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skz hyung line 𖹭 gn!reader

proposing.

content: romance, fluff, swearing, simping, reader says yes, kissing, long term relationships, living together, commitments, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's notes: i just wrote this and gave y/n the personalities i think would be most suitable for each member :3 reader doesn't wear the pants in the relationship. in hyunjin's part, i couldn't think of lyrics that would sound good so just imagine it lol

CHANNIE (크리스)

we all know chris is a romantic man. actually, he is the most romantic man. he probably started planning your future the moment you two were officially dating, but for chris, planning the proposal was so much more difficult. he had no idea how he would go on about it and just kept delaying it for months — today, he would see you doing the simplest thing in the world and he would fall in love just a little bit more than yesterday. he wants to marry you so bad!

after a long and tiring day, he gets home light and barely washes himself up in the bathroom before he collapses on your shared bed next to your sleeping form, and hours later, he wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. his left arm searches the bed for your body, you're not there. he's not too panicked about your absence but he's always had trouble sleeping alone and would often get night terrors.

he shuffles to get out of bed only to see the bathroom light seeping from under the door in the corner of the room. he opts to sit on the edge of the bed and cover his face in his hands while he waits for you to come out, when you do, it's not what he expected for the night —

when you notice that he's up, you whisper. "...chris?" his head snaps up to look at you, thrn at the velvet box in your right hand, and all of a sudden he wakes up, eyes widening.

"wh-where'd you get that?" he asks softly. you shrug and walk toward him.

"it was in your jacket... you left it in the bathroom, and when i grabbed it the box fell out, and i— i really didn't mean to," you explained and placed the box on the night stand, gently sitting next to him.

"oh..." he sighs and puts his face back into his hands. fuck. "ahhhhh... everything's ruined..." he mumbles. you grab his hands from his face and give them a reassuring squeeze.

"hey... don't— don't be like that, it's alright. i knew we were gonna get married eventually,"

"aagh, but i had the whole thing planned! actually, that's a lie. but, i didn't plan for this to happen... i wanted it to be romantic, cliche, like one of those candle lit homemade dinners or on a beach at sunset or our first date, a surprise—"

"chan— stop, i— i don't need any of those." you shake his hands and look into his eyes, smile never faltering. "although it would be nice," you mumbled a small joke but it didn't ease chan's disappointment. "i don't care for them. i just... i wanna marry you. i love you, okay? i want to marry you."

"but... but the candles..." he whined and you kissed his beautiful, soft lips.

"we can do the candles. we will have a candle lit dinner on a beach at sunset and you will propose to me." you attempted to reassure him.

"that sounds like an awful idea." he laughs and you smile at the sound. "the dinner, not the proposal." he clarified. "but... wouldn't it be weird? me proposing to you and you already know it's coming?"

"not really. it'll be like our wedding... you will see me walking down the isle, we say our vows and i do, and then you may kiss the bride! wow! we're married. relax, it's no different."

"naaah, i got a feeling it's gonna be weird. me reciting a speech and you already know I'm gonna ask you to marry me..? yeah, it's definitely gonna be weird..."

"channn, stop overthinking it! just, make it a surprise. take me on multiple romantic dates to lower my expectations then BAM, propose, it'll totally be a surprise." you try to make some silly plan to try and reassure him once more.

"oh? that actually doesn't sound bad." he nods to himself as he comes up with some mischievous ideas. "yeah, and i could totally have my fun with this. on the first day, i could go on one knee and- and then tie my shoelaces... on the second, i could start reciting a speech from spider man and then—"

"yeahhhh, stop or i'll say no."

LINO (리노)

you and lee know have been together for about a year and a half but sue me, i think that when lee know is in love, he is in LOVE love and being your boyfriend isn't enough for him — he just wants to be able to fully call you his and raise many kittens together.

he doesn't have an extra-extra-extravagant plan or a clever ruse with all his friends in on it to get you to think that he doesn't want a marriage then dump the proposal on you when least expected. instead, he saves up some money, picks out a gorgeous diamond ring with han one day (in which he made han try out all the rings and have han pretend-proposed to him to see if it "feels" like the right ring), he keeps it safe on his person for a few weeks until he looks at you one night and decides that he'll propose.

"y/n," lee know says blankly as he watches you crouching in the corner of the room feeding dori some small cat food kibbles, and you hum out a response before turning to look at him. "do you wanna... go for a walk? " you seem a little taken aback by the suggestion, but you're not opposed to it.

"right now?" you ask for certainty and he nods. "okay, let me go get my coat."

as you make your way down the isolated, cool park path, the dim glow of street lamps aren't all that keep you company as a few stray cats occasionally dart past you. you count them out of boredom — 5, 6, 7. the empty surroundings create a calming yet slightly eerie atmosphere, you turn to lee know, rubbing your hands together for warmth. "why did you suddenly wanna get out?" you ask.

you observe him tenderly as he casts his gaze around the deserted area and the sky painted with stars above — the distant sounds of city traffic and sirens in the background add to the quiet intimacy of the moment, before he turns to look at you and your eyes meet. "y/n." the second time he said your name tonight felt more full of love than ever.

"hm?"

"there are so many cats out here."

"haha, yeah, i counted them. there were 7— oh, oh! there goes another one!" you point to a cat that begins walking toward you and you squat down and scratch his chin while he purrs. "lee know, there are 8 stray cats in the park, haha, maybe they should make a boy band..." you smile and turn to look up at him, but he's down on the floor with you — on one knee.

"y/n—"

"lee know." you interrupt him, losing your balance and stumbling, fixing your position, you sit back up and stay in your position in front of him. "...continue."

"y/n." he pauses and laughs at his own redundance, but also to distract himself from the tears that threaten to fall out of his eyes. "you... you're different." he chuckles once more, but this time, at his own words. "i haven't met anyone like you— agh, i didn't prepare a speech, i'm sorry if this comes out weird." you laugh as you tear up with him and sniffle and shake your head, reassuring him that it's okay, and to keep going.

the stray cat pushes his head into your thigh but you ignore him as you keep staring into lee know's eyes. "you're the only person i love and i will choose to love until the end of time... in weddings, they say "'til death do us part" but that won't be enough to stop me. i'll love you in the afterlife and in all of our next lives. even when i'm incapable of love, i will be sure to find you and love you all over again. just..." he pauses and looks away to stifle his tears, aggressively blinking and opening his eyes wide, he looks back at you like a maniac — sniffling and forcing a smile, eventually chuckling and going back to his normal expression.

"hey, you." he says aggressively as you smile through your tears, watching him take the small, wooden carved and painted strawberry box from the pocket of his coat.

you look at him "what?" you ask, laughing.

"wanna marry me?" he asks, opening the box in front of you and revealing the perfect ring.

you frantically nod and finally wipe your tears before you stand up. "yes! now get up here, you." you immediately pull him into a hug before he can fully stand and he kisses you on your cheek, then your lips.

BINNIE (비니)

changbin is also a romantic man. like i said, SUE ME. when he loves, he spreads it like there is no tomorrow, and if you are his special someone, he will LOVE YOU LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW! it's like you're in your honeymoon phase all the time and you're never tired of him. every day a new experience, a new love that you both know will last for ever and ever. fights never last, you always compromise, jokes are well taken, and you two are practically built for each other.

changbin has no idea how he would go about proposing to you — you have been dropping hints recently and he has no idea how to react to them because he knows that you know that he knows. he hasn't even bought a ring yet! he's in misery in his desk, handngoing through his hair as he browses through the internet with the other, searching up what to do in this kind of situation but they all felt wrong to him. he knows he has to be authentic and do what changbin would do. he turns off his phone and stands up with a tut.

it's perfect! you had a small party planned for your second anniversary and all the members of stray kids will be there and a few close friends — he will do it there since he knows how much you enjoy being the center of attention and all that. maybe you planned the party to give him an opportunity to propose??? aghh, but not before picking out the perfect ring which took hours of research, please give the man a break! (nah, it's not your fault, you're perfect.) he always wanted to marry you but you were so eager that it stressed him out ㅠㅠ

at the event, he was so nervous he thought about calling it a day early — he would act unbothered but it wasn't a good look on him and everyone was suspicious. he realized that night that he didn't have to hide it from everyone else, just you. all the members know now and and they totally support him!!! ("finally, after all the hints they dropped i didn't think you had the balls.") a bead of sweat drops from changbin's temple as he watches bang chan giving opening remarks to the guests. he hasn't been this nervous even when he goes on stage to perform for stays. bang chan said that once he gives the opening remarks, changbin would go on stage after him and recite his speech.

step-by-step, he walked to the front of the crowd and took the microphone from chan, he looks around the room and your eyes meet — he watches as i.n and seungmin forcibly push you to the center of the crowd and he has half a mind to tell them off later. his eyes are locked on your form and ah... he realizes that there is nothing to be nervous about. he loves you and wants to marry you and you will obviously say yes. he clears his throat in the mic and licks his lips.

"good evening! so, i'm speaking here in front of you all because... ah, i'd like to take a moment to talk about the miracle happened two years ago today..." he looks into your eyes and you smile, he finally breaks contact with you and looks around the room. "the day when flirting and attraction became the lifelong commitment i didn't know i yearned for and needed... the day where everything from then on just skyrocketed, the day i became more supported than ever, the day i learned that there was so much more love and laughter to share — the thing that happened that day was my relationship with y/n. there hasn't been a day that goes by that i haven't thought about you," he finally looks at you, his smile uncontained.

"you're perfect, y/n, come forward." he says. you nervously look around the room before you walk toward him — he wants to be able to watch you walk down the isle just like that. once you're in front of him, he puts the microphone down on the nearest surface and fixes the lapels of his jacket. without any words, he takes both of your hands in his, lifting the left one and kissing the knuckles as he gets down on one knee and looks into your eyes.

you can't say you're surprised. (the crowd is, though.)

your smile is so wide as you watch him take out the cutest pink velvetty box from his jacket and open it, revealing the perfect ring! you shake your head. "OF COURSE I'LL MARRY YOU, YOU CRAZY BASTARD! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!" you pull him up and hit his chest. "do you have any idea how long i've been waiting for you to ask?" you begin tearing up. "the only reason i planned this party is so you could propose to me, if you weren't going to, i would do it instead!"

changbin laughs heartily and gently slips the ring onto your finger before pulling you close for a tender kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist in a warm embrace — the crowd erupts into loud cheers and applause as they share in the joyous moment.

JINNIE (지니)

it was late at night when hyunjin texted you to come visit him in the dance studio — he had been working on what he called a "personal project" these past few weeks, but he wouldn't tell you the details and tonight he said he wanted to show you, so of course, you visited him and made sure to bring some takeout from a 24 hour ramen restaurant near the building.

as you entered the room, he was laying down on the ground browsing through his apps, legs flailing in the air, and he turned to look at you. "ah! come in, hurry." he said, placing his phone down immediately getting up, running toward the speaker in the corner of the room.

"what's the rush?" you asked, placing the food down by the door.

"sit." he said as he turned the speaker on and the voice filled the room 'ze bluetoos zeveyes is connectidough successfulaye' hyunjin grabs his phone from the floor and you sit down. "so, the thing i was working on... it's a performance. and i, it's just a demo right now, changbin helped me produce it... and i choreographed the dance."

you couldn't help but mutter under your breath, "that sounds quite challenging..." hyunjin's passionate nature had always been one of the things you appreciated most about him throughout your long relationship, and it added even more depth and intensity to your connection. "are you gonna show me what you got down so far?" you ask and he nods.

"yes, i've been working really hard and i want to see your reaction."

"okay! but may i ask what this project is for..?" you attempt to push it.

he pauses for a moment, thinking about it. "you'll see." he gives you his phone. "i'll get in position, you click play."

you murmur a soft "okay" and casually take hold of his phone from his hands, watching as he assumes the right stance. pressing play, you unleash the music, filling the quiet room with its measured rhythm. the tempo is slow and soothing, with a gentle instrumental that exudes a sense of love. is this what love sounds like?

your gaze is fixed on his every movement, slow and precise, each one perfectly timed to the beat of the song and the lyrics came in, hyunjin's gentle vocals never failed to amaze you — of course it was a love song — the lyrics spoke to you just as his dancing did, your favorite part was when he dropped to his knees and spins toward you, his hand meeting your chin and gently pulling it up so you're looking into his eyes.

that split second in which your eyes met his you felt like he was trying to tell you something, but he didn't have to. as hyunjin said, the song was only a demo and you could feel it coming to an end, he stands up and walks around your sitting form. the song ends with the lyrics "y/n, will you marry me?" and you feel him tap your shoulder twice from behind you.

slowly, you turn around and there is a ring in his fingers as he kneels on one knee. you burst into tears and cover your face with both of your hands. "hyunjin-ah!" you yell and he just laughs, slightly melancholic as he contains the tears in his eyes. "how could you do this to me? i came here in sweats and without preparing at all, i could've done so much better. this is not how i want to remember our engagement." you sob, and he just chuckles more, forcing your hands off of your face and wiping your tears himself.

"y/n, don't leave a man hanging."

"with that proposal? who could say no? i have no choice but to marry you!" you envelop him in a warm embrace, your lips meeting in a tender kiss. as you both rise to your feet, the kiss continues, with him eventually pulling back slightly. a soft smile dances on his plump lips.

"y/n, i love you," he murmurs, his pouting lips expectantly awaiting your response. you smile lovingly and tilt your head, the affection between you palpable

"i love you more..."

Dad!SKZ Masterlist

The fics are linked at the end~

So, in linoxpudding-verse, these will be the family dynamics:

Bang Chan 🐺

2 daughters, 1 son

Eldest Daughter: Bahng Juliana (7th Jan, 2029)

Middle Daughter: Bahng Aera (12th Oct, 2033)

Youngest Son: Bahng Noah (2nd June, 2037)

Lee Know 🐰

2 sons, 1 daughter

Eldest Son: Lee Mingi (23rd May, 2032)

Middle Daughter: Lee Minjung (8th Aug, 2035)

Youngest Son: Lee Minhyuk (26th Sept, 2037)

Seo Changbin 🐷🐇

1 daughter, 1 son

Eldest son: Seo Juwon (5th March, 2034)

Youngest daughter: Seo Seowon (6th Feb, 2037)

Hwang Hyunjin 🥟

1 son, 1 daughter

Eldest son: Hwang Rowoon (12th Dec, 2032)

Young daughter: Hwang Hyejin (2nd April, 2036)

Han Jisung 🐿

Twin daughters, 1 son

Twins: Han Jisoo, Han Minsoo (5th July, 2032)

Youngest son: Han Jihoon (19th Oct, 2034)

Lee Felix 🐥

2 daughters

Eldest daughter: Lee Yuna (20th Nov, 2035)

Youngest daughter: Lee Emma (7th May, 2037)

Kim Seungmin 🐶

1 son

Only son: Kim Taesan (5th March, 2036)

Yang Jeongin 🦊

2 sons

Eldest son: Yang Sungheon (12th April, 2036)

Youngest son: Yang Jaeheon (7th Nov, 2038)

Same Year Friends ~

2032 liners - Han Twins, Lee Mingi, Hwang Rowoon

2035 liners - Lee Minjung, Lee Yuna

2036 liners - Bahng Noah, Kim Taesan, Yang Sungheon

2037 liners - Lee Minhyuk, Seo Seowon, Lee Emma

Dad!SKZ — Fake Texts & Fic

📱- fake texts, 📝 - written fics

genre(s): angst 💔, hurt/comfort ❤️‍🩹, fluff 💘, humor 🩵

OT8

📱Baby Daddy Era - Hyung Maknae 💘

📱"I Want A Baby" - Hyung Maknae 💘

Bang Chan

📝 Our Little Miracle 💘

📝 Love That Remained 💔❤️‍🩹💘

Lee Know

📝 Like Father, Like Son 💘🩵

📝 Fading Love [4 Part Series] 💔❤️‍🩹💘

📝 Meeting Baby Mingi 💘🩵

Seo Changbin

📝 Morning Cuddles 💘 (a/n: I know in previous fics I mentioned Changbin having a daughter first, but I’ve decided to switch things up—let’s just pretend his son was chilling in the other room back then!)

