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I'm here to find a fic again=))

It was a ot8 x reader fic. Reader was in need of money so she part took in a reality show about dating name red lights. She was the main character of the show, the other participants was ot8 and they all knew her.

Please drop me the link should you come across it!!!

Draft

This one is a draft I have been working on. Include a lot of thoughts and procrastination. Not finished, of course.

For my tulips

She would be there too, just so you know

You. His fiancée. 

His cousin's words played again in his mind when his assistant reminded him of a charity ball that required his attendant tonight. Of course you would be at the charity ball, playing your part of a good-mannered, elegant conglomerate's daughter, and keeping the reputation of your family. 

He couldn’t help but scoff when the thought of you crossed his mind. And then he wonders, why did he hold grudge against you despite the fact that you guys rarely crossed paths, and that you actually haven't done or said something bad about him? Maybe it's how you always be obedient, never question your parents' or your brother's words. Maybe it's how you effortlessly navigated high society despite your quiet nature (or so he heard). Or maybe it's how you didn't say much but managed to get everyone enamoured by your presence, how you didn't miss the fun while managed to ace your study and even graduated early. 

How you're so perfect. 

And he hates that you fit so well in the elite society when he can't find himself liking anything related to it and really fit in. 

And that-

"Are you going to sit here and brood all day, dear brother?"

His sister's voice broke the silence, disrupting his trail of thoughts. 

He sighed, standing up to face her, an annoyed expression pains his face. Although he really loved his sister and could do many things for her, she's too much sometimes.

"Didn't my assistant tell you that I don't want to be bothered?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the ache that was threatening to break his head.

"Yes, he did. But I don't care." she made a beeline to his desk and quickly grabbed his phone while trying to drag him toward the door.

"What do you want now?" 

"Y/N and her brother will come tonight! And you have to make a good impression. No, perfect impression. And I'm making sure of it" she chirps in excitement. 

"Don't you have an appointment with your stylist?" he calmly replied 

"Oh. Yeah, I have to go now, but I already picked out your outfit. You have to wear it!"

And with that, his sister hastily made her way out of his office after handing him his phone back. The echo of her telling his assistant where she puts his attire for tonight's ball.

He looked down to his watch and stepped back to his desk, intending to bury himself in piles of documents so that he would no longer think about this.

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You were lying on a cozy spa bed with the fragrant herbal face mask applied on your skin, listening to your childhood friend rambling about her plans for your vacation.

“So you will spend the summer home and then go back to England?” she wondered, looking at her freshly manicured hand.

“That’s the plan. But it depends on how things turn out here” you muttered. Your mind went back to what your brother had previously said. 

You would spend your summer here at home to unwind, and to learn more about your fiance. If you still not interested in him, then you could break your engagement, and you were free to go back to England to pursue your academic goals, or wherever you want to go.

“He really told you that? And you agreed?” your friend cocked her eyebrows

“I don’t see any problem with that. Besides,how much feeling I can develop for a person in the matter of a few months? This isn’t movies”

“You don’t know that. Chris is very charismatic” your friend leaned toward you, a teasing grin on her face.

Christopher Bang. Your fiance. 

The engagement was made even before your birth with the friendship of your families and promises of stocks and investments. And despite being engaged to each other, you haven’t met many times. The only time you remembered meeting him was at your parents’ anniversary when you guys were introduced to each other, barely holding conversation but exchanging pleasantries.

But oddly enough, you remembered his appearance. His face with a touch of boyishness and youth of one at the ripe age of 20. He was wearing a three piece suit in deep navy blue with matching tie and sapphire cufflinks. His expression distant and cold, made you wonder if he hated you or it was just general annoyance to people.

My name is Christopher

You wondered what he’s like now.

“Looking good?” your friend spoke up, showing you her nails, now all adorned with little bows and gems

“Anyway, the auction tonight has that painting you like. But I guess it’ll be difficult for you to obtain it. But why do you want it anyways?” she said, leaning on the armrest of the divan, seemingly bored

“Birthday present for Hyunjin” you stretched out your arms, stood up from the spa bed

“Come come, or we’ll be late”

The manager came greeting the two of you with the scent of cedarwood. You lifted your hand to your nose as the too pungent scent hit your senses. She offered gifts and compliments you two with a rigid customer service smile, obviously wanting to secure new potential patrons.

Hello!!!

Hi, I'm Limone

I write for Stray Kids.

Ther will be fluff, angst, smau, smut, drabbles, headcanons...

Please send me request! I'm so excited to write for my boys!

Stray Kids everywhere all around the world!!!

𝄞 wave to earth ⌗⌗⌗ 🌊2🌐

***introducing!... Skz as wave to earth songs , oneshots (obvi none of this is real I just felt silly)

Bang Chan - sunny days

Originally written as a love song, but then singer Daniel Kim said it felt more like a appreciation of his family and friends and bandmates, and I think that fits Chris so perfectly.

Like... hes so caring and passionate and sunny days is just him. From his sweet words to his smile, his laugh and his love. Gentle touches and soft words, he's definitely the kind of guy who writes song after song about his loved ones...

He's definitely a words of affirmation king!? Like " you are my golden age " and " we melt this love and recreate it, as we imagine it " it's literally him wdym he didn't write this???

He's a commitment guy in my eyes, like #4lyfers, once he's in love he's IN Love. Locked in.

This song just gives me two lovers cuddled up on a couch, on some front decking in a sunrise just.. Being. And I see him as that kind of guy yk? He's in love and content. That's it. Nothing more nothing less, this song is just about love, for anyone in your life really. And he's such a loving guy.

Lee Know - slow dive

A song where things are healing yet feel hopeless, a hard exterior of doubt and worry for perfection and past mistake, and a soft warm inside for healing and longing for hope. And that reminds me of Minho, he strives for perfection in everything he does but still knows it isn't always possible (Though he's pretty close to perfection!).

He's the kind of lover who wants to give more and more he wants to be more than enough.

He just wants to love and be loved, to crack down his protective shell and show off his flaws and fun carefree side. But that's a hard thing to do. But once it finally happens " Feels like I can stay forever" is fitting for it.

He's a act of service guy, just so helpful and caring, hell he treats his cats like his actual children! Imagine how he'd be with a actual human partner. He's a guy who doesn't need pda, soft hand brushes and and gentle kisses on the head or cheek are more than enough. He prefers to be private with affectionate. At home, in peaceful bliss with his cats and partner.

Free from constant pressures and worries. Just him. That's the love he wants and deserves (I literally wanna kiss him a big smooch so bad).

Changbin - surf.

