Yall I Need Some Really Good Skz Fic Rn. Please Flood My Ask With Recs/links And Ill Leave My Thoughts

Y’all I need some really good Skz fic rn. Please flood my ask with recs/links and I’ll leave my thoughts on it once I read it. Any member is fine, but I do tend to gravitate towards Chan, Minho, and Felix fics.

Tropes I Like: Enemies to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Most AUs, honestly not that picky of the fic is good

Tropes I Don’t Want To Read: yandere, anything that takes place ONLY in high school (flashbacks or prologues, etc. in high school are fine)

One of my favorite fics I’ve read recently/am still reading but am caught up is Consort by fizzydrink698.

I’m old, so smut is fine.

Thanks in advance!

Dangerous | Chapter Four: Pirouette

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader, College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: mentions of career ending injury, psychosomatic symptoms, instance of sexual harassment/assault

You (8:58am): Mochi?

Jimin (8:59am): What? He looks like a Mochi :)

You (8:59am): I thought I'd name him after one of the greatest dancers of all time."

Jimin (9:00am): Park Jimin? ;)

You (9:02am): No, you ass, Janet Jackson. Isn't Jackson an adorable name?

Jimin (9:03am): I still like Mochi better. I have a friend named Jackson.

You (9:03am): Does that mean I'll have to hook up with him, too?

Jimin (9:04am): 😒

You (9:05am): Oh hey, I still have your jacket. Do you want to meet up before class so I can give it back?

Jimin (9:06am): Just bring it class, baby girl

You (9:06am): I'm going to kill you one day and feel absolutely no remorse

Jimin (9:07am): 😘

Jimin's jacket was tied around your waist as you entered class. You'd gotten there a bit early, hoping you could simply leave his jacket on the bench. However, he was already there when you entered, sitting on the very bench you'd planned to leave his jacket on. 

He was dressed more casually this time in a pair of basketball short and a black tank top. You could make out the muscles of his chest and stomach easily, making you remember the night you'd taken him back to your apartment. 

"See something you like?" he asked. 

You pulled yourself out of your haze and realized you'd been staring. Instead of blushing, your gaze hardened and you reached for the jacket and untied it. 

"Here," you said, holding the jacket out to him. You refused to meet his gaze as he took it from you and set it down on the bench. 

"Thanks, just let me know if you ever need it again," he said, and you could hear the smirk forming on his face. You knew some of your other classmates were watching you, their gazes watching as you shrugged off your own jacket. 

"How do you know, Jimin?" one of your classmates asked, as you joined the line up in front of the mirror.

"We went to high school together."

The girl's face lit up. "Oh, really? Was he always so hot?" The girl's face immediately flushed as she realized Jimin was still in the room. He looked over at the two of you and smirked. 

You didn't want to admit that Jimin's plump lips and toothy smirks still did something to you. But, instead of allowing Jimin to get the satisfaction of your blush, you turned back to your classmate and shrugged. "If you're into his sort, then I guess."

The girl seemed surprised, but before she could reply, the professor walked in and almost immediately the music started.

You rested your foot on the ballet barre and leaned your body down against it and then repeated for the other side. It had been a long time since you'd been in a real dance studio with ballet barres and you couldn't help but to begin one-legged plies, your right leg resting on the barre and parallel to the floor.

You'd stayed after class and taken one of the empty studios to practice in. While you had enough room in your living room, it was much easier to just stay after and use the mirrors to focus in on your lines. 

The music was soft, but you still didn't hear the door open and close. It wasn't until you felt his fingertips on your waist through the thin fabric of your T-shirt and his hot breath on you ear, did you realize Jimin had sneaked into the studio. 

"Hey Inna," he said, as if he wasn't currently running his right hand down your waist, coming to a stop on your thigh that was still parallel to the ground. 

"Hey Jimin." You didn't mean for your voice to shake, but between your aching muscles which were begging to move from the current position and Jimin's hand which massaged your skin, you couldn't help it.

"What did you mean earlier when you were talking to Eun-ha?" 

"What do you mean?"

Jimin's eyes darkened. "You know what I mean, Inna. When she asked about me in high school. Cause, if I remember correctly, you were pretty into me." 

