful thrust, your body merging with hers. You both moaned, the pleasure between you unmistakable. Momo's hands gripping your back, her hips meeting with yours.

Pleasure coursed through you both, the delicious sound of skin slapping against skin, your thrusts deep, your hips rolling in sync with hers, your bodies lit by the moonlight streaming in from the window, the two of you coming together in a dance of passion. 

"Momo– you feel so good..." you moaned softly as your lips began to claim hers. You both reached for each other, your fingertips digging into her flesh, the two of you locked in each other's gaze, your hips slamming into each other, a carnal symphony of pleasure.

Your breath hitched, your release imminent. "Momo..." you stammered, your thrusts growing faster, your body trembling.

"Y/N... Do it, let go inside me... Fill me up... my dear, Mr. Manager~" Momo encouraged, her eyes bright with lust, the two of you hurtling towards the edge.

You met her gaze, your thrusts hitting harder, your release taking over, your body shuddering, her name escaping your lips, both of you melding together as you came, your body spasms rippling through you, your release coating Momo's insides.

Momo's body shivered, her moans mufflered by your chest, your hearts beating as one. You collapsed on top of her, your breaths heavy and ragged. You gazed into each other's eyes as you two let out a few more sultry moans. Your lips connected once more in a desperate kiss as you hear banging from the next room over.

"FUCK– Y/N– NNNGHH~!"

Both you and Momo turned your heads slowly towards the wall, your mouths hanging in confusion and intrigue.

"Mmmh– Fuck... Shit, I just squirted all over the floor–" the voice suddenly paused, "–wait, can you guys hear me?"

You turned your head away and chuckled as Momo pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yes. Nayeon– have you been listening to us the whole time?"

The voice went silent for a little. "Yeah, you kinda woke me up when you guys decided to have phone sex."

You broke out into a hearty laugh, unsure to be embarrassed or amused by the situation. Momo seemed to be playfully annoyed.

"Goddamn– you guys should do this here more often... maybe let me watch... that'd be nice, yeah..."

As Nayeon ran off to grab tissues from the kitchen, you and Momo shared another deep kiss before drifting off to sleep in each others' arms. The following day, you woke up and slowly detangled yourself from Momo so she wouldn't be startled awake. You gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before draping a blanket over her nude body. You made your way to the bathroom to freshen up for the morning. On the way, you pass by Nayeon's room.

"Mmmh– Nngh– Y/N... Just like that..." she seemed to be mumbling something in her sleep. Following your shower, you lent a bathrobe and headed to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. About an hour or so went by and the two girls finally awoke, Momo first and then Nayeon. Momo looked well–rested but Nayeon had an expression you couldn't describe. She stumbled over to the seats at the kitchen counter and waited for Momo to shower.

"Good morning, Nayeon. How was your sleep?"

"Morning Y/N– I mean, Mr. Manager... I take it as only Momo and Jihyo can call you that... but I only managed to sleep at like 3AM."

"I appreciate it, thank you. Oh no, why's that?"

Nayeon rubbed her eyes, before folding her arms on the counter and dropping her head onto them.

"I spent the whole night touching myself... to you."

You froze for a bit, your cheeks flushed. What a forward girl... In a way, you admired her honesty... but maybe some extra PR lessons in case... "W–Well, I'm flattered. But you know my current relationship with Momo, correct?"

She nodded, her eyes struggling to open. "I just wanna listen, is all. It's hot– You're both hot."

Your mouth hung open for a little, unsure of what to say. She's so blunt– Just then, Momo sauntered out of the bathroom, the towel she had on wrapping around her curves. She gave a slight wink before heading back into her room to get changed.

You gestured for Nayeon to head to the showers since Momo is out. She groggily dragged herself off the counter and waddled over to the bathroom. You shook your head slightly, amused at the different personalities of girls you've found yourself managing.

As you laid the breakfast out, Momo waltzed out of her room and walked over to you. She gave the breakfast a big sniff before turning to you and wrapping her arms around your neck. She pulled you into a spicy kiss as your hands gripped onto her waist gently.

"Mmmh~ Good morning, Y/N~ Is all this for me?"

"Well, you've gotta share some of it with Nayeon."

Momo gave you a teasing pout before grabbing a plate and picking which dishes she wanted to take. She playfully wiggled her plump jeans–clad ass in front of you like bait on the end of a fishing line. Tried as you might, but you couldn't resist her allure. You grabbed onto her hips and quickly pulled your cock out from its confines.

"Sorry, Momo... You're just irresistible..."

"Oh–!" Momo gasped as she felt the sudden sensation of your hands on her hips. Her surprise slowly turned into desire as you began to bend her over the counter. She placed her plate on the counter as a smirk appeared on her lips.

Momo let out a low, sultry moan, "Oh, Y/N~" as you freed her from her jeans, her ass now bared for you. You gave it a tight smack before letting your cock prob her entrance, her slick walls eagerly taking you in. Her moans grew louder, her hips gyrating as you slid in and out slowly.

"Ahhh, Y/N~" she cried out, the ruffles on her shirt fluttering. They danced with each thrust as her tits swayed beneath her shirt, the sound of your hips slamming against her plump ass filling the room.

"Mmmm– Fuck, Y/N..." she moaned, her voice shaking. "You feel... so fucking good..." Her words were punctuated by gasping breaths as you slammed into her, the kitchen counter digging into her chest, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust.

"Gnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don't stop..." Momo's voice was desperate, her hands clawing at the counter, her body tensing with each thrust.

Your pace was frantic, your thrusts driving her towards ecstasy, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Momo's moans escalating. "Fuck, Momo, I'm close..." you warned, your grip tightening on her hips.

"Y/N... Y/N, let it out... let it out inside me... Pump me full~" She begged, her voice thick with lust.

Hearing her request, you tangled your fingers in her low, messy ponytail and yanked it towards you, her head tilting back as her moans echoed. "Oh my, so rough~"

You hammered into Momo, your climax beginning to flow, the two of you approaching your own orgasms. Her moans grew louder, her body tightening around you. "Momo, I'm cumming..."

"Do it– Do it, baby~" she cried out. With that, your release took over, your thrusts hitting harder, your body shuddering. "Y/N~! Fill me up, Mr. Manager~ Pump all that seed into me~" your name escaping her lips as your release flooded her insides. Her body shivered, her moans muffling against the counter as you came together, your hearts beating as one.