This upbeat song about carefree love and just living is sooooo him! To the instrumental to the lyrics " We don't have much time to enjoy, Just sing it, my babe " just so carefree and happy. And he is just such a joyful guy.

His love is love without worry, without shame. Raw and unfiltered. Unique and perfect. He's a guy who loves quality time and physical touch.

He's just a big ball of infectious love and smiles, literally dream boyfriend quality. He's just so aaaa! He loves to love, just spreading joy is a thing he wants to do. And with a partner? You'd never be alone. Never feel unwanted.

Not with him. Not with the hundreds of kisses and hugs, the soft touches and beautifully poetic words mixed with humor and joking.

If Felix wasn't the sun he would be to me! He's my baby and he's just a guy who's unafraid to show the ones he loves how much he does, in public or not. Whether at home or in the street in broad daylight. Who cares! You only live once and he's going to live it to the fullest he can.

Hyunjin - purple lake

The artist flow and melody of this, the way when I hear this it's like the music is almost being painted to me... Who else could I have chosen? He's a master with words, he speaks his words in ways that swoon. He's a guy who loves passionately.

Passion is what I think for him, strong passion or gentle, either way he's full of it! He's a words of affirmation guy along with receiving gifts. Flowers and handmade things he's crafted.

This song is just to dreamy, I mean the chorus is literally " I swim in your dreams " and HE is so dreamy, his face, his voice, his talents.. And he matches the lyrics a lot.

Honestly I need a cover of him singing this because it's so beautiful (like him) and he is just such a perfect lover, like someone from a movie almost, I mean he's a guy who just wants to be a hopeless romantic really, and throw a partner in the mix and he's got a person to paint and show his talents to.

he's such a talented guy.He just needs to know that he is. He needs to know he's loved just as much as he loves his partner.

Han - gold

" I don't need that gold life " is literally him. humble diva. It's the little things that truly matter. Kisses on the hand or a good job between hard days and bad nights. Just reassurance and comfort in not needing the most but feeling like what you have already is the most.

Fulfillment and contentment, well not fulfilled fully because he still has so much more he wants to do, to experience. But definitely content. Proud and accomplished in both his career and romance.

He loves you and you love him. He doesn't need a big parade to say that he does. He just shows it, he's definitely an act of service and physical touch kind of person, doing things like making food, thinking about the little things again, remembering dates and celebrating small achievements.

A person cheerleader really. And god he's so good at it. Rest assured any partners will feel love 1000x over and over again.

So to sum it up for Jisung, he doesn't need everything. Because he already has it. Sometimes simple beautiful, careful love is all someone could want. I mean I do </33

Felix - daisy.

Okay so basically Daniel Kim and Soon-jong (John) Cha sat and were like " okay... Felix Lee... Yup let's write a song about him! " and now we have this beautiful beautiful masterpiece :D

So perfect. A song about falling in love and your world almost changing, glowing and becoming wonderful. And I think that's what Felix does to so many people, especially a partner, he radiates light, through his smile and beautiful eyes.

He's a guy who really just has all the love languages in him already. Though I like words of affirmation for him mainly. He's such an amazing person, to fans and to his fellow members, fellow idols, just a gentleman and a good person. And this song is almost a both reuniting with a loved one, love blooming again, " Daisy, every time I see you, My day is getting coloured " like... Literally him.

Again another #4lyfer kind of guy, he wants to settle down and just adopt animals, sit and watch movies, bake so much that there's no place to store any of it. I mean he and his partner do it anyways, he just needs the ring for next time.

Definitely a man who wants to live life to the fullest but isn't afraid of settling down, sure the occasional butterflies but he's in love. It's so normal for those feelings when you feel so deeply.

Seungmin - peach eyes

#personalfav? I love Minnie and this song, and it is literally him. He's literally puppy eyed, so.. Peach eyes are practically the same! And the lyricism?

When things get bad or lovely, he has love " You'll be my sunlight, how could I not rely on you, peach eyes? " friend love, romance love, family love. Love. This song is a romance song but you can love and rely on anyone. He's definitely a acts of service kind of dog guy.

Love and fluffy tummy feelings are a new thing for him, I don't feel like he's had too many partners, he loves deeply, so casual dating isn't his forté. At first he thought it was crazy nausea when he first fell in love. Maybe he was just allergic to gorgeous people with prettier eyes...

But alas he isn't (he'd be allergic to himself...) He likes pda, not too much, holding hands and kissing in the nose, head, chin, cheek. It's common in interactions now.

He's just new to this, a fresh apple who trusts you not to let him mould and spoil, and you never will, with how open he is with your communication he understands completely how you feel and you get him. He just loves this new love.

I.N. - light

" You are my sea, you are my sunshine. The star, the moon " is so him especially " I've seen a wonderful sight, with a bright glow " because HE is that bright BRIGHT glow. Literally my baby angel in my eyes. And this song is him in a melody and some words, the lyrics talk about them almost like stars or part of the solar system then repeat about flying away together. To me it's like running away for love. To be in love.

And believe me he's not running away, more like he just forgets to tell anyone then starts kissing and holding hands in front of others, he doesn't mean to he swears!

A quality time guy, he just loves being together, being alone together feels like you're escaping together. Leaving and running away to where you can be proud and in love. Ehen really he's like that... Well everywhere!

He likes going on food dates, I mean I swear he literally unhinges his jaw when he eats... (I shoulda given him peach eyes for his love of them but NO they was for my baby Minnie) he loves going out, dates, piers, walks, shopping, even just into the garden for no reason. My guy loves being around people and loved ones. That's it. That's all he needs.

Aaaaaa!!! It keeps accidentally posting my shit before I'm done </333 what's your favorite w2e song? I love "Annie." And "Love." But these are fire too!! Enjoy ><

MASTERPIECE OK?

"Baby, play me like a game.."

Chan x Rockstar! Male! Reader

Summary: Reader, named Riot, is a cousin of HAN. Han invited everyone to his cousin's show.. and Riot has his eyes on a certain someone.

Warnings: Spicy undertones but no actual action, idk, maybe Chan having an internal meltdown about Riot?

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The arena pulsed with energy, the crowd’s screams vibrating through the floor as the lights dimmed. Stray Kids sat in the front row, their VIP passes dangling around their necks, courtesy of Han Jisung.

"You sure this guy’s worth the hype?" Lee Know muttered, arms crossed as he leaned back in his seat.

Felix grinned, bouncing in anticipation. "Han’s been talking about him nonstop. Said he’s insane live."

"Insane how?" Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. "Like… ‘good’ insane or ‘should-we-call-security’ insane?"