Hwang Hyunjin

coming soon...

Han Jisung

📝 Second Chances 💔❤️‍🩹

📝 Double Trouble 💘🩵

Lee Felix

coming soon...

Kim Seungmin

coming soon...

Yang Jeongin

coming soon...

★ ── LE SEXE, JE VEUX DIRE !

what happens when you give the hyung line an aphrodisiac 。 。 。?

꒰୨୧ ꒱ pairing。stray kids hyung line x fem!reader genre。 pure smut , pwp warnings。 aphrodisiacs , sex while intoxicated , breeding kink , primal play , vaginal fingering , oral (m. rec) , deepthroat , unprotected sex , creampies , masturbation (m. rec) , phone sex , diy porn , sex while filming

a/n ⸝⸝ requested skz version of my txt drabble! i’m lowkey not a big fan of this… but here it is anyway lol. [ 0. 7k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

𝔅ANGCHAN

chris is completely sure the aphrodisiac candies you purchased wouldn't do a thing, just a silly marketing gimmick printed all over the foil packaging he turned over in his hands. but you had gotten them as a surprise, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt your feelings– so he casts aside his doubts and eats his share with a smile, ready to put on his best show of pretending to be affected. he wouldn't even be really acting, since you can get him going no matter what... yet to his complete shock reduced to a mess within minutes, panting and squirming above you, his hips canting up to press the swell of his clothed cock against the curve of your ass. his control slips when you grind back against him, pussy drunk and unable to think of anything other than fuck, claim, breed as he flips you over and mounts you like an animal. he’s definitely having you get more of these.

𝔐INHO

minho’s immediate response to you showing him the chocolates was to scold you for wasting money on worthless placebos. there was no way you believed that they would actually do anything, right? but he eats them with you anyway, because you’re very persuasive when you’re pouting. he’ll tell you they did nothing for him at all, as he’s knuckle deep in your pussy, your hot little mouth swallowing his cock to the hilt. he didn’t feel a thing, as he’s lining up his weeping tip to your entrance. he’s completely unaffected, watching with dark hazy eyes as his thick cum leaks out of your hole. those stupid chocolates had nothing to do with how he fucked you until the sun came up. and you let him believe it, because it gives you an excuse to try it again.

𝓒HANGBIN

changbin always finds some way to derail your plans… you had hidden some aphrodisiac chocolates your had bought in hopes of surprising him with them later, but you were never the best at hiding things— your boyfriend finds them within the first day. mistaking them for regular candy, he eats them without a thought; and hours later he calls you desperately from the studio, hiding in the bathroom with his pants around his knees as he fists his aching cock. the lewd wet sounds echo against the tile and harmonize with his pretty low moans, all filtering directly into the phone’s speaker and making your pussy throb. “i need you so bad,” he whimpers, his hand speeding up, “need your pussy so bad…” detailing in a needy groan every nasty little thing he planned to do to you once he got home, the growl in his voice enough to make your legs shake. you hated to ruin the mood, but you just had to know; “binnie, did you eat those chocolates in the pantry?” “um… maybe?”

𝓗YUNJIN

the candies were his idea, actually— he figured they were a perfect addition to the films he liked to make. you couldn’t even call them sex tapes, with how careful and artistic hyunjin was in filming them… but he loved to film often, and was always coming up with new ways to keep things new and exciting. sharing candies between kisses on camera, hands wandering as you lay tangled together on the hotel bed. the both of you growing hotter and needier as time went on, gentle caresses turning into rough manhandling, tugging at each other’s clothes til you were both bare in eachother’s arms. hyunjin looks straight into the camera with a smirk as he flips you over onto your hands and knees, your face buried in the pillow to muffle your scream when he slides his thick long cock into your wet pussy with one firm thrust. he reaches over to pick the camera up off of it’s tripod, angles it down so it gets a clear view of your asscheeks bouncing against his abs from the force of his thrusts, his big hand pressing down on your arched back as his cock splits your creamy cunt open. neither of you last as long as usual, deeply affected by the aphrodisiac and desperate for release— he makes sure to get the best possible angle of him pulling out and cumming on your ass, pearly white ropes of cum decorating your flushed skin like a painting. you’re his favorite work of art, and he just can’t get enough of showing it off.

The Wedding

Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: nothing other than some shameless flirting and kissing

Genre: arranged marriage, best friends to lovers, flufff

Summary: You and Felix grew up together and are best friends. You both always knew that you'd have an arranged marriage, that's how it always works. But you don't expect to have an arranged marriage with your best friend.

The news hits you like a ton of bricks. Of all the things in the world you expect your parents to say to you, this was never on the list. Your mum is going on about "you and Felix finally being together."

Felix?!

As in, Lee Felix, your best friend, Felix?

The one who let you cheat off his math tests back in high school? Your partner in crime?

Your parents look so happy about this. Your dad is nodding approvingly as your mum goes on about how wonderful this will be, because Felix has always been like her son anyway.

You slip outside once your dad pats your shoulder softly and tells you that he's such a good boy and perfect for you. Pulling out your phone, you call him, your hands trembling. Felix answers after one ring.

“Bro, what’s happening here?” he says, his deep laugh rumbling through the line. Oh, so he knows.

The urge to whack him - again - on calling you "bro" is so strong, but just for this time, you let it slide. But your heart flutters a little because he sounds unexpectedly warm and close…like he’s right next to you.

“Are you… like, okay with this?” you ask, your voice a little shaky.

He pauses, then his voice softens.

“I mean… yeah. I guess. I mean, it's us…better than… you know?” he says, and you just know that he's blushing. You can imagine that soft pink of his cheeks and the perfect dusting of freckles - ok, get a grip!

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He’s right. You knew you would have an arranged marriage at some point. That's how it works in your family, well, your families. But this is Felix. Your Felix.

You meet later that afternoon, in your usual cafe. He's smiling as you approach and take a seat across him. But this time, everything feels different.

“Hello, princess,” he teases, his grin wide as he sits back, eyes trained on you. “Should I start calling you wifey now?”

“Stop it,” you hiss, kicking him under the table, but he only laughs, his eyes twinkling.

“Oh, come on, fiancée,” he says, stretching out the word like he’s savoring it. “Aren’t you excited? You get to see this face every morning now.”

He points at himself, giving you a cocky grin.

“You’re ridiculous!” you laugh, lifting your hand to attack him, but he just catches it and holds it.

You freeze, suddenly hyper-aware of how warm his fingers feel against yours, his thumb tracing small circles along your skin.

“Hey, don’t get shy on me now,” he whispers, leaning in just a bit closer. “You've literally been my wifey for so long…?”

Your cheeks are on fire, and you yank your hand back, trying to ignore the way your heart is trying to leap out of your chest.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, bro,” you mutter, trying to recover as he just laughs harder.

“Hey, if I’m your fiancé, I better not hear that word coming from your mouth,” he warns, grinning. “Unless you want me to punish you for it.”

“Oh my God! What's up with you all of a sudden?!” You say, totally exasperated with his change. “And besides, it's not like you can just-”

He raises a brow and says, “Try me.”

And that’s when you realize that Felix is actually not just ok with. He's absolutely fucking celebrating this.

A storm of engagement prep begins (immediately), and your mum takes matters into her hands to ensure you look like the world’s most ‘eligible’ bride-to-be. This means you are in and out of boutiques and fittings and stylings and what not. It's a pain.

“Mum, please,” you groan, eyeing that ridiculous necklace she's holding out to you. “Felix doesn’t care if I wear that. He’s seen me looking like a troll! I don't have to-”

“That was before he had to put a ring on your finger in front of every important person in town,” she says, pinning you with that look. “Do you want Felix regretting this before he even says ‘I do’?”

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, Felix wanders in casually, and leans against the doorframe watching you both glare at each other.

“Lixie!” you say, calling him over to settle the debate. “Do you or do you not find me sexy and appealing?”

Your mum’s mouth drops open at your bluntness and she glares daggers at you, but Felix just smirks as he walks over to you.

“Of course I find you sexy and appealing, wifey,” he says, with a shameless wink in your mum’s direction.

You mum sighs before she leaves the rooms, huffing and muttering something about “you two being a lost cause”.

The second the door closes, you give him your best glare. “I told you, stop calling me that.”

Felix just grins, tilting his head and letting his voice drop into a low drawl as he says, “What else would I call my wifey, hmm?”

You feel that little flip in your tummy, and you try to step back, but he only follows, stepping closer.

“FELIX!” you warn, heart racing as he grins, closing the distance between you until his face is dangerously close to yours.

“Where are you going?” he teases, his eyes glinting playfully.

You let out a huff, backpedaling toward the door.

“Outta here,” you say quickly, but he steps forward, his hand braced against the wall next to your head, blocking your way.

“What’s wrong, wifey?” he whispers, voice sultry. “Not scared of me, are you?”

“Please,” you scoff, though your cheeks are burning. “You're so full of yourself.”

“Oh, is that so?” he smirks, looking down at you like he wants to eat you up.

You swallow, eyeing him suspiciously, because what the hell happened to your goofy bestie? But before you start to side step him, he steps back with a satisfied grin, letting you go.

“I came to tell you that we're going ring shopping tomorrow.” He says with a wink. “You, me and mum.”

“Ok, you don't have to kill me for that.” You grumble, as you take the chance to bolt out of the room. You're sure you hear him chuckle behind you, and you can't help but smile.

Ring shopping with Felix and his mum is already more nerve-wracking than you expected. Mummy dearest just wants you to have anything you want. Or everything.

A pair of pretty earrings catch her attention and she floats away to take a look, and Felix sidles up next to you, giving you that smirk of his.

"Just pick whatever you like, Lix,” you tell him, attempting nonchalance as you point to a display case. “It’s just a ring - I really don't mind."

“It should be something you like, don’t you think?” he asks, his eyes never leaving you.

You narrow your eyes at him, flustered.

“Yah, I'll like anything you choose, ok?” you mumble, looking away, hoping that you don't look like a tomato in a dress.

“Of course,” he says, looking through the rings.

You start browsing too, but every time you risk a glance at him, you find him staring at you with that amused smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

“Felix,” you hiss, trying not to stutter. “Will you stop that? You’re distracting me.”

“Sorry babe,” he says, his voice low. “Can’t help it… ”

Your face heats up, and you stumble over your words as you try to regain some dignity. Just then his mum is back, and gives him a little slap on his arm.

“Felix, stop making her uncomfortable.” she scolds, and he just laughs and asks you, “Are you uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?” You scoff. “I’m two seconds away from shoving these rings down your throat.”

He bursts out laughing and says,“Ah, there’s my girl. Feisty as ever.”

You shoot him a look, desperately trying to fight your smile, and glance over at the rings. You two finally settle on a delicate design - a simple band with a round diamond gleaming in the center.

“Good choice,” he says, his voice unexpectedly soft. “Looks like it was made for you.”

His words catch you off guard, and for a moment, you can’t look away from him. There's a warm, unfamiliar feeling stirring in your chest, and it just makes you want to pull him into a hug.

“Well, it’s perfect! Let’s get it.” Felix’s mum claps her hands, calling an end to your ring hunt.

The engagement party is a whirlwind of lights, drinks and an endless stream of guests congratulating you and Felix. The venue is breathtaking - but the heat and attention are a bit overwhelming. Your dress, though gorgeous, is sticking to your body uncomfortably, and it's getting harder and harder to keep your smile up. You feel your anxiety creeping up, ready to take over.

Just when you think you might combust under the pressure, you feel a warm hand slip into yours. You look up to see Felix, and without a word, he tugs you out of the crowd and into the gardens.

Outside, the cool air feels so good on your sweaty skin, and you sigh in relief. Felix leads you to a little bench nestled under a tree, and you see a glass of wine and a plate with a slice of cake he’s swiped from the party. And also a little bottle of water from his pocket.

“Better?” he asks, as he watches you take a sip of the water.

“Much better,” you breathe, grinning. “I was about to go hide under a table.”

He chuckles, leaning back and taking a sip of the wine, his eyes lingering on you.

“Couldn’t let my fiancée be hiding under tables, could I?” he says, nudging your knee with his.

You roll your eyes, laughing. But you catch a glimmer of something softer in his expression, something almost vulnerable.

“So…” he begins, looking away, sounding a bit more serious. “You’re really okay with this? I mean, me? Doing this with me?”

You can tell he’s hiding a bit of worry behind his charm, afraid you’re anxious about being with him. The thought alone makes your heart ache a little, and you reach out, slipping your hand into his. You give his fingers a gentle squeeze and smile softly.

“Felix,” you say, looking him right in the eyes, “I’m so glad it’s you. I really am. I mean, I feel like the luckiest person alive to be marrying my best friend.”

For once, his easy, cocky confidence falters. He blushes, a soft pink covering his cheeks as he looks down, biting his lip. He lets out a small, shy laugh, his fingers tightening around yours.

“I feel the same,” he murmurs, his voice so low, it's barely audible.

Felix wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. You let yourself sink into it, your own arms going around his neck. You feel his heartbeat against yours, everything else fading away as you just hold each other.

This feels so good - just the two of you, close, cozy, and warm. But just as you’re starting to relax, you feel his hands begin to wander. It slides a bit too low down your back and you pull back to stare at him, wide eyed.

“Felix!” you whisper-yell, squirming. “Keep your hands to yourself!”

“What?” he says, feigning innocence. “Can’t a man hug his future wife?”

You try to glare at him, but it’s impossible to keep a straight face as he grins down at you like that.

“If you want to keep all ten of your fingers, you'd be more careful.” you say dryly, letting him pull you in for another quick squeeze before finally letting go. But his arm stays draped around your shoulders, as if he’s not willing to let you go just yet.

If engagement prep was a pain, wedding prep is basically a full-time job. Your days are a blur of dress fittings, cake tastings, and jewelry appointments - and it's totally exhausting.

And if all that wasn’t enough, your mum has taken it upon herself to enforce a strict “no Felix” rule until the wedding. Apparently, she thinks that if you keep hanging out with him, you’ll run out of things to talk about post-wedding. You practically choke on air when she says it.

“Are you serious? He's my best friend! Who am I going to talk to then?” you ask, only to get a very serious look from her.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me when you’ve still got some surprises left.” she says, and you just huff, mentally counting down the hours until you can actually see Felix without her watching you like a hawk.

During dinner with Felix and his family that night, your mum casually drops the news that both sets of parents have planned to gift you and Felix a massive, all-expenses-paid honeymoon.

Felix glances at you from the opposite side of the table, trying not to grin and you do your best not to look at him. And he nudges your foot under the table and you nudge back, until your mum gives you a sharp glare and you quiet down.

Later that night, Felix sneaks over to your room as the parents get busy, and you both sit cross-legged on your bed, a laptop open between you, scrolling through honeymoon destinations. The choices are endless - beach resorts, mountain cabins, historic villas, exotic getaways…

“A beach resort, huh? Imagine you… in one of those little bikinis…all warm and sun-kissed. I suggest a beach resort.” Felix says, leaning into you.

