GHOSTFACE! HAN X READER

GHOSTFACE! HAN X READER

SFW!! just a little suggestive

fluff 🎃

The air buzzed with excitement as you stepped into Minho’s house, transformed for the night into a haunted mansion. Everywhere you looked, people were in costume, identities concealed behind elaborate masks. The dim lighting cast shadows that danced across the walls, making the whole place feel both thrilling and mysterious.

You were dressed for the occasion too, wearing a dark, lace-covered mask that obscured most of your face. The thrill of anonymity was intoxicating, as you wandered through the crowd, trying to pick out familiar faces. You weren’t particularly close to Minho, but you’d met him a few times through mutual friends. He had that mischievous, contagious energy that made everyone feel like they belonged.

After some time mingling, you found yourself pulled into a circle of people gathered in Minho’s living room. He was at the center of it all, orchestrating a game of truth or dare with a gleam in his eye that spoke of trouble.

“Alright,” he declared, looking around the circle, his gaze landing on you. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

You hesitated, but the anticipation in the room was infectious. “Dare,” you finally replied, feeling bold.

Minho’s grin widened, and he looked around the room before settling his eyes on a figure across from you, dressed in black with a familiar Scream mask. You’d noticed him earlier, his tall frame and silent demeanor giving him a mysterious air.

“I dare you to hook up with Ghostface,” Minho said, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

The crowd burst into laughter and cheers, egging you on. The figure in the Scream mask tilted his head, seemingly surprised, but he didn’t back away. Instead, he held out a hand, a silent invitation for you to join him.

Your heart raced as you took his hand, and he led you down a hallway and into a small, dark closet. Once inside, he removed his mask, but the room was so dim you couldn’t make out his face. You heard him exhale, as if trying to steady himself, and then he spoke, his voice a soft, warm murmur.

“Jisung,” he introduced himself, a hint of laughter in his voice. “Well, this is one way to meet someone.”

You laughed too, the nervous tension breaking, and replied with your own name. The closet was small, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him as he stepped closer. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, as if testing the waters, and when you didn’t pull away, he leaned in, pressing his lips softly against yours.

In the darkness, Jisung’s presence was all-consuming. His fingers traced lightly along your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours, the space between you shrinking until his lips met yours. It started out soft, tentative, but as the seconds ticked by, it deepened, an unspoken intensity passing between you. There was a gentle confidence in the way he kissed you, as if he’d known you far longer than a few stolen minutes in the shadows.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his costume. He was steady, grounding you even as your heart raced, beating wildly in your chest. In that moment, you were acutely aware of every sensation—the brush of his hand as it settled at the small of your back, the way his lips moved with yours, the slight tilt of his head as he drew you in closer.

And then, as quickly as it began, it ended. You pulled back, breathless and a little dazed, the reality of the dare sinking in. Jisung chuckled softly, the sound a gentle, comforting vibration in the small space. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before he reached for the door handle, slipping his mask back on as he did.

“I guess that’s our cue,” he said with a playful lilt, and together you stepped out into the hallway.

The sudden brightness of the party was a stark contrast to the intimacy of the closet. Your eyes adjusted, and then you saw him fully for the first time. He was removing the Scream mask entirely, revealing a boyish face framed by dark, tousled hair. His eyes were warm and expressive, and his lips quirked into a smile when he caught you staring.

“Like what you see?” he teased, and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks.

You nodded, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. He was beautiful, more than you had imagined, and something about his open expression made you feel at ease.

“Come on,” he said, motioning for you to follow him back to the living room where Minho and the others were waiting.

The rest of the game went by in a blur, your mind still replaying the moments in the closet. Every now and then, you’d catch Jisung looking your way, a knowing grin flashing across his face. There was an undeniable spark between you, and it left you curious and excited. When the game ended, you mingled with friends, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that the night had changed in some significant way.

As the party began to wind down, you found yourself alone, leaning against a wall and reflecting on the night. You felt a slight tug in your pocket and reached inside, pulling out a small piece of paper. In neat handwriting, it bore Jisung’s number and his Instagram handle, along with a quick message: Call me sometime? - J.

You looked around, searching for him, but he was already gone, the ghost of a smile still lingering on your lips as you held the note in your hand.