Before Han could answer, the speakers roared to life with a distorted guitar riff, the stage exploding in a burst of pyrotechnics. The crowd lost it.

Then—silence.

A single spotlight cut through the dark.

And he dropped from the ceiling.

A collective gasp ripped through the audience as Riot—your stage name, your identity at this moment—free-fell from the rafters, landing dead center on the stage with a roll, popping up effortlessly like it was nothing. The music kicked back in, a hard-hitting rock beat, and you were already singing, your voice smooth, powerful, unwavering despite the stunt.

Stray Kids’ jaws hit the floor.

"WHAT THE F—" Changbin choked.

Han was already gone.

"Where’d he—?" Chan whipped his head around, but Jisung had vanished into the shadows, slipping backstage like he had a backstage pass to your soul.

Then—you moved.

The stage was yours—a kingdom of fire and sound—and you ruled it like a predator. Every step was deliberate, your boots hitting the floor in time with the pounding bass as you stalked the edge of the stage. The crowd was a sea of screaming devotion, but your gaze cut through them like a blade, locking onto the eight men in the front row.

Especially him.

Bang Chan sat frozen, his fingers gripping the armrests as you dragged your eyes over him, a slow, wicked smirk curling your lips. The music pulsed, the beat dropping into something darker, heavier—and then, with one sharp tug, you ripped your sleeveless shirt down the middle, exposing your sweat-slicked abs, the fabric hanging uselessly at your sides.

The arena erupted.

But you weren’t done.

In one fluid motion, you dropped to your knees, sliding across the stage until you were inches from Chan’s face. Your chest heaved, your breath hot as you leaned in, close enough for him to see the wild, unhinged fire in your eyes.

Then you sang—voice rough, dripping with something between a promise and a threat—

"You wanna play with fire, baby?

Better pray you don’t get burned."

Chan’s throat went dry. His pulse was a hammer against his ribs, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out, to push you away, to pull you closer—but he couldn’t move. Your gaze held him captive, dark and wanting, your lips curled in a smirk that said you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

For a heartbeat, the world stopped.

Then—

You winked.

And just like that, you were gone, spinning back onto the stage like you hadn’t just set Chan’s nerves on fire. Behind you, the other members of Stray Kids were losing their minds—Hyunjin gripping Seungmin’s arm in shock, Felix’s mouth hanging open, Changbin yelling something unintelligible.

But Chan?

Chan was still frozen, your scent lingering in the air, your voice echoing in his skull.

And the worst part?

You weren’t even done yet.

Behind him, the others erupted.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"HAN BETTER EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW—"

But Han was already backstage, grinning like he’d just pulled off the greatest prank of all time.

And the show had only just begun.

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The arena plunges into darkness, the roar of the crowd fading into a collective, anticipatory hush. A slow, sultry bassline slithers through the speakers, its vibrations curling around the silence like smoke. Backstage, Han leans against the edge of the curtain, his grin feral as he watches his cousin step into the single spotlight illuminating the stage.

“Oh, they’re so not ready for this,” Han mutters to himself, pulling out his phone with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. His thumb hovers over the record button, ready to immortalize the chaos about to unfold.

Onstage, RIOT stands alone, your presence commanding yet strangely vulnerable. Gone is the usual fiery bravado that defines you; in its place is something raw and devastatingly magnetic. 

You tilt your head slightly, letting your shadowed gaze sweep across the audience like a predator sizing up its prey. The leather jacket draped over your shoulders slides down in one fluid motion, hitting the stage with a deliberate thud that seems to echo louder than it should. The sound sends a ripple of tension through the crowd.

A murmur runs through the audience, a mix of awe and anticipation. Stray Kids, seated in the front row, remain oblivious to what’s coming. Chan leans forward slightly in curiosity, his brow furrowed as he watches RIOT with cautious interest.

Then—You sing.

"I don’t need pride, don’t need my name,

Just tell me what you want, I’ll be your fucking game."

Your voice is broken and breathy, each word dripping with shameless desperation. Your hand tightens around the mic stand as though it’s the only thing grounding you. Slowly—achingly slowly—you drag it across the stage with a deliberate sway of your hips that feels more like a taunt than a dance move. The spotlight follows you as you prowl forward, your movements languid and feline.

And then comes the moment.

You slide the mic stand between your legs with a sinful grind of your hips before dropping to your knees at the very edge of the stage. The crowd gasps audibly as you lean forward on all fours, closing what little distance remains between yourself and Bang Chan. Your eyes—wide, glassy, and brimming with something almost too raw to look at—lock onto Chan’s like you're staring straight through him. It’s not just eye contact; it’s an unspoken confession wrapped in a challenge.

Backstage, Han has to bite down on his sleeve to keep from bursting into laughter. His phone trembles slightly in his hand as he zooms in on Chan’s face—frozen and flushed scarlet under the harsh spotlight.

“Oh my god,” Han whispers hoarsely to himself between muffled snickers. “He’s actually going to kill Chan.”

Chan doesn’t move. He can’t move. His brain is short-circuiting under RIOT’s relentless gaze. He feels pinned in place by those eyes—trapped in some kind of spell he doesn’t know how to break.

Meanwhile, Stray Kids are unraveling in real-time:

Changbin has buried his face in both hands like he can’t bear to witness another second of this madness. 

Felix is fanning himself so vigorously it looks like he might take flight at any moment. Hyunjin teeters between fainting and launching himself onto the stage—his clenched fists trembling with unresolved tension. 

Lee Know crosses his arms tightly over his chest, glaring daggers at RIOT but unable to hide the faint glimmer of reluctant admiration flickering behind his eyes.

But RIOT isn’t done with them yet—not even close.

Still on your knees, you lean further forward until half your torso dangles off the edge of the stage. your body arches back dramatically as you flip onto your back with an effortless grace that feels almost indecent in its intimacy. One arm dangles loosely over the stage’s edge while the other clutches at the mic like it’s an extension of yourself. Your head tilts back so far that strands of sweat-dampened hair cling to your face as you gaze upside-down at Chan through heavy-lidded eyes.

"SO BEG FOR ME LIKE I BEG FOR YOU—TEAR ME APART, I DON’T CARE IF IT RUINS ME TOO."

The final chorus rips out of you like a plea torn straight from your chest. Your voice cracks beautifully on the last note—a sound so raw it leaves everyone breathless.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence. The crowd seems collectively stunned into stillness.

And then—the arena explodes.

Screams erupt from every corner of the venue as fans lose their minds entirely. The energy is electric, chaotic—a storm breaking loose after unbearable tension.