His lips came close to the skin on your neck then and you almost wanted them. You wanted him to nip at the skin and bring his tongue down on the mark.

"Mmm, but you weren't into me."

"How do you know?" 

You scoffed and pulled your leg off the barre and way from Jimin's hand. You spun to face him. "You made it pretty fucking obvious, Jimin." 

You turned towards the door, ready to just end your practice early, but you were stopped when Jimin grabbed your waist and lifted your butt onto the barre, your back against the mirror. He stood between your legs, his hands still resting on your hips. 

"Jimin, what are you doing?"

"Who says I'm not into you now?"

"Are you confessing to me?" you asked, a smirk crossing your lips. You were taller than him in this position and it made it easy to reach over and run your hands through his already messy and sweaty hair. 

"No," he said. "Just thought you might let me fuck you against this mirror." 

You laughed and pulled at his hair slightly. "Try again, baby boy." 

Jimin's gaze hardened and he backed away from you, allowing to hop down from the barre. He looked slightly disappointed, and you tried not to laugh. Did he seriously still act like the boy in high school who became pouty when a girl didn't sleep with him?

"How's Mochi?" he asked, his voice small as he moved to the far side of the room where your phone was plugged in. He switched through songs again he came to one that seemed to suit him. He'd chosen a slow, classical song you didn't really dance to anymore. 

"Jackson's doing fine. My friend is checking up on him today since I had to be gone most of the day." 

"Can I come over and see him sometime?" 

You nodded. "Of course, he's half yours." 

Jimin beamed and his eyes followed you as you began again at your plies. While you didn't have your ballet shoes anymore, you could still do nearly a proper job barefoot. 

"You did ballet back in the day, right?" 

You nodded.

"Did you forget your shoes? I didn't know you went anywhere without them." He chuckled slightly, remembering a very different version of yourself. 

"I don't have them anymore, Jimin." 

His face fell. "Why?"

You took a deep breath. "My Senior year I was the prima ballerina at the ballet school. I premiered as the lead in the Winter ballet. And, there was an accident." You winced remembering the sounds as your Achilles snapped and you fell onto the stage. You knew it was the end then, you may never dance again, and your tears hadn't been from the pain, but from the reality.

"I haven't been able to do ballet since," you said. "I can do the basic stuff, but anytime I try to do anything advanced, it hurts. I try again every once in a while, but--" 

"That doesn't make any sense, Inna. An Achilles injury should affect all your dancing, not just your ballet." 

"I know, Jimin," you said. "But, I've given up. It's okay." 

His face was pouty again. "You know, for the audition piece, if you were to do a ballet routine, with that story, I don't think they could say no." 

"Jimin, I don't want to get in on pity." 

"It wouldn't be pity though. It'd show how strong and dedicated you are. I could help you." 

"Doctors and physical therapists have tried to help me, Jimin. I'm lucky that I was able to dance again in the first place." 

"Just trust me, Inna. I think you can do this. Try something." 

Jimin cleared room for you and you hesitantly got into form to perform a pirouette. You began to spin and almost immediately pain shot from your heel up your leg. You fell and felt the air leave your lungs. You wanted to sob, but couldn't find the oxygen to do so. Instead, your cries came out in small heaving breaths. 

Jimin was at your side almost immediately, one hand on your back and the other buried in your hair. 

"I'm sorry, Inna," he said. "I shouldn't have made you do that." He shushed you as he pulled your form into him. You let him as his warmth was comforting as you felt the throbbing pain begin to subside. "I promise I'll help you. I promise."

The club was pretty dead, which wasn't surprising considering it wasn't the coveted weekend shifts. You'd made a a few bucks in tips, but nothing that was going to help pay your rent. You only had an hour left of your shift and you fully planned on getting on the dance floor when it was over.

You cleaning glasses when you saw Jimin and his gang walk through the entrance; and for once, you were smiled when you saw him. The seven men gathered around the bar and each took a seat. 

"Hello boys," you said, your voice taking on that not-meaning-to-be-sexy-but-also-totally-meaning-to-be-sexy quality that tended to get you more tips. "What can I get you tonight?" 

"Just give us a round of beers," Jimin said. 