You collapsed on her back, your breaths ragged. You held her close, lost in the afterglow. "Momo, you're incredible, I fucking love you..." you whispered, your heart racing.

The two of you slowly detangled and straightened yourselves out as Nayeon groggily walked out of the bathroom and back into her room. You helped Momo grab a plate of the breakfast you made, your lips connecting once more, your tongues exploring each other, savoring each other's taste. "Let's eat, baby," you said, gently guiding her to the table.

Momo's face was flushed, her eyes bright. "Yes, Y/N– let's eat." She smiled, the two of you sitting down to breakfast, your hands entwining as you enjoyed the morning calm.

Not long later, Nayeon joined the two of you at the table, grabbing her own plate. Her widened eyes suggested that your food tasted amazing. "Damn, Momo– you should have Mr. Manager here more often. We'd be eating so good."

You let out a chuckle as you finished your plate. You looked at Momo and asked if she'd wanted to join you to go run some errands. She nodded excitedly and went to grab her purse. You were left with Nayeon once more.

"Do you wanna come?"

"Oh– uhh, no thanks. I'll stay behind to finish the rest of the breakfast."

You both shared a laugh before Momo walked out with her belongings in hand. You stood up, locked arms with Momo and headed out. The two of you wandered around a nearby shopping mall together as you ran your errands. That was when you saw a familiar face.

"Mina?"

"Momo!"

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

Missing You - Bang Chan

Purely a work of Fiction.

Word Count: 2,100

Pairings: Bang Chan x Reader

Warnings: Miscarriage mention, angsty

All dialogue is in Korean unless otherwise specified.

A/N: Recently got into Stray Kids and needed to write some Channie, there isn't nearly enough. Also, Part 2?

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Your POV

Screaming filled your ears as you watched the boys enter the stage. Your eyes immediately searching for your ex-love. He still held your heart even though he was completely unaware. The breakup was messy. You couldn’t stand all the hate you were getting just because he chose to love you. He didn’t want that and said stuff to fans but nothing seemed to stop the damage to your mental health. It became so bad that you decided the best course of action was to leave. That was the last thing Chan or any of the guys wanted. They all loved you and loved having you around. Not only were you the love of Chan’s life, you were the boy's best friend. You became part of their small family and had a place in each of their hearts. While you weren’t able to keep in touch with Chan as it was too painful, you managed to keep in contact with a few of the guys. That’s how you were here. Hannie had texted you as soon as he found out they were performing near home. He got you VIP tickets and everything. You told him that you weren’t sure you’d be able to show up. Never fully committing until about 4 hours ago. So here you stood. All dressed up waiting to see your family. It’d been almost 3 years since you broke up with Chan, and you finally followed each other on socials again, thanks to the guys.

As the concert ended a guard came out of the back and nodded to you. Making sure you weren’t spotted had become a secret skill you developed over the years. You made your way over to him and showed him your badge to identify yourself. He slowly led you around the darkness backstage. You heard them before you saw them. All just standing around. Hannie kept looking around hopeful, he was the first to spot you. “Y/N!” Before you knew it he was running at you and lifting you off the ground in a hug. You giggled as you hugged him tightly back, “ Hi Hannie.” Before your feet touched the ground the others were surrounding you, each calling that they were next to hug you.

After hugging all of them, only one remained. He hadn’t joined the group in running over to you. Not what you had hoped. They were all talking so fast you were having issues understanding everything. Then the voice you missed so much cut through the air, “ We should get back home guys.” He wasn’t even going to attempt to say hi? Your heart plummeted. Maybe you really had lost him. Thinking that you lost him completely devastated you, before you dated he was your best friend and he was the person you thought you were going to marry. They all nodded in agreement. You nodded your head, “ Then I better get going-” You were cut off, “ No, you’re coming to hang out. We missed you too much.” Surprised you nodded, “ Alright. Just like old times. I’ll drive and park a few streets away?” Hannie smiled at you as he nodded.

Pulling into an all too familiar parking area you put your car in park and turned it off. You let out a shaky breath not sure if your heart could handle it. Shaking out of the funk you got out and started walking. Luckily their apartments were super close to each other, same floor and everything. All of a sudden standing at their doors you weren’t sure whose to knock on. You used to be able to just use your key and go into 3RACHA’S apartment. You gave the key back when you and Chan broke up. Luckily you didn’t have to make a decision. The door to 3RACHA’s apartment opened and Changbin peaked his head out, “ She’s here!” He hollered back into the apartment before reaching for your wrist and pulling you inside.

Inside the apartment all the guys sat around in the living room, relaxing onto any furniture or the floor. It brought back so many fond memories. You noticed that one was missing and a look crossed your face. The look was noticed immediately by Hyunjin, “ He’s in his room. We hadn’t told him you were going to be there.” That made you groan, “ Guys!” Seungmin put his hands up in surrender, “ Hey, don’t blame us. He told us not to talk to him about you.” Your shoulders fell as your purse hit the couch and you crossed the room to sit on the floor in front of the couch, “ What?” They all nodded, “What do you mean?”

“ He told us you were a forbidden topic if he was around.” This news made your stomach sink. So he had no idea what you were up to these days. That broke your made up world inside your head, you had always thought that he kept tabs on you like you did him, but no. He couldn’t even stand the topic of you. “You okay Noona?” Your gaze flicked over to I.N. “Yeah, fine.” You smiled at the young Maknae across from you. A hand rested on your shoulder and squeezed. You covered the hand with your own smiling back at Felix behind you on the couch.

You spent the next few hours catching up with the guys, playing games and watching movies. One by one they said their goodbyes and headed to their own rooms within the two apartments. Finally it was just you and Hannie left in the living room. “Shit, it’s like 1 am.” Hannie said all of a sudden. “Crap. I’ll head out.” He shook his head, “ No, stay here. Like old times?” You smiled at him, “ I think I’m too tired to drive anyway.” He smiled and got up and left the room. He came back with 2 pillows and 3 blankets, remembering how you like to sleep. “Thank you Hannie.” He reached down and patted your head, “ Goodnight Y/n.” You got all the pillows situated in the way you liked and quickly fell asleep sprawled out on the living room floor.

