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gimme kith

Pairing: han x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, idol!au, friends to lovers

Summary: the four times hannie has asked for a kiss and the one time you give him what he wants

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sad ji, fluffyyy, lmk if i missed anything

Word count: 1,7k

a/n: i remember seeing this concept written on here before and I wanted to write my take on it because i'm a sucker for ji and f2l hehe

I.

movie night rarely got wild since the boys were usually pretty tired after a whole week spent working but tonight, here you were, sitting in a circle with an empty soju bottle in the center. you, the boys and some of their significant others were piled in the living room of the 3racha + hyunjin dorm.

you had already drunk some bottles of soju and pretty much everyone in the room was tipsy and happy to have really anything happen. so when the bottle landed on you, and jisung dared you to kiss him, everyone was cheering and clapping. except for you.

jealousy with hyunjin

synopsis: After witnessing an interaction between you and Chan, Hyunjin starts to over think. Hyunjin isn’t quite with you during sex which prompts you to question his behavior. Or Hyunjin is jealous and needs reassurance which you are more than happy to give him.

warning: minors dni, very brief smut in the beginning, hyunjin’s briefly dissociates, slight angst, insecurities, fluff, hyunjin is a hopeless romantic even when he’s sad, discussion of feelings, pillow talk?? suggestive

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Imagine y/n having a phone call with her bff, the morning after having sex for the first time with Changbin. Y/n's just overall a very shy person but she promised she would tell her bff everything about the night spent with Changbin, like all the juicy details.

Changbin's showering, so it's the best opportunity to just give your friend a quick call.

"Think he rearranged my insides, bubby," y/n tells her, giggling shyly as she remembers how Changbin fucked her brains out the night before.

"He's really big. Mhm. Like, body big but also... his.. his.. yeah. He's thick. It's very thick and pretty," you continue, still not believing yourself that you're even having this conversation.

"Yeah, think he made me orgasm like... 4 times? Fingered me.. mhm fingers are thick too. And then.. he.. yes, he did. He ate me out. Think... i think he spent more than 30 minutes kissing me... down there... and.. the noises... ah, this is making me shy, bubby."

Changbin knows it's wrong to eavesdrop but... he's not the strongest soldier. He's a passionate man, and his passion is you. And he needs, he just needs to hear this very detailed yet shy performance review.

"I... i let him cum inside. Never had other people do that, you know that already... but he just, he makes me feel safe. Trust him a lot. Mhm. Think.. think i ruined his sheets... but he... he was on his knees after pulling out. Looked, he looked very... satisfied? Think cum was spilling out from my.. you know... haha bubbyyy," she shyly mutters.

She really tried to whisper but Changbin can have some super hearing when he wants to.

And the fact that you told your bff he makes you feel safe made him more turned on than anything else.

"He praised me lots. So much. I like it. I like him. Bubby, i like him a lot- no not just because he's good in bed, you're awful!" she laughs at her friend. "He's.. he's Changbin. My Changbin. Like him a lot. Everything else's just a bonus."

Changbin feels the same way. You've talked to your friend plenty, now it's time for him to steal you away again. Preferably so he can kiss you and tell you how much he likes you too.

"hey... you alright?"

jisung steps out onto the balcony where you've escaped to, and immediately sees the tears that streak your cheeks. it's stupid, and maybe you shouldn't have come to this stupid little get-together in the first place when you woke up feeling like garbage. but all it really takes is one wrong comment to jab at you in a way that hurts for you to wait a bit before excusing yourself for some air. when you glance at your phone, you realize you've been out here for over ten minutes.

jisung's already moving toward you before you can come up with an excuse though, pulling you into his arms and rubbing your back. "i promise, he didn't mean it like that--"

"no, i--i know," you sigh, wrapping yours arms around him. "i'm just sensitive today."

he presses a kiss against the side of your head. "that's okay. do you want to stay? i'll make an excuse to leave if you wanna go--"

you shake your head, and just hug him a little tighter. "just... gimme a minute."

so he does. he sways a little while he holds you, letting you piece yourself back together. you know the guy didn't mean to hurt you in the slightest: seungmin just sometimes made comments that were meant to be funny. this was meant to be funny, too, and yet it hit you in the wrong way. you know he'll apologize, too, if you tell him, but you don't unless it starts bothering you more. it's one minor comment: no need to make a big deal out of it.

