Pairing: Lee Felix × Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: Can you do husband Felix too? I love your fluff concepts

Warnings: mentions of food, physical touch, non sexual nudity (shower) and he's an idol

A/n: well this is very delusional lmao | daily click

Chan ver. | Felix ver.

this is so cute 😭 the one where he feels a little uncomfortable if he's not got some sort of contact with you is djskeidjdndnddn melting my heart

Thank you !!! I'm glad you noticed this part ngl 😭 I've been thinking about this prompt with Felix for a while now lmao so I'm glad you liked it :)

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Name on My Skin

Jisung x reader

In which you meet the perfect soulmate for you.

In a world of soulmates, it is chaos. Oftentimes, meeting your soulmate is love at first sight. Other times, they meet their best friend. Occasionally people die before meeting theirs.

Or there are the times that people’s soulmates weren’t nice people. You would meet someone who you had positive ideas about for your entire life, only for them to be an asshole.

Your greatest fear is for your soulmate to be a jerk. For them to be some kind of psychopath or someone who should be in prison.

That is why you always avoid any chances of meeting your soulmate. You don’t go on blind dates. You refrain from physical touch, not wanting a mark to linger on your skin.

Your mother is not pleased. 

“Who’s going to take care of you?” she yells, hands on her hips. 

“I have friends,” you tiredly remind her. “And why are you here?”

She huffs and turns around, looking at all the shirts. “I don’t know why you even bother buying it. It’s not like the love of your life is going to appreciate it.”

“I have a job interview.” You rub at your forehead, fighting off a headache. “This is very important to me, okay?”

Your mother breathes out through her nose, barely hiding her disdain. “I don’t know how you expect to make any money there. Makeup? For men?”

“Men can wear makeup.” You peruse the options carefully. You don’t want anything too flashy, but you do want to stand out from all the other candidates. “And it’s their job, too.”

“What are they, models?” Your mother shakes her head and scoffs. “I don’t think this is a good fit for you, dear.”

“It’s just an interview.” You select a shirt off the rack and hold it up. You smile as you bring it out to checkout with your mother trailing after you. “It’s no guarantee of a job.”

Your mother sighs. “You’re right. You probably won’t even get it.”

But you do.

You get the job.

Now you’re a makeup artist for Stray Kids, finally making use of your degree. You had always been told it was a mistake to go into the field, but here you are.

When you walk in on your first day, you’re given the run down. Where the styling room is, who your coworkers are, and everything important.

You’re slightly ashamed to admit to your coworkers that you’d never listened to Stray Kids.

You had heard of them, just never gotten into it. You had never listened to them, nor watched anything with them.

You weren’t against them; it just had never peaked your interest enough to risk your mother’s wrath. She deeply disapproved of most things; boy bands being one of them.

So when they walk in, you might possibly be confused.

A man sits at your station, settling onto the raised stool. He smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re new.”

“Uh, yes.” You bob your head, reaching past him for your tools.

“So who’s your bias?” he asks, making you pause. 

You hesitate because you don’t know any of their names. “Uh, you?”

He grins, poking the one next to him. “Do you hear that, Hyunjin? I’m the favourite!”

Hyunjin scowls and closes his eyes as his makeup artist moves to his eyes. “And?”

You try to swipe the brush over this man’s face, but he’s bouncing around wildly. You’re attempting to wrangle him back into his seat when a man walking by frowns.

“Stop it!” he scolds. “Can’t you see they’re trying to work?”

You smile softly. “It’s okay. We have time.”

“Sorry,” the man mutters. He slumps back and looks up at you, smiling sweetly. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Jeongin gave him too much coffee. I swear, I have to limit their caffeine intake.” The man shakes his head with a heavy sigh. “Anyways, you are…?”

You tell him your name before hesitating. “Right. Um, it’s nice to meet you…”

“Bang Chan.” Dimples form at the corners of his mouth. 

“Wait.” The man sitting in your chair frowns. He straightens and looks at you in horror. “Do you not know who I am, either?”

Hyunjin laughs, shoulders shaking. “This took a turn.”

“Sorry, no.” You wring your hands nervously. “I promise I’m not trying to disrespect you and- and-“

“I’m Jisung,” he declares. He crosses his arms over his chest and lifts his chin. “You lied to me.”

Your face burns with embarrassment. “Sorry. I just- You-“

“So I was your favourite without you even knowing who I was!” Jisung exclaims. He begins to slap Hyunjin’s arm excitedly. “Did you hear that! Did you hear that?”

Hyunjin wordlessly slides out of his seat and pads towards the door.

Jisung winces at you. “He’s not a morning person.”

“Jisung!” Bang Chan calls from the other side of the room. “Hurry up!”

Jisung grimaces. “Right. Sorry, let’s do this.”

You finish the rest of his face, smiling gently at him as he bounces away. He tries to take you with him, but you dodge his hand. 

“I’ll be here if you need a touch-up,” you tell him, feeling bad when he pouts. 

“I’ll try my best to not smudge it!” Jisung vows solemnly, as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders. “I don’t want you working so hard on your first day.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” You laugh lightly. It’s nice that he cares so much. “But that’s why I’m here. Don’t worry about it.”

Jisung just giggles as he runs off, going the way Bang Chan had gone. You shake your head, hiding a smile as you clean up your station. You have no idea how it got so messy already.

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You hoist your bag over your shoulder, checking your phone. You don’t have any notifications so you open the weather app so it looks like you’re still busy. You love your new job, but you’re tired after training and training and smalltalk galore.

Your nose is so buried in your screen that you don’t even notice the man sprinting in your path, head turned in the other direction. He knocks into you and your phone clatters tk the ground. You collapse as well, and his hands grip your forearms to help you up.

“Jisung?” You frown as he bends down to pick your phone up. “Are you okay?”

“I should be asking you that.” He scratches the back of his neck, eyes flicking up from where they had been focused on the ground. They widen a fraction and his lips part in surprise.

“Jisung?” You wave a palm in front of his face. “You good?”

“You- I-“ He gasps and points frantically to your arm, where there’s a tattoo of his name.

You blink at it. “That’s new.”

“Oh my gosh.” Jisung stumbles away from you. “You’re a crazy stalker!”

You shake your head desperately. “No! I have no idea how that got there!”

He wets his lips with his tongue. “Then that means…”

You both stare at each other for a minute. Neither of you seems to want to say it, but the words seem to hang in the air.

You found your soulmate, and he’s Jisung. Jisung is your soulmate. What you had been avoiding for years finally arrived.

“Um.” Jisung’s throat flexed as he swallows. “This is a thing.”

“Yes,” you agree. “This is a thing.”

Jisung watches as his name fades from your skin, never to be seen again. Now that you know who the other is, the only thing left to do is discuss where this leads.

“Are you gay?” Jisung blurts out. He winces. “I mean- I’m totally okay if you are. I support! I love, um, lesbians? Okay that came out wrong. I just mean that like-“

“I like men,” you assure him, heart melting. This… Jisung is the type that you wouldn’t be scared of. “And I would be willing to explore a relationship.”

His shoulder slump as he blows out a heavy breath of relief. “Okay, I’d like that. Can I buy you dinner?”

“Sure.” You nod and tuck your phone in your bag. “How was your day?”

Jisung seems taken aback by your question, but walks by your side as the two of you go out the door. “It was really good. I bet you can guess why.”

You smile, feeling all gooey inside. “I bet I can. Uh, I know it’s not great if we’re seen in public together, so is there anywhere specific you want to eat? Somewhere you go often?”

Jisung considers it for a moment before brightening. “Oh! There’s a really small shop near here. Good food, and no one is ever there.”

“Lead the way,” you say. You’re so glad your soulmate is someone like him. 

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Pairing: Lee Felix × Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: Can you do husband Felix too? I love your fluff concepts

Warnings: mentions of food, physical touch, non sexual nudity (shower) and he's an idol

A/n: well this is very delusional lmao | daily click

Chan ver. | Felix ver.

this is so cute 😭 the one where he feels a little uncomfortable if he's not got some sort of contact with you is djskeidjdndnddn melting my heart

Accepting Help (Not Escaping)

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: Hi. 🙂 Could I please request more 9th member x skz fluff? Something very cute and/or comforting, please. I'd be happy with literally anything. Thank you. 💕

Reader is written with no pronouns mentioned at all, but does hide their nipular area. Gender can be taken as any, but just as a heads up, reader shields their upper chest area.