You bolted upright, chest heaving, having a hard time catching your breath. You heard fast footsteps and almost immediately a light turned on and someone was staring at you. As your eyes adjusted you realized it was Channie, staring at you in just his boxers. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” He ran a hand through his hair, “ You still have nightmares?” Letting out the inhale to a deep breath, “ Yeah. They never really went away.” He moved a bit closer, “ They were gone for almost a year.” You nodded, not trusting your voice. “They started again after you left?” A tear falling down your cheek. “ Yeah, uh, the memories of a miscarriage never really go away Channie” The nickname left your mouth without even thinking. He nodded the memories of the aftermath flooding his brain. You hadn’t even known you were pregnant. Then the cramps got really bad, so bad that he rushed you to the ER thinking that maybe your appendix burst or something. They did a lot, but confirmed all the symptoms were because you were having a miscarriage. That was what broke you the most. The news that you miscarried was leaked and everyone was blaming you. It broke you so much you had to leave. You had to let go of the love of your life. “Y/n?”

Hearing your name in his voice brought you back, except this time he was right in front of you holding your hand and talking, “ Breathe. In. Out.” It took you a minute to recognize that you were having a panic attack. They happen a lot these days. Seeing him in front of you made you snap back into reality. You pulled your hand from his and brought your knees to your chest. A defeated look crossed his face. He shook his head, like he was shaking away a thought. Without a word he stood up and walked back to his room, leaving the light on for you.

Chan’s POV

He was sleeping soundly when he heard such a familiar sound that brought him right out of it. He didn’t even think when he got up and ran out to find the noise. That's when he turned on the light and saw you bolt up from the floor. He heard her apologize in that angelic voice of hers. Surprised at the sound of his own voice he asked about her nightmares. They were nonexistent during their last year together. That's when he heard the word. The word that was the cause of everything he loved being taken from him, “The memories of a miscarriage never really go away Channie.” Hearing that name from her lips felt like heaven to him and he hated it. He remembered everything about that day and the weeks that followed were swallowed up with grief over something they never even got to celebrate. By the time he snapped out of the memories he could tell you were having a panic attack. Without thinking he rushed over and grabbed your hand in his. Your soft hands felt so nice against his, oh how he missed you so much. “Breath. In Out.” He found himself instructing you to breathe, must be muscle memory he thought to himself. You seemed to finally snap out of it. You pulled your hand from his and proceeded to make yourself as small as possible, but so far away from him. It felt like his heart broke all over again as you pulled away from him. He felt like he was going to cry so he stood up and walked to his room without another word.

Your POV

You never fell back to sleep after that. You stayed sitting there thinking and thinking. As daylight creeped in through the curtains you heard a familiar door squeak. A small smile graced your lips knowing they never bothered to fix Hannie’s door. “You’re up?” He said as he walked into the kitchen. You didn’t respond, only nodded. A few minutes went by before he was in front of you handing you a steaming mug of coffee. He lowered himself to sit on the floor next to you. “I had a nightmare.” You started without looking up from your mug. You could feel his eyes on you, prompting you to go on. “He came running to me.” This time you looked over to your best friend to see a look of utter surprise on his face. Hannie couldn’t tell you, but sometimes Chan would be calling for you in his sleep. Especially while on tour. But he felt like it wasn’t his place to tell you this. Shifting to face him, “I never told you what made us break up for good did I?” Hannie shook his head. Sure, the rumor of the miscarriage was heard but he knew if you were pregnant, you would have told him. He watched as you set your mug on the side table.

“I had a miscarriage.” The shock that he felt was indescribable.

“What?”

You pulled your knees to your chest before continuing. “I had a miscarriage, Hannie. We didn’t even know I was pregnant at the time. It got out and the fans, they were ruthless. I couldn’t take it and neither could he. I couldn’t stand to see how upset he was all the time. So, I thought the best thing to do was leave.” His heart broke for both of his best friends.

“Why on earth would you think that?!”

“SHH. Hannie.”

“No, why? It’s not like you stopped loving him, right?” The look in his eyes he was hurt, not only for you but for Chan and how heartbroken he was after you left.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes, "Sometimes it's not that you stop loving them, but you know they deserve better so you let them go. Although it was for the best it still doesn't stop the ache in your chest. I miss him Hannie, so fucking much. And seeing him again brought it all back. I don’t think I can do this.”

You didn't know it but someone else was awake and lingering in the hallway listening to your confession to Hannie. Chan held his breath. He missed you too. So much that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Knowing you still loved him gave him the motivation he needed. He knew he needed to get you back, somehow.

Perfect

Genre: light angst, fluff, suggestive

Cw: Dancer!Minho x Gn!Reader, cheating, past relationship trauma, minho is struggling to get over it, happy ending don't even worry, he's cute and awkward (my favourite min to write)

Wc: 4.8k

Summary: He wanted to not be affected by his past relationship, but it had been 7 months and he still couldn't just confess to you.

AN: This was so fun to write!! I contemplated going further at the end but I didn't think the whole fic was giving smut vibes you know, but let me know what you think!

"Min," you called from the comfort of his sofa, fingers tapping away on your phone while your other hand massaged the soft fur on Dori's head. The rhythmic purring created a tranquil melody in the room.

He glanced at you through the open doorway, your question interrupting his thoughts, and for a moment, his heart pumped at the domesticated scene before him so much that he almost forgot to reply.

He managed a thoughtful, "Yeah?"

"Why haven't you invited me to your party tomorrow?"

Oh.

Minho froze, feeling the weight of your gaze on him, watching his shoulders lift slightly. There was no room to pretend he hadn't just been caught off guard. It was in moments like this when he cursed your uncanny ability to speak your mind confidently, something that he had never been able to do.

The last thing he wanted to do right now was to reveal more than he was ready for- especially without confessing the unspoken feelings he had for you. Ones that he had been trying to push away. But he didn't want to offend you either.

"It's.. not a party," he mumbled, looking down at the unfinished sandwich he had been making. "More of.. a get together."

"With all your friends?" you scoffed, prompting him to glance up, meeting your now-intense gaze.

The phone had been abandoned in your pocket, and he felt a surge of discomfort at your sudden undivided attention. The desire to run away from the conversation tugged at him, the tempting option of faking a heart attack to get out of it seeming like the best one.

"Why don't you want them to meet me?"

"It's not that.." He began, the words faltering on his tongue, but despite his efforts to deny it, he knew it was exactly that.

One of Minho's past relationship had left him weary, the betrayal he had experienced had broken his trust and left him uneasy at the thought of opening up to anyone new. The wounds inflicted by his ex-partner's infidelity ran deep despite how much he tried to get over it as quickly as he could.

There was no time limit on grief and healing, he knew that, but he felt as if it had been long enough now- 7 months, and he was still so hung up on the feeling of someone who he thought was one of his closest friends and his girlfriend running around behind his back.