You sigh as you say, “Felix! Shut up! I assure you there won't be any bikinis.”

He laughs and says, “Or what about the mountains? We’ll be all alone in a cozy cabin, we can just get comfy in front of the fire with the snow falling outside… and absolutely nothing else to do all day. Just you know…it's always the cold that -”

He playfully shoves you a little, and you shove him back a little too hard that he falls off the bed and lands on the thick rug with an exaggerated groan, rolling onto his back with a pained look.

Just as you’re about to scold him for being ridiculous, your door creaks open, and your mom walks in, her mouth dropping open at the sight of Felix sprawled on the floor.

“What are you doing?” she screeches, giving you an incredulous look.

You freeze, as if caught committing a crime, as you stutter, “He - Mum, he was asking for it.”

She puts a hand on her hip, shaking her head.

“That’s no way to treat your future husband! Honestly, Y/N, his parents are still downstairs!” she scolds.

Felix, barely containing his laughter, shakes his head.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Y/L/N. She just doesn’t agree with my honeymoon choices, that’s all.” he says, looking like a perfect angel.

You shoot him a glare and say, “That’s because they’re terrible.”

“Oh, really?” he says, smirking as he stands up, brushing himself off. “I just suggested a few exciting options. It’s not my fault you’re so-”

“Felix,” you interrupt, your voice dangerously low, “I swear to God-”

Your mom sighs, looking between the two of you with exasperation. “I have nothing to say to you two. Felix, I need you downstairs in 10 minutes. No excuses.”

“Yes ma'am.” He says, giving her a salute and she leaves, shaking her head.

You let out a sigh of relief, trying to ignore the smug grin on Felix’s face as he plops back on the bed beside you. He's sitting closer now, it feels like he's trying to climb into your lap.

“Alright, love,” you mutter. “We’re not going anywhere with snow. If I’m going to be stuck with you, I’m going to need sunshine.”

He grins and says, “Ah, so you do want to wear the little bikini.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the little shiver of excitement that courses through you. You point to the screen, settling on a gorgeous beach resort with crystal-clear waters and beach cabins.

“Happy?” you ask, trying to ignore the flutter in your heart.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he murmurs, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “I can’t wait.”

The look in his eyes is wicked, leaving you flustered.

The night before the wedding, you’re a wreck. You’re an anxious mess, and every time you close your eyes, all you can think about is the ceremony, the crowd, the vows… and of course, the part where you’re supposed to kiss Felix. In front of a hundred people. For the very first time.

Finally, at the end of your rope, you grab your phone and text Felix.

You: Are you sure about tomorrow? Like sure sure?

He replies almost instantly.

Lix: Why would you even ask me that?! Are you planning on ditching me tomorrow?

Lix: Babe? Y/N don't scare me like that!

You: No! No no no...I'm sorry.

You: I just...I miss you.

There’s no reply, and you regret having texted him. A fresh wave of anxiety hits you, when you hear a sound at your window. You look over, and there he is - Felix, grinning as he climbs in like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Oh my God, you’re insane,” you say, but you’re smiling as you rush over and throw your arms around him, his warmth enveloping you as he holds you tight.

“Can't let you freak out alone, you know,” he murmurs, his voice soft in your ear. “I want you to know that “I’ve never been this happy before. Marrying you… it’s the best thing that could happen to me.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you want to say something equally romantic back, but all you can manage is a soft, “I’m scared.”

His face softens, and he squeezes you a little before asking, “Of me?”

“No,” You sigh. “About everything else. All the people, they'll all be watching us…I'm scared about… kissing you…it's -” You feel your cheeks heat up, embarrassed to admit it.

“Ohhh,” he says, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “So that’s what’s got you all worked up. The kiss?”

He raises an eyebrow, cupping your cheeks with his hands. “Well, you know, if you need to practice, I’m here to help.”

Your heart jumps into your throat as he gazes at you with so much love and mischief.

“What-”

“Shh, just let it happen, ok?”

He inches closer and you can barely breathe as you meet his gaze. He tilts his head slightly, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

And then, he closes the distance, his lips soft and warm against yours. The kiss is gentle at first, so warm and soft, but then he leans in a little closer, his hand moving to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss. Your heart is racing so fast you’re sure he can hear it.

This is real. This is actually real. You’re kissing Felix - your best friend, your almost-husband. And it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

When he finally pulls back, he’s smiling.

“Well,” he says, sounding a bit breathless, “consider that practice round one.”

You can’t help but laugh. He gives you one more soft, lingering kiss, and you feel a strange mix of excitement and calm wash over you.

“Tomorrow’s going to be perfect,” he whispers, his lips touching your forehead. “I promise.”

The wedding is a fairytale. A garden venue draped with twinkling fairy lights and flowers. But nothing compares to the way he gazes at you as you walk down the aisle, like he can’t believe this moment was real. The whole day is a dream - except when your mum cries and cries so hard, it makes you cry and it makes Felix cry.

Now, as the two of you step into your new apartment together, just you and him - you feel like your heart might just burst. You’re still in your wedding dress, the delicate lace and silk brushing against your skin as Felix closes the door behind you.

It's so silent and you can’t tell if the excitement or the nerves are stronger, but it feels like your skin is on fire.

Felix catches your gaze, that familiar smirk dancing on his lips, but the way he looks at you is so warm and soft. He takes your hand, leading you into your bedroom.

“Let's get you out of all this,” he murmurs, stepping closer.

You nod, more than happy to be free of it all. You watch him take off his coat, tossing it on the bed.

As you take off your earrings, you feel his hands move to your hair, slowly pulling out the pins that hold it in place, one by one. He’s silent, focused, his every touch so tender. Your hair falls loose, and he lets his fingers comb through it, smiling.

“You looked stunning today,” he says. “I really had to hold myself back so I don't embarrass myself in front of everyone.”

Your cheeks burn as you manage to giggle and say, “You’re such a flirt, Lixie.”

“Only for you, wifey.” His voice dips low, his fingers trailing down to the back of your neck.

Your hands are trembling slightly as he moves to the zipper of your dress, sliding it down slowly. The fabric loosens, and he eases the dress off your shoulders, letting it pool softly at your feet.

“Still nervous?” he whispers, his hands resting on your waist.

You swallow, nodding. “A little.”

“Hmm,” he hums, pressing a feather-light kiss to your collarbone. “Just be yourself, yeah? You're perfect.”

You bite your lip, the butterflies in your stomach going wild as he presses a kiss on your cheek, then one just below your jawline. Your hands grip at the fabric of his shirt, crumbling it under your fingers.

“Felix,” you whisper, feeling your face heat up as he teases a line of kisses down your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

And when he finally leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s so tender and achingly sweet, you put your arms around him, sinking into him.

The teasing glint in his eyes turns into something darker and he leans closer, his fingers brushing along your jaw.

"So, Mrs. Lee,” he murmurs, “How’s it feel to finally be mine?”

inexperienced!jeongin who has a big dick but doesn’t know how to use it

inexperienced!jeongin who doesn’t know how to handle it when you tease him, thinking it’s some sort of joke cause there’s no way a girl as pretty as you would even give him a second glance, but his ears are turning red with every flirty stroke of his bicep, and sweat is building up on the back of his neck when you playfully press up against him, practically able to feel your tits tight against his chest, and all he can think about is finally stuffing your pussy full of cock everytime he’s around you. he swears you do it on purpose, especially when your hand brushes against his crotch, giggling like it’s the cutest thing in the world when you find how hard he is - just to mock him for being such a virgin and he hates the way his dick jumps in excitement when you make fun of him

inexperienced!jeongin who’s a little too needy but he’s too insecure to actually ask you for sex, he’ll just resort to pathetically fucking his own fist or some of your used panties that you’ve left laying around. hating himself for being so damn awkward cause he wants nothing more than to feel your pretty pussy suffocate around his cock, to see how deep he can fuck into you until you’re clawing at him and begging him to just give you a minute. but all he can do is muffle the gasps of your name against his fist while tugging on his dick, all his dirty thoughts about you remaining just that, cause he’s just too shy to actually do something about it

inexperienced!jeongin who’s so charmingly awkward, he sometimes says the weirdest shit when he’s between your legs, he can’t look you in the eyes when he’s fucking you, and he doesn’t know where to put his hands when you makeout - wanting nothing more than to dip his fingers under the pretty little skirt you love torture him with to find out what colour panties you’re wearing - he’s just too afraid of you finally finding out how much of a pervert he really is

inexperienced!jeongin who can get off from dry humping alone, there’s so much happening and he can barely keep up - your mouth working his own open, the fingers tugging on his hair, the hot press of your cunt slotting perfectly against his dick - he nuts so embarrassingly fast and can’t even look you in the eyes after :(

inexperienced!jeongin who constantly worries about disappointing you, but if you start begging for his dick he’ll crack so quickly

inexperienced!jeongin who looks so lost the second you get him between your legs, looking up at you for guidance with every unsure touch and stroke to your clit, until you eventually grab the back of his head and shove his face into your cunt

inexperienced!jeongin who’s a fast learner, he immediately starts making out with your pussy like a man starved - he’s messy and a tad sloppy, but he’s trying his best and just wants to please you so you can’t find it in yourself to pull him away

inexperienced!jeongin who gets so carried away while eating you out, groaning and humping the bed and letting out wet little apologies when his teeth accidentally scrape against your folds. sometimes you swear he enjoys it more than you

inexperienced!jeongin who’s a little too greedy, he’ll let you ride his face until he can’t breathe, he’ll chase after your pussy and let out a pathetic whine with next to no shame when you start to lift off him, he’ll fucking get on his hands and knees and beg you for one last taste if he has to 

inexperienced!jeongin who could spend hours worshipping your pussy, completely ignoring the painful twitch of his cock to continue fucking his tongue into you, desperate to coax out more of those pretty moans from your lips. until it’s too late and he’s pulling away only to look down to find he’s made a mess of his briefs, a cum stain starting to form on the mattress he was grinding against for some relief and he’s so humiliated the he’ll lock himself in your bathroom, the sight of his ruined underwear almost mocking him and he’s never felt like a bigger virgin

inexperienced!jeongin who doesn’t know how the hell he’s gonna get through actually fucking you if he’s busting a nut from eating pussy alone

inexperienced!jeongin who can’t for the life of himself stop whimpering and whining nonsense when he’s finally inside of you, cursing under his breath, “fuck, thank you baby. never thought i’d get the chance to fuck a pussy this tight,” and choked whimpers of, “jesus, thank you. thankyouthankyouthankyou,” when he’s about to cum

inexperienced!jeongin who doesn’t know how to multitask, he tries to kiss you when he’s fucking you, but the sloppier and faster his thrusts become and the deeper his cock kisses into your pussy the harder it is for him to actually focus, lips eventually straying away from your lips to whimper and whine pathetically in your ear. and you just find it so cute that he has to stop multiple times and take a deep breath so he doesn’t cum so soon

inexperienced!jeongin who finds it hard to listen, he knows he should prep you a little more for his dick, knows he should stretch you out a little to accommodate him, but he’s just too impatient to finally sink his cock into you to even care. and he fucking loves that you crave him just as much that you don’t either

inexperienced!jeongin who’s addicted to getting his dick sucked, he can’t keep still - fucking his hips up to force his cock deeper down your throat, deep down loving the little whimper you let out when you struggle to take him more, eyes getting glassy and looking at him so cutely but he just can’t help himself from tangling his fingers into your hair and pushing your head down even more

inexperienced!jeongin who can go for hours when you finally break him in, to the point where he’s ready for your pussy, four five times a day

inexperienced!jeongin who texts all his friends, “i had sex today, what did you losers do?” everytime you guys fuck

omg i have this idea about professor!seungmin and fashion assistant!reader and a date inspired by that one modern family episode with haley and arvin oh my god guys😭😭😭 i should write this

A Little More Yours: L.F Lee Felix x fem!reader (College AU)

WC: 11.1K

CW: Menace Minho, Simp Felix, Mentions of blood & a head injury, reader is a menace to chan General Masterlist SKZ Masterlist

The library is quieter than usual for a Thursday afternoon, the thick layer of snow outside insulating the world with an almost eerie stillness. You sit hunched over one of the large wooden tables, textbooks, notebooks, and loose sheets of paper sprawled in front of you like a chaotic map of your current assignment. Your hair's piled up into a messy bun, pens precariously tucked into it to keep it in place because heaven knows you don't have time to find an actual hair tie.

The buzzing of your phone vibrates against the wood of the table, loud enough that a couple of nearby students glance over in mild annoyance. You glance at the screen and sigh when you see Chan flashing across it. Of course. You already know what this is about.

Swiping the screen, you hold the phone up to your ear, bracing for the chaos on the other end.

"Y/N!" Chan's voice is frantic, slightly breathless. "We need you."

You sit back in your chair, rubbing your temple. "What now? You sound like someone died."

"Jisung's dumb ass fell out of bed and cracked his head open on the corner of the bedside table."

A laugh escapes you before you can stop it. "He what?!"

Chan groans. "Yeah, I know. It's stupid. But he's bleeding everywhere, and I don't know how bad it is. Can you-"

"I'm on my way," you cut him off, already gathering your things. "Gimme ten minutes. I'm at the library."

"Good. Just hurry the fuck up." Chan's voice softens slightly before he hangs up. "Thanks, Y/N."

You sigh, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck and grabbing the pile of textbooks and notebooks. You didn't bring a backpack today, another brilliant decision on your part, so now you're balancing everything in your arms like the leaning tower of Pisa. You slip your earmuffs over your head, muttering under your breath, and push through the double doors of the library.

The blast of cold air hits you like a wall as soon as you step outside. Snowflakes swirl around you in the dim afternoon light, sticking to the exposed skin of your stomach and thighs. Because, of course, you decided today of all days was the perfect time to wear a crop top. A crop top with underboob no less. At least you had the decency to wear thigh-high boots and a scarf, but the outfit is not snowstorm-friendly.

The Alpha Phi frat house isn't too far from the library, but it feels like a goddamn trek in this weather. By the time you get there, your fingers are stiff from the cold, and the snow has started to soak through your skirt.

The front door swings open before you can even knock, and Chan stands there, eyes immediately narrowing as he takes in your appearance.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he growls, yanking the stack of books out of your arms. "Why the fuck don't you have a coat? And why the fuck are you wearing a crop top that shows underboob in the middle of a goddamn snowstorm? Do you want to freeze your tits off, Y/N?"

You roll your eyes and adjust your scarf. "I didn't have a coat that went with my outfit, and this top is cute, okay?"

"You're stupid."

"Love you too," you shoot back, brushing past him into the warmth of the frat house. "Where's Jisung?"

Chan motions toward the living room, following close behind. "He's in there. Holding a blood-soaked towel to his head like an idiot."

You take a moment to kick off the snow from your boots before walking into the living room. Sure enough, Jisung is sprawled out on the couch, a towel pressed against the back of his head, his face scrunched up in discomfort.

"If I get blood on my clothes..." you warn, pulling your scarf and earmuffs off.

"I'll buy you new ones," Chan interrupts, already heading upstairs to grab the first aid kit you've stashed in his room for situations exactly like this.

"Appreciate it," you mutter, dropping to your knees next to Jisung. "Alright, Ji, let's see what we're dealing with."