You nodded and handed them around. "Don't get many college students here during the week. Out celebrating anything?" 

"It's Hobi's birthday," Jungkook said, sipping his beer, and motioning over to another guy in the group. 

You glanced over at who you assumed was Hobi and your eyes widened in recognition. Jung Hoseok. He had graduated the year before at the top of the dance program. Jimin had replaced him in that respect. 

"It's your birthday?" you asked. 

He nodded, looking you up down. 

"Well then, you're entitled to at least one drink on me. What'll it be, handsome?"

He glanced at the menu for a second before ordering a cocktail. You made his drink and handed it to him. He smiled, a blush still slightly evident on his cheeks.

"You know, I think I recognize you." You heard Jimin clear his throat, having obviously having taken notice of the way you were leaning over the bar. "Were in the dance program at the university?"

Hoseok nodded, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Yes, I just graduated last year." 

"I'm trying to get into the dance program right now," you said. "Any tips?"

"I can't really say without seeing you dance."

You glanced over at the clock on the cash register. "As it turns out, I'm off in a half hour," you said. "If you're willing to wait for me, I'll show you something."

The boy nodded, finishing his drink and setting the glass back down on the bar. He shot you a smile before 

When the next bartender came in, you were immediately on the dance floor. It wasn't hard to find the group of guys, huddled somewhat near the middle. Hoseok and Jimin were gaining the most attention and you couldn't help but notice the way they played flawlessly off each other.

"Hoseok!" you said, trying to gain his attention over the music. 

He caught sight of you and smiled, dancing his way over to you. You couldn't help but crack as smile as his smooth arm movements ended in his arm around your shoulders. 

"Jimin's been telling me how good you are," he said.

You glanced over at Jimin who finger waved at you with a small smirk on his face. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes.

"I'm sure," you said. "What else has Jimin told you about me?" 

"Nothing bad, I can assure you," he said. 

It wasn't long before you and Hoseok were dancing together. You were showing off more than usual. Normally when you danced with a guy, it was less about your actual skill, and more about flirting. But, with Hoseok, you could do a little of both. 

Sometimes you found yourself simply showing off your moves and others you found yourself grinding against him. You'd caught Jimin watching you a few times, his eyes dark and his demeanor beginning to change under the influence of alcohol. 

Jimin and a few of the others eventually disappeared. You weren't sure if they'd left or not, but you were having such a good time with Hoseok, that you didn't care.

The DJ was playing a slower tempo song--although you could still easily dance to it--when you felt a hand encircle your forearm and pull you away from Hoseok. 

"Hey!" you said, your eyes widening when you caught sight of your ex-boyfriend. "Chul-soo, what are you doing?!"

"I think I should be asking you that question," he said, his voice deep. It sent a shiver down your spine. "What was that little stunt you pulled last time?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Leaving with Park Jimin! Did you sleep with him?"

You didn't answer. 

"I always knew you weren't over him," he said. Chul-soo pushed you back against the wall, hard. You wanted to cry out in pain, his fingertips were surely going to leave bruises. "I never thought you'd stoop so low. Was I the only one stopping you from being such a slut?"

You looked past him and into the crowd, hoping someone would notice your teary eyes and the way you'd kicked off your heels. You wished Ye-jin was there. She would help you. 

"Hey!" you heard someone yell and Chul-soo was pushed away from you. "What's going on here?" Hoseok looked your ex up and down before turning to you. "Is everything okay?" 

You shook your head. The boy you'd come to know as happy and joyful turned and his gaze was warm. "I don't know what this is about, but I think it's best if you leave her alone." 

"Look, I don't know who you are, but this is really none of your business."

"I think it is," another voice from behind you said. You turned to see Jimin. His hair was slightly damp and falling over his eyes, which felt like daggers. Your ex seemed equally angry, but he was distracted. 

"Hobi?" you asked, trying to keep your voice as small as possible. "Can you walk me home?" 

He nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You glanced back at Jimin who's eyes softened momentarily as he watched you walk away. As much as you hated to admit it, you wished his and Hoseok's positions were switched. But, that didn't mean he needed to know that. You laid your head against Hobi's bicep as the cold air hit your face.