Despite his facade of indifference that he made sure to emphasize when they were both telling him they didn't mean to hurt him, Minho had made the painful decision to sever ties with both his friend Woojin and his ex-girlfriend the moment he discovered what was happening behind his back. For months, mind you, he didn't let himself he convinced by their cries.

They wouldn't have done it if they cared.

He had acted as if their actions hadn't fazed him, burying the hurt and anger deep within himself. But despite his attempts to move on and just forget, here he was, still thinking about it, still letting it linger.

As much as Minho tried to deny it, those ghosts still haunted him and hung over something potentially happening with you. The fear of being hurt again had tainted his view on introducing his friends and his love interests, causing him to view every interaction through a lens of suspicion and doubt. He couldn't shake the feeling that history might repeat itself, even though he felt that he could trust you- he knew that he could if he even stepped up and told you how he felt for you.

But.. he was just your friend. At the moment, he wouldn't even have an excuse for getting hurt again if you did happen to like one of his friends more than platonically.

He just couldn't do it. Not yet.

As he thought about the idea of introducing you to his friends, he found himself replaying memories of his past relationship, the signs of deception he had missed like when his girlfriend kept finding excuses to visit Woojin and have him come over. The thought of exposing you to his social circle filled him with dread, as if doing so would somehow invite the same pain and betrayal back into his life despite you not even being his girlfriend in the first place.

Even with his growing feelings for you, Minho couldn't silence the nagging voice in the back of his mind, whispering warnings of more hurting and avoiding his pain. Until he could just forget and move on, the prospect of introducing you to his friends remained something he didn't want to cross just yet.

And he also couldn't tell you all that.

"I didn't think you'd get along with them."

The words felt hollow to his own ears even as he was speaking them, and he knew by the look on your face that you knew he was lying. He knew it was a terrible excuse.

"If you don't want me there, it's okay," you replied calmly as you looked down, but there was a hint of dissapointment in your voice. "Just don't lie to me."

Minho felt a pang of guilt in his heart, he knew he owed you the truth- honestly, it was rich of him to withhold it from you when that's what caused all his pain and heartbreak in the first place.

Oh but he did want you there, he really did. But it couldn't be as a friend. It couldn't be as the girl from nextdoor, Minho's neighbour. He wanted you to be Minho's girlfriend, to be by his side, on his arm so that he could shield you away.

But he couldn't, of course, so he didn't invite you.

The thought of you mingling with his unfortunately attractive and funny friend group filled him with a sense of unease. He couldn't bear the idea of any of them showing interest in you, let alone the possibility of you reciprocating those feelings. The thought gnawed at him, that one of them could be better for you than him. One of them probably wouldn't keep you away and under wraps, trying to keep you all to themselves.

He knew that he had to confront his insecurities or let you in.. or let you go, just something. This current arrangement really wasn't working for anyone but him.

As you laughed to yourself and stood up, Minho felt something strange wash over him. He wanted to ask what was so amusing, to understand the thoughts racing through your mind, but the words caught in his throat when you looked up at him.

"Enjoy your party," you announced suddenly, your tone letting him know of the sadness in your words. Minho's heart sank as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

I want you there.

Just say it. Say it.

His feet were still planted in the kitchen and his mouth was still sewn shut as his front door clicked shut gently behind you.

Fuck.

It wasn't a party, it was a get together, he was definitely right about that. In his mind parties usually contain more than 8 people, and they.. party? This was just him and his friends messing about at his house, a get together if you will.

But Minho felt awful, he couldn't stomach the fact that you might be mad at him, or that he might've made you think he was embarrassed or ashamed to introduce you to his friends.

"Lighten up," Jisung laughed, passing him yet another beer. "Or tell me what's wrong."

"I'm not gonna talk even if you get me drunk," he scoffed, taking it anyway- he already was tipsy but he was confident in his ability to not blabber while drunk.

"Is it cause the girl from next door isn't here?" Seungmin smiled coyly, a delightful addition to the conversation.

"No," he defended, obviously too quick for it to be a natural lie, but he wasn't going to let up.

The girl from next door.

See, that's what he didn't want, he didn't want you to just be the girl from next door. He wanted it to be y/n, his girlfriend, who happens to also live next door.

The one who let him rant and rant about his ex girlfriend, who comforted him and told him it was okay for him to be upset and hurt- the only one he truly told that he was upset and hurt. The one who knows his cats and his house inside out, who always offers to help him and give him company, who laughs at his jokes when he knows they're not funny, who planted all your favourite flowers in his garden that you had to tend to- he suspected it was an excuse to come over but of course he didn't care, it made the view outside his window pretty, especially when you were there.

The one he really really likes, despite it all.

"Where is she again?" Felix asked, popping his head into the conversation, prompting Minho to shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"She's busy," he shrugged, taking a swig from his bottle and hoping they weren't going to notice the redness of his ears.

"Doing what?"

Seungmin again, with that stupid smirk.

"She didn't say, I don't know, why would I know?"

"Alright, I got it."

The sensation of two hands shaking him from behind the couch startled him, causing him to jolt slightly and spilling beer over his shirt. He blinked, trying to process the unexpected interruption.

"Why don't you tell her how you feel already?" the voice laughed, tone filled with a mix of teasing and just a plain urge for him to stop torturing himself.

Minho's heart skipped a beat. They knew? They all knew?

Well, if they didn't, Chan certainly didn't leave room for misinterpretation.

There was no escaping it now, their knowing looks trapping him inside his head. The truth hung heavy in the air, demanding to be acknowledged.

"I- I don't.." he started, his words struggling to articulate his thoughts and fuck now he was blushing and they were all going to tease him about it and never let it die. With a sudden surge of panic, he jumped up from his seat, eager for an escape.

"I'm getting a new shirt."

As Minho climbed the stairs, grumbling under his breath, the echoes of laughter from his living room bounced up the walls.

Felix followed him up, a soft sound of a knock on his door and a short grunt from Minho as he was pulling off his shirt.

"We're just joking." He smiled, always so bright and cheerful.

"Yeah," he shrugged, pursing his lips, "I know."

"There's nothing wrong with having feelings for her."

"Yeah I know," he huffed, bringing his hand up to rub at his red cheeks that he hid from Felix by facing the opposite direction- digging through his drawers for another shirt.

The younger man sat on the edge of his bed, kicking his feet gently, eyeing the way that Minho was turned away. Yet another attempt from him to hide.