"we can stop by that ice cream place on our way home," he hums a little. "or we can cuddle and play games when we get home..."

"... can we do both?"

he chuckles warmly, drawing back and wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. "whatever you wanna do," he says, so filled with love for you. he'll do anything to turn the day around if you let him. "you ready?" he nods toward the door. "i'll say you got a phone call while you were out here."

you lean in for one quick peck before either of you move. "thanks, honey."

and he steals one more kiss from you before the two of you head back inside, feeling better than before.

𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

fratboy!stray kids x reader

synopsis: a night where you reveal your most intense desires to your best friend lands you in the hot seat. you quickly find yourself in the heart of frat party central - will you embrace the connections you make in your hot bitch summer?

status: ongoing

[please view specific chapters for warnings! this work is 18+ MDNI]

2. wanna be your favourite boy [han jisung x gn!afab reader, side lee minho x reader, 18+ smut]

3. need some air [seo changbin x gn!afab reader, side lee minho x reader, 18+ smut]

4. drunk on rose water [hwang hyunjin x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut] - to be released

5. tba [lee felix x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut]

6. tba [kim seungmin x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut]

7. tba [bang chan x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut]

8. tba [yang jeongin x gn!afab reader, 18+ smut]

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《sleeping apart, after a fight || maknae line ver.》

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hyung line | maknae line

He watches as you grab your pillow and blanket from the bed, then angrily stomp into the living room.

When he hears the door slam, he sinks to the ground in a sigh.

He sits there, in silence for a few minutes, just to calm himself down, before anxiously tiptoeing into the living room, and approaching you.

“How about, I take the couch, and you go take the bed? I know your mad at me, and I feel bad, but I’d feel way worse if you wake up tomorrow with a sore back from this couch.”

You silently agree, while getting up from the couch to hand him the pillow and blanket.

“We’ll talk tomorrow morning?”

You reply with only a nod, too tired and overwhelmed to do much else.

The bed is a lot more comfortable than the couch, it’s a good thing you have a boyfriend who cares enough to make that trade for you.

An hour later, Jisung is still lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. It's not comfortable at all, and he can feel every spring poking into his back. He rolls around, doing anything he can to try to get comfortable, but it is no use.

“Gah!”

He groans quietly to himself, and he eventually picks himself up off of the couch and walks to the bedroom.

A strong arm wraps around your waist. Still angry, but you don’t fight it.

“The couch is uncomfortable. I’d rather be here with you. I love you”

In the morning the fight is forgotten, and all is well in quokkaville.

Safe With Me

Sitting at the edge of her best friend's bed, Y/N suddenly felt very depressed; it was as though her stomach had dropped out of her, and the world's weight had sunk onto her shoulders.

It was the way she always felt when she knew it was time to leave; she couldn't bear the thought of having to leave the warmth of his bedroom, or the safety of his home. She wished she could stay tucked up in the softness of his bedsheets and be surrounded by his scent, its sweetness lingering on the material. She never wanted to leave … especially when she had nothing waiting for her at her own house apart from toxicity so heavy and so dark that it seemed to strangle her.

Y/N didn't want to go back to the constant bickering between her parents. She didn't want to clamp her pillow over her ears to drown the screaming out. She didn't want to tiptoe on eggshells in her own house, scared that any one of her innocent actions could instantly awaken their wrath.

As much as she loved spending these treasured moments with the one person she loved more than anything, Y/N also grew to despise them; she loathed the fact that her time with him always came to an end, that the temporary comfort she got from being in his presence would disappear like a fragile memory as soon as she stepped away from him.

"Stay here tonight," Chan's soft voice suddenly cut through her thoughts. "It's already late … just stay with me?"

Y/N turned to look at him. He was dusting down his bed, throwing empty snack packets away. His back was turned towards her so Y/N couldn't see his facial expression. But she heard the slight current to his voice … almost as if he really hoped she'd agree.

Or perhaps she was just imagining things. Perhaps she just wanted him to feel that way.

"I can't … " Y/N whispered. "You know I can't."

Chan straightened up and frowned at her, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Yes you can. Just tell your parents you're with … someone else. Not me."

Y/N's lips twitched. They both knew just how much her parents hated Chan's existence … Y/N often wondered if they hated him because he showed her the love that they never did.

Or because he made her feel like she was special, when all they ever did was make her feel like a burden. Perhaps it was because she was able to pour all her love and trust into him, instead of into them.