But RIOT doesn’t bask in it for long. Instead, you turn your head slightly toward Chan one last time and wink—a slow, deliberate motion that feels more intimate than any touch could ever be.

Before anyone can react further, the lights flicker violently—once, twice—and when they stabilize again… RIOT is gone.

The name RIOT flashes across every screen in jagged dark red letters that seem to drip like fresh blood against a stark black background. The music cuts out entirely as if signaling not just an end—but the end. The show is over.

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Chan remains frozen in place long after RIOT vanishes from sight. His mind races frantically: 

What just happened? Was that real? Did anyone else notice how he looked right at me? Oh god—it was aimed at me.

 Heat crawls up his neck and settles across his cheeks like wildfire as he tries—and fails—to compose himself.

Backstage, Han is doubled over laughing so hard that tears stream down his face. “Dude,” he gasps between wheezing breaths as RIOT strolls past him looking utterly unbothered by what just transpired. “You just murdered Bang Chan.”

You smirk lazily while wiping sweat off his brow with a towel slung over one shoulder. “Good,” he says nonchalantly before tossing Han a wink for good measure. “Now let’s go watch them try to recover from that.”

The arena is still buzzing with the aftermath of RIOT’s performance, the crowd’s screams echoing like a storm that refuses to settle. The screens are black now, save for the blood-red name that lingers ominously: RIOT. The lights remain dimmed, casting the venue in an eerie half-darkness as if the air itself is trying to catch its breath.

But Chan can’t breathe.

He’s still sitting in the front row, frozen like a statue, his elbows propped on his knees and his hands clasped tightly together to keep them from trembling. His face is flushed—burning—and no matter how much he wills himself to calm down, his heart won’t stop pounding in his chest. It’s deafening. He feels like everyone can hear it, like it’s betraying him in real-time.

What just happened? His mind replays the performance in fragments: RIOT’s voice cracking with raw desperation, the way he’d dropped to his knees, the way he’d looked at him. That wink—that wink. Chan swallows hard, but it doesn’t help. His throat feels dry as sandpaper.

“Hyung?” Felix’s soft voice breaks through the haze, but it only makes Chan flinch. He turns his head slightly, catching Felix’s worried expression through his peripheral vision. 

The younger boy leans closer, fanning himself with one hand while clutching Chan’s arm with the other. “Are you okay? You look… uh…”

“Red,” Hyunjin finishes for him from Chan’s other side, his voice laced with disbelief and something sharp-edged that might be jealousy. 

Hyunjin is slouched back in his seat, one hand gripping the armrest so tightly that his knuckles are white. His jaw is clenched as he glares daggers at the now-empty stage. “Like a tomato,” he adds flatly, though there’s a faint tremor in his voice that betrays him.

Chan doesn’t respond. He can’t even look at them. He stares straight ahead at nothing in particular, trying to piece together some kind of coherent thought amidst the chaos in his brain.

Lee Know, seated next to Hyunjin, lets out a low whistle and crosses his arms over his chest. “Well,” he says dryly, tilting his head toward Chan with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Looks like someone has a new admirer.”

At that, Chan finally snaps out of his daze—just barely—and turns to glare at Lee Know with wide eyes. “What? No! That’s not—he wasn’t—” His words trip over themselves as panic sets in again. “It wasn’t aimed at me,” he insists weakly, though even as he says it, he knows it’s a lie.

“Oh, come on,” Changbin groans from two seats down, finally lifting his head from where it had been buried in his hands for most of the performance. His face is still redder than usual, and he looks thoroughly exasperated as he gestures vaguely toward Chan. “Hyung, everyone saw it. He was basically crawling into your lap.”

“Stop!” Chan hisses, waving both hands frantically as if trying to physically push away Changbin’s words. His ears are burning now too; he can feel it.

“Honestly,” Lee Know muses aloud, tapping a finger against his chin like he’s deep in thought. “I’m impressed by how bold he was. That takes guts.”

“Or insanity,” Hyunjin mutters darkly under his breath.

Felix giggles nervously and pats Chan on the shoulder in what he probably thinks is a comforting gesture but only makes Chan sink further into mortification. “It’s okay, hyung,” Felix says cheerfully despite looking like he might faint at any moment. “It just means you’re really… uh… magnetic?”

“Magnetic?” Hyunjin echoes incredulously before scoffing and crossing one leg over the other with an exaggerated huff. “More like cursed.”

“Guys!” Chan snaps suddenly, louder than intended. The others fall silent for a moment as they all turn to look at him with varying degrees of amusement and concern. He takes a deep breath and runs both hands through his hair in frustration before slumping back against his seat with a groan. “Can we not talk about this right now?”

“But hyung,” Felix starts again hesitantly before trailing off when Changbin nudges him with an elbow and shakes his head as if to say let it go.

Meanwhile, Seungmin has been sitting quietly on the far end of their row this entire time, watching everything unfold with an unreadable expression on his face. Finally, he speaks up in that calm yet cutting tone of his that always seems to hit its mark: “You do realize Han filmed the whole thing, right?”

Chan freezes again.

“What?” he whispers hoarsely after a long pause.

Seungmin shrugs nonchalantly and adjusts his glasses as if this isn’t groundbreaking news that threatens to ruin Chan’s life forever. “I saw him backstage,” Seungmin explains matter-of-factly. “He was laughing so hard I thought he might pass out.”

Chan groans again and buries his face in both hands this time. “I’m never going to hear the end of this,” he mumbles miserably into his palms.

“You’re really not,” Seungmin agrees without missing a beat.

Before anyone can say anything else—or before Chan can spontaneously combust from sheer embarrassment—the lights in the arena flicker back on fully, signaling that the show is officially over. The crowd begins to disperse slowly amidst lingering chatter about RIOT’s performance.

But Stray Kids don’t move right away.

Chan finally sits up straight again after what feels like an eternity and exhales shakily as if trying to regain some semblance of composure. He glances around at the others—at Felix’s worried smile, Changbin’s exasperation, Lee Know’s smirk, Hyunjin’s simmering irritation—and feels equal parts grateful and overwhelmed by their presence.

“Let’s just go backstage,” he mutters eventually while standing up and brushing off invisible dust from his pants as if that will somehow help him regain control of the situation.

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As they make their way out of their seats and toward backstage access, Chan can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t over—not by a long shot.

And somewhere behind those curtains… Han is waiting for them with a video file and far too much glee for anyone’s comfort.