Accidents happened, which is how you dislocated your shoulder. And broke the same arm. And twisted your ankle.

In short: You tumbled off a recording set and were rushed to the hospital.

“Are you sure you feel okay?” Chan worriedly asks for the twentieth time once you’re home. When you wave his concerns away, his eyebrows pinch together. “Okay, just… You’re pretty badly injured.”

“No, I’m okay.” You use your good arm to pull the sheets up to your chin. “Oh, is it okay if I’m a bit late to practise tomorrow? It might take me a while to get ready. I could wake up early, though.”

Chan blinks at you. “What? No, you’re not going. You’re staying here and resting.”

Changbin nods. “Even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you back here.”

“Gotta get those bones back to normal.” Jisung wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk. “Gotta be rock hard inside. Ngh-“

Minho narrows his eyes at Jisung. “Are you high?”

Jisung pouts. “I’m trying to cheer up our patient!”

“By moaning?” Hyunjin demands, rubbing at his face. “I’m going to go stab my ears now.”

“Aht!” Chan snaps. “None of that!”

“Are you sure I’m not going tomorrow?” You poke Chan’s shoulder to bring his attention back to you. “I have no problem getting up a bit early.”

“You’re staying here and resting,” Chan insists. “And I’m going to have someone stay back with you.”

Everyone immediately raises their hands. Chan squints at them all, trying to figure out who would be the most responsible.

“Actually, maybe we should just rent a nurse,” Chan murmurs to himself. 

“I can be a nurse!” Jeongin’s hand shoots up. “I used to play doctor all the time as a kid!”

“That absolutely doesn’t count,” Seungmin says. “If we’re going by that logic I could also go kill a dragon.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes. “Well, dragons aren’t real, so who’s stupid now?”

“Didn’t you say yesterday that mermaids are real?” Felix wonders aloud.

Jeongin crosses his arms. “Because they are! I’ll send you a video proving it!”

“Nuh-uh.” Felix shakes his head. “I don’t want you wrecking my algorithm with conspiracy theories.”

“You know what?” Chan sighs heavily as he looks down at you. “We’ll do groups of two from now on. Tomorrow is Changbin and Felix.”

“I can totally manage by myself,” you protest, trying to sit up.

“But I’ll feel better if I know someone is here.” Chan smiles softly at you, reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately. “Sound good?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, slumping into your pillows.

And so it begins.

The next day, you wake up and decide to shower, because you still feel hospital all over you. It’s an irrational thought that even you don’t understand, but you need to shower.

So you swing your legs over the side of the bed, biting your lip before bracing yourself. You slide out of bed and crumple to the floor as soon as you put your weight on your ankle. You collapse loudly, holding in a whimper at the pain.

Changbin bursts inside, eyes wide with alarm. “What happened?”

“Just- I tried to stand up.” You claw at the bed with your good arm, attempting to get back to your feet.

Changbin heaves you up and drapes you across the bed again. “Just rest. Stay here.”

“But I need to shower!” you argue. You point at the door pleadingly. “Changbin…”

He sighs and rubs at his forehead. “Wait, so how is this going to work?”

“Just pick me up and take me there, please?” You bat your eyes at him. 

Changbin holds a hand up, deep in thought. “But… How are you supposed to like, undress? Your arm is really messed up.”

“Nah, I’ve got this,” you confidently say. “Just bring me there, and I can handle it. Actually, let me grab a set of clothes to change into.”

Changbin waits for you to rummage through the dresser next to the bed before he scoops you up and carts you off to the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter and eyes the shower warily. “You sure you’ve got this?”

“Absolutely.” You puff your chest out. “Now get out of here so I can get all naked and stuff.”

He laughs under his breath as he makes his exit, closing the door behind him. It clicks softly into place, and you work your way out of your pants, wriggling out of them. It’s a struggle, but you make it happen.

Your top is more difficult. There’s the whole sleeve thing, which is annoying. How are you supposed to maneuver your arm out of it?

So you wrestle with it for about three entire minutes before getting it over your head. It comes with a whole bunch of pain, but you win. You come out victorious.

You make your way to the shower, turning it on. You lean against the glass, keeping your weight off your ankle as best you can. You cover your cast in a plastic wrap Chan picked up for you.

You’re so glad that the shower has a bench, and you are maybe not very dignified as you sit on it. But that’s okay.

You shampoo, and condition, and soap your body, and go through your whole routine. You push the door open and grab the handle of it, your ankle very much so not happy with you.

You dry yourself off with the towel, putting your underwear and pants on with no problem. Then it’s time for the top.

You glare at it for about four seconds before trying to slip it on. It’s not smooth, and you don’t get anywhere. It’s just sitting in your hand as you sit on the bathroom floor, crying in frustration.

There’s a gentle knock on the door, and Felix’s hesitant voice comes from the other side.

“You okay?” he asks, low voice soothing. “Just checking in.”

You sniffle and give up your dignity. “Can you help me?” 

Felix is silent for a moment. “With what?”

“I- I can’t get my shirt on.” You crumple the stupid thing up and almost throw it at the wall. Almost.

“Okay…” he slowly says. “Are you decent?”

You check that the towel is covering your upper portion before nodding, even though he can’t see you. “Yup.”

The door opens, and Felix steps in, eyes filling with worry as he takes you in. Hair sopping wet, body curled up on the floor, and eyes red from crying. 

“It’s okay,” he gently says, kneeling next to you. Felix eases the shirt from your grasp and smiles at you, all sunshine.

“C- Can you help?” You hiccup and rub at your eyes with your hand. 

Felix studies you for a moment. “Okay… I think I’m going to do your bad arm first.”

You let him maneuver your arm, noting how he keeps his gaze away from any more private areas. You’re very grateful for that.

“Okay, now I’m going to close my eyes and you get your head and other arm through it,” Felix tells you, holding the material away from your previously dislocated shoulder. “It might pull the shirt tight against your arm on this side, so I’ll hold it away.”

You nod, following his instructions, letting him know when you’re finished. He grins at you and stands up, dusting his hands off on his pants.

“Ready to go back to bed?” Felix opens the door wider so he can get you both through it.

“Yeah.” You lean against him, hobbling back to your room. “Can you grab some ice for me? It’s really swollen.”

Felix winces, glancing down at your ankle. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Changbin peeks his head around the corner, clicking his tongue. “Your hair is wet still! I’ll go get a hairdryer.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to.” You scoot across the bed and prop yourself up against the pillows.

“No, we don’t want you getting sick.” Changbin shakes his head and wanders off, as Felix leaves to get ice.

They return at the same time, Changbin with an electrical appliance and Felix with a baggie of frozen liquids.

Yay.

“I could’ve been practising today, but noooo,” you grumble under your breath. “Chan had to be all heroic and all that.”

“What, like you were going to limp through the dance?” Felix scoffs and gives you the ice. “You can barely walk. Your ankle is swollen bigger than Changbin’s biceps.”

“That’s not true!” you and Changbin both exclaim at the same time, before exchanging a glance.

“Just rest,” Felix insists. Changbin hums his agreement and settles next to you to blow dry your hair.

You huff, but allow them to take care of you. But tomorrow, you won’t. Tomorrow, you’re going to the studio.

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“Jeongin and Minho,” Chan says, crossing his arms. “You’re staying today.”

Jeongin grins and bounds over to you, practically vibrating in happiness. “We’re going to have so much fun today!”

Minho watches you carefully, gaze sharp. “Yes. We’ll hang out here together, all day long.”

You scowl at him. Does he know you’re planning to go to the studio?

“All right!” Chan claps his hands. “Everyone to the van! Hyunjin, no! Don’t- Don’t touch that!”

As everyone shuffles off to the van, you attempt to sneak into the crowd. Maybe it’s not the greatest plan, but there’s like eighty people is this house.

Minho grabs you by the back of your shirt, promptly putting an end to your escape attempt. “And where do you think you’re going?”

You smile meekly at him. “Uh… To get some fresh air?”

He smiles wickedly, sending a shiver down your spine. “Good thing I thought ahead, then.”

Which is how you found yourself being pushed down the sidewalk in a wheelchair. 

“How did you even get this?” you demand. 

Minho chuckles darkly, continuing to push you. “I had a feeling you would want some ‘fresh air’.” His voice implies that he knows you were trying to go to the studio. “So this way, you don’t have to worry.”