The Next Day

You woke up with a smile, Jisung’s note still sitting on your nightstand. Unable to resist, you typed his number into your phone and saved his contact. Your fingers hovered over the screen, hesitating before you finally decided to send him a message.

You: Hey, it’s me from the party last night. :)

The response was almost immediate.

Jisung: Took you long enough! I was worried you’d forgotten about me.

You chuckled, the easy banter making you feel more comfortable.

You: Forget about you? Not a chance. Last night was…interesting.

Jisung: Interesting? I was aiming for unforgettable.

You: Bold words for a guy in a ghostface mask.

You spent the next few hours texting back and forth, the conversation flowing as if you’d known each other for ages. He was funny, quick-witted, and the more you talked, the more you found yourself drawn to him. You learned that he was a musician, passionate about songwriting, and that he shared a close friendship with Minho, the host of last night’s party.

Days turned into weeks, and your connection only grew stronger. You’d meet up for coffee, go on late-night walks, and he’d often bring his guitar, playing you bits of songs he was working on. There was a spark in him that was infectious, and you found yourself looking forward to every moment you spent together.

One evening, as you sat on a park bench under a canopy of stars, he looked over at you, his gaze intense and a little nervous.

“I know this might sound crazy,” he began, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “But I think I’ve been falling for you since that night at the party.”

Your heart raced at his words, a smile spreading across your face as you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Me too,” you admitted, feeling a warmth settle over you.

Jisung let out a breath of relief, pulling you close and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. In that moment, everything felt right, as if that fateful Halloween night had set you both on a path you were always meant to follow.

And so, a dare at a party led to something far deeper than either of you could have anticipated. That night had been the beginning of an unforgettable connection, one that would carry you both into a love story worth remembering.

Time passed effortlessly with Jisung. From coffee dates that stretched long into the afternoons, to spontaneous late-night drives, every moment felt like a new layer unfolding between you two. Each meeting, each conversation, revealed more of who he was, and you found yourself growing more attached than you had ever anticipated.

One evening, about a month after that Halloween party, you found yourself back at Minho’s place. He’d invited a small group over for a casual get-together, and you and Jisung had both agreed to go. There was something magical about returning to the place where it all began, now as a couple, sharing knowing glances as you remembered that fateful night in the closet.

As the night wore on, Minho cornered you both, a sly smile on his face as he watched the two of you laughing and sharing quiet words.

“So,” he began, arms crossed, leaning against the wall with a look of pure satisfaction. “I see my dare wasn’t a complete disaster after all?”

Jisung laughed, squeezing your hand as he looked at Minho. “I’d say it was a pretty good call,” he replied. “Thanks for playing matchmaker.”

You nodded in agreement, leaning against Jisung’s shoulder. “Yeah, I’d say it worked out. Best dare I’ve ever taken.”

Minho chuckled, giving you both a proud nod before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you alone once again. You caught Jisung’s eye, a sparkle of mischief there as he leaned down, brushing a soft kiss across your forehead.

“Do you ever think about that night?” he asked, his voice a gentle murmur.

“All the time,” you replied, smiling up at him. “It was the perfect start to this. A little chaotic, a little mysterious—just like you.”

He grinned, pulling you close as the two of you slipped away to a quieter corner of the room. It was there, in the gentle glow of the party lights, that he told you about his first impressions of you, how he’d noticed you even before the game had started. He confessed that he’d been too shy to approach, afraid that you might not feel the same spark he did.

“But then Minho pulled that stunt, and I thought, ‘Well, this is my chance,’” he explained with a sheepish grin. “And here we are.”

You took his hand, squeezing it lightly. “Here we are,” you echoed, warmth spreading through you as you looked into his eyes. The love that had started as a playful dare had grown into something beautiful, something that felt like it was meant to be all along.

As the evening drew to a close, the two of you stepped outside, hand in hand, breathing in the cool night air. Under the glow of the streetlights, Jisung turned to you, his face serious yet soft.

“I don’t want this to ever end,” he said, his voice a little shaky but full of conviction.

You smiled, pulling him close and resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Neither do I,” you replied, feeling a sense of certainty wash over you.

He tilted your chin up, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, one that felt like a promise—a promise of all the days to come, of countless nights like this one, and of a love that felt as endless as the night sky above you.

