The Start Of This Starts Off A Little Weirdly But As I Wrote It, I Got More Into The Flow Of It.

The start of this starts off a little weirdly but as I wrote it, I got more into the flow of it.

This is inspired by Han at the TMA cause oh my god that outfit he wore was just 🥵 I can’t, he’s just- inexplainable, I hope it makes sense.

Kai’s sanity was slowly diminishing the longer he glanced and stared at the other male.

He’s gotta remember to thank the stylists after this.

His grip on Minho’s shoulder, resting there originally just to have a hand on a member as they gave speeches, got tighter without him realizing. A sneaky slap to Kai’s stomach almost snaps him out of his daze which he thought was just looking over the audience but it was actually on the young rapper.

“Kai.” Minho mutters and nudged him again which got him to look over at him and release his hold. “Sorry.” He mutters as he rubbed the area he was gripping. “You okay?” He asks, trying to not look obvious as he checked the other. “Y-yeah, I will be.” “What’s wrong?” “Nothing to be discussed at the moment.” Minho nods and goes back to looking at the other members.

Afterwards, even after the TMA, they were getting ready to change when Chan spoke up, asking if the stylists and staff could leave for a moment for, what he said, members talk.

“Chan, what did you want to talk about?” “Oh, nothing.” “Then why did you send everyone out?” Kai had a suspicion of why he sent them out, his hand practically twitching at his sides, waiting to move.

“Go ahead.” “Uh…” “I’m not dumb, Kai. Minho isn’t the only one that saw your staring.” Kai’s eyes widen as it felt like his heart beat picked up. “Really?” “Yeah.”

Kai was out of his makeup chair and over to Jisung on the couch immediately, who was once sitting and slouching against the couch was now pushed onto his back with lips crashing into his.

Minho, who was sitting on the other end, laughed at Kai’s eagerness, abnormally calm as his leg was subjected to being Han’s pillow.

Kai’s left hand moved to the crook of Han’s knee to bend the joint before he pulled his own knee to be underneath it to be closer but to support himself from laying on the younger completely.

Dragging his hand from his knee, up his thigh, and to his waist, he slips his left hand under the cutouts at his hips while two fingers slide under his waistband, trying to pull Han closer as he arches further into Kai’s hold. Kai’s right arm had slid under his arched back, holding him close. The older male hums softly as he forces his tongue through Han’s lips to slowly lick into his mouth, the way Han always likes it. He likes rough kisses but slow make outs had him turning to putty.

Kai was surprisingly resisting the urge to go further, settling for just kissing him and touching. Han has relaxed from the initial shock, tilting his head with Kai as his right hand rests on Kai’s shoulder and his left on the back of his neck.

“How long will they go?” “Who knows, Kai almost looked hungry on stage.” Minho replied to Changbin. “You good there?” Chan said with amusement in his tone as he looked at Minho’s situation. “I’m fine.”

Jisung weakly tried to push Kai away but all his strength had left him when Kai’s tongue tangled with his. He whines, dropping his right hand from Kai’s shoulder to slap Minho’s knee. The dancer looks up from his phone, watching as Jisung tried to push Kai again before he moved his hand to the back of Kai’s head, tangling his finger into the blond locks on the back of his head. Kai groans at the feeling before he yelps when his hair is being pulled and he’s being separated from the young rapper.

Han leans his head further back onto Minho’s thigh while he catches his breath. Looking back up, Kai is twisted slightly, leaning on his right arm as his left hand holds himself up next to Han’s hip. “Ow, Hyung, that hurts.” Kai complains as he adjusts all his weight onto his arm to bring his left hand up to the hand pulling his hair.

“He was trying to push you off and you weren’t moving, had to do something.” Kai pouts as he drops his hand. “What’s that face for?” Minho asked with a smile. “Ow…” Kai mutters quietly making the other snicker and loosen his grip to scratch the sore area.

Han then stutters underneath them. “W-What did I d-do to g-get that?” “You didn’t do anything, it was this outfit.” “O-Oh, too much?” “Not at all.” Kai was gonna lean down again to kiss him but Minho held him back. “Min!” He whines before the hand leaves his head and he falls into Han’s neck, leaving small kisses along the side.

“Kai, we do need to bring staff back in here at some point.” The blond whines, rolling onto his side and bringing Jisung with him, going from making out to just holding him. “But Channie-hyung~” “Kai, we can’t be here forever.” He grumbles, settling his head into Minho’s thigh as he pulls Han to lay on his bicep next to the dancers leg. “Fine.”