“Now we can go out and you won’t hurt your ankle!” Jeongin brightly says. “Isn’t that great?”

“Sure.” You slump in the wheelchair and pout. “It’s fantastic.”

“Aw, don’t be sad. Didn’t you want some fresh air?” Minho teases. He points at a tree. “Look, it has leaves!”

You turn around to glower at him. “Very funny. But how am I supposed to get better if I can’t keep my strength up? That means I need to walk on my own. Or dance at the studio with the rest of you.”

Jeongin frowns. “I don’t think that’s how it works. You need rest to fully recover.”

You wiggle your legs a bit, debating whether it’s a good idea to just make a run for it. You really can’t handle this all day.

“Jeongin,” Minho drawls, “do you want a ride too?”

Jeongin perks up, spinning around to look at the both of you. He had been walking ahead, since you and Minho were too slow apparently. “Really?”

“What?” You protest as Jeongin throws himself into your lap. You start to squirm around, trying to get him off. “I didn’t agree to this!”

“Oh, too bad.” Minho pats the top of your head. “But it looks like you aren’t going anywhere anymore, little escape artist.”

“How did you know?” you cry out in outrage. Then you take a deep breath and blink innocently at him. “I mean… What?”

Jeongin wraps his arms around your neck and crosses his legs as if he’s riding sidesaddle. “Push us, Minho!”

Minho sighs and rolls his eyes. “Just make sure no one runs off anywhere. You both know who I’m talking about.”

Jeongin nods and smiles at you before whispering, “He wants to make sure I don’t run off to the circus.” His eyes glint with mischief.

Mingi’s phone buzzes and he stops to answer it. He steps off to the side to speak with whoever it is, and you watch him go.

“Uh,” Jeongin’s voice cuts through your thoughts, “are we moving or is that just me?”

“That’s just you,” you reply without looking. Then you realize that the wheelchair is in fact moving.

Downhill at a rapid speed, in fact.

You scream, causing Jeongin to scream. He clutches you tighter, and you bury your face in his neck.

You can barely see Minho sprinting to catch up, although he’s still a far ways away. His eyes are wide and you can hear curse words flying out of his mouth faster than Jisung can rap.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Jeongin shrieks, shattering your ear drums. “Holy shit!”

“Jeongin!” you scold, scandalized. “Don’t swear!”

Minho’s hands wrap around the handles, and he digs his heels in. The wheelchair slows to a stop and he pants heavily.

You smack Minho’s arm. “Why did you leave us at the top of a hill? You idiot!”

Minho scowls at you as he regains his breath. “You’re lucky I don’t hurt injured people.”

Jeongin shudders. “I- I think I’m going to throw up.”

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This is it. The day you’re going to the studio. Nothing can stop you today.

“Ready for a fun day of relaxing?” Jisung asks as he wanders into your room, grinning from ear to ear. “We’re going to have so much fun!”

You’re not there, however. Instead, you’re hobbling down the hallways as fast as you can. Escape time. In your head, you have spy music going.

“No!” Hyunjin screeches from far behind you. “Jisung! Over here!”

Jisung runs out of your room, eyes landing on you. “Aha! Stop right there!”

You pick up your pace, heading directly for the set of stairs. You hear Hyunjin’s gasp before Jisung is tackling you, and you’re both tumbling down the stairs.

Jisung tries to turn his body so he takes most of the hit, but he fails. You land directly on your recently dislocated shoulder, and feel it pop again.

Tears bubble in the corners of your eyes. “I- I don’t feel good.”

Hyunjin races down to the bottom of the stairs, wincing as he looks at you. “Well… This is what you get for trying to go to the studio.”

You splutter out a sob before Jisung helps you stand. They escort you to the spare vehicle, since apparently Minho took the wheelchair with him, and Hyunjin drives you to the hospital. You get your shoulder shoved back into place before you go back home, sitting in an awkward silence.

“Whoops,” Jisung eventually says. “The doctor seemed nice though.”

“Because I was there for the exact same problem like three days ago!” you snap. You huff and turn away from him to stare out the car window. “She’s worried about severe damage to my joint now. Apparently the more times you dislocate it, the easier it gets to pop it out of place.”

“That’s stupid,” Hyunjin comments. “Your shoulder should get tougher.”

Jisung nods along. “It’s a skill issue. My shoulder has never been dislocated.”

You glare at him. “You’re the one that shoved me down the stairs!”

“Because you tried to get away!” Jisung angrily responds. His cheeks puff out with his ire.

“Enough!” Hyunjin tells. “Don’t make me turn this car around! I’ll make you both get colonoscopies!”

You and Jisung both cross your arms, but wisely remain silent. When you get home, Hyunjin directs you to your room and practically forces you to your bed.

“Wait!” You stop him before you get into your bed. “I want my pyjamas first!”

Hyunjin spins around. “Change.”

You shift between feet. “Can you help me, please?”

Jisung peeks inside, scissors in hand. “I’ve got this!”

“Wait, what?” You frown as he approaches, giggling to himself. Your eyes widen in terror before he cuts through your shirt. “Jisung!”

His back is to you now. “What? I thought you wanted help.”

“It’s ruined!” You mourn the loss of your shirt, gripping the tattered pieces. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You did say that you wanted help,” Hyunjin cuts in. “So…”

“I needed help putting a new one on!” you hiss out. “Whatever. I’ll just wear a robe.”

Jisung blindly hands you one, and you slip it on. You tie it around your waist before climbing into bed. 

“Okay, now sleep,” Hyunjin orders. He flicks the lights off, plunging you into darkness. “Sleeeeep.”

“We could always try hypnotism,” Jisung suggests. “I think I have a pocket watch around somewhere.”

“Why do you have a pocket watch?” Hyunjin wonders.

“No one is hypnotizing me!” You groan and let your eyes shut. “That has dumb idea written all over it. Like you can even hypnotize anyone.”

Jisung turns the lights back on. “Wanna bet?”

“Okay.” You sit up straighter. “If you can hypnotize Hyunjin, I’ll give you my cookie recipe.”

Hyunjin forehead crinkles. “Wait. I didn’t-“

Jisung holds his hand out for you to shake. “Deal. I’ll go find my pocket watch.”

Hyunjin scratches the back of his neck. “What if I don’t want to be hypnotized?”

“Nah, it’s fine.” You wave a hand dismissively. “I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.”

“I absolutely know what I’m doing,” Jisung agrees, wandering back in. He’s carrying a pocket watch that dangles from a gold chain. “Ready?”

Hyunjin hesitantly sits on the edge of your bed, fisting the sheets. “What if this goes wrong and I speak like a chicken for the rest of my life?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“Hurry this up,” you goad. 

Jisung starts to swing it in front of Hyunjin’s eyes. “You’re getting sleepy. Very sleepy. So very sleepy.”

Hyunjin narrows his eyes before sighing, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m still wide awake, but sure.”

“Shut up,” you mutter.

Jisung grins. “You’re sleepy. And, uh, you’re in love with Changbin. You love him deeply.”

You squint at Jisung. “What?”

“You love him, and will do anything for him,” Jisung finishes. “Um… Okay wake up.”

Hyunjin peeks his eyes open, blinking slowly.

“Did it work?” Jisung hopefully asks, clutching the pocket watch tightly.

“You’re a moron.” Hyunjin flicks Jisung’s forehead before facing you again. “Sleep.” He drags Jisung out of the room.

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“So, I know it’s been a very exciting relaxation period, but today we’ll actually get some rest.” Chan fluffs your pillows and picks the tv remote up. “What do you want to watch?”

You him as you think about it. “Put on a k-drama. A romantic, gushy one.”

Chan grins and chooses one for you before heading out the door. “Okay, text me if you need anything.”

You pout. “You’re not going to watch it with me?”

Chan grimaces. “Uh…”

Seungmin laughs. “Come on, Chan! It’s the least you can do since our ninth member is so badly hurt.”

Chan groans, throwing his head back. “Fine. But only if Seungmin has to watch it too.”

Seungmin scowls. “I don’t like that idea.”

“Too bad.” You stick your tongue out at him, smiling as he settles on your left side. Chan curls up on your right, eyes landing on the screen.

“Damn, he’s hot,” you whisper as a man wanders on screen.

Seungmin side-eyes you. “You’re kidding, right?”

You hide your face behind your hands. “No. But don’t judge me!”