You step off the stage, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through your veins like a wild animal refusing to be tamed. The sweat-drenched shirt clings to your back, and you rip it off without hesitation, letting out a sigh of relief as the cool air hits your skin. Your eyeliner is smudged, and you can feel the makeup starting to run, but you don’t care. You’re too busy gulping down water from the bottle in your hand, trying to quench the thirst that seems to have taken over your entire being.

As you glance up, you catch sight of Stray Kids making their way backstage, their presence unmistakable even amidst the bustle of staff and performers. Your eyes immediately land on Bang Chan, and the sight nearly makes you laugh out loud. He looks like he’s seen a ghost—his face flushed a deep red, his wide eyes fixed on you with a mix of shock and something else you can’t quite place. His expression is so unguarded, so raw, that it’s almost endearing. Almost.

You feel a flicker of amusement curl at the edges of your lips. It’s clear he’s still reeling from your performance, and honestly, you can’t blame him. You’d gone all in tonight—left everything on that stage—and judging by his reaction, it had landed exactly where you wanted it to.

Han’s laughter cuts through the air before anyone else can speak. He’s leaning against a nearby table, holding up his phone triumphantly like a trophy. “Did you see their faces?” he cackles, pointing the screen toward you as he replays the footage he captured. “Oh my god, Chan looked like he was about to pass out! This is gold.”

You roll your eyes at him but can’t help smiling as you shake your head. “Put that away before you get us both in trouble,” you say lightly, though there’s no real heat behind your words. Han’s always been like this—chaotic, relentless, and utterly impossible to stay mad at.

“Trouble?” Han grins wider, clearly unbothered. “This is art, cousin. Pure art.”

The word hangs in the air for a moment before Stray Kids finally reach earshot. You straighten up slightly as they approach, wiping the sweat from your brow with the towel slung over your shoulder. Despite the exhaustion still weighing on your limbs, you force yourself to focus.

“Hey, guys,” you greet them with an easy smile, extending a hand in welcome. Your voice is calm—steady—a stark contrast to the whirlwind of energy you’d unleashed on stage just minutes ago. “I’m RIOT. Nice to meet you all properly.”

There’s a beat of silence as they process your words. Felix is the first to step forward, his signature sunshine smile breaking through the tension as he shakes your hand eagerly. “Nice to meet you too! That performance was insane,” he says with genuine enthusiasm, his Australian accent adding an extra layer of warmth to his words.

“Insane is one way to describe it,” Changbin mutters under his breath, though there’s no malice in his tone—just lingering disbelief as he glances between you and Han.

Hyunjin crosses his arms tightly over his chest, his sharp features set in an expression that hovers somewhere between intrigue and irritation. He doesn’t say anything yet but keeps his gaze locked on you like he’s trying to figure out what makes you tick.

Lee Know tilts his head slightly, studying you with that unreadable look of his that always seems just a little too knowing. “You’re… calmer than I expected,” he remarks dryly, one eyebrow quirking upward.

You chuckle softly at that and shrug. “The stage brings out a different side of me,” you reply simply.

And then there’s Chan—still standing slightly behind the others as if trying to blend into the background despite being their leader. His hands are stuffed into his pockets now, but it does nothing to hide how tense he is. When your eyes meet again, he quickly looks away, his cheeks flushing even deeper than before.

Before anyone can comment further on Chan’s obvious discomfort—or lack thereof—Han decides it’s time to drop his bombshell.

“Oh!” Han exclaims brightly, clapping a hand on your shoulder with exaggerated flair. “Did I forget to mention? We’re cousins.”

The reaction is immediate and priceless.

“Cousins?” Changbin blurts out incredulously, his jaw practically hitting the floor as he stares at Han like he’s just announced aliens are real.

Felix blinks rapidly in surprise before breaking into another grin. “Wait—you’re related? Like actual cousins?”

Hyunjin uncrosses his arms abruptly and narrows his eyes at Han suspiciously. “Why didn’t you tell us this sooner?”

Lee Know just gives an amused snort and shakes his head as if this revelation somehow explains everything.

Chan looks like someone just pulled the rug out from under him entirely. His mouth opens slightly as if to say something but then closes again when no words come out. He glances between you and Han with wide eyes as though trying—and failing—to reconcile this new information with what he knows about either of you.

“Surprise,” Han says cheerfully, clearly reveling in their reactions.

You chuckle again and raise both hands in mock surrender. “Guilty as charged,” you say lightly before glancing back at Chan specifically. “Sorry for not mentioning it earlier.”

Chan blinks rapidly at being addressed directly and stammers something unintelligible before finally managing a faint nod. “It’s… fine,” he mumbles awkwardly, though the redness in his face suggests otherwise.

The conversation drifts into small talk after that—Felix asking about your training routine while Changbin peppers Han with questions about why he kept this secret for so long—but your attention keeps drifting back to Chan despite yourself.

He stays quiet for most of it, only chiming in occasionally with polite nods or murmured agreements when prompted by the others. But every now and then, you catch him sneaking glances at you when he thinks no one is looking.

It makes something stir inside you—a spark of curiosity mixed with mischief that refuses to be ignored.

As the group begins to relax around each other again, you find yourself wondering just how far this little game could go… 

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As the others continue to pepper Han with questions, you seize the opportunity to pull Bang Chan aside, away from the chaos. Your eyes lock onto his, and with a gentle tug on his arm, you guide him a few steps away from the group. The sudden movement catches him off guard, and for a moment, he looks like he's not sure what to do with himself.

You lean in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper that sends a shiver down his spine. "Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" The words are laced with a flirtatious undertone that you can't help but inject into every syllable.

Chan looks up at you, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and curiosity. The flush on his cheeks deepens, and he nods slightly, his throat working to swallow. You can't help but notice the way his eyes dart around before finally settling on yours, like he's searching for an escape route that doesn't exist.

As you stand there, the air between you feels charged with tension. You let your gaze linger on his face, taking in the way his hair curls slightly at the nape of his neck, the way his lips part ever so slightly as he breathes. It's almost too much to resist.

"Hey, I wanted to check in with you," you say, your tone turning more serious, though the flirtation still simmers just beneath the surface. "Was it okay, putting you in the spotlight like that during the show?" Your eyes hold his, searching for any sign of discomfort or distress.

Chan looks puzzled, his brow furrowing slightly as he processes your question. "What do you mean? It was just a performance," he replies, his voice softer than usual, tinged with a hint of confusion.

You smile, feeling a flutter in your chest. It's hard to keep the sincerity out of your voice as you say, "I kind of admire you, Bang Chan." The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning.

But instead of catching the underlying tone, he takes it as admiration for his work as a producer. "Oh, thanks," he says with a slight smile, his eyes lighting up with pride. "I appreciate it."