"Hey Jackson," you said, finding the kitten curled up on the couch. "I'm sorry mommy was gone all day." You stroked the kitten's fur and he purred loudly. 

You glanced over at the coffee table where Jimin's note from the night before still sat. 

You and Mochi looked so cute curled up in my jacket --Jimin x

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Hiii, May i request Stray Kids reactions to you asking them to move in with you please 🥺🫶🏼

SKZ Reaction To You Asking Them To Move In With You

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks for the request! I know getting the requests (and content in general) has been slow lately and I appreciate y'all for bearing with me. Also, Happy New Year!

Chan:

This man is going to be ECSTATIC when you ask him to move in with him. He has honestly been waiting for this day. With that said, if he is still living in the dorm full time when you ask him, he will still continue to live there part time, especially during long weeks since it is nearer to work and allows him to collaborate with the members better.

But, he will come home to you as much as possible. While he is normally a very organized person, he will get a bit excited and start sending you apartment listings without important features you would've talked about (such as if they don't allow pets, outside your budget, etc.). Don't worry, he'll calm down after a few days lol.

Minho:

Honestly, Minho will be pretty chill as long as you agree to having cats and are okay with his crazy schedule. He will low key wonder what took so long. Minho will also be so helpful when you're actually moving by carrying all of the heavy things and making sure you remember to take a break and eat.

He will be secretly touched that you want to take this step with him and will probably express it in some way you will only realize later. I also wouldn't be surprised if he ends up convincing you to let him pay the majority of the rent, or even all of it.

Changbin:

Will immediately do two things: 1). Act cute 2). Be surprised. No matter how long you have been with Changbin or how stable your relationship is, these sorts of gestures that indicate an evolution in the relationship will always shock him.

While Changbin's Leo sun makes him outwardly confident, he secretly hides a lot of insecurity and uncertainty. So, when you ask him to move in, and once he realizes you're serious, he'll pull you off the ground and into a hug. On move in day, he definitely wears a tank top just to tease you.

Hyunjin:

I imagine it will happen fairly casually and Hyunjin will be shy and cute as he says yes. I mean, he sorta already lives with you anyway based on how much time he already spends at your place. Will shyly ask for a space so he can paint and is SO happy when you say yes. He isn't used to living with anyone other than the members or his parents, so when you easily let him have an extra bedroom for his art, he thinks this is the best thing he's ever done.

Despite being an introvert, he seems like the type to throw a house warming party once the apartment is immaculately decorated with his and other's art. Also, he will have to introduce Kkami to space, of course.

Jisung:

Like Changbin, he's a little shocked, but eager to accept. Ngl, he does get a little anxious when he considers how he will work with the members and definitely wants a place close to the current dorm so that he can maintain a good work/life balance.

However, once you actually get a place and moved in, he is going to be so happy. Will stay up all night with you just so he can enjoy spending time with you in a space that is just for you two.

Felix:

Felix may ask before you get the chance. He can't imagine anything better than getting to live with you. Like Hyunjin, he will also take decorating the apartment extremely seriously. You probably won't even need to lift a finger in that regard.

He does feel a bit weird without the members at first and will go back to the dorm on nights you're out of town. Felix will also always come home to you at night, even if it's late.

Seungmin:

You decide to broach the subject with Seungmin gradually. It's not that you're afraid he will say no, he just tends to take these sorts of things seriously and would probably want to be the one to ask. Still, you begin hinting that your lease is ending a few months before it actually does. When you finally ask, there is little hesitation. In fact, he took your hints so well, he already has a list of apartments saved.

That said, Seungmin will insist on making the deposit and buying any new furniture. It's not that he doesn't respect that you make your own money and enough to make occasional big purchases, but it just makes the most sense from his point of view.

Jeongin:

Jeongin may be among the most hesitant to move in with you. It's not exactly that he doesn't want to, it's just that he will definitely miss the members. Still, when he agrees and you start making plans, he will become excited.

He's another budding interior designer and will spend literally hours picking out everything from the right color of curtains to the perfect bedspread. Once you get moved in, he realizes his worries were baseless as he actually enjoys the quiet and getting to see you as soon as he wakes up.