Jisung whines dramatically as you carefully pull the towel away from his head, his eyes fluttering shut. "Fuck, this hurts. Why did I fall out of bed today?"

"Because you're a dumbass," you tease lightly, but there's genuine concern in your tone as you check the cut on the back of his head. You slip two fingers onto his wrist to check his pulse.

"How're you feeling?" you ask, watching him closely.

"Like I hit my fucking head on the corner of a table," he grumbles. His pulse is steady, which is a good sign.

"Any dizziness? Nausea?"

He scrunches up his face. "A little dizzy, but I think it's mostly because I'm terrified of bleeding out on the couch."

Before you can respond, Chan rushes back into the room with the first aid kit. He sets it down beside you and crosses his arms, watching intently.

You slip on a pair of gloves and examine the cut on Jisung's head. It's not too deep, but the blood has definitely freaked him out. "The cut's less than the width of my thumb," you tell Chan without looking up. "It's not as bad as it looks."

Chan, ever the worried mom of the group, frowns. "But there's so much blood."

You glance up at him, offering a small smile. "Head injuries bleed a lot. Trust me, this isn't anything serious." You hold a thick piece of gauze against Jisung's head to stem the bleeding, making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure.

Jisung groans, squirming under your hand. "How am I supposed to wash my hair with a fucking head wound?"

"You're not," you say simply. "Avoid washing it for a few days. No shampoo near the cut. It'll hurt like hell. Wear a beanie or something."

Jisung gives a long, dramatic sigh, but he nods in agreement. "I guess I can pull off the beanie look."

From the kitchen, you hear hushed whispers. The rest of the Alpha Phi boys, Hyunjin, Minho, Jeongin, Changbin and Felix, are gathered there, hovering over the island, whispering amongst themselves.

"Just fucking talk to her," you hear Hyunjin whisper, though his attempt at being quiet isn't very successful.

"Yeah, bro," Changbin chimes in. "Ask her how her coursework is going or something. She's always talking about school, right?"

There's a low mumble, presumably from Felix, and then Minho's sharp voice cuts through the whispers.

"Will you stop being a freckly little bitch, Felix?! So what, she has boobs? Doesn't make her a fucking alien."

You stifle a laugh, pretending you haven't heard a word. It's no secret that Felix has had a crush on you for as long as you've known him. Every time you come over to patch someone up, he gets all quiet and blushy, his freckles standing out even more against his skin.

"Okay, Ji," you say, shifting your focus back to the task at hand. "Let's make sure you're not concussed."

You pull out your phone and shine a flashlight into his eyes, checking his pupillary response. "Any double vision? Feeling disoriented?"

He shakes his head, then winces. "Nah, nothing like that."

You ask him a series of questions, running through the standard concussion protocol. Jisung answers each one with his usual brand of sarcasm, but he's sharp, and you're pretty sure he's in the clear.

"Alright, you're good," you say, packing up the first aid kit. "No concussion, but take it easy for the next day or two. If you feel any weird symptoms, you better call me."

He nods, slouching back on the couch. "Thanks. You're a fucking lifesaver."

You stand up, stretching your legs, and glance over toward the kitchen where Felix is still standing awkwardly, clearly trying to work up the courage to say something. You offer him a smile, but he quickly averts his gaze, pretending to be deeply interested in the conversation between Hyunjin and Minho.

Before you can call him out on it, Jisung pipes up again. "Y/N, seriously though, how the fuck am I gonna survive not washing my hair? I can't go three days without washing it. My scalp will hate me."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You'll survive. Just invest in some dry shampoo, and you'll be fine. Plus, you'll be wearing beanies, remember? No one will even notice."

Jisung grumbles something under his breath, clearly not satisfied with your answer, but you don't miss the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You let out a deep sigh, standing up from your spot beside Jisung and stretching your stiff limbs. The boys continue their quiet conversation in the kitchen, and you catch bits of it while you clean up the leftover gauze and medical supplies. You're packing up the first aid kit when Chan strides back into the living room, a serious look plastered on his face.

"Hey, you checked the weather yet?" he asks, pulling out his phone and waving it in the air as if the mere sight of it will clue you into what's happening.

"Nope, too busy saving Jisung's life," you reply with a smirk, casting a glance at your friend who's dramatically flopped across the couch, still nursing the back of his head.

Chan rolls his eyes, not in the mood for jokes. "Well, you might wanna brace yourself 'cause they just issued a weather alert for an incoming blizzard."

You pause for a moment, your brain catching up with the weight of his words. "A blizzard? Like snow, snow?"

"Yeah, no shit, snow," Chan huffs. "They're saying it's going to hit hard, and we'll be snowed in for at least four days."

You blink at him, processing his words before the reality of it sinks in. "You're telling me I'm snowed in here? For four days?"

"Looks like it," he says with a shrug. "And it's already picking up, so I'd say it's a safe bet you're not going anywhere anytime soon."

You groan loudly, throwing your hands up in the air. "What the fuck am I going to do about clothes? I didn't exactly pack for a four-day fucking stay!"

Chan raises an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "You're seriously asking me that? You literally have two drawers full of your fucking clothes in my room that didn't fit into your dorm when you moved in."

Your arms drop to your sides as the realization hits you. "Oh... yeah. I do, don't I?"

Chan nods, crossing his arms in satisfaction. "Not to mention the fact that you also have a whole-ass bag of makeup here for whenever you crash after parties."

You roll your eyes. "Okay, but you don't have a decent mirror! Your mirror's disgusting. It's covered in some kind of bodily fluid that I do not want to identify."

"Hey, fuck off!" Chan protests, a hand flying to his chest in mock offence. "That mirror's seen some shit."

"Exactly!" you exclaim, your nose wrinkling in disgust.

From the kitchen, you hear snickers as Changbin and Jeongin exchange a glance. They nudge Felix, who's still standing awkwardly at the edge of the group, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like he's debating whether or not to join in the conversation. You catch the way they nudge him, and the murmur of voices from the kitchen reaches your ears.

"Tell her she can use your mirror," Jeongin whispers, elbowing Felix in the ribs.

Minho, leaning casually against the fridge, rolls his eyes at the whole situation. "Jesus Christ, just get a fucking grip and talk to her," he mutters before shoving Felix roughly toward the living room.

Felix stumbles forward, his face a bit flushed from the push, but he catches himself and straightens up. "Uh, Y/N," he says, trying to play it cool, "you can use my mirror. It's definitely clean."

There's a pause as you turn to face Felix, surprised but pleasantly amused by his offer. "Well, at least one of you has decent hygiene," you say, giving him a playful grin.

Felix's face lights up with a wide smile, his freckles standing out against his skin as he glances back toward the kitchen. The guys are all watching him with varying degrees of anticipation. Hyunjin is giving him two enthusiastic thumbs up, while Changbin is nodding like a proud parent. 

But it's Minho, of course, who takes things too far. He catches Felix's eye, forms a V with his fingers in front of his face, and flicks his tongue between them, grinning like a devil.

Felix's eyes widen, and without missing a beat, he slams the door between the living room and the kitchen before you can turn around and see what's going on.

You laugh, completely oblivious to Minho's antics, and Felix lets out a relieved breath, his ears turning a little pink. "You okay, Lix? You look like you're gonna pass out," you tease.

"I'm good," he mumbles, running a hand through his hair. "Just, you know, cold."

"Sure," you chuckle, glancing toward the door he just slammed shut. "Anyway, thanks for the mirror offer. I might take you up on that."

Felix gives a small nod, his nerves quickly melting away now that he's actually talking to you. "Yeah, anytime. Would you like a blanket? You look cold"

You smile. "Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."

Felix nods and quickly disappears toward the hallway, while you head into the kitchen to make yourself some tea. As you fill the kettle, you hear the low murmur of voices behind you. Minho is standing by the counter, smirking in your direction.

"Y/N, my darling," Minho starts, his tone dripping with mischief, "I told Felix that he needs to take you to his room and just go primal, you know? Eat you like a man starved. Just—"

Minho makes a wildly inappropriate gesture with his hands, mimicking a ravenous eating motion that has you snorting in spite of yourself. You shake your head, turning to face him fully.

"You're fucking ridiculous, Minho."

"You're welcome," he says, flashing you a toothy grin.

"You certainly have a way with words," you deadpan, turning back to pour hot water into your mug.

Minho's grin widens. "Thank you very much. I do try."

Before you can respond, Felix returns with a blanket, stepping into the kitchen just as Minho's eyes flick back to you. "You know, this horribly traumatizing weather is being made much better by the underboob from that crop top, Y/N," Minho announces with a wink.

Felix smacks him upside the head. "Dude, seriously?"

Minho yelps, rubbing the back of his head but looking entirely unrepentant. "I'm serious! Look!" He gestures toward you dramatically. "So much underboob!"

You roll your eyes, but you can't help laughing. "Minho, you should have been a poet."

He smirks. "I can't do that to the world. I'm already too talented."

Felix hands you the blanket, his cheeks tinged pink as he avoids Minho's gaze. "Here. Sorry about Minho."

You take the blanket gratefully, wrapping it around your shoulders. "Don't worry about it, Lix. I'm used to it by now."

You sip your tea, savouring the warmth as it spreads through your chest, but the moment of peace is short-lived. Chan bursts into the kitchen, tossing a hoodie at your head with no warning.

"Cover up before Minho busts in his pants," he says, deadpan.

The hoodie smacks you right in the face, causing you to drop your mug, which shatters against the kitchen floor. You stare at the broken pieces in disbelief before you huff, crouching down to pick up the shards of ceramic. "That's not very feminist of you, Chan. I'm at fault for Minho being a pervert?"

Jeongin, who had been standing quietly by the door, perks up. "Wow, Chan. Is that how it is in this frat house now?"

Chan throws his hands up in exasperation. "Well, excuse me for trying to help."

Minho, meanwhile, is watching the whole exchange with a lazy grin. "Honestly, I'd hit on Y/N even if she was wearing a fucking habit."

You roll your eyes, muttering under your breath as you gather the broken pieces of your mug. "Of course you would."

Chan watches you for a moment, his brow furrowing in concern. "Are you seriously picking up shards of a mug with your bare hands? You're a paramedic student, for fuck's sake. You should know better."

You shoot him an exasperated look. "Do you want me to stop patching you and your pack of stupid hyenas up? Because if I don't pick it up, I know I'll be pulling pieces out of one of their feet. Probably Minho's."

Minho's voice cuts through the chaos of the kitchen, clearly not bothered by the fact that you're on your hands and knees picking up broken shards of ceramic. "You know, I just mopped those fucking floors earlier. And now there's tea all over them. Burn the witch, I say!" He points dramatically at you like you've just committed a grave sin.

You pause for a second, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. "Fuck off, Minho," you mutter, standing up with a handful of shards and tossing them into the trash.

Chan steps forward, holding out a mop in your direction with a smirk plastered on his face. "Here. You broke the mug, might as well clean it up."

You look at the mop, then back at Chan, crossing your arms defiantly. "I think the fuck not. You're not about to reinforce some gender stereotype where women clean up messes that are men's fault. You threw the hoodie. You started the chain of causation. Therefore, it's your mess."

Chan blinks, his mouth opening as if he's about to argue, but then he shuts it again, looking between you and the mop. "You're really pulling that card?"

"Damn right, I am," you shoot back, raising an eyebrow. "Now get to mopping before I call your mother."

Chan freezes, eyes wide as if you just threatened to expose his deepest, darkest secret. He glances toward Minho and Felix for backup, but both of them shrug. Minho's shit-eating grin returns as he leans against the counter.

"Best get to mopping, mate," Minho says with a smug chuckle. "You really wanna go up against her when she's got Jess on speed dial?"

Chan's shoulders sag in defeat. "You wouldn't."

You pull out your phone, scrolling to the contact labelled Jess, and hold it up for him to see. "Oh, but I would. And I'm supposed to call her at some point this week anyway. She wants to catch up. So, I could just tell her right now how her sweet baby boy is being a little bitch and trying to make me clean up his mess."

"You're fucking evil," Chan mutters under his breath, but you can tell he's losing this fight by the way his hand tightens around the mop handle.

"No," you say, a grin tugging at your lips, "you're just mad because you know she'll give you a beatdown."

Chan narrows his eyes at you, clearly debating whether to call your bluff. "Go ahead. Call her. Because I am not fucking mopping this floor."

You shrug, dialling Jess's number and hopping up onto the counter, swinging your legs playfully. "Okay, sure. I'll call her. Watch me."

As the phone rings, Chan's eyes widen, and he curses under his breath, but he doesn't move to take the mop just yet. The others in the kitchen are watching the standoff like it's some kind of high-stakes poker game. Felix looks a bit nervous, while Minho's grin is spreading wider, enjoying every second of the showdown.

Finally, the call connects, and you hear Jess's familiar, warm voice on the other end. "Y/N! Sweetheart! Oh, it's so good to hear from you! I've been meaning to call you this week. How are you, love?"

You grin, throwing a playful glance at Chan, who has frozen in place, still holding the mop but clearly debating his next move. Minho's shit-eating grin grows wider, watching the scene unfold like his favourite TV show. "Hi, Jess! I missed you too. Yeah, I'm doing great! Just calling to catch up and, well, talk about Chan."

At the mention of his name, Chan's eyes widen. He takes one look at the mop, then at you, and curses under his breath. He drops the mop to the floor with a loud slap and starts mopping furiously. The sound of the mop swishing back and forth fills the room, along with the snickers of the rest of the boys who are watching Chan's dignity slowly wither away.

"Fuck you," Chan mutters, glaring up at you.

You stick your tongue out at him in response, still smiling sweetly as you talk into the phone. "Yeah, Jess, I've been a little worried about him lately"

Chan freezes again, his back stiffening as he pauses mid-mop. "Y/N," he warns, his voice dangerously low.

"Yeah, so," you continue, ignoring Chan's murderous glare, "he's been saying he misses home a lot recently. You know, really homesick. But that's not the only thing. There's also been... uhm... well, some bed-wetting incidents."

Chan's eyes go so wide you're worried they might actually fall out of the sockets. He drops the mop, standing upright in shock. "What the actual fuck are you saying right now?!"

You shoot him a smug look, holding up a finger to silence him. "Yeah, Jess, it's true. I've been worried because it's been happening more frequently, and, well, I think it might be a medical issue. I mean, the bed is soaked. Every time. Like, drenched. It's honestly concerning."

From behind you, Felix chokes on his tea, coughing loudly as he desperately tries to contain his laughter. Jeongin, who's been leaning casually against the counter, has his hands over his mouth, shaking with silent laughter. Hyunjin has literally fallen to the floor, clutching his stomach as he wheezes.

Chan is staring at you, absolutely flabbergasted. "You're fucking lying. Oh my god, what the fuck?!"

You smirk, enjoying every second of this. "Jess, I'm really worried it might be his bladder, you know? I mean, there's so much, and it just keeps happening. Minho and I had to take him shopping for adult diapers the other day, didn't we, Minho?"

Minho, ever the drama king, doesn't miss a beat. He throws his hands up in exaggerated agreement. "Oh yeah, we sure did. Got him a whole box of those super absorbent ones! And don't even get me started on the baby powder. Had to buy a shit-ton of it to prevent any chafing. You know how it is."

"You both are dead!" Chan hisses, his face a bright shade of crimson. He's practically foaming at the mouth now, but he keeps mopping, knowing that if he stops, you'll only keep this going.