And so, that Halloween night had turned into so much more than just a dare. It was the start of a story, one written with every stolen glance, every whispered word, and every touch. As you walked home together, fingers intertwined, you knew that this was only the beginning of a journey you were excited to share, one day at a time.

OT8 if possible for #58 please love or if not then Lee Know 🙏❤️

58. "He's so attached to you. It'll break his heart if you leave."

This prompt is difficult and not fun for me so I'm only doing Lee Know lmfao | Felix version of this prompt

angsty but leads toward a happy ending, off-screen argument and relationship issues, reader feeling like a nuisance, etc. gn!reader

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Hai Riri ^^

So I've had this idea of Skz female 9th member reader and Hannie being in a secret relationship the other members don't know about yet, or at least they're kinda more than friends. And after a particularly long night of recording, the two of them are cuddled up on the studio couch and found in the morning. Let me know what you think <3

HAN X READER — our ‘not so secret’ secret

a/n: tysm for the request I loved it <3

synopsis : You are the newest member of Stray Kids, having joined the group as the ninth member. As the only female member, it’s been a whirlwind of emotions—navigating the dynamics, finding your place in the team, and balancing the ever-growing feelings you have for one of the members: Han Jisung. Despite your best efforts to keep things professional, you’ve developed a close bond with Han, and somewhere along the way, it crossed the line between friendship and something more. Late-night studio sessions have become your escape, where you both share whispered secrets, stolen glances, and the warmth of being next to each other.

Tonight was another one of those nights. After hours of recording, everyone else left to rest, but you and Han stayed behind, determined to perfect your parts. One thing led to another, and now, here you are, curled up on the studio couch together. His arm is wrapped protectively around you, his gentle breathing soft against your hair.

You drift into a peaceful sleep, unaware that morning will bring its own surprises.

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It was nearly dawn, and you and Han were still in the recording studio, the rest of the team having called it a night hours ago. After endless retakes and some playful banter, you both found yourselves sprawled on the studio couch, exhausted.

As your eyelids grew heavier, you felt Han’s arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close. You snuggled into him, finding comfort in his warmth as you both drifted off to sleep.

the next morning..

The quiet murmur of voices stirred you awake. Blinking your eyes open, you realized you were still nestled against Han, his arm securely around you. For a moment, you forgot where you were—until you heard someone clearing their throat.

“Uh… am I interrupting something?”

You looked up to see Chan standing in the doorway, eyebrows raised and an amused smile tugging at his lips. Han was still half-asleep beside you, oblivious to the world.

“Um, Chan!” you stammered, scrambling to sit up. “We were just—”

But before you could finish, Hyunjin poked his head into the room, immediately taking in the scene. His eyes went wide, and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“Oh. My. God,” he gasped dramatically. “Changbin, get in here! You’ve gotta see this!”

Changbin appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes as if he were still waking up. He took one look at you and Han, then let out a loud, exaggerated gasp. “Are you two… cuddling?”

Han finally opened his eyes, looking around in confusion. “What? What’s happening?” he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his face.

Hyunjin smirked, leaning into the doorway. “You two are looking pretty cozy there. Anything you wanna share with the class?”

Your face flushed, and you glanced at Han, who was now fully awake and sporting a sheepish grin. “Uh… well, you see…” he started, but Changbin cut him off with a mock scream.

“EVERYONE! COME QUICK! YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS!” Changbin bellowed down the hallway, clearly enjoying every second of the chaos he was causing.

“Oh no, don’t—” you pleaded, but it was too late. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway as the rest of the members rushed toward the studio.

Minho was the first to arrive, followed closely by Seungmin and Jeongin, each of them looking more confused than the last. “What’s going on?” Minho asked, folding his arms as he eyed you and Han.

Hyunjin grinned, clearly relishing the attention. “Our two lovebirds here were all cuddled up together. Isn’t that right?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, smirking as he exchanged a glance with Jeongin. “Didn’t take you guys for the PDA type,” he teased.

Han shrugged, pulling you closer and giving the group an unapologetic grin. “We just… got comfortable.”

Jeongin covered his mouth, failing to suppress a laugh. “Comfortable? Dude, you’re practically glued together! You almost had YOUR lips on HER lips!!!”