"You're allowed to move on, it's been long enough."

"Yeah.."

It has, right? It's been more than half a year, why is he still dwelling on what happened? He's sure the two of them aren't hung up on him after cheating on him.

"I know."

You spotted a man leaning against Minho's wall, his posture relaxed and yet commanding- in a gentle way. A surge of curiosity washed over you as you observed him, realizing that this was one of his friends, one that he for some reason didn't want to meet you. He seemed nice enough.

From his physique, it was evident that he was athletic, his muscular build contrasting with Minho's somewhat leaner frame. He had been getting bigger lately though, especially within the last few weeks.

...

It was hard not to notice.

Really, how weren't you supposed to see? It was like everytime you saw him coming home from the gym he was wearing one of those tight black shirts that accentuated everyth-

As if sensing your gaze, the man looked up and caught your eye. A warm smile spread across his face, accompanied by a friendly wave. You returned the gesture with a smile of your own.

The mystery friend beckoned you over, a sense of intrigue pulling you away from the mindless crochet you had been engrossed in. With a slight skip in your step, you abandoned the half-finished blanket for Doongie and headed to the door.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you took in the irony. Even when you were mad at him, he was still so present- in everything. You couldn't help but be reminded of him in the simplest of activities. The thought brought a mixture of exasperation and longing.

Despite the uncertainties of whatever it was that was lingering between you and Minho at the moment, there was a glimmer of excitement in the prospect of connecting with his friend, if only for a moment before you were banished away again.

Banished may be a strong word, but it's how you felt.

You just couldn't wrap your head around why he didn't want you to meet his friends. He'd already met yours and it went great, they all loved him. Your neighbour had met your parents, even, helped them move their luggage from the car when he noticed then from the kitchen window when they came to stay with you for a weekend.

What a nice man, they had said.

"I'm Chris," the mystery man smiled, holding his hand out.

You took it gladly, "y/n, you're a friend of Min's?"

He nodded, "yeah, we dance together."

"That's so cool! How long have you been dancing for?"

One of Minhos dance friends, from his team you're guessing, he vaguely mentions them every once in a while, not that he ever gives you any information about them that you don't have to pry out of his grasp.

"Like.. years, I can't remember a time when I didn't dance."

You smiled, "that's great that you're so passionate, are you all dancers?"

He saw you looking towards the back door, a longing expression dancing across your features slightly- not wanting to reveal how much it had hurt your feelings that he didn't want you there.

"Yeah we're all dancers," Chan smiled sympathetically, he wasn't sure what was going on between you two, but it didn't take a genius to figure out you weren't happy about not being in there with the rest of them. "He didn't tell you?"

"I knew he had dancer friends but that was it."

He nodded, a thoughtful pout flashing across his lips. "Come in?"

"Oh.. no," you quickly laughed, failing at not letting your new acquaintance know you were troubled. "Min didn't invite me and I don't.. you know, it'd be rude."

"He didn't invite you?"

"No," you smiled with a pityful giggle.

Chan's brain was whirring, trying to put things together in his head- he'd said you were busy and that was why you weren't there. But you didn't seem to be busy at all, frankly. And now it's revealed that Minho didn't even invite you?

"Why wouldn't he?"

"That's what I thought," you agreed, tossing your wrists out, "I asked him a few days ago and he just made up some stupid reason."

Chris tutted, entertaining the beginning of your rant with a smile on his face as he gestured for you to continue.

Something tipped him off that you had some things to say about the situation.

"He said he was worried I wouldn't get along with you guys?"

"Stupid," he nodded.

"Yes! Thank you, I mean, it's not the end of the world if one of you didn't like me.. you know, and he's- Minho's met all of my friends and he's met my parents and I don't even know your names? "

"Damn, he doesn't mention us at all?" Chan laughed, his dimples making an appearance as he laughed at your huffed expression.

You smiled exasperatedly, "I practically know nothing."

He opened his mouth to reply, but your eyes spotted a second man who peeked his head out of the front door to see where your new friend had gone.

You waved immediately, catching his attention- and causing Chan to turn back to see who you had found.

"Oh Changbin, this is y/n," he cocked his head, and you didn't miss the questioning look he sent Chan at the mention of your name.

"Not busy?"

"Well, I was crocheting a little cat blanket 5 minutes ago but I'd much rather be talking to you guys," you smiled warmly.

"Ahh nice to meet you then," he grinned- shaking your hand, "you got a cat?"

"No, it's for Doongie, but don't tell Min."

"Surprise?"

"It won't be, but also I'm mad at him at the moment."

They laughed, leaning against the wall as you stayed your side of the painted white fence.

Your neighbour had helped you paint it actually, dropped everything to assist you as soon as you'd mentioned in a passing comment that you were tired of the reddish woodstain of it.

Navigating the emotional signals that Minho sent your way was like trying to decipher a complex puzzle with no clear solution. His actions often left you feeling confused, yet there was always an undeniable allure to him that never failed to captivate you.

It was a constant tug of war, each conflicting emotion fighting for dominance in your heart. One moment, his words or actions would make you think he liked you, and the next, he would do something like this that had you doubting it all- pushing you away and lying to you.

Despite the rollercoaster of emotions, there was a magnetic pull to Minho that you couldn't deny. Honestly, his enigmatic nature only added to how captivated you were by him, drawing you in deeper even as you struggled to make sense of his pushing and pulling.

There was a part of you that couldn't help but be utterly smitten by him. The mere thought of him never failed to set your heart aflutter even when he was being like this and you were annoyed with him.

The rest of the boys slowly filtered outside to join Chan and Changbin and you, each taking a second to introduce themselves and say hi before easily being caught up to speed on the topic of conversation. More so, investigation on why Minho hadn't wanted his friends to meet you.

They were a loud bunch, the 6 of them, and they clearly had no reservations or boundaries with personal questions- which seemed to be the only real reason you could think of that he wouldn't want them around you.

The question that hung in the air- "Do you like him?" -caught you off guard, causing your cheeks to flush with embarrassment. It was a blunt inquiry that left little room for evasion, one that you didn't expect straight away.

Despite your best efforts to maintain composure, your reaction would have been enough. With a sheepish smile, you acknowledged the obvious, knowing that there was no point in denying what was already written across your flushed face.

"That's so cute! He-" One of them started, being elbowed in the side by the one with fluffy hair that was stood besides him.

"He.. what?" You asked, observing the smiles and glances that passed between the group in front of you. You laughed, "what is it?"