Hey, I love ur writing!! Could you do Skz mtl likely to break down when you almost break up/have a huge argument please ❤️❤️❤️

SKZ MTL Break Down When You Almost Break Up

Genre: angst

Warnings: general angst

A/N: Enjoy!

Most

Hyunjin Felix Jisung Changbin Minho Jeongin Chan Seungmin

Least

Hyunjin and Felix are absolutely the most likely to break down if you almost (or do) break up. Though, I think they would take different approaches. Hyunjin may isolate himself for days at a time as he takes time to decompress. He may also text you and constantly check to see if you've texted back. Felix will continue to work, but he'll appear much less happy than usual to the point that it is noticeable in published interviews and activities.

Jisung and Changbin could go either way. Jisung is either going to have a full breakdown, or he's going to simply throw himself into his work and have his moments. Changbin is similar. While his breakdown may seem much less traditional than the others, it would be more personal. He'd end up sending you song lyrics late at night with everything he wants to say.

Minho and Jeongin will likely be emotional for a day or so, but slowly immerse themselves in their routines. That's not to say they do not find themselves crying in the shower or in bed. A full-on breakdown with these two is unlikely though. Still, that's not to say they aren't upset or going through it.

Chan is too busy for a breakdown. Of course, he will probably call his parents to talk out his emotions and probably talk to the members. But, ultimately, he's going to go back to work, and while it might show a bit during Chan's room. Like Hyunjin, he may isolate himself a bit and throw himself into his work.

Seungmin will cry, but he won't break down. He's well adjusted and good at soothing himself when he needs to be. Out of them all, I think a noticeable or dramatic break down is the least likely when it comes to Seungmin.

Dangerous | Chapter Five: Maraschino

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M | Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: use of derogatory language toward women, alcohol consumption

A/N: I've discontinued using the graphic dividers because I'm lazy and it's been a while since I posted and I don't want to have to hunt for it. Therefore, the original dividers will be used.

Pabo: Don't forget about Mochi's vet appointment.

Pabo: Check your door before you leave 😘

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You had almost forgotten about Jackson's vet appointment that you had scheduled a week before. You'd told Jimin he could come since the kitten was half his, but your stomach churned. Other than class and dance practice, you didn't really associate with Jimin on campus, and if your ex or the wrong person were to see, it could mess up your plan for revenge or cause problems like the night before.

Slut.

You're ex's words still echoed in your head. You knew it shouldn't matter what he thought of you or what he called you, but it still hurt. It shouldn't matter that you enjoyed sex, casual sex, even, or that you enjoyed the attention you got when you wore a short dress or a tight skirt. It was easy not to think about when you got what you wanted, but as soon as someone you used to care about so much looked down on you for those things and called a name you usually embraced, it hurt.

You left for class in yoga pants, a sports bra, and a jacket thrown over the top. You shut your door and turned around to lock it, noticing two Ziploc bags taped to the door and a sticky note stuck between them.

You smiled, remembering Jimin's text. You peeled the sticky note off the door:

A treat for Mochi and a treat for Mommy

He'd drawn a small heart and smiley face after the note and indicated which bag was for you and which was for the kitten. However, looking at them it was obvious which was yours. One bag was full of cat treats and the other full of hard candies. You took one of the red candies and popped into your mouth. Cherry.

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You entered the classroom and noticed it mostly empty except for a few students huddled in a group in the back and Jimin setting up mats around the studio. He looked up as soon as he heard the door. He smiled but was sure not to linger too long.

You quickly stuck out your red stained tongue causing him to smile. You could tell he held back laughter as he ran his hand through his hair, his smile only growing wider.

"What're the mats for?" you asked.

"You'll have to wait and see," he said, cocking an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes and noticed as the rest of the class began filing in. You took your spot in the class, despite not being assigned a place to stand, everyone always fell into the same places. The instructor came in a few minutes later.

"Hello class," she said. "Today we're going to be doing something a bit different. For some of you, this will be familiar, but for others, this may take you out of your comfort zone. Regardless, part of being successful in the dance world is trusting in your team and your partners. So, today we are going to do some trust exercises, so partner up."