Chan brought the staff back in, a few smiling at Kai and Jisung on the couch. Kai held Jisung tightly but not so much he couldn’t get up when his name was to be called but for now, Jisung buried his burning face into Kai’s chest and wrapped his arms around him. Minho stayed as Kai’s pillow until he was called, scrolling on his phone with one hand while the other played with Kai’s hair.

He was able to hold himself back this long, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to hold himself off when they get home.

Should i try to make a part 2?

Anyway,,,

I just couldn’t resist. This outfit is deadly and it just drove me nuts.

Not sure if people would want a Trauma fic but I have one started. it's my first full reaction post like this and so far I'm happy with it.

lmk if I should post it.

(Missing tags cause I tag as I write): Angst, mention of 🩸, small injuries [only in Chan's so far], "Flashbacks"

Flashbacks as in I described the scenario the phrase the boys yelled came from. Like in Chan's, he says "Who are you to tell me to stop?" which is the same phrase that was uttered by his father when Mn tried to stick up for his siblings when they were getting yelled at.

If it's too much, I won't post it or I'll make it less intense.

I got chyu 😏

This but a Felix version that's been on my brain for a day now.

Tags: Shy Felix, Nicknames (Jagi, Starlight), Felix being self conscious?

You've been lounging on the couch for awhile, one leg off the couch and the other bent, an arm hanging off the couch and the other above your head on the arm rest, staring at the ceiling, looking bored as hell to be honest.

Schedules finally ended and you told the boys you were gonna go to sleep and yet here you are, a few hours later, not sleeping. It was only thirty after midnight but you knew you had to go to sleep or you won't be a happy camper tomorrow.

Oh, why are on the uncomfortable couch instead of your room? You didn't want your tossing and turning to disturb Felix, he'd already been woken up by them, groggily asking with his deep, sleep riddled voice if you are okay and you just answered a simple 'yeah' as you got up, escaping to go to the bathroom but instead escaping to the living room so he wasn't disturbed anymore.

One of the reasons you couldn't sleep was too much on your mind, current choreography, places your going tomorrow, what you're doing tomorrow, everything. The other was an anxious gnawing feeling when you went to tease Felix before bed and he pushed you away. Did you say or do something wrong? When he pushed your hand away from his waistband and hip it felt like a small pang in your heart, he rejected your touch and for someone as affectionate as Felix, it's a little worrying.

A light door creak snapped you out of your daze at the dark ceiling and you look up, listening to the footsteps, trying to gauge wether or not it was one of the boys going to the bathroom or coming out to go to the kitchen.

In the darkness you see a slight silhouette walk over to you and when it comes closer you see it's Felix. "Lix, what's wrong?" You sat up, hands instinctively reaching out to rest on his thighs as he stands in front of you but they drop back down, remembering the last time you tired to touch him.

He stays quiet, fidgeting in his spot between your knees. "Lixie? What's wrong, jagi?" Your hands fidget before moving up, hesitantly placing themselves on his thighs as you continue to look up at him, waiting for him to answer. Your thumb rubs small circles into the material of your larger shirt he's wearing, it's big on him but barely makes it past his hips so the hem is at his upper thigh.

Without answering, he steps forward, placing his hands on your shoulders before lifting his legs to straddle you. You scoot back a bit, a little taken back by the action but at the same time welcoming it. Placing your hands on his waist you feel him relax into you, a contrast to him pushing you away earlier.

Your hand slide down his waist gently as his hands move off your shoulders and his arms wrap around your neck. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't want to say anything, your hands are so close but they don't move further.

He pushed you away cause he wasn't ready. He bought them secretly a while ago but just now had the courage to wear them. Under your shirt, the Loverboy underwear he wore almost burned his skin. He was comfortable but he wasn't ready for you to see him in something different than boxers and what better time than one in the morning, in the dark, by themselves.

You ask him what's wrong again and he still doesn't have the guts to say anything so he moves in a way that looks like an adjustment but almost falling off your lap which makes your hands protectively move to his hip and waist to balance him when you feel something unfamiliar under your right hand.

Felix settles himself as your eyes widen slightly and your other hand moves to his other hip before both move to his thighs. "Can I?" You ask softly and he nods before remembering that you guys are in the dark and whispering a small "Yes."