You shake your head gently, a chuckle escaping your lips. It's almost too cute how he misinterprets your intentions. You take a step closer, your voice dropping to a whisper again. "No, Channie," you say softly, using the nickname to make it more intimate. Your hands find their way to his hips, pulling him closer so he can see the sincerity in your eyes.

"I meant every word I sang," you whisper, your breath brushing against his ear. The words are laced with a raw emotion that you can't hide anymore.

You wink at him, the gesture playful yet serious. For a moment, you just hold his gaze, letting him absorb the weight of your words. The air between you crackles with tension, and you can feel his heart racing against your fingertips.

Then, with a final glance that leaves him looking more bewildered than ever, you turn and head towards the changing room.

You knew Han and the rest of the members couldn't stay longer, they had events to go to tomorrow and it was late already. You waved them goodbye and sent a little wink towards Chan's way.

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Months later, same venue. You performed again, your favourite song to perform since last time..

You’re standing on stage, bathed in crimson light, the bassline thrumming through your chest like a second heartbeat. The crowd is a sea of hands and screams, their energy feeding yours as you move with deliberate precision—every sway of your hips, every flick of your wrist calculated to captivate. You’ve always loved this part—the way the stage transforms you, amplifies you into something larger than life. Tonight, though, there’s something different. Someone different.

Your eyes scan the crowd as you sing, and there he is. Bang Chan. Front and center in the platinum section, his face illuminated by the stage lights. He’s watching you with an intensity that sends a jolt straight down your spine. You hadn’t seen him in months—not since that night backstage when you’d left him flustered and red-faced after your little confession. You didn’t have his number, didn’t dare ask Han for it either. But here he is, and god, he looks good—better than you remembered.

You smirk mid-verse, letting your gaze linger on him before turning away with a teasing sway of your hips. The crowd roars louder at the movement, but you’re barely paying attention to them anymore. Your focus keeps drifting back to him. You point in his direction during the chorus, a subtle acknowledgment that’s anything but subtle to him. His eyes widen slightly, his lips parting as if he’s trying to breathe through the moment.

The performance builds to its climax—a whirlwind of sound and movement—and when it ends, you’re drenched in sweat but exhilarated beyond belief. The applause is deafening as you step offstage, grabbing a towel and gulping down water like it’s a lifeline. Your crew buzzes around you, but all you can think about is him.

And then you see him.

Chan stands at the edge of the backstage area, looking hesitant but determined as he waits for you to notice him. You don’t make him wait long. Setting down your water bottle, you stride over with the same confidence you had on stage.

“Platinum ticket?” you tease lightly as you approach, letting your voice drop just enough to make it feel intimate. “Didn’t know I had such dedicated fans.”

Chan’s cheeks flush immediately, just like they did last time. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and laughs softly. “I… uh… thought I’d come see how much better you’ve gotten.”

You raise an eyebrow at that, leaning in closer so he can hear you over the noise of backstage chatter. “Better? You mean I wasn’t already perfect?”

His laugh comes out more nervous this time, and it makes something warm bloom in your chest. You let yourself take him in for a moment—the way his shirt clings to his frame just right, the way his hair falls messily across his forehead—and then decide to push things further.

“You know,” you say casually, leaning against the wall beside him so your shoulder brushes his lightly, “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

Chan shifts under your gaze but doesn’t move away. “I—well—I thought…” He trails off as if searching for words that won’t betray him.

You smile softly at his hesitation and decide to put him out of his misery—just a little. 

“It’s been months,” you say quietly, letting some of your own vulnerability seep into your tone. “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again.”

His eyes snap back to yours at that, and for a moment he looks almost guilty. “I wanted to,” he admits after a pause. “But… I didn’t know how.”

You nod slowly, understanding more than he probably realizes. Being an idol means living in chaos—constant schedules and expectations that leave little room for personal connections.

“Well,” you say after a beat, letting your voice turn playful again as you step closer to him—close enough that there’s barely any space between you now. “You could’ve asked Han for my number.”

Chan lets out a startled laugh at that and shakes his head quickly. “Yeah… no way.”

You chuckle along with him before letting the moment settle into something quieter again.

“I meant what I said last time,” you say softly, watching his expression shift from amusement to something more serious as he processes your words.

“What do you mean?” he asks cautiously.

You smile at him—slowly this time—and reach out to gently rest your hands on his hips before he can pull away or overthink it. The touch is light but deliberate enough to make him freeze under your fingertips.

“Channie,” you murmur, letting the nickname roll off your tongue like honey as your thumbs brush against his sides ever so slightly. “I meant every word I sang.”

His breath catches audibly at that—his eyes wide and searching yours like he’s trying to figure out if this is real or some elaborate joke.

You wink at him then—slowly, deliberately—and step back before he can respond or recover from the moment entirely.

“I’ll be in the changing room,” you say lightly over your shoulder as you walk away, leaving him standing there stunned and speechless amidst the chaos of backstage life.

And god—you can’t help but wonder how long it’ll take before he follows.

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That's it for now! Maybe I'll upload the next part tomorrow.. it'll be my first time writing something spicy, so don't judge me too hard! 

stray kids when their s/o is pregnant with multiples—

written by: 🐝

genre: fluff

warnings: pregnancy, swearing

thank you to @mrsunshine999 for requesting this!!

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bang chan ♡

• chan’s so prepared to be a father!!

• he’s terrified, as most first time parents usually are, but he’s so so so SO excited to be having kids with you

• he’s even happier when he finds out you’re having twins

• “i want more 🥺🥺”

• “they haven’t even cOME OUT YET-“

• “could u squeeze out more babies please 🥺🥺🥺”

• chan is sosososo protective of you

• it’s really sweet actually

• he’s always touching you in some way, just wanting to make sure you and the babies nearby

• chan likes to touch ur bump

• like,, A LOT,,,

• if he could choose, he’d never let go ☺️☺️

• chan definitely spends a lot of his spare time thinking of names for ur kids

• unfortunately, neither of you can seem to agree on anything

• you both decide to wait until after the babies are born to come up with something

minho ♡

• okay so y’all are having triplets

• he’s thrilled

• get used to ridiculous name ideas tho,,

• “babe...”

• “yes, minnie?”

• “could we pleeeeaaase call the babies soonie, doongie and dori??”

• you: 😐😐😐

• minho: 👁👄👁

• “absolutely not”

• “bABE PLEASE-“

• much like chan, he’s fiercely protective of u

• if anyone so much as looks at u the wrong way, they’re getting a shoe thrown at their head

• and when ur babies are finally born he’s the same

• one of his cousins said the babies weren’t even that cute and i’m pretty sure he burst a blood vessel trying to suppress the urge to throw a table or smth 👀👀

changbin ♡

• not to roast him or anything but when the sonographer said y’all were having quadruplets he passed out,, in the middle of the sonography room,,,

• “can you check again??”