They'd never understand the mechanics of her brain, nor the functionality of her heart.

But she didn't need them to … she didn't need anyone to understand but the man in front of her.

And he truly understood her better than anyone else possibly could.

"Like who?" Y/N asked.

Chan shrugged. He suddenly chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck. "You could make someone up? Just say you have a project with one of the girls from uni or something. It's not like they know who's who anyway."

Y/N smiled at that. She looked up at Chan as he tossed an empty water bottle away before jumping onto the bed. He crawled to the edge and swung his legs over as he sat beside his friend; the man's eyes were wide as he studied Y/N's face, and Y/N bit her lip, looking down at the phone in her lap as blood rushed to her cheeks.

"I don't know … " she whispered.

"Please stay," Chan's voice was quiet. She slowly looked up again to see his eyes melting into pools of honey in the dim lighting of his bedroom. His eyes looked so soft in that moment, that Y/N had the sudden urge to burst into tears. "Please. I want you to be with me."

Y/N's eyes were locked on Chan's for a moment too long; she felt as though she was falling, her stomach dropping again as if she was at the top of a roller coaster. Oh, his eyes … there was something so rich about his eyes, like the finest grade of dark chocolate, and oh so twinkly, like the stars that were scattered above his home. Every second that Y/N spent looking into his galaxies felt like years, like the time in-between them had suddenly frozen. She swallowed slowly, her mouth running dry as her cheeks began to burn extraordinarily.

She looked away again and clenched her eyes shut. She was terrified. Terrified at the thought of what her parents could do if they found out she was with the man they hated; and terrified at the rate of which her heart was hammering against her ribcage, making her breathless.

But of course, it was no surprise to her that he had this effect on her. They had always been so much more than best friends. It was in the way they looked at each other, the tender lingering of their hands on each other a little too long than was necessary, and the way their faces always drew close to each other like magnets when silence embarked upon them both. So close that if a gentle breeze happened to brush past them, they would fall into each other and their lips may find their way to the others.

But neither of them ever spoke up about their feelings. They were both petrified of ruining their tight bond with one another, even if the other's feelings were clear as crystal.

Chan reached his hand out and very slowly tucked her hair behind Y/N's ear. The tips of his fingers grazed the side of her face with the tingle of electricity flooding through her as he let them rest under her chin, his thumb caressing her skin.

"I don't want you to go back there," Chan breathed, urgency in his low voice. "It's not safe for you … I don't want them to keep hurting you."

Y/N's eyes had begun to prickle. "But … what if they hurt you instead?"

"You know I'd gladly take the pain if it meant you were okay," Chan murmured, sliding his second hand to the other side of her face. He stopped breathing for a moment; he ached to lean forward and kiss away the tears that had begun to trickle down her cheek …

Seeing the alarm in Y/N's eyes at his words, Chan smiled. "Don't worry. You know I wouldn't let them hurt either of us. I'll protect us both … okay?"

Her breathing shaky, Y/N nodded. She felt her body sag and let herself drop her head against the man's warm shoulder, his body immediately responding to her gesture. She shut her eyes and breathed him in, her fingers curling up against the soft cotton of his top.

Chan smiled softly. His own cheeks had begun to flush magenta in the glow of the lights, and as he wrapped his arms gently around the girl's shoulder, he felt his breath leave him.

The way it always did.

"Promise me you'll stay?" He repeated quietly, sliding his fingers through Y/N's hair. He shut his eyes as he held her close to him; perhaps it was selfish of him to want her to be with him this badly. Perhaps he was a bad person for keeping her here when he knew what her parents could do to her … to the both of them. But Chan was afraid if he had to part ways from her one more time, his heart would shatter into a million smithereens. And he wasn't sure if he'd be able to find the pieces again. "I'll look after you."

Y/N nodded again. Her breath trembled against the worn cotton on his chest. "Okay," she whispered. And then she looked up at him, frowning. "I don't have any clothes with me."

Giggling suddenly, Chan patted her back with his gentle fingers. "I do. You can wear some of mine. You always wear my clothes anyway."

"They're comfy," Y/N yawned against his shoulder. She was already feeling drowsy … the sudden realisation that she was going to stay the night with Chan had hit her like a melatonin pill. "And … they smell like you."