Seungmin gestures at the television. “He’s the villain! The insane villain that kills people for fun.”

You duck your head, not wanting eye contact for what you’re about to say. “But… He’s hot.”

“Oh my gosh,” Chan mutters, shaking his head. His face is tinged with disappointment. “If you ever date someone, I’m going to be very suspicious. And scared.”

“He’s a murderer!” Seungmin points again. “He’s crazy! He’s- He’s… Oh, hello.”

Chan’s eyes widen. “Why is he shirtless?”

You smirk. “Because. That’s how these shows work. There’s always a scene with a dude shirtless in a shower.”

“But why?” Seungmin questions. “It’s not important to the plot at all.”

“Shut up,” you snap. “You’re ruining the view.”

Chan shifts, propping himself up on his elbows. “Okay, so who’s the- Wait, why is that guy bleeding? Who is that with the knife?”

“If you’re going to watch with me, you need to be quiet,” you sharply say. You level them both with glares.

“You’re the one that wanted us to watch it with you!” Seungmin exclaims. But his eyes remain glued to the show.

Time goes by, and the show progresses. You finish the first episode before Chan turns the second one on. By now, everyone is in agreement with you that the villain is hot.

“Daddy material,” you say under your breath.

Seungmin side-eyes you once again. “Okay, I wouldn’t go that far.”

“No, I mean it literally.” You pat his arm. “Look at his house. Plenty of room for a nursery. That shoulder? Perfect for burping a baby on. And damn, he even has jingly keys.”

Chan rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Weird, but okay. Are those your standards for men?”

“Jingly keys?” You glance over at him. “No. I have higher standards than that, actually.”

“I should hope so.” Seungmin gets up, sliding off the bed. “I need to go. I’m hungry.”

Chan pauses the show before placing the remote in your nightstand. “Alright, then. I think I’ll get some lunch too, then.” He looks to you. “Want us to make you something?”

“Sure.” You smile softly. “And thanks for taking care of me, guys. It’s… It’s hard for me to accept help.”

“We know.” Chan pats your good shoulder. “Why do you think I had people stay behind?

“Also he was scared that you’d burn the place down,” Seungmin adds.

Taglist:

@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret @hansmic @imeverycliche @iwuberic @strawberryscentedd

this was so funny omg, but also had some really sweet comforting moments, you really bring out the chaos in skz hahaha

Soft Nuzzles - Han Jisung

You had never been a cuddly person. Not with friends, not with family, not even with past partners. Affection, to you, had always been something shown through words or actions – not through the warmth of another person’s embrace.

But then there was Han Jisung.

Dating him had been an adventure from the very beginning. He was playful and bright, a ball of energy that lit up any room he walked into. At first, you worried your differences would be too stark – his love for physical affection versus your instinct to keep your space. But somehow, you made it work. He never pushed, never complained, never pouted when you chose to express love in your own way. He simply accepted it, as he did with everything else.

And yet, somewhere along the way, something changed.

The first time it happened, you hadn’t even realized what you were doing. You were sitting on the couch together, watching a drama, when a wave of something unexplainable washed over you. Before you knew it, you had shifted closer, resting your head against the side of his neck. He had frozen for just a second, startled by the rare gesture, before his lips curved into the softest, most adoring smile. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, his hand in slow, soothing circles along your back.

SO ADORABLE AND TENDER

Forced to Main

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: Hey I’ve been reading your Skz x 9th member fics And wanted to request one where reader used to be the main vocal but got tons of hate during idk maybe maxident era and after gets scared to sing any of her old lines so she like becomes a rapper and doesn’t get much lines anymore

“Are you sure you don’t want to take these lines?” Chan asks, looking up from his laptop. He’s wearing his usual soft smile, dimples forming at the corners.

“I’m sure.” You scroll through your feed, liking a post. “Rapping is fine.”

After the hateful comments you received during the MAXIDENT era, you took a backseat. You had cried for hours over the harsh words the media said about you. Now you refuse to do anything except rap, not wanting to be exposed to the cruel spotlight.

“It’s just…” Chan shifts and types something in, keys clacking. “We don’t have a lot of rapping lines. And they get taken by the others, so you don’t get a lot of lines.”

“I’m okay with it.” You stand up, slipping your phone in your pocket. “Are we done now?”

Chan sighs and shrugs. “I guess so. I’ll send you the lines so that you can prep for recording.”

“Sounds great.” You turn your back to him and go out the door, not catching the expression on his face. 

You wander down to the dance studio, where Hyunjin and Minho are working on a new dance. You watch them from the doorway, a small smile on your lips.

Hyunjin glanced up, rubbing at his buzzed hair. “Oh, what are you doing here?”

“I have nothing else to do.” You wander inside, noticing the glance they share with each other. “What? What’s that look for?”

Minho rolls out his shoulders, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “The others are working on voices right now. Why don’t you join them?”

“I don’t have my lines yet.” You shake your head. “Chan’s figuring something out for my rap verse.”

Hyunjin brightens. “Oh! What if you take some of the main vocals! Remember you used to do that?”

You chew the inside of your cheek. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Minho questions. He reaches for his water bottle and uncaps the top. “You used to do it, and you’re good at it.”

“No, I’m not good,” you firmly say. “And I’m just going to rap.”

Hyunjin frowns, but doesn’t push the matter further. He switches topics, eyes flicking to Minho before back to you. “Did you want to help us with this dance then?”

Minho swallows his sip of water before placing the bottle down. “There’s a lift we need to work on.”

“A lift?” you repeat. “Uh, I guess. Who am I lifting?”

Hyunjin scoffs. “Oh, please. I’m buffer than you.”

You narrow your eyes. “Let’s arm wrestle. Loser gets lifted.”

Minho chuckles darkly, almost menacingly. “I want to see this.”

There’s a table set up in the corner, so the three of you gather around it. You and Hyunjin face off, with Minho being the referee. You struggle for a minute before he slams your arm down.

You flex your wrist, feeling spasms of your old wrist injury. “Okay, fine. Lift me.”

Minho and Hyunjin get into position, holding their hands out for you to step on. You stabilize yourself with your hands on their shoulders, wobbling slightly as they push you upwards.

“Okay,” Minho says, “now carefully-“

You fall.

Your injured wrist catches the most of your weight with a sickening crunch.

Hyunjin gags, covering his eyes. “That’s- Oh my gosh!”

Your eyes water at the pain, clutching it with your other hand. “I- It really hurts.”

Minho kneels next to you, eyebrows pinched with concern. “Yeah… Hyunjin, go get Chan.”

“It hurts.” You whimper as Minho gently touches your wrist. He retracts his hand and awkwardly pats his back.

“This is entirely your fault,” he tells you, much to your outrage.

“What?” you exclaim, pain momentarily forgotten. “How the hell is this my fault?”

“You lost to Hyunjin.” Minho points his chin to the table where the arm wrestling had occurred. “If you had won, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Chan hurries in with wide eyes, Hyunjin and a first aid attendant behind him. He motions to you and the first aid attendant bustles over to you. Your wrist is examined and you’re told to go to the hospital.

“I’ll drive you,” Chan says, patting himself down. He locates his phone (in his pocket as usual) and messages the rest of the group. “Minho, Hyunjin, go home and prepare dinner,” Chan orders. “We’ll get there as soon as we can.”

Hyunjin nods. “Will do. Uh, does preparing dinner mean getting food delivered?”

Chan waves a hand at them, shooing you out the door. “Sure. Whatever.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You broke your wrist, and are in a cast. It won’t be off in time for an upcoming performance, which means you can’t do your choreography. Yours includes a lot of hand movements, and you can’t exactly do that now.

Felix perks up on the couch. “What about if she takes the main vocals? It doesn’t have any hand motions.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Jisung says with a mouthful of dinner, which was not homemade. “Seungmin is good at rapping and could take over.”

Seungmin shrugs. “I’d be okay with it.”

Everyone faces you, and your stomach sinks. This is it. What you had been dreading.

“I’m not sure,” you warily say. “I’m not the best at it.”

“What are you talking about?” Changbin lifts the corner of his lip. “You’re great. I don’t know why you took rapping when you’re amazing at main vocal.”

You shift in your seat, glaring at your cast. Everyone had tried to sign it and you had barely kept them away.

“Give it a try?” Jeongin pleads. He blinks slowly, making sure to be as adorable as possible. “Pretty please?”