As Minho descended the stairs with Felix, anticipation bubbling within him after the strangely therapeutic heart to heart he'd had with his younger member- about how he should confess, just get it over with atleast.

A sour taste filled his mouth, and his heart sank in his chest as he realized that the laughter he heard was emanating from outside the front door. Your laughter, and theirs.

Dread washed over him as he approached the open door, the sound of conversation growing louder with each step.

He couldn't help but notice the easy rapport and laughter that flowed effortlessly between you all. His heart clenched with a mixture of pride and apprehension as he watched you interact with his friends, your charisma and beauty shining brightly despite the cloudy sky.

He observed the undeniable chemistry between you and his friend group and felt his limbs grow heavy. He couldn't help but feel overshadowed by their charisma and charm, and a wave of self-doubt washed over him as he imagined you comparing him to them just like what had happened 7 months ago. Or 8, or 9, who knew when she realised Woojin was better?

He couldn't shake the thought that you might find his friends more appealing, more suited to you than he could ever hope to be. They were all disgustingly handsome, and he knew it was an undeniable fact- there was no use in hoping you didn't notice.

A hand patting his shoulder jolted him forward out of the hallway, and the circle around you parted like the red sea at Minho's arrival, tension thickening the air around the two of you as you fixed your gaze on his guilty expression. His laughter sounded nervous, an attempt to diffuse the palpable tension that hung between you.

"So you've met everyone," Minho hummed, his voice strained with anxiety as he attempted to steer the conversation away from the uncomfortable confrontation that he knew was brewing before him.

But you weren't about to let him off the hook so easily.

"Why would you tell them I was busy?" you questioned, tone laced with a mix of exasperation and disappointment. Your accusation sent a shiver down Minho's spine- he knew you could see right through him.

"Y/n," Minho mumbled, stepping closer to the fence, grateful for Chan's intervention as he ushered the rest of their friends back inside.

Minho knew he needed to address the issue now, head on, no more avoidance.

"I didn't... I-" he began, his words stumbling over each other as he struggled to articulate his thoughts.

"What's so bad about me that your friends can't even meet me?" you interrupted, your voice tinted with hurt.

"Nothing! No, no that's not-" Minho protested, his heart sinking at the thought of you thinking it was anything negative to do with you. He scrambled for the right words, desperate to reassure you that it was his own insecurities and fears.

"It's fine.. Min," you sighed, your disappointment palpable as you began walking towards your slightly ajar front door. "I won't-"

The sound of Minho effortlessly jumping the fence behind you made you scoff in disbelief, but before you could react, you felt a gentle tug on your summer dress. You met his gaze when you turned back to face him, vulnerability reflecting in his eyes.

"I didn't want you to meet them," he confessed, sucking in a breath like that was his big confession.

You knew that.

Minho blinked owlishly at you, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as he glanced down at his hand, releasing the fabric of your dress that he had bunched up in his palm.

"I... thought you'd like them more than me."

"What?" you scrunched your face in confusion, disbelief washing over you like a gentle wave as you struggled to process his confession. The idea that Minho could doubt himself in comparison to his friends that you'd just met left you feeling bewildered and saddened.

The man who had done everything you ever asked, kept you company when you needed it, listened to you rant and vent to him more times than you could count, drank with you until he had to tuck you into bed and stumble back down to the couch because even though he was drunk too you were always his first priority. The one who brought you countless portions of food that he claimed to have leftover, who let you come over and see the cats whenever you wanted even if it was just an excuse to see him.

Minho's feet shuffled on the concrete of your doorstep.

The wind blew the falling blooms of your cherry blossom tree between the two of you- a few resting gently in his black hair as he pouted down at the ground.

"What are you talking about, Minho?"

"I thought... if you met my friends, you wouldn't... I thought I wouldn't have a shot with you anymore," he sighed. "I don't know if I ever did."

Minho's big eyes met yours and his bottom lip slipped under his teeth.

"And now I've blown it anyway, right? You're mad at me?"

He looked up, silently begging for you to just put him out of his misery- at least tell him he didn't have a chance, tell him which of his friends had inevitably caught your affection.

Tell him so that he could stop looking at you like you were his entire world, admiring the beauty in such a simple expression. Even now, with your eyes scrunched at him in disbelief, he saw a cherry blossom land in your hair- finding the sudden urge to reach over and tuck that strand of hair behind your ear.

He'd keep the flower in, it's pretty.

It suits you. It matches your pretty summer dress that you wore even though it wasn't summer- it was hardly the weather for a dress like that and yet you wore it because you liked it and god he just..

He had to tell you.

"I love you," he spoke, his voice barely audible above the sound of the birds tweeting around in the background. "And I was scared. And I didn't want you to like any of them more than me, just like she did.."

Minho's admission of self-doubt tugged at you, empathy stirring within you as you recalled the frustration you had felt when he had told you about his ex-girlfriend. The mere thought of someone cheating on Minho, the most perfect man you had ever met, filled you with anger.

You wondered how you didn't realise your feelings for him then, honestly, and god knows he was too filled with hurt to process the fact that you were telling him how amazing he was and how lucky anyone would be to have him and if you had him you definitely wouldn't ever let him go.

You couldn't bear to see him in this anguish any longer, yearning for a closure than only you could provide.

"Min," you pursed your lips, voice soft yet stern like you were telling him off for even thinking that. "I like your friends, they're cool, but.. I love you."

His eyes sparkled with the hope and relief you'd just instilled in him.

"You're so perfect, I.. I couldn't imagine ever looking at anyone the way I look at you."

Bashful laughter peaked from Minho's throat as he shook his head, his mouth opening to say something, anything, but you beat him to it. Your lips gently pressed against his, a tender gesture that left him momentarily stunned.

A squeak of surprise escaped him as his eyebrows shot up, his hands hovering in the air as if suspended in disbelief. But as the warmth of your kiss enveloped him, all his doubt melted away, replaced by a rush of overwhelming affection and gratitude.

With a soft sigh of contentment he leaned into the kiss, his hands finding your hips as yours rested on his chest, finally getting to savour the sweet taste of your lips against his own.

The muffled sound of cheers and clapping made the two of you swing your heads around in surprise. There, all 7 of his friends had their faces pressed against the glass of Minho's kitchen window, alight with joy and pride.

You and Minho shared a sheepish glance before bursting into laughter, and as he backed away to finally bring you to his 'get together', you decided it didn't even mean that much to you anymore. Not after what had just happened anyway. You'd waited way too long.