There's a brief silence on the other end of the line as Jess processes everything you've just said. You can practically hear the cogs turning in her head. "Oh... oh dear," she finally says, her voice tinged with concern. "That does sound serious. I'll have to talk to him about it. Poor Channie. He must be so embarrassed."

"Y/N!" Chan hisses, storming over to you, looking like he's two seconds away from strangling you.

You hold up the phone, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Don't tell Chan I told you, okay? He's really sensitive about it. I just thought, you know, as his mom, you should know what's going on."

Jess sighs on the other end. "Of course, sweetheart. I won't say a word. Thank you for looking out for him, Y/N. You're such a good friend."

"Anytime, Jess," you say sweetly, shooting Chan a wink. "I'll talk to you soon!"

You hang up the call before Chan can grab the phone out of your hand. As soon as you do, the kitchen erupts into chaos. Felix is on the floor now, joining Hyunjin in hysterics. Jeongin is gasping for air, clutching his sides, while Changbin is bent over the counter, wheezing with laughter. Even Seungmin, who's usually the calm and collected one, has a hand over his mouth, shaking his head in disbelief.

Chan, however, is not laughing. He glares at you, his jaw clenched so tight you're surprised his teeth haven't shattered. "You... fucking... bitch."

You hop down from the counter, a wide grin plastered on your face. "Look, Captain Pissy Pants," you start, placing a hand on your hip, "if you had just mopped the floor like I asked without trying to pull some macho bullshit, your mom wouldn't think you piss the bed and wear adult diapers. But noooo, you had to go and be difficult."

Chan lets out a frustrated growl, tossing the mop aside. "You're dead. You're fucking dead. Do you realize what you've done? My mom is going to be on my ass about this for weeks!"

You shrug nonchalantly, enjoying the sight of him unravelling. "Well, maybe next time you'll think twice before throwing a hoodie at my head and breaking my mug."

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. "You didn't have to fucking call her, though! Jesus Christ, what am I supposed to tell her now?"

Minho chimes in with a smirk. "Tell her the truth. You piss the bed. Simple as that."

Chan shoots him a glare so deadly it could probably kill a lesser man. "Shut the fuck up, Minho."

Minho holds his hands up in surrender, but the grin never leaves his face. "Just saying, man. The evidence is stacking up against you."

The moment Chan starts launching into an all out rant, you just stand there, entirely unbothered, sipping the fresh cup of tea that Felix had quietly handed you. His hands were shaking a little when he gave it to you, but you'd offered him a warm smile as thanks, and now he's leaning against the counter, sneaking glances at you every few seconds. You know he's waiting for you to react to Chan, but you're in no rush.

Chan, on the other hand, is still losing his mind. He's pacing back and forth, hair dishevelled, gesturing wildly as he rants about what an asshole you are for calling his mom and how she's going to nag him for the rest of his life now.

"Do you even understand what you've fucking done? You've literally ruined me! She's gonna fucking talk about diapers at every family dinner now! I'll never hear the end of this shit!"

You take a long, slow sip of your tea, savouring the warmth that spreads through your chest while Chan continues his tirade.

"You think this is funny, don't you?!" he snaps, pointing an accusatory finger at you. "You're just sitting there with your smug little grin like you didn't just call my mom and tell her I piss the bed! Do you have any fucking idea what kind of trauma you've unleashed on me?"

"Chan," you say, setting your tea down and giving him a pointed look, "I didn't say you piss the bed. I said you had an issue. That's not the same thing."

"Bullshit!" he yells, throwing his hands up. "My mom's gonna think I'm wearing fucking diapers at night now! She'll probably mail me some with cute little ducks on them or some shit. Jesus fucking Christ!"

You raise an eyebrow, remaining entirely composed. "Honestly, if you keep yelling, your bladder control might become a real issue."

"I'm not fucking kidding," he growls, taking a step closer, but before he can continue, you suddenly burst into tears.

It's so sudden, so out of nowhere, that it stops Chan dead in his tracks. His eyes widen, and the room falls into an awkward silence. All the other boys, who had been silently watching the whole thing, freeze too. You're putting on a dramatic show.

Your hands cover your face as you sob, and your shoulders shake with fake cries. Inside, you're fighting hard not to laugh at how quickly everyone's demeanour has changed.

Chan immediately panics. "Oh fuck, shit, no, don't cry!" He drops the mop and rushes toward you, pulling you into a tight hug. His large hands pat your back awkwardly as he rocks you side to side, clearly unsure of what to do. "Fuck, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to make you upset, please stop crying."

Hyunjin jumps in with his usual dramatic flair, pointing at Chan like he's just committed murder. "Are you proud of yourself, Chan? You made her cry! You fucking monster!"

"I didn't—" Chan stammers, looking around helplessly. "I wasn't trying to- Please stop crying. Fuck, I'm sorry, I'll do anything you want, just stop crying. Please?"

You sniffle dramatically, still fake-sobbing into his chest, and Chan's grip tightens around you. "Please, Y/N, I didn't mean it. I'll do anything."

You pull back slightly, wiping at your face with the back of your hand as if drying tears. "Anything?"

"Yes! Anything!" Chan promises, his face full of concern.

You straighten up, wiping away the nonexistent tears and looking him dead in the eyes. "Mop the fucking floor properly, then. You did a terrible job. Jesus, Chan, did Jessica leave you to be raised by wolves? There's still tea all over the floor! I understand this is a frat house, but have some fucking standards. Are you blind or just incompetent?"

Chan's jaw drops. His brain is clearly trying to catch up to what just happened. "I—What? What the fuck is going on?"

"I'll tell you what the fuck is going on. You need to learn how to mop a fucking floor. Jesus Christ, Chan. Is basic cleanliness too much for you? Just because this is a frat house doesn't mean you should live in a pigsty."

For a moment, Chan just stands there, blinking at you in disbelief, the gears in his brain visibly turning as he tries to process the fact that you were faking your crying the whole time. "You fucking asshole," he finally mutters, his voice low with frustration. "I fucking hate you."

You grin, crossing your arms. "I will tell your mother about the crusty wank socks under your bed, so watch how you speak to me."

Chan's face turns an even deeper shade of red. "I'm going to—"

You raise an eyebrow, cutting him off. "What? What are you gonna do? Can't call my parents. Safe haven baby right here, remember? Who you gonna call?"

From the couch in the living room, Jisung, who's been watching the entire interaction with wide eyes, suddenly shouts, "Ghostbusters!"

You whip around to glare at him, your hands on your hips. "Jisung, you bitch, I don't even know if my parents are dead! What a rude assumption to make!"

Jisung, never one to back down, sits up with a shrug. "But the Ghostbusters could, like, look for the ghosts of your parents, you know? They could track them down or something."

Minho, leaning casually against the counter, smirks and shakes his head. "How are they gonna do that, dumbass? Y/N doesn't even know who her parents are. It's not like she has a fucking address to give them."

Jisung pauses, clearly considering this, then shrugs again. "I mean, they're Ghostbusters. They could just, like, look. Isn't that their whole thing? Finding ghosts?"

Hyunjin, who's been watching all this from the sidelines, finally speaks up. "I think the real problem here is that Chan can't mop a fucking floor. I mean, how are you a frat leader and can't even clean up after yourself? I'm starting to question your leadership skills, Captain."

"I'm a fucking football captain, not a janitor!" Chan barks back, still flustered from the earlier events.

"Clearly," you mutter, your gaze still locked on the mess on the floor.

The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the Alpha Phi frat house as the blizzard continues to gain strength. Snow swirls in furious gusts, piling up against the windowsills and creating an almost surreal, wintry landscape. 

You stare out the window, eyes narrowed as the snow piles up higher and higher, the reality of the situation sinking in. You're trapped. With them. For four whole days.

"Fuck me," you mutter under your breath, crossing your arms as you turn away from the window. "I can't believe I'm stuck with you lot for four days. This is some next-level fucking bullshit."

"Y/N, your eyeliner is fucking smudged," Hyunjin points out, breaking you out of your thoughts. His lips curl into a mischievous grin, clearly amused by your earlier fake crying stunt. "All that fake crying messed you up. Looks like you had a meltdown."

You groan, immediately raising a hand to your eye to swipe at the smudged makeup. "Great. Just what I need. Fucking eyeliner all over my face now."

Hyunjin chuckles, leaning back against the counter, watching you struggle to fix the mess. "Don't worry, you still look hot. Maybe even hotter with the messy eyeliner. Adds to the 'just survived a traumatic event' look."

You shoot him a look, not in the mood to play along with his teasing. "I'm sure that's exactly the aesthetic I was going for. Fucking great."

He laughs again, shrugging like he doesn't have a care in the world. "I'm just saying, it works for you."

Rolling your eyes, you glance over at Felix, who's standing near the doorway with his hands shoved into his pockets, looking like he's been waiting for a moment to jump in. You remember his earlier offer and decide to take him up on it.

"Felix," you call, catching his attention, "can I use your mirror now if that's still alright? I need to fix my eyeliner, and you offered earlier."

Felix's face brightens at the sound of your voice, his freckles standing out against the pink flush spreading across his cheeks. He nods quickly, pushing off the wall. "Y-yeah, of course. Come on, I'll show you to my room."

You grab the blanket still wrapped around your shoulders and toss it onto the nearest chair before following Felix. As you walk past Hyunjin and the rest of the guys in the kitchen, you catch Minho grinning like a devil, but you don't pay it any mind.

What you don't see, though, is Minho's next move. The moment your back is turned, he starts thrusting into the air like an idiot, mimicking some obscene, exaggerated movements that make the guys lose their shit in laughter.

Felix glances over his shoulder and catches Minho in the act. His eyes narrow into a deadly glare, but he says nothing, just quickens his pace, eager to get you upstairs before you can turn around and witness the chaos.

The stairs creak slightly as you both make your way up to the second floor. The walls are lined with old pictures of previous frat members, random sports memorabilia, and a framed, oversized Alpha Phi logo that looks like it's been signed by every member since the dawn of time.

You can hear the muffled sounds of video games from behind one of the doors, and for a moment, it's almost peaceful. Well, as peaceful as a frat house during a blizzard can get.

Felix stops in front of a door near the end of the hall and opens it, stepping aside to let you in first. "Here it is. Sorry if it's a little messy."

You step into Felix's room and immediately notice the massive gaming setup taking up one corner. Three large monitors glow softly, showing various tabs and games left open, along with a scattered array of controllers, cables, and snacks.

It's clear this is where he spends a lot of his time. The room smells faintly of vanilla, mixed with something warm and inviting like cookies just out of the oven. It's very Felix.

As you take in your surroundings, your eyes land on a bookshelf against the far wall. It's packed full of books, some old, some new, all lined up neatly in a way that surprises you given the clutter everywhere else. You can't help but wander over, trailing your fingers along the spines as you read the titles.

Your hand pauses on one in particular. "The Mortal Instruments?" you ask, glancing back at Felix with raised eyebrows. "You're into these?"

Felix's face lights up as he nods, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. I've been a fan for a while now. The books are way better than the Netflix series though, right?"

You laugh, nodding in agreement as you turn back to the shelf. "Oh my god, yes! The series was okay if you've never read the books, but it just didn't hit the same. They cut out so much, and the characters were off."

Felix steps closer, his excitement palpable. "That's what I've been telling Hyunjin for ages! But he's all like, 'Nooo, Magnus and Alec are hotter on screen than in the books.'" He mimics Hyunjin's whiny tone perfectly, and you laugh again, shaking your head.

"Don't get me wrong, Magnus and Alec are great on screen," you say, "but the books just hit differently. I'm more of a Jace girl myself."

Felix's eyes widen slightly, his smile growing even bigger. "Jace? Really?"

You shrug, turning to face him fully. "Yeah, I like the complicated, brooding types who secretly have a heart of gold. Plus, he's kind of a dumbass sometimes, and I find that endearing."

Felix chuckles softly, nodding. "Yeah, I can see that."

Your fingers trail along the other books on the shelf, stopping on a small, well-worn copy of Romeo and Juliet. You pull it out, glancing at the cover before looking back at Felix. "Romeo and Juliet? A classic."

Felix rubs the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. "Yeah, I know it's kind of cliche, but I've always liked it. It's tragic, but in a way that makes you think about love and sacrifice."

You smile, flipping through the pages absentmindedly. "I visited Verona with Chan last summer, you know. We went to Juliet's wall."

Felix's eyes light up with curiosity. "Really? How was it?"

You close the book, your fingers lingering on the worn cover. "Honestly, it wasn't as romantic as it sounds when you're there with your best friend who once had to help you when you bled through your trousers at school."

Felix lets out a surprised laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he grins at you. "Wow, okay, yeah, I can see how that would kill the mood."

You smirk, placing the book back on the shelf. "But the wall itself was incredible. People from all over the world write letters to Juliet and leave them there, asking for advice or just pouring their hearts out. There's even a group of people who respond to the letters."

Felix's brows furrow in interest. "Wait, seriously? That's amazing."

"Yeah," you nod, turning to face him again. "If this paramedic stuff doesn't work out, I might just move to Verona and join the group that writes back. Imagine that. People turning to one of the most tragic romantic figures in history for help because her love was that powerful. It's kind of poetic, don't you think?"

Felix stares at you for a moment, his expression softening. There's something about the way you speak, so genuine, so full of passion, that makes his heart do a little flip in his chest. He nods slowly, almost mesmerized by you. "Yeah, it is. Really poetic."

You catch the look in his eyes, and for a brief moment, something flickers between you. The air feels a little heavier, charged with something unspoken but undeniable.

Before the moment can stretch too long, you clear your throat and break eye contact, glancing toward the small mirror on his dresser. "Right, I should probably fix my eyeliner before I look like I just escaped from an emo band's comeback tour."

Felix laughs softly, stepping back to give you space. "Yeah, uh, the mirror's all yours. Sorry, I kind of got distracted."

You rummage through your skirt pocket and pull out black liquid eyeliner, the small pen-like tool ready to fix the mess your face has become. You settle in front of Felix's mirror, leaning closer to get a good angle, balancing your weight on one foot while raising your arm to fix the smudged lines around your eyes. You work carefully, adjusting the angle of the eyeliner tip, your reflection staring back at you with determined focus.

Felix stands just behind you, leaning awkwardly against the wall with his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets. His eyes, though, aren't on your face or the delicate process of you fixing your makeup. They're stuck somewhere lower.

Your skirt has ridden up slightly, just a few inches too high from where it was earlier. The edge of your green and black tartan mini skirt has crept up your thighs, high enough that the lacy trim of your underwear is just barely visible. You're completely oblivious to it, of course, too focused on getting your eyeliner back in check, but Felix? He's frozen in place, trying not to stare, failing miserably.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, barely audible. His face heats up, turning a shade of red that could rival a tomato, but he can't tear his eyes away.

The thing is, you've always had this effect on him. Ever since you started coming over to the Alpha Phi frat house to patch up the guys after their dumbass stunts, Felix found himself hopelessly drawn to you. It wasn't just the way you looked. Though he'd be lying if he said he hadn't noticed.

It was the way you carried yourself, always upbeat, always kind. You weren't afraid to call them out on their bullshit, especially Chan, and that made Felix respect you even more. But this is something different entirely. He knows he shouldn't be looking. He knows it's wrong. But he's stuck.

You continue humming to yourself, the soft tune filling the silence in the room as you carefully reapply your eyeliner. The sound is gentle, almost soothing, and Felix tries to focus on it instead of the distracting sight of your skirt. You don't seem to notice how intensely he's watching you, too caught up in your task, your soft voice barely above a whisper.