Gulping suddenly at that last comment, Chan quietly cleared his throat. He realised Y/N was beginning to fall asleep on him, her breathing slowing already; that was probably why she said that.

She never would have otherwise.

"Are you sleepy?" Chan asked, rubbing circles into her shoulders. "Come on … change out of those clothes and then we can go to sleep. Sound good?"

Y/N hummed against him. She stifled another yawn, making Chan grin at her before he got up from his bed. He made sure she wouldn't topple over in her sleepy state before moving towards his wardrobe. Chan pulled out a t-shirt along with a pair of shorts.

"These okay? They're clean," Chan chuckled, holding them out to her. "Or you can choose something else if you want."

"These are fine," Y/N smiled and took the clothes from him. She bit her lip. "Turn around?"

Doing as he was told, Chan turned around; his cheeks flushed red and he looked up at the ceiling, trying not to imagine his best friend naked behind him. He cleared his throat again and studiously stared at the tiny chip of paint that had flaked off in the corner of his room.

"I'm done," Y/N whispered. "You can turn around again."

Chan faced her again, the corners of his mouth turned up as he saw his too big shirt hanging off of her like a dress. She looked adorable, and Chan mentally rushed up to her and lifted her off of her feet, swinging her around until they were both breathless with laughter.

He looked away, hoping she hadn't caught the burn of his cheeks as he indulged himself in his imagination. Instead, he moved towards his bed, gently turning back the corner of his duvet for her.

Once Y/N had slipped under the sheets, Chan did the same; he laid on his back, suddenly too afraid to move as Y/N rolled onto her side, looking up at him.

"Are you comfy?" Chan whispered. She'd been in his bed many times before … sometimes they watched movie after movie together under these same sheets. He had no idea why he felt so strange now. And he had no idea why he asked her that … he didn't know what else to say.

Y/N blinked at him. She shook her head. "I'm not."

Chan turned his face towards her, surprised. "You're not?"

She shook her head again. When he didn't speak further, Y/N took a gamble and slowly moved towards him. She looked him in the eye, and when he didn't object, Y/N slowly laid her head against his chest.

Chan slowly exhaled, his chest deflating under Y/N's cheek. He slid his arm around her waist as she carefully placed a leg over his; they were tangled together, and their skin that was exposed by their short sleeves was practically fire against each other. But at the same time, the both of them suddenly felt a huge wave of peace washing over them, and Chan shut his eyes as he tightened his embrace around her a little more.

"Are you comfy now?" Chan asked quietly. He hoped she couldn't hear the chaos his heart was creating inside his chest. It was almost as though the organ had started to have a party in his ribcage, bouncing off of his bones in excitement.

Y/N smiled. She placed a hand over his chest, cuddling up to him the way she had always wanted to. "I am."

"Good," Chan breathed. Then he chuckled nervously. "Otherwise I'd have been very offended."

He was secretly incredibly anxious; he hadn't worked out the way he had wanted to in the past few months … he was worried she could feel the hardness of his bones rather than the soft cushion of muscle. Maybe he shouldn't have been worrying so much about what a friend thought about his body … but he couldn't help but hold his breath as she got comfortable within his arms.

To Chan's relief, Y/N really did seem comfortable. She seemed more comfortable than she had ever been before.

"Your heart is racing," Y/N mumbled, startling the man beneath her. Her eyes were shut and she already felt as though she was half asleep, but she felt her surroundings as vividly as she did when she was fully conscious. "I think mine is too."

Chan bit his lip. He couldn't think of what to say as he began to run his fingers through her hair and down her spine in gentle waves. For someone who talked constantly all day long, Chan was surprised at his sudden lack of words. Suddenly his extensive vocabulary felt limited, the words that flew into his mind all incorrect. So he patted her shoulders instead, rubbing her back.

Just when Chan had thought she had fallen asleep, Y/N spoke again.

"I … I always feel so safe when I'm with you … " Y/N whispered. Her fingers curled into his t-shirt as Chan inhaled sharply, his eyes widening in the darkness. "No one else has ever made me feel like this before."

Her timid confession had robbed Chan of his remaining words, leaving his mind blank and his heart throbbing; he felt as though he was in a daze, and all his 'what ifs' suddenly flew out of his mind as he leaned down to gently plant a kiss on the surprised girl's forehead.

It was the softest of kisses, one that made Y/N feel as though her head was buzzing. She looked up at Chan, and she was even more startled when he tightened his hold on her, her hand coming up to cup the back of her head.