Damn him and his cuteness.

“Fine,” you relent, sighing heavily. You scowl at him and he just smiles pleasantly. “I’ll do it.”

Chan stands up, placing his hands on his hips. “Great. Now that it’s settled, we’ll practise this new arrangement tomorrow. I want everyone up at seven, and in the van by eight.”

You get to your feet, wanting to go hide in your room. Felix is watching you with a knowing look that makes you want to bury your face in a pillow so he can’t force the truth out of you.

“Wait,” Felix says before you can escape. “Is there a reason you think you’re not good enough for main vocals?”

You duck your head, avoiding eye contact. “No.”

“That wasn’t very convincing,” Seungmin remarks. “You suck at lying.”

You whip your head up to glower at him. “If my arm wasn’t broken I’d-“

“You’d what?” Seungmin taunts. He snickers to himself. “You’re too scared to sing any of your old lines.”

Your expression crumbles, and everyone sucks in a breath. You sink back onto the couch as tears bubble into the corners of your eyes.

“Too far,” Jeongin murmurs to Seungmin.

Seungmin lifts his chin. “I’m not wrong. Or are you going to lie again?”

“You’re not wrong,” you admit bitterly. “I’m scared.”

Hyunjin scoots closer to you on the couch. “We’re talking about the assholes that said you couldn’t hit the high notes, right?”

You sniffle and wipe at your face. “Yeah.”

“Well have they ever hit the high notes?” Jisung raises an eyebrow. “No. Their opinions aren’t worth shit.”

Chan smiles softly at you, handing you a box of tissues. “That’s right. Although I would’ve said it in nicer words.” He shoots Jisung and Hyunjin pointed looks. “The only opinion that matters is yours.”

“And mine,” Seungmin adds. “And I think you’re fantastic.”

Changbin holds out his arms. “Hug?”

You nod and let him envelop you in a warm embrace. Your eyes droop from the stress of everything, and he notices.

“Bedtime?” Changbin suggests. 

You peel away. “Yeah, I’ll go off to bed now. Goodnight, everyone.”

“Sorry about your broken wrist,” Minho calls after you as you go up the stairs. “It’s Hyunjin’s fault.”

You hear Hyunjin’s muffled cries of protest as the others start scolding him for dropping you. You smile, ready to sing your old lines again.

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@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret @hansmic @imeverycliche @iwuberic

smashed it again, you always have this perfect blend of playfulness and heart at the same time ahhh <3

ARMS ARMS ARMS

TAG GAME: sleepover addition!

Show your pajamas, the food/snack you will bring, and the movie/show you’re going to beg everyone to watch!

Anyone can join btw💗💗

Tags (no pressure): @bernardsbendystraws @thenickgirl @snoopychris

Tagssss — @lovesturni0l0s @annasturns @mattsbratt333 @chrissturniolossidebitch @darksturnz

wait this is so cuteeee i’ve never been to an actual sleepover!!

— tags just bcs :) @sturnberries @sturnsrecord @ch0llies @yall-mothafuckas-need-misha @delilahsturniolo

thank you for the tag!!

just watched my fault london- i recommend!! i think it’s actually better than culpa mia 🫣

no pressure tags: @mattsobvimyfav @y3sterdaysproblem @idefinitelyhateu @madisonnxtdoor22 @sturniolohohoho @mattsturnii @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan

TYY for the tag <33

tagss!! - @mattsglassezx @chrislilcumslvt @chrepsi @evansturn @hjvi @stir-knee-oh-lowx @xiaslvr @leahsmain888 @lailasnight

ty for the tag babee

want me someone to watch twd with 😞

npt – @felix-my-sunshine-aussie-boy02 @dyocidio @rhionapp @sturniolotoast @matthewsangel @norasafterglow @minivankids ♡

I didn’t know how to put them in the line together but anyway…

@multi-stays @turtledove824 @xokairenxo @bang-chan-my-man @elliedafish @evansturn

someone watch with me☹️

Oh sweetness, I am there! 🍿🍿🍿

Yes, we are watching all 9, no I will not compromise.

@itsseohannbin @amyyscorner @bokkiesplace @jinnie-ret @imagine-a-life-like-this @lelestarmy @atinyniki @maeleelee grab your pj's!

ty for the tag lovely! this movie night looks great icl, and I must admit I haven't watched all of the star wars and it's something I need to do ahaha

here is my movie night <3

cosy purple pyjamas, best colour. chips with garlic mayo because yum. and the darkest minds because it's such an underrated film and I could watch it over and over again. sad they didn't continue with more films :(

sorry if you've already been tagged! Np tags: @skz-streamer @kiwihrt @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @lovingchan @astraysimp @lixie-phoria @royal-shinigami @yangbbokari @thisrandomgoofy15 @lieslab @arumlilyeclipse @writingforstraykids @skzoologist @thevampywolf @i-dared-myself

pinterest tag game

how does pinterest see you?

search: fashion, pantone, movie, food and use the first image

thanks for the tag @wwwdotpinkprincessdotcom :)

tags: @111clem111 @n0t-h3r3-anym0r3 @v3hementvelvet @lastfoxalive @yu-littleleaves @demonanaangel @sea-foam-boy @r4z0rberry @candidcarcass + open tags ♡

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i love how Bowie is here for no reason.

@you-know-that-i-bought-it @cinnamon-notes

@arboreal-stop @mikewhoreler @theannoyeddragon82 @impossiblekittydelusion @synnodium @mqstermindswift @finleyforevermore @coco6420 @elliedafish @spraypaintstainonawhitewall @thequeerforest @screamingfrenchfries

Thank you for the tag, apologies for missing the last like 10. Half are probaly buried in my drafts partly done lol.

Accurate, except for the movie. I only recognize it because rsl (dr wilson) was apparently in it when he was younger lol. Could not tell you the plot or even his character's name.

@shxxmisafreak @cannibalisticcorpse @greghousepogging @queen-of-hobgobblers

@minty-cheese @shua-f4lmings @theusernameiwantisntavailable

I’ve never watched mean girls haha, but the outfit is so me.

npt: @kyeomwoo, @horangslay, @atinyniki, @hyuuukais, @give-me-your-heart

sigh… i wish i could dress like that.

thank you @hyuuukais and @shua-f4lmings for the tagsss :3

no pressure tags: @skzoologist @writingforstraykids @galaxycatdrawz @silverstarburst @cham3li @theo4eve :3

Thank you for the tag, sunshine☺️

No pressure tags: @jinnie-ret @skzoologist @lilmisssona @james-is-here @miuracha @aaa-sia @chqnverse @chrizzztopherbang @queer-possum

Thank you for the tag Nat! So fun this is! 🫶

Pinterest kinda does know me well ig 🤭 If only the color of the outfit can be changed to pastel it'll be great!

No pressure tags: @jinnie-ret @skzoologist @silverstarburst @galaxycatdrawz @livelovelaughmiko @jeonginsleftcheek

thank you for tagging me!!! this is so fun ok ok

Np tags (ignore if you've already been tagged or do it again if you want I don't make the rules lol): @skz-streamer @kiwihrt @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @lovingchan @astraysimp @lixie-phoria @royal-shinigami @turtledove824 @yangbbokari @thisrandomgoofy15 @lieslab @arumlilyeclipse

you just have to search: fashion, pantone, movie, food and use the first image

I feel like mine is definitely not my aesthetic but it's cool to see that I have some similar ones to other people in this reblog chain!

Protect and Attack

Minho x reader

Requested by @strawberryscentedd :Can you maybe do a cute oneshot about minho or chan teaching his gf self defense tips and practicing w her bc she's going on a trip soon and he's like i must teach you to protecc

I chose Minho, cuz he’s my bias (For today). Sue me.

Disclaimer: I am Canadian 

“Excuse me?” you ask as Minho as he shuts your front door behind him. You had opened it only for him to immediately march inside. 

“You’re going to Canada?” Minho demands. “Without me?”

You blink at him. “What? Well you’re on tour at the time so I figured it would be a great chance for me to travel too.”

Minho huffs and crosses his arms. “What if something happens and I’m not there?”

“What would ever happen?” You cross your arms across your chest and level him with a glare. “And I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.”

Minho scoffs. “Have you met a Canadian? They’re all axe-wielding maniacs.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Okay, that’s a stereotype. And they’re also really nice. Like, painfully nice.”