"Stars shining bright above you," you murmur, the words of the song slipping from your lips effortlessly. "Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you.'"

Felix blinks, finally snapping out of his trance, his curiosity piqued by the song. He tilts his head slightly, listening more closely. "What's that song?" he asks, his voice cutting through your humming.

You gasp, turning around so quickly that the eyeliner pen almost flies out of your hand. "You've never heard Dream a Little Dream of Me?" you exclaim, eyes wide in disbelief.

Felix shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. "I mean, I've probably heard it somewhere before, but I don't really recognize it. What's it from?"

You shake your head, a playful grin spreading across your face. "Felix, you sweet summer child," you say, placing the eyeliner down for a second to give him your full attention. "It's a classic. The kind of song you hear in old movies or when you're sitting in a cosy café with soft jazz playing in the background. It's dreamy, romantic, you know, that old-timey love song vibe."

Felix chuckles nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Well, I guess I've been missing out."

You lean back against the dresser, crossing your arms and tilting your head at him. "Missing out? You're a Culinary Arts major. You probably hear shit like this all the time in those fancy restaurants. You just don't know it because you're too focused on making the best dessert ever."

Felix laughs softly, his gaze flickering to the floor for a moment. "You might be right. I guess I should pay more attention."

"Damn right, you should," you tease, turning back to the mirror to finish up your eyeliner. You draw the final line, flicking the wing perfectly at the corner of your eye. "There. All fixed."

Felix's eyes dart to your reflection in the mirror, and for a brief second, he can't help but notice just how stunning you look—even with your messy hair held together by three pens. The underboob peeking out from your cropped black turtleneck and your thigh-high boots only add to the image that's been stuck in his head all night. He quickly averts his gaze again, trying to keep his cool.

"So, Dream a Little Dream of Me, huh?" he says, trying to steer the conversation away from his racing thoughts. "Is that one of your favourite songs?"

You nod, a smile playing on your lips as you cap the eyeliner and slip it back into your skirt pocket. "Yeah, it's up there. It's one of those songs that just makes you feel safe, you know? Like everything's gonna be alright, even when the world's falling apart."

"Yeah," he murmurs, nodding slowly. "I get that."

You glance at him through the mirror, catching the way his gaze softens as he looks at you. There's a moment of silence that stretches between you, comfortable but charged with something unspoken.

You break the silence first, turning to face him with a grin. "You know, Felix, I could teach you some classic songs. Expand your musical horizons a bit."

Felix chuckles, his face lighting up. "I'd like that. But only if you promise to teach me while I'm baking something. We can make it a whole 'baking with a soundtrack' kind of thing."

You laugh, the sound bright and genuine. "Deal. I'll make sure we're listening to the best oldies while you whip up something delicious."

There's a pause, and Felix's eyes meet yours again, this time with a bit more confidence. "You're really good at this, you know?"

"At what? Fixing my eyeliner?" you joke, raising an eyebrow.

Felix shakes his head, smiling. "No, I mean at being so you."

You blink, a little taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. "So me?"

"Yeah," he says, rubbing the back of his neck again, that nervous energy creeping back into his movements. "I mean, you're always so... you. Confident, funny, smart... I don't know how you do it."

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words, and for a moment, you're not sure how to respond. Felix, the quiet, sweet, freckle-faced guy who's always been a little too shy around you, is suddenly opening up in a way you didn't expect.

"Well, thanks, Lix," you say softly, offering him a warm smile. "But you're not so bad yourself. You've got this... quiet charm about you, you know? You don't need to be loud or obnoxious to get people's attention."

Felix's cheeks flush again, and he looks down at the floor, smiling to himself. "I guess."

You shake your head, stepping closer to him and nudging him lightly with your elbow. "Seriously. You've got a lot going for you. And don't let these idiots downstairs tell you otherwise."

Felix looks up at you, his eyes bright and filled with something you can't quite place. There's a beat of silence, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has faded away, leaving just the two of you in this small room, the snowstorm outside a distant memory.

But then, as if on cue, the door to Felix's room bursts open, and in storms Chan, looking more frazzled than usual. "Y/N, we need you. Again."

You groan, throwing your head back in exasperation. "What now? Did Minho finally break something?"

Chan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leans against the doorframe. "Well, Minho kind of broke something," he says, dragging out the last two words.

You raise an eyebrow. "Kind of?"

"Yeah," Chan grumbles. "He poked at Jisung's head so now it's bleeding. Again."

You let out a long, frustrated sigh. "Are you fucking serious? Is Jisung just cursed to have a cracked skull for the rest of his life?"

Felix chuckles nervously from his spot near the bed, and Chan looks even more exasperated as he pushes off the doorframe. "Come on. I don't know how bad it is this time, but he's freaking out again, and Minho's not exactly helping."

"I swear to god, if he's haemorrhaging I will kill myself," you mutter as you make your way to the door.

The moment you're out of the room, Felix lets out a long breath he didn't even realize he was holding. He runs a hand through his hair, clearly trying to shake off whatever tension had built up in the room while you were there.

But Chan, perceptive as ever, catches on almost immediately. As soon as you're out of earshot, he turns back to Felix with a knowing smirk. "Why are you standing so stiffly, bro? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Felix's eyes widen, and he shifts awkwardly, clearly trying to play it cool. "W-What do you mean? I'm fine."

"Bullshit," Chan says, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at his friend. "You've been acting weird ever since Y/N got here. I know you have a massive crush on her. You've had one for ages, man."

Felix's face turns bright red, and he stumbles over his words, trying to deny it. "I—no—I mean—okay, maybe, but—"

Before he can finish, the words just tumble out of his mouth in a rush. "I saw her underwear."

There's a brief pause as Chan processes what Felix just said. Then, as if on cue, a shit-eating grin spreads across Chan's face. "Wait, hold the fuck up. You saw her underwear and now you're blushing like a fucking schoolgirl?"

Felix groans, burying his face in his hands. "It's not like I did it on purpose! Her skirt just... I don't know, it rode up a little, and I wasn't trying to look, but I just—"

"Dude, you've hooked up with girls before," Chan interrupts, still grinning like a madman. "And I've heard what your exes have to say about you. They always go on and on about how you're, like, this dominant, take-charge guy in the bedroom. So what the fuck is different with Y/N?"

Felix sighs, clearly flustered by the conversation. "I don't fucking know, okay? It's just... different with her. I can't explain it."

Chan shakes his head, still chuckling under his breath. "Bro, you need to channel some of that dominant energy into approaching her, for fuck's sake. Stop overthinking every word and just act. You're always second-guessing yourself around her, and it's painful to watch."

Felix rubs the back of his neck, looking down at the floor. "Yeah, I know..."

"Look, she's not gonna bite your head off, okay?" Chan says, clapping a hand on Felix's shoulder. "You just need to be yourself. She already likes you, man. She keeps coming around, doesn't she? Just stop being such a pussy and talk to her like you would anyone else."

Felix frowns, clearly unsure. "I don't want to fuck things up."

Chan rolls his eyes. "You're not gonna fuck things up. Just relax, be yourself, and stop being a fucking weirdo about it."

Felix nods, though he still looks a bit uncertain. "Yeah, okay. Maybe I'll try."

"Good," Chan says, giving him a small shove toward the door. "Though now's probably not the time, considering she's dealing with Minho's dumbass again. But later. I'm holding you to this."

Felix lets out a nervous laugh but nods in agreement. "Yeah. Later."

You kneel next to Jisung on the couch, the familiar ritual of pulling on latex gloves calming you slightly as you grab gauze and bandages from your well-worn first aid kit. Jisung leans back, pressing another towel to the back of his head, his lips forming a half-pout, half-grimace as he watches you move with practised precision.

"Alright, Sungie," you sigh, snapping the gloves in place with a resigned shake of your head. "What the fuck happened this time?"

Jisung winces dramatically, slumping further into the cushions, trying to gain some semblance of sympathy. "It's Minho's fault. I swear. He just... poked it."

You flick your gaze to where Minho stands, arms crossed and a self-satisfied smirk on his face. You're not surprised. It's always Minho or Hyunjin getting into shit, dragging Jisung along for the ride.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Minho, what the fuck were you thinking? He's already got a bandage on his head. You're supposed to leave it alone."

Minho shrugs like it's no big deal, giving you his signature grin. "I was just checking it! You know, like a concerned friend. I gave it a little poke to see if it was healing. Turns out it wasn't."

You press the gauze against the back of Jisung's head with enough force to make him hiss in discomfort. "Minho, you're not a doctor. Stop poking shit. I've already patched him up once today."

Jisung groans, leaning into your touch as if he's two seconds from making a dramatic plea for mercy. "I'm not gonna make it, Y/N. I can feel the life draining out of me."

You stifle a laugh, shaking your head. "You're not dying, Sungie. Stop being a baby."

He peeks at you through squinted eyes. "Where's Felix and Chan? I thought they were supposed to be here. I feel like I'm missing out on their comforting presence."

You roll your eyes. "They're probably still in Felix's room, avoiding this fucking circus." You finish taping up the new bandage, adjusting it slightly to make sure it's secure. "Not that I blame them."

As you finish, you grab your small flashlight from the first aid kit and click it on, leaning forward to shine it in Jisung's eyes. "Hold still. Just making sure you don't have a concussion."

He freezes immediately. "Wait, why? Do you think there's bleeding in my brain?!"

You chuckle softly. "Relax, Sungie. If you had a brain bleed, you wouldn't be sitting here whining. I'm just making sure you don't have a concussion."

He groans dramatically. "That's not exactly comforting, Y/N."

You ignore him, finishing your check. "You're fine. Just stay away from Minho and you'll live."

Without warning, Jisung wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. "You're a lifesaver, Y/N. What would we do without you?"

You laugh, patting him on the back. "You'd probably be in the hospital more often."

Minho watches from the side, a dramatic pout forming on his lips. "Where's my hug, Y/N? I'm the one who made this exciting for you."

You shoot him a look, pulling away from Jisung and settling back on the couch. "I don't hug idiots who reopen their friend's head wounds. It's a moral stance of mine."

Minho smirks, clearly unbothered. "That's just cold, Y/N. After everything I've done for you."

You stretch your legs out, draping them across Jisung's lap. "Tell you what, Minho. I'll give you a hug if you go and make me a passionfruit martini."

His eyes light up instantly, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Deal. One passionfruit martini coming right up."

As Minho disappears into the kitchen, Jisung shifts under your legs, giving you a curious look. "As soon as that drink touches your lips, you're off duty, right?"

You nod, closing your eyes and leaning back into the couch. "Exactly. Once that martini's in my hand, I'm off the clock. No more first aid for the next twelve hours."

Jisung lets out a loud sigh. "But we're stuck in a blizzard. You know someone's going to do something dumb."

You crack one eye open, shooting him a pointed look. "Then my advice? All of you sit down and do not move for twelve hours."

He snorts, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "I'll try, but no promises."

A few minutes later, Minho returns, carefully balancing a martini glass filled with a vibrant orange liquid. He hands it to you with a smug grin, clearly proud of his creation. "Your passionfruit martini, m'lady."

You take a sip, the sweet and tart flavour mixing perfectly on your tongue. "Not bad, Minho. Maybe you're not entirely useless after all."

He grins, plopping down beside you on the couch. "So, cuddle time now?"

You laugh, shaking your head as you stand up, drink still in hand. "Sorry, Minho. No cuddle time. I'm heading back upstairs to talk with Felix about books."

Minho raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Felix, huh? What's going on with you two up there?"

You roll your eyes, walking toward the stairs. "Fuck off, Minho."

His laughter follows you as you climb the stairs, the sound echoing in the quiet house. You know he's not going to let it go, but right now, you couldn't care less. You've been looking forward to talking to Felix again. He's always so thoughtful, and you find his company calming in a way that none of the other guys manage.

Before heading to Felix's room, you make a quick detour to Chan's. Pushing open the door, you walk over to the drawers that you've basically claimed as your own. It started when Chan insisted you leave some clothes at the house to avoid carrying around a huge bag every time you came over to patch someone up. Now, the drawers are filled with your clothes. Enough for several days if you ever got snowed in.

You rummage through the pile of clothes until you find a white oversized cable-knit sweater. It's soft and cozy, hanging just above your knees when you pull it on. You grab a pair of black yoga shorts and slip them on underneath, completing the look with fluffy white socks.

Satisfied, you grab your martini from the dresser and head to Felix's room.

When you reach his door, you knock lightly before pushing it open. Inside, Felix is pacing back and forth, looking lost in thought. Chan is lounging on Felix's bed, his phone in hand as he scrolls through something.

"Am I interrupting something?" you ask, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

Felix stops pacing immediately, his face lighting up with a sheepish smile. "No, no. You're not interrupting."

Chan looks up from his phone, grinning lazily. "Oh hey. Were your ears burning?"

You raise an eyebrow, sipping your martini. "No. Should they have been?"

Felix shoots Chan a warning glare, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Ignore him. He doesn't know what he's talking about." He then turns to Chan, his voice slightly firmer, "Weren't you just leaving, Chan?"

Chan smirks, pushing himself up from the bed with a stretch. "Alright, alright. I'll leave you two alone" He winks at Felix, clearly enjoying the situation, before sauntering out of the room.

Once the door clicks shut, Felix sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry about him. He's been teasing me all day."

You smile, sitting on the edge of his bed. "It's fine. I'm used to Chan's bullshit. What's got you pacing around like that?"

Felix shrugs, moving to sit next to you, his gaze focused on the floor. "I was just thinking about what we talked about earlier. You know, those classic love stories."

You tilt your head, intrigued. "Yeah? What about them?"

He fiddles with the edge of his shirt, not meeting your eyes. "I don't know. I guess I've been wondering if stuff like that happens in real life. The kind of love that feels epic."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you lean forward slightly, your martini forgotten for a moment. "Yeah, those stories always seem larger than life. But I think they exist in some form. Maybe not exactly like the books, but you know, love can still be intense and beautiful."

Felix looks up at you then, his eyes searching yours. There's a vulnerability in his gaze that you don't see often, and it makes your chest tighten. "Do you think it's something worth fighting for? Even if it's hard?"

Felix's question lingers in the air, heavy with a vulnerability that catches you off guard. His gaze, for once, holds steady on yours, and you can see the thoughts racing behind his eyes. It's different from the usual nervous Felix you're used to. This is Felix with purpose, Felix with conviction.

Before you can even think of a response, he gently takes the martini glass out of your hand, placing it carefully on the nightstand. His fingers brush against yours as he sets the glass down, and the sudden contact sends a jolt of something electric up your spine.

"Fuck it," Felix murmurs, more to himself than to you, and suddenly his hands are cupping your face, pulling you toward him. His lips crash against yours, firm and decisive, nothing like the hesitant, unsure Felix you've known for so long.

The kiss is confident, controlled. He's guiding it, taking the lead. Felix's lips press against yours with an intensity that surprises you, his hands sliding from your face to your neck, his fingers curling gently in your hair. The kiss deepens, and you melt into it, your hands finding their way to his chest, gripping the soft fabric of his shirt as if anchoring yourself in the moment.

There's nothing hesitant about the way he's kissing you now—his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you part your lips instinctively, letting him take control. His movements are bold, purposeful, and you can feel the pent-up desire in the way his hands slide down your sides, pulling you closer.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the heat between you building with every second. You're not thinking anymore, just feeling the way Felix's lips move against yours, the taste of him, the warmth of his hands as they roam your body, tugging you closer as if he can't get enough.