"Go to sleep, baby," Chan breathed, his voice cracking as he coaxed her head back to his chest. "I'll keep you safe the whole night … I promise."

Sniffing, Y/N nodded. She let Chan tuck the duvet under her chin before going back to pat her hair, his fingers cradling her head as if she was a baby. The feeling of his touch and the dull drum of his heart under her ear felt so soothing in that moment, that Y/N started to tear up as she shut her eyes. She'd never felt so at peace before, the sensation completely foreign to her. His breathing was soft in her hair, his heat insulating her like a second blanket and his scent incredibly intoxicating to her senses. It was quickly pulling her underneath a heavy current of slumber, and Y/N wondered if she was already dreaming when she heard three soft words being whispered to her before she lost all sense of consciousness.

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you drew stars around my scars

hyunjin x gn!reader

warning: mentions of scars, implied past self harm, hyunjin is a sweetheart, this work is not to be copied, reposted, translated or plagiarized

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Hyunjin finds you wrapped up in your shared bed, curled up beneath the comfort of your sheets as you stare blankly out the window.

Your cheeks are wet with tears and he feels his heart ache at the sight.

Hyunjin knows sometimes you just need to be alone before you can be around him. He had been doodling in the living room for the past hour until his phone pinged with a message from you.

The bed dips as Hyunjin crawls across the mattress before taking you into his arms. He brushes his lips against your cheeks as he wraps himself around you, resisting the urge to coo when you lean into his kisses.

It’s quiet between the two of you as Hyunjin kisses away the remaining wetness on your cheeks.

#! — [ stay ] Hwang Hyunjin

— gn!reader // sfw — a bit angsty!! a bit self indulgent, wrote this for everyone who has a hard time during the holidays due to social interactions n get togethers n such!! y'all are seen and understood <33

You took off your headphones, pausing the tune that was infiltrating your senses in a matter as comforting as nothing else. Voices flooded your ears momentarily at that, heart palpitating, racing at the laughter and the chattering, and the clinking of glasses, the shuffling of feet. You stood from your spot on the floor, opening the door to the bathroom to be met with your boyfriend; a smile on his face, small and careful, inspecting. He was looking for a sign of discomfort, and only when he saw you smiling back at him he made his way inside, shutting and closing the door behind him again. You made yourself comfortable on the carpeted floors a second time this night, leaning against the bathtub behind you, tiles colds against you. And Hyunjin seated across from you, letting his back rest against wooden cupboards.

"You good?"

Hyunjin's head cocked, not necessarily worrying but questioning nontheless. His attentive feel was heartwarming, his attention to detail when it came to you, especially, admiring. You nodded, smiling reassuringly.

"I am. Just got too much, don't worry."

You did enjoy the party, you truly did. You enjoyed the year turning, enjoyed gossiping with friends you haven't been seeing in a while. You enjoyed the food, the songs, the drinks; and yet after a while the drunken crowd got to your head, and the smell of alcohol and smoke, the vibrations of the bass out the speakers set off a feeling you wished to flee. It wasn't anything worth mentioning, not enough to flee the party altogether, yet it did call for a break. Set off the urge to close your eyes for a bit and forget the moment.

Hyunjin hummed, understanding you without needing more explaining. He knew you better than the back of his hand, and his smile grew fond. You were glad he found you, providing you more comfort than the music in your headphones after all. He didn't say a word, simply sat with you, sharing your feelings, emotions. The chattering from outside the room grew louder, and you squinted your eyes.

"Put your headphones back on baby, take your time. I'll wait here with you."

A feeling of adoration and love — it couldn't be anything else — shot through your core, and a smile set itself on your lips again. At times you wondered what you've done in your past life to deserve him, and you mumbled a small 'thank you', muffling your ears with the noise cancelling material again. The music in your ears continued, feeling as though the sound waves invaded your mind, and your limbs relaxed. You closed your eyes, wishing yourself away for a single moment. And when you opened them again, Hyunjin's gaze was fixed on you. Your face heated up a bit, feeling somewhat caught, but your boyfriend didn't mind. His lips moved, and though you couldn't possibly hear him, you understood nevertheless. A soundless 'i love you', and he reached out to squeeze your hand, reassuringly. He waited for you to return the confession, your words soundless too, only mouthing the three words, though technically Hyunjin could hear. But your confession stayed quiet, not worth being heard, simply felt. Only then he shuffled, scrunched over to you until he sat beside. He provided a place to lean your head on, his shoulder sturdy beneath you, him wholely around you. You charged up slowly, yet surely, and with every passing moment it seemed easier to find your way out the room, with his help. And when you were ready again Hyunjin reassured you to stay with him as he'd stay with you, for the rest of the night, or forever altogether.