You looked around as everyone in the class grabbed onto a partner. You looked towards the girl next to you who had asked about Jimin--Eun-ha--but she had already paired with the girl on her other side.

"Now, there's an odd number, so one of you is probably without a partner," the instructor said, her eyes sweeping through the pairs before landing on you. "Ah, Inna." She waved her hand over at Jimin. "Jimin will be your partner."

Jimin walked over to you. He held a smug look on his face and he looped his arm through yours, brushing his fingertips over the skin of yours lightly.

"All right, the first exercise is an easy one, the trust fall," the instructor said. "Take turns falling backward and catching each other."

You turned to Jimin. "All right, fall," you said.

He laughed and turned around. "Are you sure you can catch me?"

"Shut up and just do it," you said. "Let's just get it over with."

You held your arms out and Jimin fell towards you. You caught him with your arms locking through his armpits and his head falling against your collarbone. You were used to these kinds of trust exercises from your ballet days. They were standard in the beginner's classes and often when working on a show when tensions are high, you'd all run through them again.

You helped push Jimin back to his feet. He turned to face you, a large grin taking up the majority of his face. "You trust me, babe?"

"To do a trust fall? Sure. Otherwise? Not an ounce."

"Ah, come on, I didn't beat up your ex last night for nothing."

Your entire body stiffened and you stood frozen. Did he really hurt Chul-soo? Your eyes looked down at his knuckles which didn't look terribly bruised. You hated your ex. You wouldn't care if he disappeared and you never had to see him again, but the thought of Jimin beating him up brought back the memories from high school of Jimin's black eye and bruised ribs and that Chul-soo didn't come to school for a few days he and Jimin fought back then.

"Okay, the second partner should be going by now," the instructor said.

You shook away the thoughts and Jimin's concerned glances and turned around. You held your arms up and began to tip back on your ankles, feeling your toes leave the floor and slowly, ever so slowly, you began to fall. Your eyes closed and you felt as Jimin's arms came under your own and catch you.

Your head rested against his shoulder and you felt his breath against your scalp. He slowly helped you back to your feet, but his hands lingered on arms and his lips brushed against the top of your ear.

"See? You can trust me." His voice was raspy and rough, but so hushed you could barely make out the words.

You scoffed and pushed him away. Yet, you felt a small pull in your stomach that maybe, just maybe, his words were true.

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"Hey beautiful," Jimin said, leaning against his motorcycle and holding his spare helmet in his right hand. "I should write your name on this." He held the helmet up to you and you took it and strapped it on. "You're the only one who wears it."

You rolled your eyes as Jimin climbed onto the motorcycle and started it. You got on behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle. Once you were secure, he kicked up the kickstand and drove towards your apartment.

You weren't sure what it was about a motorcycle that made you feel so free. You could rest your head between his shoulder blades and feel like you were the only two people in the world. The wind that swirled around you isolating you from the rest of the world.

It only took a few minutes to reach your apartment. Jimin followed you up and waited for you to unlock the door. Jackson was curled up on the couch asleep, but as soon as you opened the door, his head popped up and he meowed in greeting.

"Hey buddy," Jimin said, immediately throwing himself down on your couch and touch his noses with the kitten.

"I'm going to go change. I'll be just a second."

He hardly acknowledged you as you walked back to your bedroom and changed into a different pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. You placed a few treats in the pocket to reward Jackson after the vet and to make sure he stayed in your pocket on the way there.

You walked back toward the living room and heard Jimin talking to the kitten softly. "You're taking care of her, right, Mochi? I can't be here all the time, so I need you to make sure she's all right." You felt your chest tighten and walked into the living room.

"Hey," you said. "I'm ready."

He nodded and picked up Jackson, the kitten slumping happily over his palm. He handed the kitten to you and you placed him in your sweatshirt pocket where he curled up against your stomach. You kept one of your hands inside the pocket and allowed the kitten to chew lightly on your fingers.

You walked back down to Jimin's motorcycle and climbed on, this time careful not to crush the kitten, but also ensuring that the kitten couldn't climb out during the ride.

"I think I'm gonna keep my hand in so that he can't fall out," you said.

"No," Jimin said. "I don't want to risk you getting hurt. Just make sure you stay close to me and he should be all right."