• “sir i’ve checked 1000 times, i’m certain-“

• “just chECK AGAIN-“

• once changbin got over the initial anxiety, he was over the moon about it

• “damn, is my sperm on steroids or smth??”

• “changbin pls 😭😭”

• he’s seriously caring tho

• he always makes sure you’re on time to your prenatal classes and doctors appointments

• and he’s all read up on the latest child rearing tips and tricks 😌😌😌

• but absolutely expect changbin to pop ur pregnancy ball from bouncing on it too hard

• (we all know changbin has a phat ass)

hyunjin ♡

• you were both really nervous about having triplets, but hyunjin more so than you

• mostly bc he felt so powerless

• you were carrying T H R E E babies when most people only have O N E

• so he promised himself that he’d be there for every moment of your pregnancy, holding your hand every step of the way just to make sure you never felt intimidated or alone

• 😭😭😭 don’t mind me 😭😭😭😭 just sobbing over hyunjin 😭😭😭😭😭

• he buys designer baby clothes all 👏the 👏time👏

• u try and tell him to slow down but he doesn’t listen

• “c’moooon, we’re having triplets! we’re gonna need lots of baby clothes!”

• “not designer baby clothes! they’re just gonna poop and puke all over them!”

• “idc, no child of mine will be dressing like some n00b”

jisung ♡

• ur pregnancy was quite a tough one

• you both knew it was likely gonna be that way, but that didn’t stop it from being any less difficult

• “these kids kick too damn much”

• “c’mon, it’s a good thing they’re kicking. it means they’re healthy and active.”

• “that’s not the issue, it’s that they’re kicking each other and i’m getting caught in the crossfire”

• “do you need me to have a word with them?”

• “sure?” 🤨🤨

• “hey, you two. quit fighting”

• *the babies continue to beat the crap out of each other, elliciting a groan from you”

• “don’t make me come in there! i’m your father and you will listen to me.”

• it didn’t help much but it’s the thought that counts

• (dad!jisung has me so soft 🐝)

• on a similar note, jisung ALWAYS knows how to lift ur mood when ur feeling particularly hormonal or sensitive

• whether it’s giving you a back massage and cuddles

• or just listening to you vent

• jisung tries his hardest to be a supportive presence bc having twins is a big deal and not everyone knows what ur going through

felix ♡

• being pregnant with triplets was an experience to say the absolute least

• ur pregnancy was so w e i r d

• strong!! pregnancy!!! cravings!!!!

• onion rings with strawberry jam 🤢🤢

• pickle juice and vanilla icecream 🤢🤢🤢

• apple slices and mustard 🤢🤢🤢🤢

• felix insists on cooking for u

• he’s so disgusted by ur food cravings, but pretends not to be bc ur so sensitive that any sort of criticism will have you bawling ur eyes out

• and if you start crying, so does felix

• and then everyone starts crying

• felix is sosososoSO gentle with u

• he’s very careful not to wake you in the night

• and he’ll help you put ur shoes on and get dressed when u get too big to do it on ur own

• which he loves 💕❤️

• looking after you is a big thing for felix, especially with three babies on the way

seungmin ♡

• he had this weird premonition/feeling/dream that y’all were gonna have a lot of kids

• but seungmin could NOT have comprehended that y’all were having quadruplets,,,

• he’s similar to changbin in that he was in a state of shock and disbelief when he found out (unsurprisingly) but it didn’t take long for him to get used to the idea of it

• bc quadruplet pregnancies tend to be shorter, he wanted to get all the important stuff out of the way first

• like putting together the nursery

• he enlisted the help of his group members bc there was just so much stuff to put together

• chan, hyunjin, minho and changbin got the most stuff done, whilst jisung, jeongin and felix sorta just fucked shit up

• you and seungmin sorta just watched from the sidelines like: 🤭😮

• making sure that you felt confident in yourself as a parent was really important to him

• which brings me to this cute fact: seungmin compliments and praises you ALL👏THE👏TIME👏

• “you’re so good at this!”

• “your bump looks so cute, i’m gonna rlly miss it”

• “our kids are rlly lucky to have u as their parent”

jeongin ♡

• jeongin couldn’t make it to the first scan because the weather was so awful and no bus would take him, so you went on your own and called him after to tell him the good news

• “we’re having TWO babies??? in one go???”

• “yes, innie, we’re having twins!!”

• “but I’M a baby!! can u really handle two more???”

• as much as you two both like to joke, ur pregnancy really matured him as a person

• jeongin was determined to be the best possible father for his children, no questions asked 😌😌

• so he read all the books.....

• and went to all the prenatal yoga classes.......

• and did all the things you’re supposed to do.......

• but, for jeongin, that didn’t quite feel like enough

• he only felt ready to be a parent when he spoke with his dad and grandpa, who both confided in him that they felt just as unprepared and inadequate as he did and that’s sorta just a part of being a parent

• fortunately, that gave him a lot more confidence

• and when your due date came, he handled everything so calm and confidently

dating skz headcanons—

written by: 🐝

genre: pure, tooth-rotting fluff

warnings: none

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bang chan

• pretends not to notice when u take his hoodies bc he secretly loves it sosososo much

• he calls u baby and u call him sweetheart 💘💘

• chan wants to marry u so bad ,,

• im not even kidding

• he has a ring picked out and everything

• will give u piggybacks bc he’s rlly strong and wants u to hold onto him tightly and needs an excuse

• chan is buff as hell but wbk

• omg boyfriend!chan is just 😙👌

minho

• matching/coordinating outfits!!

• minho is more reserved about pda, but when ur alone he’s a huge cuddlebug and might actually squeeze u to death with all of his love.

• definitely the jealous type but refuses to let it get in the way of ur relationship bc he doesn’t want to lose u

• we stan a healthy relationship 😌😌

• congratulations ur now step-parent to 3 cats!!

• for real tho,, soonie, doongie, and dori love u,,,

• u and minho baby them sm

changbin

• u call him binnie and he calls u peanut 🥺🥺🥺

• he looks tough but he’s actually the softest boy ever

• brb just sobbing about soft!changbin

• will pepper ur face with kisses every time he holds u in his arms,, he’s so jacked u can’t escape,,,

• not that ur mad abt it tho

• changbin getting buff is the least of ur problems

• what IS a problem is stopping him from fighting every person that mildly inconveniences u

• “ugh my teacher shortened the deadline for the essay, i’m not sure i’ll be able to finish it in time.”