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When he’s injured you as his best friend- Hyunjin

Hyunjin x reader Word count: 2.1k Genre: Spicy 🌶️ Summary: When your best friend hurt himself, things get a little heated. Warnings: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex mostly lol and other spicy things.

dark red ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hwang hyunjin

the only sign of life in the dimly-lit apartment is the pizza boxes stacked on the kitchen countertop, and the quiet buzzing of the ceiling fan. everything else feels static — not lived in. a contrast to how the apartment usually is. full of energy. for a second you thimk you had walked into the wrong apartment.

“hyunnie,” you call out, the metal strap of your purse rattling as you place it on the kitchen countertop. it rings in your ears, echoes in your head.

you’re replied by the sound of shuffling.

“sweetheart,” you call out again, approaching his bedroom.

what greets you is a lump of blankets on the bed, pillows strewn. upon closer look you realize hyunjin is under the blankets — chest rising slowly.

“hyunnie,” your voice automatically turns softer in his presence, “‘m here sweetheart.”

the blue blanket ruffles when hyunjin pulls it down. he peeks at you, only his nose and upper showing. you didn’t need to look at his whole face to know he’s pouting.

your lips turn into a frown, “what’s wrong, baby? and don’t say it’s nothing.”

“you’re going to leave me.”

“what?”

the statement hyunjin made catches you off-guard. immediately, you sit at the edge of the bed and tug down his blanket. to your suspicion, he is pouting.

“you didn’t contact me for a week,” hyunjin mumbles, “it really hurt me.”

“oh baby,” you coo, pushing back his hair, “i told you that we should have some space for a while. . . and i said that not in a way where i want to break it off or pause the relationship. it’s just that after that fight, i realized that we need more time alone, you know? i didn’t contact you for a while because i figured we need to cool off.”

hyunjin’s pink lips quiver. he doesn’t break eye contact with you — intently watching and listening to every word.

“no,” he replies, “i don’t need time alone. i love being around you always.”

“my love. everyone needs space, it’s healthy. i think having our own alone time would help us grow closer, don’t you think?”

“i don’t think so,” hyunjin’s stubborn — eyebrows furrowing at every word he utters, “do you not love me? why don’t you want to be around me?”

“of course i love being around you, you’re my favourite person. it’s just that i need space sometimes, you know, baby? doesn’t mean i don’t love you. i love you so much, you know that, right?”

your boyfriend bites the inside of his cheek, processing every word. you could visibly see the tears pooling in his eyes — and how hard he’s holding them back.

“i’m so scared,” his voice cracks, “i feel like you’re going to leave me. please don’t leave me.”

hearing his voice crack and the tears gradually running down his cheeks hurt your heart. it tugs on your heartstrings. like it’s reflex, you hurry to pull hyunjin into your arms, letting his body fall against you. hyunjin have always had the fear of abandonment — but you didn’t think it was this severe.

his body heaves at every sharp breath he inhales, “i just keep on feeling like — like every second we’re apart — you’ll love me less. and i’m so scared, y/n — i’m so scared.”

you run your fingers through his hair as he cries, assuring his heart with romantic words. you keep telling him that you won’t love him less, that having space just gives you space to miss him more. the melancholy laced in his voice breaks you, it brings you to the edge of tears yet you hold yourself back in order to support him.

“cry it out baby i’m here.” you say, planting a kiss at the top of his head.

he does as told, drowning your shirt in tears.

“i know i’m difficult sometimes, but please don’t give up on me.”

“hyunnie, baby, i would never even think of giving up on you.”

by the time his cries stop, you realize that it’s because he had fallen asleep against your chest. it’s an endearing sight, truly. his black locks stick against his forehead, arms wrapped around your waist and face puffy from crying. gently, you lay him down on the bed, tucking him in before rushing to lay by his side. you smile softly at his peaceful sleeping face and take the chance to peck his full lips.

“love you always, jinnie.”