"Jimin, I'll be fine. It's not a long ride--"

"Just be careful. I really shouldn't ride with you on this thing."

You rolled your eyes and secured one of your arms around his waist while you kept the other one in your sweatshirt pocket.

Jimin took off slower this time and you noticed he braked sooner and slower. Jackson stayed in your pocket, nearly asleep between yours and Jimin's bodies.

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"He appears to be fairly healthy for a stray," the vet said, her hands ran over the kitten's body and peered at his teeth. "He does look a little malnourished, but it's likely he was abandoned or orphaned. It's nothing a little love can't fix."

Jackson--unlike any other pet you'd before--didn't seem to mind to mind the vet's poking and prodding. He only mewed a little during his vaccinations and even purred as the vet did her examination.

"Looks like this little guy was lucky you two found him when you did," she said. "We'll keep him here for a couple of days to monitor him and prep to neuter him." You nodded, swallowing back your worries. "You can come pick him up in a few days. We'll make sure he's perfectly comfortable."

You nodded and gave Jackson a few goodbye pets and the treats he hadn't already eaten. He nudged the back of your hand and you felt it hard to pull away from the kitten.

You were startled out of your thoughts as you felt Jimin's hand on the small of your back. He gave you a sympathetic look before petting Jackson.

"We should get going," he said. "We still have to practice tonight."

You nodded and left the little kitten with the vet. You clung to Jimin a little tighter as he drove back to the university.

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You approached the final dance studio, although felt your heart sink as you heard music. All of the studios were being used.

"It's full," you said, walking back down the hall to Jimin. You shrugged your shoulders, your lips pouting out slightly.

Jimin sighed and reached into his pocket. You heard the rustling of keys and watched as he flipped through his keys until he came to a small silver one. "Come on," he said.

You followed him down the other side of the hallway and to an older part of the building. The building with all the studios had recently been remodeled and so there were a few abandoned dance studios in the basement of the building, but they were normally locked.

"Since I'm the T.A., I have access to the old studios," he said. "Since I'm required to always be available."

He unlocked the door to one of the studios and held the door open as you walked in. He followed you in and turned on the lights. The studio smelled a little dusty but was still in good condition, other than a few dents in the floor.

You headed to the corner of the room to plug in your phone.

"Wait," Jimin said. "I wanna do something different today."

He took hold of your wrists and led you to the center of the room. He sat down and you did the same. He pulled out a bottle of alcohol from behind him and two shot glasses.

"Where?! Jimin, have you had those the whole time?"

"It doesn't matter," he said. "What matters, is that for me to be able to help you, we're going to have to work through some things. You can still go on with your little revenge plots, I don't care, but you need to trust me enough for this."

"So, what's the alcohol for?"

"Answer or drink," he said.

"Jimin, you still have to drive…"

"I don't have a reason to go home tonight. Do you?"

Without Mochi at your apartment, there was no reason for you to go home. Your outfit was appropriate for the next day's dance class and it wasn't like you hadn't stayed out all night before classes before.

You shook your head and Jimin proceeded to pour you both a glass. The alcohol he'd chosen was a cinnamon flavored whiskey you were surprised he'd like at all. The orange liquid settled in the shot glass and you were surprised as Jimin took a shot immediately. He poured himself another shot and set the bottle back down with a soft thud.

"All right, who should go first?"

"I will," you said. "Are you attracted to me?"

"Yes," Jimin said, his voice cutting through the air. "Don't waste all your questions like that."

"Why do you let me see Mochi?" he asked.

"What do you mean, Jimin? We found him together. It's only right."

"But, you hate me?"

You sighed, downing you shot and refilling it. "That was two questions."

"Why are you so nice to me?" you asked.

Jimin's eyes softened for a moment before he took the shot glass and tipped it back.

"Why do you still care about what happened?" Jimin asked.

"You were my first boyfriend, Jimin. I don't know, I was deluded and naive and you took advantage of that. Why--why did you do it in the first place?"

Jimin sat still for a moment, his eyes stuck on your face. "I don't know," he said. His voice cracked and barely there.

"That's not an answer, Jimin."

"I know, but I really don't know why I did that."