You grabbed his hand, waving goodbye to his friends and dragging the man stumbling inside your house so that you were away from prying eyes and teasing smiles.

The shy grin that graced his lips made you need to push him against the door, listen to the gasp that escaped him and watch the way his ears went bright red.

Perfect, he was perfect, down to all his little tells and quirks.

"Go easy on me," he giggled nervously, "I didn't mean to hide it for so long."

You hummed, basking in his stuttered breathing as you played with the hem of his shirt- your fingers grazing the warm skin of his stomach underneath.

"Say please."

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The perfect equation (drabble)

pairing: changbin x gn!reader

a/n: just a soft thought for binnie🥺

You're melting into the material of the couch, your face squished against the pillow as you lay on your stomach, staring at the tv.

Or through it, more likely.

You're lost in thought, you know you shouldn't dwell on stupid stuff like this but a comment your coworker made about you sent you down on a spiral.

You haven't been able to shut your mind up since then.

"Honey, I'm home!"- you boyfriend's loud but welcoming voice announces his arrival to your shared apartment.

Usually, you greet him back enthusiastically but this time all Changbin hears is a little grunt coming from the living room.

"Honey?"- he repeats, feet padding towards you.

The sight he stumbles upon makes him coo, you wrapped up in a blanket like a little burrito as you look up at him cutely.

"Baby, are you feeling sick?"- he asks cautiously, kneeling next to the couch to look at your face closely.

"No."- you say. "Someone made me sad."

"Who did? Who do I have to beat up?"- he asks, frowning as he puts his hands on his hips comically, exaggerating his reaction to make you smile.

"Me. I made myself sad."- you sigh and he pouts, his hand coming up to caress your hair.

"How so?"- your boyfriend asks gently.

"Thinking about how you could do so much better than me and have someone prettier and more successful in your life. Someone who-"

"Hey, hey now."- Changbin stops you before you go on a tangent. "Do not insult the love of my life in front of me!"- he waves his finger at you.

You stare at him for a few seconds before you burst out laughing.

"You're fucking silly."- you say with a smile and he pokes your cheek, mirroring your smiling face.

"You're fucking silly. I love you."- he emphasizes.

"I love you too."- you chuckle as your stomach swarms with butterflies.

"How about we watch a movie, snack and cuddle?"- Changbin suggests and you nod, sitting up.

"That sounds like the perfect equation."- you say and he giggles before leaning closer to your face.

"I think you forgot to add one more variable for the equation."- he smirks cutely.

"Which is?"- you ask.

"A kiss."- he answers and leans in as you giggle against his lips, kissing your sweet silly man.

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Asking boyfriend Stray Kids “If an evil witch turned me into a kitten, what would you do?” | OT8 x you

notes: I’m back home so I’m gonna ask forgiveness for my disappearing with some fun/fluff silly fake texts!

Bang Chan x GN! Neutral Reader after the Met Gala - Reverse Comfort - FAKE TEXTS

- Prompt: Stray Kids encounters disrespectful paparazzi at the Met Gala. Of course they’re bummed out and upset, you come to the rescue

- Genre: Reverse Comfort

- Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: This scenario came to mind after reading chan’s passive aggressive bubble messages. The paparazzi were WAY out of line and just overall disrespectful to stray kids at the met gala. They deserve so much better than this and I hope they know stays are so so proud of them. If you want a part 2 maybe i can figure something out, just let me know and i hope you guys enjoy :)

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, violence (sort of)

He Calls you a Gold Digger : BANGCHAN & MINHO VERSION

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➽ Genre: Angst, Break Up

➽ Warnings: Some Swear words, accusation of being a gold digger

This was inspired by this amazing creator

Note: This is my First Fake Text thing so go easy on me lol

Chan

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Minho

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Just The Way You Are

A/N: Just a tiny thing to help me warm up on writing again. It sucks, but again I am still working on trying to get back to the place I once was when it comes to writing. Not edited so I am sure there are a lot of mistakes. My apologies.

Pairing: Bang Chan x Chubby Fem!Reader

Warning: MDNI! Talks of being insecure about weight, a bit of adult content, Chan being whipped for reader. Reader learning to be comfortable with her body with Chan's help.

(Also, sorta based on his bed selfies)

“You know you’re making stays go crazy right?” You laughed walking out of the bathroom your hair still wet. “Huh?” You boyfriend looked up at you like he didn’t know what you were talking about. “Christoper, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” You roll your eyes walking over to where he sat on the bed, he threw you a smirk his dimple on display, Chan grabbed your hips his hands rubbing up and down. “It was purely innocent.” He said hands lowering to your naked thighs, his eyes looking you up and down. “You look so beautiful in my shirts.” He said hands lowering to your naked thighs. You blushed and ran your fingers through his curly hair, his eyes instantly closing at the feeling. “You say that all the time.” You laugh light and then rolled your eyes again. “Plus, technically they aren’t your shirts, you don’t even wear them. They are ones we both bought for here because I’m too big to fit into your actual shirts.” The last part came out as a soft whisper, but Chan definitely heard you. His eyes were closed tight, and his jaw clenched before tonguing his cheek and looking at you with sad but dark eyes. He hated when you talked about your body negatively or even compare your size to others.

You moved away from him and sighed running your fingers through your still damp hair. “I already know what you are going to say. But Chan we both know it, I’m just learning to accept that I’m bigger than other girls.” You gave him a soft smile. “I’m learning love myself because of you. You have been a big part of that, you are also a big reason why I’m taking better care of myself including my body.” You said softly. You explaining this to him made him feel a bit better but he still hated that you saw yourself differently than how he sees you.

To him you are the most beautiful person in the world, you are his world and he didn’t care what your weight was. Of course to some people it seemed like a cliché thing to say that he loved you no matter what because he loved you for being you, your personality, the way you didn’t see him as Bang Chan of Stray Kids you saw him for his goofy and workaholic self. He loves the way you were with the kids, he loves that you understood that even though he rather be with you 24/7 that he also loves what he does, and he loves the way you understand his love for Stays. He’s just so in love with you.