The kiss becomes more intense, more heated, as if he's pouring everything he's ever felt into it—every shy glance, every blush, every quiet moment between the two of you. It's all here, in this kiss, and it leaves you breathless.

Just as things are heating up, the door swings open with a loud bang, and the moment is interrupted by a startled, "Oh shit!"

You both pull away, lips still tingling from the kiss, and turn toward the door. Chan is standing there, eyes wide, clearly caught off guard by what he's just walked in on.

"Oh shit," Chan repeats, blinking rapidly as if trying to process what he's seeing.

Behind him, you hear Minho's voice, dripping with his usual teasing tone. "Oh, hello."

Jisung is right behind them, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Took you long enough, Felix. You're not all blushy anymore, huh?"

Minho steps further into the room, arms crossed, a satisfied smirk on his face. "That's what happens when you get the girl"

Felix leans back slightly, his arm still draped around your waist. He gives them a look that's half-annoyed, half-amused. "Do you guys mind?"

Jisung throws his hands up, still grinning. "Nah, we're just here for the show. About fucking time, by the way."

You glance at Felix, and he looks back at you, both of you sharing a quiet moment of amusement. "Are you guys done gawking, or are you planning on standing there all night?" you ask, crossing your arms but smiling nonetheless.

Minho leans against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow. "Depends. You two gonna make out again, or is that it for tonight?"

Felix rolls his eyes, pulling you closer against his side, his hand resting comfortably on your waist. "Maybe if you leave, we will."

Chan laughs, stepping forward and throwing an arm around Minho's shoulder. "Alright, alright, we'll give you two some privacy. But don't think this is over. We're definitely talking about this later."

Minho gives you both a knowing wink before finally retreating back into the hallway. "Good job, Lix"

As they turn to leave, Jisung lingers for just a second longer, his grin still annoyingly wide. "I'm proud of you, man. I knew you had it in you."

"Get out," Felix groans, though there's a smile playing on his lips.

With one final laugh, Jisung disappears down the hallway, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you and Felix alone once again.

There's a beat of silence, and then Felix lets out a long sigh, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. "They're never gonna let me live this down, are they?"

You chuckle, threading your fingers through his soft hair. "Probably not. But hey, they're just jealous."

Felix lifts his head, his eyes locking with yours, and the playful smile that curves his lips is enough to make your heart race all over again. "You think so?"

You nod, leaning in closer until your noses are almost touching. "Definitely."

Without another word, Felix closes the small distance between you, his lips finding yours once again. This time, the kiss is slower, more deliberate, but no less intense. His hand slides up your back, pulling you against him, and you can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your palm.

It's just the two of you now, no teasing friends, no interruptions, just the quiet sound of your breath mingling with his, the soft rustle of the sheets as you shift closer to each other on the bed.

When you finally pull away, breathless but content, Felix rests his forehead against yours, his voice a low murmur. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

You smile, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his face. "What took you so long, then?"

He laughs softly, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your lower back. "I don't know. Guess I was scared of messing things up."

You tilt your head, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. "Well, you didn't mess anything up. In fact, I'd say you did pretty damn well."

Felix's grin widens, and for a moment, he looks like the Felix you've always known. Sweet, shy, and just a little bit unsure of himself. But there's something different now, something more confident in the way he holds you, the way his eyes flicker with a newfound certainty.

"I think we should probably lock the door next time," he says, his voice laced with amusement.

You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, good idea. I'm not sure I can handle another round of Minho, Chan and Jisung."

Felix chuckles, his hand stroking your hair. "They're never gonna let me forget this, are they?"

You shake your head, closing your eyes as you relax into him. "Nope. But that's what makes them who they are."

There's a comfortable silence between you, the weight of what just happened settling in. It feels right. Like something that's been a long time coming. And as you sit there in the quiet, Felix's arms around you, you can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, those epic love stories aren't so far-fetched after all.

After a few moments, Felix speaks again. "So, what happens now?"

You pull back slightly, meeting his gaze with a smile. "Well, I was thinking we could finish that book discussion."

Felix laughs, shaking his head. "Of course. You and your books."

You grin, leaning in to kiss him softly. "What can I say? I like a good story."

Felix's smile is warm as he pulls you closer. "Well, I think we're writing a pretty good one ourselves."

And with that, the two of you settle back into the comfortable rhythm that has always been there—only now, it feels a little different. A little more certain. A little more yours.

skz texts when y/n is pregnant

Bang chan

Lee minho

Seo changbin

Hwang hyunjin

Han jisung

Lee felix

Kim seungmin

Jeongin Yang

Thank you for reading

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alien ! hyunjin

(psst..hyunjin has two dicks hehe)

-contains mature themes (breeding oopsies)

the first time you saw hyunjin, you could not believe he was part of this universe.

he was ethereal. and when you saw the way his cheeks lit up into a pale blue, you were sure of yourself. he had told you about himself. how he was an alien. finding it pretty easy to fit into our world.

when you first met him, you had no idea. all you thought was god mustve have sculpted him into such a fine piece. you fell in love with him after seeing him in his space attire.

nothing was different about him except for a few things.

like the way his body turned a pretty blue when he felt strong emotions. his irises would keep changing colour. it was hardly noticeable from afar.

there were also days when he'd be insatiable. longing for your touch. doing whatever he could do to stay close to you.

"sometimes i just need to stay close. my body experiences all the emotions you are feeling in that way. then i can understand you better"

he explained, fingers intertwined with yours while soft music played in the background. only the two of you in space.

.

.

you whined, unable to move. the feeling of someone pressed up against your back. it took you a few seconds to properly wake up. you could feel his arm wrapped around your waist. pulling you against him.

was he asleep? when had he come back?

his breathing was jagged. and he shuffled around. his body heat radiating through your clothes. the one suit he was wearing was thick and padded.

"m' gonna pump you" he slurred. you made a questionable noise.

what was he mumbling on about.

"jinnie?" the boy stirred in his daze. choosing to mouth on the side of your neck. you trembled.

his tongue seemed hotter than usual and it had to have grown longer.

"j-jinnie?" you whispered, trying to turn your head around. he hummed, lightly sucking on the spot behind your ear. a strange noise leaving him. almost like he was purring loudly. sharp canines leaving pretty bruises.

"c-can i take you?" he mumbled, lifting his head up to look at you. your room was dimly lit so you could see the way his cheeks sparkled with blue stardust.

"huh?"

he sat up, gripping your thighs and pulling your hips towards him. lazily grinding against your covered core.

you gasped. he was hard. you could feel his dick through all those layers.

"need to fill you up" he blabbered, getting more into it. you noticed him have some self control. he stopped his actions.

"what's wrong?" you asked. slowly getting up.

"its that time of the year" you realised what he meant.

it was mating season. and during this time he had no control over himself. very little of himself remaining within.

"then do me" you reassured, watching his eyes flicker. you shook your head. ready for whatever came your way.

.

"any liquid that exits my body is a strong aphrosidiac during this time. you'll be insatiable and so will i"

"and you're telling me this right now-"

you gasped as he messily kissed you. sucking on your tongue. he smiled before going lower.

tongue leaving a trail of pale blue spit against your exposed chest. he ran his tongue over your hardened nub, teasing you. a grin on his face. because he knew it would kick in anytime soon.

a wave of pleasure hitting you. squeezing your legs around his hips. throbbing around nothing.

you were dripping. copious amounts of slick leaking out of your pussy. he was getting you ready. to take him.

"f-fuck me p-please hyun-n"

you cried out, feeling absolutely broken apart. you didn't know why you were crying. your body aching for more. cunt desperately grinding against his covered thigh.

he pulled away, standing up and unzipping his suit. it fell to the floor.

"don't get scared, okay?"

there was uncertainty in his voice. but you didn't give a damn. all you needed was him. inside of you.

your eyes flying down to his crotch.

his dick. no... his dicks?!

"TWO?!?!?" you yelled, watching him stroke himself. the base looked particularly thick and girthy.

he moaned out loud, as he grew wetter. his precum dripping onto his suit that was pooled around his ankles.

you felt like you were ascending. pure need. you needed him in you. or you'd die. unknowingly you made grabby hands and hyunjin smiled, climbing onto the bed to sit between your legs.

"it won't fit, w-will it?" you wanted to cry. he ignored you.

instead pushing his head against your cunt. his wet muscle spreading your folds apart. you couldn't help but grind down on his tongue.

so long and wet. extending to reach that spongey spot.

"spread your legs for me" he let out a strange clicking sound. and you did.

going to the extent of arching your back and begging for him. In any other instance, you'd be embarassed with how you were acting. like a bitch in heat. there was a smug look on his face. you were preparing yourself for the pain.

"it won't hurt. you're absolutely under my control now darling" he reassured and then you realised why your body was following whatever he instructed. more slick leaked out of your empty cunt.

he inched closer, pressing into you. slowly until he lost self control, moving in one swift motion. throwing his head back, he cried out. a broken pornographic moan.

tears escaped your eyes at how deep he was. stretching your pussy apart with his both his dicks.

absentmindedly he began rocking his hips. you whined, arms flailing around. running up his stomach and onto his chest. he was flushed. a sparkly blue aura around him.

he looked back down, looking at you with such intensity, you thought you'd melt into the mattress. his eyes half lidded.

"who does this filthy cunt belong to?" he asked, tilting his head.

"y-you"

"and these pretty little tits?" he looked so hot. eyebrows furrowed as he waited for your response.

"you. only you. i'm y-yours"

"aamh-hnngn" you arched your back, thighs quivering around his waist.

he had hooked his thumb into your cunt. making the slide inside even tighter and ten times more pleasurable.

"spit in my mouth please pl-ease"

he chuckled, holding your mouth open with his other hand and spitting. his spit mixing with the drool on the corner of your lips.

"good girl" he praised as you swallowed. choking at how his thumb in your cunt added to the feeling.

undoubtedly you came on the stop.

"feels good, doesn't it?" you nodded, sobbing as he thrusted. reaching a spot you never knew existed. sparks of ecstasy rushing through you.

"making both my dicks even wetter. such a kind heart you have" hyunjin moaned out. drooling as your cum seeped out of your cunt onto the bed and on him.

"you'll let me breed you, won't you" you shook your head.

remembering how he had told you that he couldn't get you pregnant. maybe if he actually really really tried then there was a 50 percent chance. and the best thing was that you didn't have to worry about protection.

"pleaseee p-please plea-"

"m' gonna fuck my babies into you." he stated, gripping your waist to hold you down as you squirmed. the pleasure overtaking you.

"have you crying over both my dicks hnnngh-" he mewled. hips faltering as you clenched down on him.

"gonna fill you up with all my cum. till its leaking out of you for days."

"needy fucking cunt. waiting to be bred"

he exclaimed, pressing a large hand on your lower abdomen. a bulge forming there with just how deep he was. burying himself in there.

you whimpered upon noticing how his dick was glowing. a neon blue colour. so bright you could see it on your lower stomach as he went in and out.

"ready, baby?"

you writhed as he slid his hand up. fondling your tits. tongue harshly sucking and nipping at your nipples.

"god, you'd be the perfect mate." your heart warming at how his tone grew softer. you could feel and see how strong his emotions were. his skin sparkling and eyes twinkling.

his thrusts growing faster and more rough. body jerking and spasming as his orgasm was building up. you managed to utter out a few words.

words that would fuel him and make him bend you backwards.

"want y-your e-eggs in me. breed me h-hyunnie"

he groaned loudly. pressing his hips against you. buried so deep in you, you swear he was up your throat.

his cum filling you up. there was so much of it. you swear you'd get pregnant in one go, with how heavy his load was.

"k-keep it all in p-please" he whined, lazily thrusting into you. his cum overflowing out. your eyes rolling back at how warm your insides felt.

his cum staining your thighs as he pulled out. stroking himself over your stomach as more seeped out.

it was so pretty. baby blue thick substance.

"look im all the way up here"

you marvelled at the small bulge just above your pelvic bone.

you were literally bred. his cum fucked into you. and he made sure to do it right.

within a few minutes, you felt yourself get wetter. a strong heat growing within you. pussy glistening.

practically displaying your heat for him. luring him in. his eyes glued onto how your cunt gaped.

"m-more n-need it" you begged, spreading your legs even wider. hissing at how much your pussy ached for his dicks. welcoming him back home.

to carve himself into you.

"oh, my darling...well i did mention that my spit and cum acts like an aphrosidiac"

"so we're not done until i say so."

.

.

.

did not expect myself to write so much but i got carried away cuz hyunjin + two dicks + breeding ¿??;!!!=×

Ahdhhshehdhf

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۫ 𖨂 𓈒 𝑏f!skz ₊ ‎ ‎ 𝑖m.𝑓em!reader ˙ . ꒷ unc/hyung line. g. domestic fluff . 36OOw. ⎯⎯⎯ Yᗩᑎi's ᒪIᗷᖇᗩᖇY ⟢ cw. kissing , cuddling . ┆ 🍥 ⋮ req. headcanons .ᐟ ֹ ₊

yani's note 𑁍ܓ hello hello, she makes an ot8 hc comeback !! thanking liliza for updating my humour and brainrot, forever annoyed and thankful. thanks to iza for minho's brainrot nickname too <3 currently changing up the theme too, barely half way done, whoops >< also gonna change the username!