Minho raises a single eyebrow. “Look who’s playing into stereotypes now.”

“I’ll be fine!” You turn away from him and return to stuffing things into your suitcase. “Jeez…”

Minho’s voice softens as he speaks next. “You know I think that, I just- I don’t like it when I’m not around. I hate leaving you when I go on tour, and you’re going to an entirely different continent.”

You grab yet another pair of socks, not wanting to be cold on your trip. “I know. And I’ll be fine.”

“Still,” Minho says, causing you to sigh heavily, “you should at least know what to do in an emergency.”

“Like what?” You glance over your shoulder to look at him. “What kind of emergency could there possibly be?”

“You get mugged. Or kidnapped.” Minho tugs at his hair, quickly spiraling into insane assumptions. “They sell you to the devil! They force you to pick a new bias!”

“Woah.” You place a hand on his arm to calm him, gently pulling his hands away from his hair. “It’s okay. No one is kidnapping me, and no one is going to make me pick a new bias. Why would they even want that?”

Minho takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. “I guess you’re right. There’s no way you would pick a bias other than me.”

You smile softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’ll be fine. I’m only gone for a week.”

Minho slouches. “Fine. But I better get photos.”

You grin and pat his cheek patronizingly. “Sure, Ho.”

“Excuse me?” Minho arches an eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”

“It’s a nickname!” You dart away before he can grab you. You barely dodge his outstretched arms. “Because your name is Minho so-“

“You’re not calling me that!” He tries again to capture you and bring you to justice, but you evade him once again. “Get back here you little-“

You shriek as his arms wrap around your torso, clutching you tightly. “Please! Have mercy!”

Minho chuckles darkly and drags you to the bed, throwing you across it. He comes up from behind and presses his knee into the small of your back. “If you can get free, I’ll let you go with no consequences. This is your chance to show me you’ll be safe in Canada, the godless land of Bigfoots.”

“Bigfeet,” you correct with a breathless giggle.

His knee’s pressure increases. “What?”

“Bigfeet,” you repeat, squirming away. “It’s not foots, it’s feet.”

“Unless there’s only one Bigfoot,” Minho thoughtfully says. “It would be a singular noun then.”

“If Bigfoot is even real.” You try and swing a leg out at him, but don’t have enough leverage. It just makes him laugh a little.

“You’re not leaving me very confident in your ability to escape danger,” Minho dryly says. “Come on, try harder. Don’t be afraid to hurt me; I can take it.”

You reach up blindly with your hands behind you, scrambling for anything you can grab. Nothing brushes your fingers, so you hit them on the sheets in frustration.

“Whats going on here?” Chan asks, voice dripping with disapproval. “Minho! Get off of her!”

Minho leaps back, eyes wide. “It’s not what it looks like! And what are you even doing here?”

Felix pops up from behind him. “We were coming over for dinner, remember? A goodbye dinner before the tour and the Canada trip?”

“You knew about the trip and didn’t tell me?” Minho demands. 

“What were you doing to her?” Hyunjin questions instead of answering. 

“Trying to get her to prove that she’ll be fine on her own,” Minho spits out. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Ho,” you say, leaning your head on Minho’s shoulder. “They’re just concerned. I know you’re mad I didn’t tell you about the trip earlier, but take that out on me and not them.”

Seungmin scowls. “Am I not getting dinner tonight? Because I cancelled with my other friends for this.”

“Other friends?” Jeongin asks, lower lip sticking out with hurt. “Why haven’t I heard of them?”

“I have a life, you know,” Seungmin tiredly says. 

“You’re right,” Minho carefully says to you. “I should take it out on you, and not them.”

“That sounds weirdly sexual,” Jisung chimes in.

Minho suddenly puts you in a headlock, ruffling your hair. “Ha! Try and get out of this!”

“Step on his foot!” Changbin cheers. “Throw him over your shoulder!”

You kick the inside of Minho’s foot. When he winces and adjusts his stance, you lunge to the side and break out of his hold.

“Yass! Slay!” Jisung whoops.

“Ew.” Jeongin grimaces. “Never say that again.”

Hyunjin tosses imaginary hair over his shoulder. “I’m the only one here who slays.”

Chan rubs at his face. “This is gonna be a thing now, isn’t it?”

“Tackle him!” Felix shouts at you. “Get him before it’s too late!”

You hesitantly throw yourself at Minho, knocking him to the floor. He produces an Oof sound that makes you feel slightly guilty, but you push it aside.

Bigfoot wouldn’t show weakness, so neither can you.

“Finish him!” Jisung screams wildly.

Changbin shuffles awkwardly. “Okay, maybe don’t finish him. We do need him.”

Minho sits up and rubs his chest. “Okay. You’ll survive in Canada.”

You pump your fists in victory. “Yes!”

“But,” Minho continues, “I want constant updates. Photos, texts, etcetera.”

“Deal.” You stick out a hand for him to shake. 

“And I want a souvenir,” he adds. 

“Give me some money?” You bat your eyes at him, holding out a hand.

He sighs and forks over a spare credit card.

“But nothing weird. Or expensive.”

“Buy him a whole polar bear,” Seungmin mutters as he leaves, presumably to hang out with his other friends.

You grin at Minho, who immediately shakes his head, ruining all of your hopes and dreams.

“You’re the worst, Ho,” you grumble, tucking the credit card into your pocket.

Minho jumps at you again, wrestling you to the floor. “I dare you to call me that again!”

Felix sighs and heads out the door, holding it open for the others. “Let’s just go find takeout.”

You watch as they all exit, leaving you alone with Minho. He’s currently trying to wrangle your hands behind your back, and you squirm.

“Ho!” you taunt as you stand up, rushing to the door. “My little Ho!”

Minho chases after you angrily, a lethal glint to his eyes. But you’re not worried. You know he won’t actually hurt you.

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret @hansmic @imeverycliche

hahaha when the members turned up that made it even more funny haha, you've got such a good way of adding humour to fics, love it

Pairing: Ot8!Skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: Ot8 skz and their s/o mornings together

Warnings: mentions of food, skinship, established relationship

A/n: posting this as a reminder I still exist 😭 | Daily click

this is so so soft and I adore that 🫶 Felix's one is so so him, they're all so them

B4

Stray Kids x reader

In which you’re accidentally kidnapped by Stray Kids

Cw: Reader gets kidnapped (on accident) and kidnapped (on purpose) and stabbed (but there’s no gore in this) and everyone is an idiot (term of endearment)

Places get crowded sometimes. It’s part of life. It’s a struggle to remain with your group as you fight through the swathes of people.

You’re lucky that you travel alone.

Except when you get pickpocketed and your wallet is stolen. That’s not a great part of travelling alone.

So you sit at the airport, waiting for your flight to be called. You’re so very excited to go home, and your leg bounces in barely contained excitement.

A voice rings out over the announcement speakers. “All passengers for flight-“

And you tune it out. It’s not important to you so you don’t care.

You check that your passport is in your pocket, once again. Your wallet isn’t there (since you were pickpocketed) and your phone is on the other side. Maybe you’re paranoid for checking every single minute, but you can’t help it after getting your wallet stolen.

The board of flight departure times catches your eye. Numbers flash and information slides down the screen.

Your stomach drops.

You check your boarding ticket before looking at the screen again.

That’s your flight. Your plane is at a different gate, currently going through the last boarding stages.

You jump to your feet and grab your suitcase. The wheels catch on something that makes it wobble to the side, throwing you off balance. But you persevere and keep running.

All of a sudden, a crowd forms. You can’t tell for what reasons, but now they’re in your way.

Someone in this mob probably has a cold, so you’re glad you’re wearing a mask. And a hoodie pulled up over your head can’t hurt either. You really don’t want strangers coughing on you.

People are yelling and cameras are flashing. You wonder briefly if there’s a politician or a celebrity before pushing the thought away.

You need to focus on getting to your gate.

You can see B4 up ahead and start sprinting. Well, sprinting as much as you can through all the people. Bodies are smushed to each other so tightly it’s a miracle you can still breathe.

Then a hand is wrapped around your bicep and you’re yanked to the side.

Someone in a mask and baggy hoodie starts muttering to you in… Korean you’re fairly certain. Yes. It’s Korean.

You try and pull away, but his grip is strong. You can see his eyes wrinkle in confusion before you’re being dragged along behind him.

You look around wildly to see if anyone has noticed this, because you’re getting fucking kidnapped.