You buried your face in your hands, laughing despite yourself. “Alright, alright, you caught us. No need to make a whole production out of it.”

Minho chuckled, giving you both an approving nod. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. You two have been giving each other heart eyes for months.”

“Heart eyes?” you echoed, looking over at Han with a grin. “I thought we were being subtle!”

“Not subtle enough!” Hyunjin teased. “You two were about as subtle as a train wreck.”

Han laughed, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Well, I guess we’re busted.”

Chan stepped forward, clapping a hand on Han’s shoulder. “Hey, no worries. We’re happy for you guys—just keep it chill around the fans, alright?”

Changbin nodded, feigning seriousness. “Yeah, because if they find out, I don’t want to deal with the chaos. I’m too young to be trampled by a mob of angry fans!”

Everyone burst into laughter, the tension melting away as you all settled into the lighthearted moment. You looked around at your teammates, relieved by how accepting they were and grateful for their teasing support.

Jeongin pointed to the couch and smirked. “But, for real, can we keep the couch for napping and not… whatever this was?”

You and Han exchanged a glance, grinning as you scooted apart. “Deal,” Han said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “But no promises about late-night studio sessions.”

Minho rolled his eyes, but there was a fond smile on his face. “Just remember, we’re watching you two.”

Han chuckled, pulling you in for one last side hug before everyone started to leave. “I guess we’ll just have to get better at sneaking around.”

As the group dispersed, Chan gave you both a knowing wink. “Looks like we’ve got another couple in the Stray Kids family. Dude you gotta stop cheating on your wife ‘Hyunjin’”

You laughed, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you as you realized how lucky you were to have found not only Han but also a family who supported you both—quirks, secrets, and all.

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HAN JISUNG X READER

synopsis: You, Han and Seungmin are friends and roomates. One night you wake up from a bad panic attack but Seungmin is there to rescue you. How is Han going to feel?

The room was pitch dark, and silence pressed heavily on you, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. But inside your head, a storm raged. You were wide awake, heart pounding erratically, breath coming in short, panicked bursts. Your fingers clutched the edge of your blanket tightly as you struggled to ground yourself.

This was how it always started. It felt as if the walls were closing in, suffocating you with invisible pressure, the fear bubbling up out of nowhere and consuming you whole. You needed air. You needed space. You needed out.

Without thinking, you pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you stumbled down the hall toward the kitchen. The soft glow of light from under the door caught you off guard. The apartment was supposed to be asleep, but someone else was awake.

You hesitated at the door, then opened it quietly. Inside, Seungmin was standing by the counter, a glass of water in hand. He turned when he heard you, his brows furrowing as soon as he saw your face.

“Hey…” he said softly, setting his glass down and stepping closer. “Are you okay?”

You forced a weak smile, but even that was shaky. He didn’t need you to answer. Within seconds, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. The warmth of his embrace was a balm against the chaos inside your chest, and you clung to him, letting his steady heartbeat ground you.

“You don’t have to talk,” he whispered, one hand gently rubbing your back. “Just breathe. I’m right here.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the wave of panic start to recede as you focused on the comforting rhythm of Seungmin’s breathing. You had known him for a long time, and he always seemed to know exactly what to do, even when you didn’t know how to ask for help.

“Do you want to sit down?” he asked, his voice barely more than a murmur.

You nodded, and he led you over to the couch, his arm still around your shoulders. You sat down together, and he pulled you close, wrapping the blanket you’d brought around both of you. The world felt smaller here, quieter, as if the darkness was something that could protect you instead of trap you.

You let yourself sink into the comfort of his hold, leaning your head against his chest. Your breathing slowed, the panic slowly dissolving into the warmth of his embrace.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Seungmin just hummed softly, his hand still rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You don’t have to thank me,” he replied. “I’m here for you, always.”

Somehow, in that moment, everything felt okay. The weight of your panic attack had lifted, and you felt safe enough to close your eyes, exhaustion finally overtaking you. In the cocoon of his arms, you drifted into sleep.

You woke up to the faint glow of morning light streaming in through the blinds. For a moment, you were disoriented, the unfamiliar warmth beside you pulling you out of your drowsy haze. Blinking, you realized that you were still on the couch, curled up against Seungmin. He was awake, scrolling through his phone with his other arm still draped around you, holding you close.