You bit your lip running your fingers through his hair. “Hey dreamer what’s going on in that head of yours.” You said softly. He realized he got lost in la-la-land Chan looked down his cheeks starting to warm and let out a short and quiet chuckle before looking back up at you and grabbing your hips and pulling you close. “I was thinking how lucky I am to have you, how much I’m so incredibly in love with you.” He smiled his hands sneaking up your shirt and rubbing your sides. “How about I show you how in love I am with you. Yeah?” Chan stood up turning you and picking you up with ease, the action made you let out a surprised squeak and setting you softly on the bed before his lips brushed against yours as he climbed over you. “My beautiful girl. Perfect for me, beautiful lips, beautiful eyes, beautiful and sexy body and your sweet pussy fits perfectly around me. It’s like you were made just for me, my special angel. I’m all yours and you are all mine, and I wouldn't change it for a thing. Will you let me love you and make you feel good?” He said softly his lips brushing over your lips to your neck. One of the things you loved about Chan is that he always asked permission, even though you told him he could have you whenever he wanted. “I’m all yours.” You said softly before attaching your lips to his.

sleepy cramps | b.c.

summary: your cramps wake you up but channie is there to help.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: i tried to keep it gender neutral, however!! periods and cramps are mentions so read at your own risk.

a/n: omg ash knows how to post at a normal time when she's not sleep deprived *gasp* crazy right? you guys know the drill not proof read too many pet names blah blah. i have realized that i apparently need alot of comfort in my life because that is all i write LMAO. anyway! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

p.s. pls send me some requests i really wanna try and branch out but i have no ideas, okay love u bye. <3

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(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

“baby?” you hear a familiar aussie voice call out. “i’m home!” you hear him take off his shoes and set his bag down. “baby?” he yells once more, keys jingling as he places them on a hook by the door.

you let out a grunt, hoping to signal to him where you were. you were currently bundled up half asleep in your shared bed, facing the door. you were exhausted from the day and your period, and barely keeping your eyes open. 

the hall light flicks on before a figure appears in the doorway. you lift up your head a bit, giving him a sleepy smile before settling back into your warm cocoon of soft blankets and plushies.

he smiles before making his way to the side of bed, squatting down to eye level with you. he lifts his hand, lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. “hi pretty.” your cheeks warm.

“hi bub.” you mumble. “you sleepy bug?” he asks softly. you nod, a yawn escaping you as if emphasizing your drowsiness.

he smiles, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to your forehead. “alright bub, give me 10 minutes to get ready for bed then i’ll come lay down okay?” you nod once more, sleepy smile still present on your face.

he moves,  placing a kiss on your lips before standing to his full height. “i’ll be right back!” he yelled, running into your en-suite. you giggle before relaxing into your cocoon, sleep welcoming you quickly.

once chan finished in the bathroom, he came out to find you curled up, now facing his side of the bed, soft even breathes escaping you.

he coos before making his way to his side of the bed. he lifted the sheets, sliding under them before gently pulling you to him, body melting into his.

he wraps his arms around you, “good night my sleepy baby, i love you.” he whispers, placing a kiss on your temple, before relaxing, letting sleep take over.

this didn’t last long however, chan lightly awoke maybe an hour later, to you stirring in your sleep, light whimpers escaping you. after hearing the first whimpers leave your mouth, he was very alert. he quickly looks over your body trying to determine what’s bringing you distress.

he catches a glimpse of your face, which is contorted in discomfort. he places a hand on your cheek once more, trying to gently wake you. “baby wake up.” he whispers, lightly tapping and stroking your cheek.

after a few seconds you finally wake, only to let out a yelp in pain, curling into the body beside you. “hey hey, baby, what’s going on?” he said kissing your head, rubbing your back.

“period.” you managed to get out, trying to curl further into yourself. one arm wrapped around your lower abdomen, the other one clenched into a fist against your forehead.

you start holding your breath unconsciously, praying the pain will subside. chan notices and gently taking your fist in his.

“breathe baby, breathe,” he says calmly, opening your fist to slot your fingers through his. you let out a jagged breath leaning your forehead against your joined hands, “squeeze my hand if you need to jagi but, you gotta breathe baby.” his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

you take a deep breath, trying to focus on anything over than the stabbing pain in your abdomen. “doing so good bug, just breathe.”  his other hand coming up to smooth the crease between your eyebrows. 

your breathing evens out slightly as the pain lessen a bit. a moment of silence passes before you sit up, hands still entwined. chan follows you, rubbing small circles on your back. “did you take medicine earlier?” you nod your head. “right before you got home.”  he hummed, understanding.

 “i’ll be right back, okay?” he whispers, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. you nod slightly, focusing on your breathing. he leans over, placing a kiss to the side of your head before getting up and making his way into the bathroom.

you grab a pillow behind you hugging it as you wait for him to return. a few moments passed before he reemerges with your heating pad in hand. he rounds the bed, plugging in the pad before sitting next to you.

“i’m gonna move this quick, okay?” you nod, moving your arms. he grabs the pillow, placing the heating pad in it’s place. “thank you.” you mumble, leaning on him, placing your head on his shoulder. “you’re welcome bug.” he kisses the top of your head before placing his there.

you sit there for a moment before you feel the guilt slowly creep up, the lump forming in the back of your throat. you turn your head into his shoulder as tears start to stream down your face.

“hey, hey, jagiya, do you want more medicine? what can i do?” he asks, placing a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. you shake your head, before moving to put your hand in your hands.

“i’m sorry channie,” you cried. “i know you’re probably exhausted, and shouldn’t have to deal with this.” you feel him move in front of you before placing his hands on your face, lifting it. “i am your boyfriend, it is my job to take care of you when you need me. and right now you’re in pain because of something you can’t control.” he pauses, looking into your eyes, gently wiping the tears running down your cheeks.

“i will always take care of you, doesn’t matter, time, place, if i’m tired or not, i will always help you. understand?” you nod, moving into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, shoving your face into his neck.

he wraps his arms around your torso pulling you impossibly closer. “i love so much, jagiya. okay?” you nod your head quickly. “i love you too, more than you know.” you say into his neck, placing a kiss on his skin. 

you both stay like that for a moment before chan pulls away slightly. he wipes your tears once more before placing a kiss on your lips. “let’s get you to sleep, hm?” you agree, moving back into the mattress.

you watch him make his way to his side, getting comfortable under the duvet. once settled, he opens his arms for you to lay down. you giggle before quickly laying on him, making sure your heating pad was still in the correct position.

you place a kiss to his jaw before settling into his chest, duvet pulled to cover both of you. “thank you, i love you so much.” he places one last kiss to your head. “ you don’t have to thank me, i love you so much, good night my sleepy baby.” you smile, feeling at peace. “goodnight, channie.” you place a kiss over his heart before both of drift off once more.

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