• “dw, peanut. i’ll fight him for u.”

• “nO DONT DO THAT I’LL FAIL MY CLASS-“

• he does it out of love.

• which reminds me

• changbin definitely said ‘i love u‘ first

hyunjin

• taking!! pictures!!! of!! each!!! other!!

• i’m not even kidding. hyunjin will just take random pictures of u throughout the day and fawn over them like

• omg 🥺🥺 das my lil baby 🥺🥺🥺

• say goodbye to all the storage on ur phone lmao

• ya’ll spend 99% of ur time together touching

• and not even in the sexual way, hyunjin’s just really affectionate and doesn’t like being away from u

• skinship for days!!!

• cuddling, kisses, u name it and he will glaaaadly provide it for u

jisung

• quiet, intimate moments together are common

• he’s rlly energetic with skz bc they’re his boys, y’know?

• but with u he lives for the domesticity ya’ll have.

• like bickering when ur making dinner or washing the dishes together and listening to ur favourite music

• (im so soft for sungie rn omggg)

• he’s quite the homebody. it’s his safe place.

• jisung doesn’t want elaborate dates or days packed full of activities, he just wants quiet time with u 😙💓

• (btw he’s the most loyal and committed person alive, will definitely bark at any man, woman or child that even looks in his direction)

felix

• ya’ll clown the SHIT out of each other 🤡🤡

• “felix it is physically impossible for u to be the bigger person in this situation, ur legit only 5”7.”

• “i’m sorry?? is the unemployed person speaking???”

• it’s all in good fun tho bc u two are ACTUALLY the sweetest couple out there

• not even joking,,

• u call him sunshine and he calls u dearest

• bc u are dearest to him 🥺🥺

• gentle kisses pressed to ur temple, with his hand on the small of ur back are an everyday occurrence

• so are wake up kisses, goodnight kisses, forehead kisses, butterfly kisses...

• lixie wants kithes 😡😡

seungmin

• 💘🥰💖✨ napping together 💕💝😘❤️

• ya’ll just lay on the sofa, draped over each other, and just snooze for hours

• u call him minnie and he calls u sweetpea 🥺🥺

• likes to teach u how to play baseball

• and by teach i mean u purposely pretending not to know anything so he’ll put his arms around u to teach u how to bat properly,,

• it’s very sexy okay

• he sings to u all. the. time.

• it’s mesmerising.

• he’ll catch u gazing up at him with big puppy eyes and bursts out giggling

• i love seungmin if u couldn’t tell already (this goes for both of us kbsjsgsvbs)

jeongin

• tries to act tough to impress u

• we all know he’s babie tho ☺️☺️

• PRANK 👏 WARS 👏

• when u were sleeping he changed all the contact names in ur phone to his name.

• “what did u do to my phone?”

• 👁👄👁

• “jeongin.”

• “i didn’t do anything.”

• “really?”

• “i can’t believe u would accuse me of something i didn’t even do, it’s quite preposterous-“

• “yang jeongin. tell me why i got a text from ‘best member of stray kids, I.N’ at 2.33am asking for the answers to the math homework. i know damn well ur dumbass doesn’t go to my school.”

• 😳😳😳 “it wasn’t me.”

• in all seriousness, ya’ll are a rlly goofy, soft couple.

• he’s ALWAYS holding ur hand. no matter what.

cuddling skz headcanons—

genre: fluff

warnings: none

written by: 🥺 + 🐝

relationship(s): bang chan x reader/ lee know x reader/ changbin x reader/ hyunjin x reader/ han x reader/ felix x reader/ seungmin x reader/ jeongin x reader

bang chan

you two would lay with ur head on his chest with his arms wrapped around you

would probably smell like soap and vanilla and oh man you'd fall asleep SO goddamn fast

chris isn't a great sleeper so he'd probably just lay with his eyes closed and listen to your breathing

would probably smell ur hair lets be real

minho

he's basically a cat in that he likes affection on his terms and his terms ONLY

catboy minho rights

idk would probably just do it unconsciously??

like he'd fall asleep next to you and snuggle into your side

DO NOT move if you value your life

changbin

very into skinship

he's tiny but he loves to be big spoon

loves to be close to you so would just like,, hold u rlly tightly and tangle ur legs together

he'd also be the type to tickle you a little whilst giggling

but he's vv strong so like,, there's no escape

(good luck)

hyunjin

loves lying with you on ur back and him laying on top of you (rip)

would love love LOVE it if u played with his hair bc its gotten so long recently and it'd be sososo easy

he'd hum and sigh contentedly until he fell asleep

would probably whisper "baby?" every now and again and every time u ask what he wants he just wouldn't reply

his breath on ur neck is vv tickly (is that a word idk) but you cannot move so uhhh yeah have fun

jisung

DEFINITELY little spoon

no i do not take constructive criticism

would take ur hands and hold them to his chest

would make cheesy jokes about his heart racing whenever ur near him

twist around every now and again to ask for a kiss and if ur asleep no you're not❤️

he would nudge you to wake u up like "i want kithes😡😡"

felix

you guys cuddle facing eachother

but he loves skinship so he'd hold ur hands and play with ur fingers

would probably fall asleep quite quickly and you would HAVE to admire him bc i mean,, look at him,, it's lixie,,, he's gorgeous

you'd probably count his freckles and he'd giggle and tell you that it tickles

but if he's super tried and trying to sleep he'd be like "stop clogging my pores dude and gO TO SLEEP"

seungmin

would let u lay on his arm

he'd most likely run his hands through ur hair then cup ur face

probably listens to music to go to sleep (and by music i mean day6)

so you'd share a pair of earphones or airpods or whatever and he'd probably sing along quietly

which, in itself, is literal heaven

i love seungmin bye

jeongin

lil baby wants to be the big spoon bc he's a MAN

LOVES it if u wears his t-shirts/ hoodies so would just give it to you like "wear this ☺️☺️"

he'd snuggle up against ur back and nuzzle his face into ur neck

which would make u giggle and the lil shit would just do it more

but we love cuddly jeongin in this household

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BTS

Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin

TXT

Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Beomgyu, Huening Kamal Kai, Kang Taehyun

NCT

Yuta Nakamoto, Johnny Seo, Hendery

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter

Bones And All

Lee

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Spiderman

TASM! Peter Parker

DUNE

Paul Atreides

Strangers From Hell

Seo Moon-Jo

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson

Celebrities

Brad Pitt

Mads Mikkelsen