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chrispy kreme ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits > that is if this man sleeps !!

mans is the ultimate human heater, his body radiates warmth, making you feel all cozy and safe. even in the summer, you find yourself wrapped up in his warmth.

he loves loves LOVE to stay close to you in his sleep (if that wasn't obvious), but he shifts positions a lot. one moment, he's spooning you with his arm draped protectively (very alpha sigma i see you chrizzler) over your waist, and the next, he's starfishing (i'm gonna be a star star ahh) across the bed.

the nights when he's super exhausted from schedule; now this is not very likely but lowkey i get the feeling that he'd knock out quick (because it's you) and barely moves, but if he’s restless, expect him to unconsciously tangle his limbs with yours.

he hates sleeping apart. if you even shift away a little in your sleep, his arm immediately snakes around your waist and pulls you back into his chest.

sometimes, he’s so much more clingier in his sleep that if you try to move, he mumbles in protest. ⟡ “no, don’t leave me.” ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? my arms are literally your home.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

waking up next to chris means waking up to sliiightly wet, but soft kisses all over your face, collarbone and/or neck, raspy whispers, and the sound of his deep, morning voice murmuring against your skin.

the first thing he does upon waking up? pulls you even closer and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

he hums against your skin, sometimes singing random tunes that he's working on, softly if he feels like it. his voice is still husky, warm, and soothing in the mornings.

he’s a slow riser—likes to take his time waking up, staying in bed with his lover for as long as possible.

he is so down bad when you trace soft patterns on his bare back (because we all know that man either sleeps ass naked or with shorts.. it's probably the latter though) or card your fingers through his messy, natural brown curls while he slowly wakes up.

if you even try to get up, he tightens his grip and whines, his voice still sleepy as he pouts, ⟡ “mmm, naaauuur, just five more minutes.”⟡ “you’re really gonna leave me here? in this cold, cruel world?”⟡ “i worked so hard yesterday.. don’t i deserve a little extra love in the morning?”

lazy kisses everywhere. your forehead, your nose, your cheeks—he worships your face before he even fully wakes up.

his kisses are teasingly slow, lingering, and filled with warmth. he takes his time, savoring the way your lips feel against his.

if you try to dodge his kisses (just to tease him), he pouts dramatically before grabbing your face and peppering kisses all over.

he loves when you kiss him back—his lips curve into a lazy smile against yours.

if you say good morning first, he grins sleepily before responding: ⟡ “good morning, angel,” ⟡ “you’re the first thing i get to see every morning. how lucky am i?” ⟡ “mmm… you look too pretty in the morning. how do you do that?”

if it’s his day off, he stays in bed for hours—talking to you, playing with your fingers, or just laying there admiring you.

if he wakes up before you (very usual), he watches you sleep with the softest look in his eyes. he brushes stray hairs from your face and presses soft kisses to your temple. and almost a few minutes later, he slips out of the sheets carefully, and heads to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the both of you, wearing nothing but sweatpants/shorts and messy bedhead curls.

if you’re still in bed while he cooks, he’ll come back to wake you up with kisses. ⟡ “wake up, princess. i made you breakfast.”⟡ “c’mon baby, don’t make me eat alone.” (pouting) ⟡ “if you don’t get up, i’m gonna carry you to the kitchen myself.” (he will pick you up so easily as if you're feater, 100%)

he loves simple, quiet mornings where it’s just the two of you existing together—no rush, no stress, just warmth and love.

when you wake up very cranky.. “why do mornings exist?” you'd groan. ⟡ “so i can wake up next to you.” “annoying.”⟡ “and yet, you love me.” (we saw this coming.)

when you sleepily mumble something incoherent.. ⟡ “…what was that?”“…pancakes.” (still half-asleep) ⟡ “you’re literally dreaming about food. that’s so cute.” (laughs, kissing your forehead)

when you try to leave the bed.. ⟡ “if you leave, i’m gonna be sad all day.” “you’ll survive.” ⟡ “will i?” (clutching his heart dramatically) “okay, fine, five more minutes.” ⟡ “i love you.” (smug)

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

1000/10. extremely. there’s no escaping his arms in the mornings. like i said, if you try to slip away, he will hook a leg over yours or grabs your waist to keep you in place.

some mornings, he literally pulls you on top of him and lets you rest on his chest while he strokes your back lazily.

he gets extra whiny if you have to leave the bed early, dragging you back down even if it’s just for a minute.

if you manage to somehow slip away, expect him to follow you—sleepily stumbling into the kitchen to find you.

if you’re making coffee, he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying you slightly. ⟡ “left me alone in bed… how could you?” (fake dramatic gasp) ⟡ “i need my morning cuddles, or i can’t function.” ⟡ “you better come back to bed after this.” (serious tone, but he’s grinning)

─ so.. waking up next to chris is like waking up to warmth, love, and pure comfort. he’s clingy, affectionate, and hopelessly in love with you—so expect soft kisses, sleepy smiles, and endless cuddles every single morning.

minheez nuts ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

minho isn’t the clingiest person when he’s awake, but something about sleeping next to you turns him into a human koala. he’ll fall asleep with you curled into his chest, one arm lazily draped around your waist.

he usually sleeps on his stomach or his side, with an arm tucked under the pillow. if you cuddle him in your sleep, you’ll wake up with your head resting on his arm or chest because he adjusted for your comfort.

if you’re cold, he’ll wordlessly pull the blanket over you, maybe teasing you about how you “should’ve brought a heater instead of stealing my body warmth.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

he doesn’t let go easily in the morning either. even if you wake up before him, good luck getting out of bed—his grip tightens unconsciously if you try to leave.

almost all mornings, he wakes up first, but sometimes but refuses to move, just enjoying the warmth of having you there. if you shift or stir, he’ll nuzzle his face into your shoulder like a cat pretending to still be asleep.

sometimes, he’s the type to sigh dramatically if you try to roll away. ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? we have rent to pay in this bed.”

minho is definitely an early riser, but he also has a soft spot for lazy, half-asleep kisses. he’ll hum in satisfaction when you kiss him first thing in the morning, even if he pretends to be grumpy about it.

the first kiss is always lazy—just a soft press of lips, half-lidded eyes, and a sleepy little smirk afterward.

if he wakes up before you, he’ll quietly admire you for a bit before giving your forehead a lingering kiss, his lips warm and slightly chapped.

sometimes, he gets playful and nips at your cheek or jaw just to hear you whine. ⟡ “aish, you’re so needy. you act like you love me or something.”

hahaha... i'm okay.. anyway. his morning voice. deep, raspy, and slow—like warm honey dripping from a spoon. he doesn’t talk much when he first wakes up, but when he does, his voice is even lower than usual.

he groans dramatically when stretching his back, arms wrapping around you like a cat stretching in a sunbeam. ⟡ “ugh… this is it. this is the end. i’m never getting up. i've gotten way too old.”

if you tease him for sounding extra husky, he’ll smirk and whisper directly in your ear just to fluster you. ⟡ “do you like it that much? should i keep talking?”

in those lazy mornings, he does take his sweet time waking up, stretching like a cat and blinking at you sleepily. however, in other cases, he'll be slipping out of bed at 7am, only to go make some breakfast and/or work out.

if you’re already up before him and doing something, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind and lean his chin on your shoulder, mumbling, ⟡ “competing with my healthy lifestyle now?”

he insists that you both brush your teeth before exchanging any serious morning kisses, but he’ll still sneak in a few forehead or temple kisses beforehand.

if he’s feeling especially soft, he’ll let you sit on the bathroom counter while he brushes your hair lazily, making teasing comments the entire time.

he prefers to wake up naturally, but if he wakes up first and you’re still sleeping, he gets playful.

his favorite way to wake you up? poking your cheek repeatedly while whispering, “wake up, idiot.”

if that doesn’t work, he’ll start rubbing the tip of his nose against yours like an affectionate cat.

if he’s extra mischievous, he’ll just hover over you and stare until you wake up, pretending he wasn’t doing anything.

⟡ “you’re lucky you’re cute when you sleep, otherwise this would be boring.”

“min, let me go, i need to pee.”⟡ “sounds like a personal problem.”

“wake up, it’s getting late.”⟡ “time is a social construct.”

“your morning breath is kinda…”⟡ “and yet you’re still here, breathing it in. suspicious.”

“let’s just sleep forever.”⟡ “that’s not how life works.” “you’re so boring.”

⟡ “wow, you look amazing. like a raccoon who lost a fight with its reflection.”

⟡ “you snored so loudly last night, i thought an earthquake was happening.”

if you try to get revenge and tell him he snores, he’ll smirk. ⟡ “yeah? and yet you still slept next to me like a lovesick puppy. obsessed.”

he’ll dramatically complain if you steal his blanket. ⟡ “i knew this relationship was a scam. you just wanted my warmth and left me to freeze.”

he’s not above taking a sneaky picture of you drooling if the opportunity arises. you know we all want to see mingo's camera roll. blackmail material.

but if you ever caught him staring at you, he’d just roll his eyes and say, ⟡ “don’t flatter yourself.” (he totally loves waking up next to you, though.)

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

5/10? he isn’t the type to beg for cuddles, but if you initiate them, he’ll accept them like a spoiled cat basking in attention.

however, in some tired mornings, his sleepiness overrides his usual tsundere tendencies, making him extra soft. he’ll bury his face in your neck or the crook of your shoulder, mumbling nonsense.

if you try to get up, he’ll tighten his hold and whine in a barely audible voice, ⟡ “five more minutes…”

he’ll casually drape an arm around your waist, preventing you from moving. ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? the bed tax says you need to pay five more minutes of cuddles.”

if he’s feeling particularly lazy, he’ll trap you against him, completely deadweight, and mumble, ⟡ “mmm… stay.”

some mornings, he’ll just hook a finger into your waistband or shirt, keeping a loose hold as if to say, don’t go too far.

₍^. .^₎⟆

if soondoongdori come into the room while you’re still in bed, he’ll make them cuddle with you too. ⟡ “dori, look at her. she’s so lazy, just like you.”

if you wake up before him and start petting soonie or doongie, he’ll pretend to be jealous. ⟡ “unbelievable. you replaced me with my own kids.”

sometimes, he’ll wake up and find his cats curled up on your side of the bed, and he’ll say, ⟡ “traitors. i thought we were a team.”

─ minho is the type of boyfriend who acts unbothered but secretly adores every second of waking up next to you. his teasing never stops, but neither does his quiet affection. even if he pretends to be indifferent, he’s the kind of guy who’ll always make sure you’re warm, well-rested, and maybe just a little bit trapped under the covers with him ><

changbinary ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

my man is an extremely cuddly sleeper. he always has an arm or a leg draped over you, no exceptions.

he prefers holding you against his big big plushy tiddies because he loves feeling you close, and he thinks it's the most protective way to sleep.

big spoon energy, but if you ever hold him from behind, he melts instantly. he won’t admit it, but he loves it when you trace little patterns on his back.

sometimes, he’ll unconsciously tighten his hold on you in his sleep, pulling you even closer like you might just disappear.

he grumbles when you try to move away, fully trapping you under him like a weighted blanket.

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

this little baby... he gives a thousand lazy kisses the moment he wakes up. sleepy, warm, soft pecks all over your face—your nose, forehead, cheeks, lips. ⟡ “mmm, morning kisses are necessary. it’s the law.”

his lips are warm and plush in the morning, and he loves lingering kisses, his lips pressing against yours in a lazy, affectionate way.

he smiles into kisses when you kiss him back, of course !!!!!!! he’s so adorably giggly in the morning that sometimes he breaks into laughter while kissing you.

his morning voice is so much softer, deep, raspy, and extra cute when he’s still waking up. it’s slightly grumbly but soft.

he talks a lot in the mornings—he’ll wake up half-asleep and mumbling, sometimes saying random, nonsensical things. ⟡ “baby, do you think… pigs have a favorite color?” ⟡ "you're so warm… i think i might just stay in bed forever."

hums against your skin while burying his face in your shoulder.

he’s super warm when he wakes up, body heat radiating off him, making cuddling even cozier.

drowsy smiles. he wakes up grinning at you, eyes half-closed, dimples peeking through.

he rubs his eyes (cutely), then hides his face against your neck because he’s too lazy to get up.

he'd whisper before pressing a kiss to your collarbone. ⟡ “morning, angel,”

if he had a long schedule the night before, he’s extra slow to wake up, mumbling incoherently and pulling you into his chest so you don’t leave.

“binnie, we need to get up.” ⟡ “no, we don’t. society is a lie. time is fake. the only real thing is you and me in this bed.” “you have schedules.” ⟡ “i cancel them. i live here now. this is my new job.”

⟡ “you didn’t give me enough kisses this morning.” “i literally kissed you like, ten times.” ⟡ “well, it’s not enough. i require more. right now.” (leans in dramatically)

you'd poke his cheek. “baby, wake up.” ⟡ “five more minutes.” “you said that ten minutes ago.” ⟡ “mmm… i lied.” pulls you into a hug, trapping you under him.

when he finally wakes up properly, he stretches with a cute little groan, then reaches out for you immediately.

a gazillion forehead kisses before getting out of bed. always. it’s a rule.

sometimes, if he has energy, he picks you up bridal-style out of bed and carries you to breakfast.

loves cooking breakfast together—he makes the eggs while you make the coffee. but sometimes, he just hugs you from behind the entire time instead.

sits at the table, still groggy, resting his head on your shoulder while eating.

⟡ “my partner make the best latte,” he mumbles against your shoulder, completely leaning into you.

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

100000/10. this man will not let you get out of bed.

if you try, he will pull you back, wrap his arms around your waist, and squeeze you against his chest (the changtiddies are literally pillows). ⟡ “nooo, don’t gooo. five more minutes. five. no, ten. no, just stay forever.”

he pouts if you escape his hold. but the moment you come back, he’s nuzzling into you, wrapping himself around you like a koala.

he loves when you rub his back or play with his hair in the mornings—it makes him so soft and sleepy again.

─ overall, this man is the cutest, clingiest, softest morning boyfriend who just wants to stay in bed and cuddle you forever. if he could, changbin would glue himself to you and never let go. (my cue to play glue song.....)

hyunskittles ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

hyune loves being wrapped around you like an overgrown golden retriever. his long limbs tangle with yours, ensuring you physically cannot escape.

if he’s spooning you, expect muscular arm lockdown—his biceps are getting strong, and he unknowingly holds you way too tight in his sleep. you literally have to fight for your life to turn over.

in rare moments, when he’s the little spoon, he melts in your arms like a sleepy puppy, occasionally making soft content noises when you run your fingers through his hair.

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

absolutely shameless about morning breath—this man does not give two shits.

his go-to is lazy, lingering forehead and back of the neck kisses, usually paired with a tight squeeze and a deep inhale of your scent. (yes, like a weirdo but he's cute, we'll give him that!)

neck nuzzling and soft, barely-there pecks along your jawline if he’s feeling extra affectionate. which is always.

lip kisses start slow and gentle, but turn into full-on whining when you try to pull away.

morning voice? deeper than the ocean, raspier than a lost voice.

the first few words he mumbles are always unintelligible, just a sleepy jumble of vowels and deep sighs.

his whiny voice comes out when he’s being clingy. ⟡ “nooooo, five more minutes… you love me, right? then prove it by staying.”

if he’s teasing, it’s in that low, smug tone. ⟡ “you can’t stop staring at me, hm? can’t blame you. i do look ethereal in the morning.”

his hair? a mess. bedhead to the max. we've seen this man's hair during recordings. HE CANNOT KEEP HIS HANDS AWAY. even when he's kiwi now, yes.

sometimes, he wakes up before you and just stares at you, admiring how cute you look while sleeping.

if you wake up and catch him staring, he’ll grin all sheepishly and say, ⟡ “you looked like an angel. i couldn’t help it.”

big on ‘morning cuddles tax’—you must give him at least three kisses and five minutes of snuggling before you’re allowed to get up.

he always wakes up craving affection, so prepare for long, sleepy hugs and him burying his face into your neck.

those dimples? very visible because he’s extra smiley when he first wakes up.

and crescent eyes? puffy and adorable, especially when he rubs them with the back of his hand like a literal baby dumpling from that one mini movie.

if you tell him he looks cute, he’ll get all smug about it. ⟡ “of course i do. i was born like this.” (proceeds to flex his biceps)

how he wakes you up... the soft approach: slow, sweet back rubs and gentle whispers of your name.

the chaotic approach: flopping his entire body on top of you, yelling in your ear, ⟡ “wake up babyyyyy,”

the romantic approach: peppering kisses all over your face until you wake up giggling.

the annoying approach: poking your cheeks repeatedly and whispering, ⟡ “i know you’re awake. stop pretending.”

"hyune, let me go. i have to get up."⟡ "lies. you don’t have to do anything except stay here and love me."

⟡ “do you think i could become even more handsome?”“baby, it’s too early for this.”⟡ “just answer. do you think it’s possible? or am i already at the peak?”

"why are you looking at me like that?"⟡ because you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, and i need at least ten minutes to process it every morning."

"your hair looks crazy."⟡ "and yet, i still look good. fascinating."

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

100/10. extreme. this man is physically attached to you and acts offended if you try to move away.

if you get out of bed first, he will complain. ⟡ “babe. where are you going. babe. no. wait—babe. come back.”

if you ignore him, expect dramatic flopping, like a pup who just got abandoned.

when he’s half-awake, he blindly reaches for you, pulling you back into his chest without opening his eyes.

─ overall, hyunjin in the morning is a clingy, dramatic, lovesick, messy dumpling who refuses to let you go. he’s all warmth, sleepy smiles, and lazy kisses, pulling you close like you’re his favorite dream he never wants to wake up from. mornings with him feel like love wrapped in soft blankets.

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