“You little-” You struggle in his grasp again and kick at him. He grunts in annoyance and glances over as if you’re insane.

Another man walks over, blocking you in on your other side. He grabs your other wrist and takes your luggage in his free hand.

He bend down and whispers something in your ear, and it’s Korean, and you don’t understand. What is he saying? Is it a threat?

His tone seems mildly irked but not majorly so.

Is this the Korean mafia? Have they come to get you?

You start to hyperventilate, because what the fuck? You don’t know anything about the Korean mafia.

You only know a little bit about the Italian mafia. They smoke a bunch of cigars and drink whiskey. They have tattoos and wears suits and… You’re thinking of Wattpad mafia boyfriends.

Are they going to force you to harvest weed? What does the mafia even do?

You’re feeling lightheaded as you exit the airport. Your little trio is headed to a van in the parking lot.

A van.

You yelp and try to express to them that kidnapping you is a mistake. You thrash against them and try to bite them, but you’re wearing the stupid mask.

They shove you into the van, muttering angrily in Korean. The vehicle’s doors slam shut and they slump in their seats.

You take a deep breath, looking around at the eight other men. They don’t seem to pay any attention to you, bickering and rolling around. Everything’s being spoken in Korean and you want out of this insanity.

You want to go home and not be kidnapped, thank you very much.

You curl inwards, hyperventilating. This is bad. This is very bad. 

The man next to you seems to catch on to your distress, patting your back comfortingly. He says something softly to you, before reaching around you for the seatbelt.

Your head lolls to the side as you try not to pass out. It’s definitely a struggle considering the spots dancing in your vision. The ringing in your ears is a bad sign too.

The man brushes some of his strands of black hair from his face, leaning over you. He yells something at the driver, who glances back worriedly.

Your tongue feels heavy and you don’t remember if the pounding in your ears is normal. Are you supposed to always hear your heartbeat?

The car comes to a slow stop at the side of a road, and you’re gently brought down to the floor. The driver hops into the back and slips your mask off as someone else rolls your hood away.

They all gasp.

You blink at them in a daze.

They start shouting in Korean, slapping each other and then screaming and pointing fingers at you. The driver is pressing the palms of his hands into his head and groaning.

Then someone with long black hair kneels next to you, asking you a question. When you just stare at him, he switches to English.

“Who are you?” he asks, eyebrows knit together.

“Who the fuck are you?” you spit back. You scramble away, chest heaving. “I’ve been kidnapped by the mafia and no one’s ever going to find my body!”

A man with blonde hair buzzed close to his scalp snorts. “So they’re not a Stay that snuck in.”

“I’m not staying here!” you snap. “Let me go home!”

“How did this happen?” the driver inquires. 

“They just kidnapped me and took me here!” You point accusingly at the two men responsible. “Can someone just tell me what’s going on here?”

“We didn’t kidnap her!” One of them throws his arms up as the others glare at him. “We thought she was with us and wandered off!”

You lift your head off the ground to glower at him. “Can I go home now? Or at least back to the airport?”

The driver sighs. “I’m so sorry about everything. I’m Chan.”

He introduces you to the others, explaining that they’re in a rush to get to their hotel. Apparently they have a concert the next day, and they’re on a world tour. But they promise to bring you back in time to catch your flight.

You groan. “I’ve actually missed my flight by now. It’s okay. Just… I’ll find a hotel for tonight and then book a flight home for tomorrow.”

Felix shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “We’re so sorry, again. Just please don’t tell anyone? It could ruin our image if we kidnapped someone. Don’t tell our company because they might let us go for this.”

Jisung frowns. “You think it’s that bad?”

Seungmin levels him with a stare. “We took a human being. That’s pretty bad.”

You sit up and wave a hand dismissively. “It’s all water under the bridge. Although I’m still mad about it, I just won’t tell anyone.”

Chan lets out a sigh of relief as he climbs back into the driver’s seat.  “Thank you so much. We’ll bring you with us to our hotel. You can find a room there.”

The rest of the drive goes by in uncomfortable silence. You’re distantly aware of the fact that you’ve now consented to your kidnapping. You should probably text your family and tell them that you’ll be late home.

You’re disappointed to discover that your phone is dead. You should have charged it earlier, but it had slipped your mind.

So you slip your device back into your pocket and cross your arms. You can’t even play a game on your phone to pass the time.

“So… How was your trip?” Joengin awkwardly asks you.

“It was okay.” You shrug and pull your hoodie tighter around yourself. “I just really want to go home.”

Felix winces. “Right. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You fix your gaze on your hands, just wanting this to be over with.

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The hotel is nice enough, and you’re glad you don’t have to get the room yourself. Chan uses his credits card in your room, apologizing profusely for everything.

Honestly, you just feel numb. It’s a weird situation and you just hope there’s a phone charger.

The hotel room does not come with one, so you go down to the front desk. 

“Excuse me?” You fidget with your hands. “Is there somewhere that I can buy a phone charger?”

You’re pointed to the gift shop, and are horrified to discover how expensive it is. And you don’t have enough money for this. Your wallet is gone due to it being stolen, and your phone is dead.

“Great,” you mutter, shaking your head. Your stomach rumbles loudly enough for you to sigh.

Maybe there’s food in your room?

You turn on your heel and go back to the elevator, pressing the up button. You only have to wait a couple of seconds before the door slides aside with a beep.

You step inside, reaching for the button. You press the one for your floor and rub at your face tiredly.

A foot prevents the door from shutting all the way, and Minho slips inside. He wordlessly inputs which floor he wants before stepping to the side.

You shift between legs nervously, flicking your eyes over to him. His face is tilted downwards to his phone, thumbs typing away.

You watch the numbers change, just waiting for your floor. You want out of this elevator and to your room. You want to eat and nap.

Your stomach growls again, and you pretend you don’t hear it.

Minho coughs awkwardly. “There’s a restaurant on the first floor.”

“Okay,” you say. Your hands go into your pockets as you try to look nonchalant.

He pins you down with a suspicious stare. “Where are you going?”

You swallow, too embarrassed to admit that you’re returning to your room. “To bed.”

The doors open and shut, but you both remain inside the elevator. It’s silent except for the deceptively cheery music playing quietly on the speakers.

He raises an eyebrow. His arm goes limp and his phone drops to his side. “Really?”

You smile sheepishly. “Do you… Can I use your phone to call someone please?”

Minho hesitates. “Who are you calling?”

“My friend,” you truthfully tell him. “I need to let someone know that I’ll be home late.”

He shakes his head. “Use your own phone.”

“It’s dead,” you admit softly. You chew the inside of your cheek. “I- I think I lost my charger somewhere, and my phone. And I don’t have any money to buy a new one and- and-“

Minho sighs and forks over his phone, keypad already pulled up. “Make it quick.”

You nod and plug in your friend’s number. It immediately goes to voicemail, so you know she’s probably ignoring a call from a strange number.

“Hey,” you say to the voicemail. “It’s me. Um, I missed my flight, but I have a hotel for the night. I hope to be home soon, but I- I can’t afford a ticket home right now. I got pickpocketed, but I’ll be okay.”

You hang up and give the device back to its owner, bobbing your head in gratitude.

He rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek as the doors ding. “This is your floor.”

“Right.” You step into the hallway, glancing back at him. “Thank you.”

Minho leans down to press a button. 

You trudge back to your room, sliding the fob in with a click. The door pushes open easily, and you’re greeted with the sad sight of your one piece of luggage.

You collapse on the clean, white tiles and break into sobs. You’re stuck here with no way home. Your phone is dead, you have a place to stay for one night and one night only, and you’re practically broke.

You’re just glad no one’s around to witness your pathetic moment. You’re certain that your tears aren’t pretty, mixing with the snot on your face.

You’re certain that stand up and wobble off to the bathroom, using tissues to wipe your face clean. You sniffle and wander to the bed, throwing yourself on it. You’re so exhausted from the day that you can feel your eyes shutting of their own accord.

Then a knock rips you from what was about two seconds of sleep. You huff and march over to the door, ripping it open furiously.

Chan stands there, smiling gently. “How are you doing?”

“Good.” You wipe at your face with your sleeves. “Was just going to bed.”

“It’s… seven,” Chan slowly says, as if you aren’t aware of that.

“I know that,” you sharply say before taking a deep breath. “What do you want?”