“Good morning,” he said with a soft smile as he noticed you stir.

“Morning,” you replied, feeling a bit shy as you pulled away and stretched. “Did you stay here all night?”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t want to leave you alone.”

You felt a warmth in your chest at his words, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you. I really mean it.”

Seungmin gave you a gentle, reassuring look before standing up. “Anytime,” he said simply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

As Seungmin headed to his room, you stood and stretched, making your way toward the kitchen to make some coffee. But as you turned the corner, you froze.

Han was there, standing by the counter with his back to you. He didn’t turn around when you entered, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he gripped his coffee mug tightly.

“Morning,” you greeted, trying to keep your voice light, but he barely responded, giving only a faint nod before brushing past you to leave the room.

You watched him go, confusion settling in the pit of your stomach. Han wasn’t acting like himself at all. Usually, he was the first to greet you in the morning, full of energy and silly jokes. Today, he had barely even looked at you.

The day dragged on with Han avoiding you and Seungmin, answering in short, clipped sentences when either of you tried to talk to him. His usual warmth was replaced with a cold distance, and you couldn’t understand why.

By the time the sun was setting, you felt as though the weight of his silence was crushing you. After dinner, you found him in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You took a deep breath, gathering your courage, and approached him.

“Han,” you called softly, watching as he turned to look at you, his expression guarded. “Can we talk?”

He looked away, a muscle in his jaw tightening. “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about.”

“Yes, there is,” you insisted, stepping closer. “You’ve been avoiding me all day, and I don’t know why. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.”

He hesitated, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he looked away again, his shoulders sagging. “I saw you and Seungmin this morning,” he said quietly.

The realization hit you like a wave. “Oh… Han, I—”

“I didn’t know you two were… like that,” he interrupted, a hint of bitterness in his voice. “I thought maybe I had a chance, you know?”

You took a step closer, reaching for his hand, but he didn’t move. “It’s not like that. Han, last night, I had a panic attack. Seungmin was just helping me calm down. He stayed with me because I was scared. That’s all.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of dishonesty. You could see the uncertainty and vulnerability in his gaze, and it made your heart ache. “You don’t have to explain—”

“Yes, I do,” you cut him off, your voice firm. “Because I like you, Han. I’ve liked you for a long time, and I didn’t know how to tell you. Last night wasn’t what you think, but I want it to be you who’s there for me.”

His face softened, a glimmer of hope sparking in his eyes. “You mean that?”

You nodded, your heart racing as you squeezed his hand. “Yes. I didn’t realize how much I wanted this until I saw how hurt you were. I’m sorry if I made you feel like you didn’t have a chance. I was just… scared to say anything.”

Han took a step closer, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand. “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “But I didn’t want to ruin what we had. Seeing you with him… it made me realize that I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth blossom in your chest as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently along your skin. “You don’t have to keep it to yourself anymore,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

In that moment, Han closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender, gentle kiss. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as if he never wanted to let go. The hurt and confusion from the day melted away, replaced by the quiet certainty of finally being where you were meant to be.

When you pulled back, Han rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Next time, come to me,” he murmured, his voice filled with a gentle warmth. “I want to be the one you lean on.”

You nodded, your heart full as you wrapped your arms around him. “I promise.”

Together, you made your way back into the living room, where Seungmin was sprawled on the couch, his phone in hand. He looked up, raising an eyebrow as he took in the sight of you and Han holding hands.

“So, did you two finally work things out?” he asked with a smirk.

You felt your cheeks warm as Han let out a sheepish laugh. “Yeah, I think we did,” he replied, squeezing your hand.

Seungmin just grinned, shaking his head. “Took you long enough.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your closest friends, you felt a deep sense of peace settle over you. You had finally found your place, right where you belonged.

hey riri <33

it's me ✨anon

just wanted to check on uuu, how have u been? i hope ur good. don't forget to take care of yourself💕💕

hi love <33 ✨

i’m doing a little better! my philosphy teacher cared enough to check on me and listed to my problems after the class, and I’m so happy she actually wanted to hear what I had to say.

It’s good to know when someone believes in you.

Thank you so much, love u 💞💞 I hope you’re doing good too!!