"Just drink."

He obliged and took a shot. While you knew Jimin had a fairly high alcohol tolerance, you could see the flush beginning in his cheeks.

"What happened between you and Chul-soo?"

You immediately took the shot. There was no way you were going to explain everything between you and Chul-soo. The cheating, the toxicity, the jealousy that turned to resentment. You'd dated Chul-soo for years, and yet, you were happiest without him.

"I tried to look for you, you know? That night after you ran off, I looked for you for hours," Jimin said, his flush getting worse. "Where did you go?"

"Jimin, I--"

"Just drink," he said.

You did, this time the whiskey didn't go down as smoothly, the burn in the back of your throat becoming scalding. You felt your own neck and cheeks heating up. You hardly ever got flushed, but this time, you weren't sure if it was from the alcohol, or from the game.

"Why are you doing this? Surely, you had girlfriends after me," you said. "Why do you care about me so much?"

Jimin didn't answer, but rather, scooted closer to you. He took a shot, keeping eye contact with you. He threw the shot glass aside before his hands were cupping your cheeks.

"Jimin?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes widened at the question, but before you could even think about answering, your lips had already done it for you. "Yes."

His lips landed on yours for the first time since the night you first spotted him the club. He tasted like cinnamon and alcohol, you were sure you tasted the same. Within a minute, your back was on the floor and Jimin's hips were pressed against your own. His hands were balanced firmly on the floor on either side of your head.

He pulled away, his eyes tired and his lips swollen. Jimin brought one of his hands to his hair and pushed it back, before bringing back down and wiping his thumb over your lips.

"You should go home," he said.

"Jimin, I thought we were just going to stay here all night?"

"I changed my mind. Come on."

"No, Jimin, you're not driving. Let's just walk back to my place. You can crash on the couch."

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When you woke up the next morning, Jimin was gone. This time there was no note left or any evidence he'd even been there, other than the crumpled up blanket on the couch. All he left was the slight swelling of your lips and a small ache in your chest that you wished would go away.

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Dear Minors who keep following and Interacting with Explicit stories, I want you to look at this:

Link: https://www.avvo.com/legal-answers/what-laws-apply-to-a-minor-writing-reading-explici-4921019.html

It is illegal for an individual to knowingly use interactive computer services to display obscenity in a manner that makes it available to a minor less than 18 years of age (See 47 U.S.C. § 223(d)). (As stated in a Tumblr post. Click the link to read it fully)

I have seen a lot of discourse, again, about minors being in NSFW spaces and even some adults defending minors and that's not okay. A friend and I have done some research and have collected the above materials to show minors (those who are under the age of 18) that it is illegal for a minor to write, read, or interact with any sort of NSFW work.

When you do so you are putting adults at risk because adults will have to answer for your actions. You are putting adults at risk of legal trouble. When an adult blocks you it is not because they are trying to be mean, it's because they are trying to protect themselves and in existence you from anything bad happening. Nobody wants to end up in jail over a fucking fictional story. It's not fair to adults that you're putting them at such risk because you want to read about your favorite characters having sex.

An author has a responsibility to tag their stories, put warnings on them, and at times disclaimers for the stories so that the reader can make an informed decision before reading. If a story is marked as explicit or the author says they do not want anyone under the age of 18 to read their content then don't read it.

Everyone is allowed to have boundaries. Smut authors are trying to create safe boundaries so they do not do anything that would get them into trouble. If a person - whether or not an they write smut expresses that they don't want children or teens to follow them then that needs to be respected.

It is not anyone responsibility to provide minors with blogs that are safe for them to consume. If a minor can find NSFW blogs then they can find blogs that are safe for them.

Parents - and I know there are parents on here - need to take it upon themselves to educate their children on internet safety and not going into spaces that are not for them. They need to be more proactive in knowing what their children are doing on the internet. There are too many unsafe places and unsafe people on the internet for children and teens to be on it without parent knowledge.

Minors: you need to think about what you're doing and how you're putting people in danger. It is not worth it just so you can read material that's meant for adults. Stop putting people at risk. Stop not listening. Stop following blogs that are under the age of 18. You are in the wrong, not the adults blocking you.