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{3:25 PM}

“If we were meet again in the next life, what would your first words to me be?“

Hyunjin glances over his shoulder to you, your full attention still concentrated on the setting sun over the city’s horizon. He then looks at the sun, so far away from the school rooftop, then to you then the sun again, thoughts going at miles per second trying to figure out why you would ask the question out of the blue.

“I-I mean—“ He stutters out as he mentally continues pondering on the thought, resting his cheek on his arms folded over the railings in the meantime. “Do I know you already in that scenario? How would I know you from my past life in that case, then? What—?”

The boy misses the way you roll your eyes at his questions but he does catch the way your lips twitch in amusement. “Just entertain the question for a sec, Jinnie.” You cut through his ramblings effectively, earning you a pout from him. “No other conditions, just the question as is: what would your first words be to me in the next life?”

“Hi?”

“That’s all?”

“You’re not exactly giving me much to work with.” He points out with a shrug, feeling his own lips twitch up in a smile when you finally turn your entire figure towards him as you mirror his pose. “If it were just like right now or the first time we met, a ‘hi’ would do, I suppose. It’s a new beginning, after all.”

You ponder on it for a moment, your brows furrowing in thought as a pout unconsciously settles on your features. Hyunjin, in the meantime, fights the urge to poke your cheek.

“Then what would you say to make me remember you?” You ask next.

“Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

You smirk teasingly and raise a brow this time. “Is that your answer?”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “You can’t be the only one asking questions.”

“I’m just curious.” You shrug, moving your folded arms closer to his and the rest of your body naturally following.

“Well, if I still have my memories of you in the next life…” He trails off, eyes darting everywhere across your face. He doesn’t miss the way you gasp slightly as your breath gets caught up in your throat in anticipation. “I’d tell the you that you asked me to remember and to tell you when I meet you again because you wanted me to say something good when we reunite.”

A long pause falls on top of the two of you after that, your expression morphing into something unfamiliar and unreadable to Hyunjin as he replays his own words over and over again, wondering if he said something wrong.

“Remembering me is a good thing?” You ask when you do speak again, standing up straight again and looking away.

This time, Hyunjin props his elbow up on the railings and rests his cheek on his palm, nodding with a hum. “Of course, it is.” He assures, studying your face against the afternoon sunlight carefully. Your lips quiver the slightest. “If I could, I’d remember you in all of my lifetimes.”

“That’s—“

“Too much?”

“No, it’s…” You sigh, briefly biting your lip. “I-I don’t know what to say, I—“

“Well, you asked…” He breathes, still trying to figure out why you asked in the first place.

“Then I guess I should also say that remembering you is one of the good things in my life. One of the few good things, actually.” You smile up at him, sadly almost—as if you’re holding something back from him. “And I’m glad I got to meet you in this lifetime, Jinnie. In case I haven’t said it yet.”

Though the question rests dangerously at the tip of his tongue, Hyunjin holds back on asking. He figures you’ll tell him in time, that this is just one of the moments where you’re either trying to prepare him for something or gauging some kind of reaction for later.

He hopes it’s not something so awful or anything that’ll separate the two of you.

So he just reaches a hand out to caress your hair softly, meeting your gaze with a small smile. “Me too, Y/N.”

º.☆・ ⇢ HURT/COMFORT WITH SKZ

a/n: my first ot8 post as a little thank you for 2k! i appreciate you so much both for reading and leaving feedback. hope you enjoy this too!

“But…you said we could go today…” you mutter, struggling to keep the disappointment from your voice. You’d been looking forward to this day all week. Your boyfriend had promised you’d finally go to the art exhibition in the city. It would be ending soon and then it would be gone forever. 

Your boyfriend looks up from where he is hunched over his desk, where he had been scribbling something in a notebook. “I just can’t today.” 

“Is it work?” 

He looks back at the paper, pen halted. “No.” 

“What’s so important that it has to be done today?” 

“Go with Hyunjin instead.” 

You take a step back, caught off guard. “What?”

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pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, saviour boyfriend trope

warnings: swearing, drunk reader, uncomfy levels of flirting by some strangers, minho saves reader from them, “dick” used as an insult, reader’s friends leave her in a club, they don’t like minho either, protective!minho, he gets angry but not at reader, cheesy af towards the end

inspo: protective!minho + hurt/comfort

notes: this was meant to be a small drabble but it’s minho so i got carried away.

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