“I just had a chat with Minho, who told me about what he overheard.” Chan’s forehead creases in concern. “You got pickpocketed?”

You pick at the hem of your hoodie. “Some crook took my wallet. My cash, credit cards, drivers license… I’m going to have to deal with that when I get home.”

Chan frowns. “How are you getting home?”

You swallow thickly. “Uh, I’m hoping to find a phone charger and sort everything out. But it looks like that isn’t happening.”

“What?” Chan pinches the bridge of his nose. “Okay, why don’t you come to my room? We can talk and figure stuff out. I have a charger too.”

“Yes please,” you eagerly agree. You scamper after him as he leads the way to his room, where the others are already gathered.

“What’re they doing here?” Hyunjin narrows his eyes at you. 

Chan doesn’t pay him much mind, shuffling off to his suitcase. He rummages through it for a moment before bringing you a charger.

“Thank you.” You plug it into the nearest outlet, attaching your phone with the cable. You sit on the ground next to it, watching the red flashing of the battery symbol.

Changbin groans. “I’m going back to my room to sleep. See you all in the morning.”

Jisung murmurs something drowsily before trailing after him. Minho and Seungmin say their farewells as well before exiting.

Felix yawns and stretches out on his bed. He props himself up on his elbows as he looks down at you. “That restaurant was cool, wasn’t it? The glass chandelier was all sparkly.”

You force a smile. “I didn’t get a chance to eat.”

Jeongin pops up from somewhere with an armful of snacks. You don’t know where he came from or how he has them all, but you’re grateful for them as you munch away.

“Why don’t you come with us to the concert tomorrow?” Chan suggests. “Then afterwards, we can figure out how to get you home. We’re going to the airport anyways and can buy you a plane ticket.”

You lean your head back on the wall, chewing on a chocolate bar. “I’m not sure… I don’t want to be a bother.”

“We literally kidnapped you,” Hyunjin points out. “You’re not a bother to us, we’re a bother to you.”

“Please?” Jeongin begs. He hangs upside down from a bed, hair dangling.

“Fine,” you reluctantly agree. “But airport right after?”

Felix snorts. “The morning after. The concert will go late, and then we’ll drag ourselves in exhaustion to the hotel.”

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A box is thrust into your hands by a man, who starts speaking Korean at you. You blink in confusion, not sure how to tell him you don’t understand.

Then he’s pointing away to the hallway, and you nod.

You make it about three feet before glancing back, but he’s gone. The box has something written- in Korean- and you don’t know where to take it.

Seungmin darts by, makeup and hair done. He pauses to look down at you, tilting his head. “What are you doing?”

“I was given this.” You hold the box up for his inspection. “Do you know where this goes?”

“Yeah, the dressing room. Why do you have that?” he questions.

You shrug. “No idea. 

Seungmin sighs, but takes it from your grasp. He leads you to the dressing room, where there’s a swarm of people. Most of them are stylists, working on the remaining members.

“I’ll just… go,” you say. “Chan managed to get me somewhere to sit for the concert. I have to get there soon.”

Seungmin smiles gently at you. “Have fun, okay? And sorry about the whole thing.”

“It’s fine,” you say for the billionth time. You turn on your heel and go to find your seat.

The concert goes by wonderfully. Although you don’t know any of the words to the songs, or most of the references they make. The crowd is amazing, though. There’s so much good energy and joyful people.

It comes to an end before you know it, and you exit the venue. You were told that they’d come pick you up after, so you stand out on the street.

There’s a voice and you ignore it. It’s no one you know and nothing you care about.

Then a hand is wrapped around your forearm and you’re being dragged away. For a moment you think it’s one of Stray Kids, but one glance at this man’s face tells you it’s not.

He sneers at you and says something in… Is that Italian?

“Holy shit,” you whisper. “It’s come full circle.”

The Italian mafia has finally come for you. You’re about to be whisked away to a mansion, and an attractive man with serious daddy issues is going to make you swoon.

Then you realize that this is a serious threat to your life.

You dig your heels into the concrete, trying to get enough traction to escape. Unfortunately it absolutely does not work and you’re still being kidnapped.

“What the fuck’s going on out here?” Changbin demands. Jisung and Felix are behind him, all of them watching as you’re taken by the Italian mafia.

“Pardon?” The man gripping your arm raises an eyebrow. “Qu’est que vous voulez?”

Changbin rolls out his shoulders, flexing his hands. “Step away.”

The man wrangles so you’re in front of his body. He pulls a pocketknife out from somewhere, holding it to your throat.

Felix spreads his legs slightly, adjusting his stance. “I have to warn you, I’m a black belt.”

“If anyone’s gonna kidnap her, it’s us!” Jisung yells, before deflating. “I mean…”

You wince as the blade presses harder to your neck. “Guys, do something! The Italian mafia is after me!”

“Actually, I think he’s speaking French,” Felix corrects. 

“Very helpful!” You glare at him. Your body is jostled as the man takes another step backwards. 

“Why would the mafia want you?” Jisung questions. “Are you a,” he lowers his voice, “gang member?”

“What?” You narrow your eyes. “Just deal with this guy!”

He’s muttering frantic French in your ear as he slowly drags you away. The flickering streetlights illuminate the drop of blood dripping down from your throat.

It rolls down and falls into your shirt, staining it red. You can feel Felix’s gaze on it before flicking up to your face when you whimper.

“One last chance,” Changbin threatens. “I don’t care if you only speak French. You should know that I’m about to beat you up.”

“And I’ll help!” Jisung attempts to appear menacing, but only puffs his cheeks out further. He just looks adorable if anything.

Focus, you tell yourself.

What happens next is a blur. You’re vaguely aware of the three of them lunging for your captor. You’re also distantly aware of the knife as it plunges into your stomach.

“Holy shit,” you mutter, grasping at the hilt. Changbin is pinning the man down while Felix calls for an emergency service.

Jisung kneels next to you, lip wobbling. “Don’t go to the light! You’ll be okay!”

You can see Death waiting for you, his hand stretched outwards for you. His wings are splayed, beautiful feathers blocking the gentle light of the moon.

Then Felix plucks the knife out of your grip. “It’s a prop knife.” He demonstrates how it sinks into the handle. “You haven’t been stabbed.”

“Oh.” You sit up and dust yourself off. “Thanks then.”

Changbin wrestles your assailant, keeping him to the ground. “I’ve got this handled, don’t even worry. No, I’m fine.”

Jisung helps you get to your feet. “It’s a relief you’re not dying. That would’ve sucked.”

“Ready to go to the hotel room?” Felix asks. “We’re getting you home tomorrow.”

“I’m very ready,” you answer. “These last two days have been weird.”

But you’re glad that you missed your flight.

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this is hilarious hahaha love it

Step by Step

Pairing: Minho x 9th member gn!Reader

Word Count: 2181

Summary: Minho's whole purpose is based on his dancing ability. When an injury slows him down he draws back from everyone until Chan sends you his way to get him back.

Warnings/Tags: 9th member fic, angst, fluff, self doubt

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Minho was born to dance.

From the moment he first stepped into a studio, it became his second home, the rhythm of music entwined with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Every movement was precise, every routine a masterpiece, crafted with the kind of dedication that only came from true love for the art. And for as long as you had known him, that fire had burned unshakable.

Until the accident.

It happened in an instant, a moment so brief yet devastatingly permanent. One mistimed landing, one sharp cry of pain, and suddenly, the invincible Lee Minho was reduced to someone broken. The doctors assured him he would recover, but the damage had already been done-not just to his body, but to something far more fragile: his confidence.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and though his body healed, his soul remained fractured. He refused to return to the studio, refused to do so much as talk about dancing, leaving Hyunjin and Felix to figure out your newest moves by themselves. He stayed away from the studio, not really seeing the use in recording new songs when he wouldn't be able to perform them on stage - which drove first Changbin and then Jisung crazy, whilst Chan worried too much for his own good. And what was even worse - he pushed everyone away. Even you. You, his fellow dancer who had always admired him the most.

But you weren’t about to let him go so easily. Not when your maknae had asked you to check on Min, not when Chan had told you, you were their last hope.

oh you wrote this so beautifully, the progression in the story and the emotions was written amazingly!! 💜💜

Remember that one? Do we want Seungmin or Changbin (x reader) next?🖤

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amazing writing, per usual🤌🏻🤌🏻

aw thank you very much!! 🫶