With the little amount you can see in the dark, you look down as your hands push the shirt out of the way to uncover his lower half to see the thong, straps pulled up further than normal and you'd be a lair if you said he didn't look good in it.

"Lix...why didn't you show me sooner?" You look back up, seeing more of his features in the dark. "I honestly thought you wouldn't like them..." He said. "I didn't...mean to push you away..." Then it clicks. "You were wearing these when I was teasing you." "Yeah...I still didn't feel comfortable at that time so I pushed you way. I should've just told you then."

He still has some sleep in his voice but honestly that made his accent more adorable as his words slurred slightly. "Lix..." You mumble softly and you see him look up, taking a hand from his bunched shirt to lift it to his face and cup his cheek, feeling him lean into it. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, darling. I didn't mean to." Your own accent seemed to relax him as he leaned his forehead onto yours. "I think you look even more sexy, to be honest. It looks so good on you."

You lean back to capture his lips with yours, immediately pulling him closer by his thigh when you moved your hand and gently tilting your head to the right to deepen the kiss, his body relaxing instantly.

Your hand tails back under the shirt, fingers sliding under the material of the waistband and gripping his hips to pull him impossibly closer. You went to tease his bottom lip when he suddenly pulled back, hiding his face in your neck with a whine. "Lixie?" "I'm too tired." He mumbles simply which confuses you until he wiggles in his spot and his semi met your crotch and you huff a light laugh. "Aw, starlight, it's okay." You encourage him, guiding his hips to have him grind into you. "W-wait-" His words contradict his actions as he moves on his own while you kiss his neck.

"Can I take care of you?" Felix whines before nodding his head against your shoulder. You move to lay him on the couch and hover over him. You slide his shirt up, hooking a finger into the front of the underwear and sliding to the hip to snap the band slightly, Felix jolting slightly as you look back up to his eyes.

You lean down, giving him a quick kiss which has him trailing after you and you smile. "You're so pretty, Starlight."

I'm sorry if this is bad. I only had one part thought of so I built this off of a small light thought I had.

Haven't decided if I wanted to do the others and If I did, the next one I sort of have thought out for is Hyunjin.

I- This- Beautiful. Love it. Funny, cute, and might I say hot all in one- Hyunjin’s gonna be the death of me one day too.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 !・h.h.

— you’re just trying to do your job; your client has other ideas.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬・1.3k 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠・idol!hyunjin x makeup artist!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬・very suggestive so mdni 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬・fluff, flirting, humor, big fwb vibes

𝐚/𝐧・this took me less than half an hour to write i am actually the biggest sucker for this trope. also, we hit another milestone recently!! i appreciate all of you immensely; look forward to more ♡

“Five ‘til!” A crew member calls into a walkie-talkie, and you’re so surprised by this information that you stumble right over him, your heel ungracefully ramming into the poor man’s toes. 

You apologize hurriedly, bowing yourself out of the awkward situation—and then you check your watch. 7:55 P.M. A quiet "shit" leaves your lips as it dawns on you that you'd completely lost track of time.

Briefly, you contemplate your predicament, drumming the palette of makeup you’re holding in your right hand against the palm of your left: do I have to? Is it really necessary? But you know your answer even as you’re asking yourself the questions. You’re damn meticulous—sometimes to a fault, but always to your own satisfaction.

You had a vision, and you’re going to see it through.

With impeccable timing, your coworker appears out of nowhere, and you fasten a hand around her arm. “Hey, where are the members again?”

“Stage left.” Then she registers your question in full, and snaps her eyes to your face; stylists were supposed to have finished up with their respective members nearly an hour ago. “Hang on, are you out of your mind—”

“I won’t be a minute!” You call, scurrying away.

“You won’t be employed!” She returns, but you’ve already disappeared into the curtains’ dense shadows.

You jog a short distance, turn a few corners, and finally spot the eight members clad in outfits of varying amounts of silver and black, every inch of them so sparkly that they’re reflective, even with how little light reaches this part of the stage.

You’re looking for one man in particular, though, and you single him out right away: long, black locks falling into his eyes as he adjusts his microphone, broad shoulders and tall frame flattered perfectly by an obsidian suit, looking like he fell off a Paris Fashion Week runway and into a wormhole that teleported him to Osaka.

All your doing, by the way.

“Hwang Hyunjin!” You shout, and he (along with several of the other members) whips around at the sound. And Hyunjin furrows a perfect brow when his stylist materializes before him, four minutes to curtain up, wielding a palette of makeup like it’s a baseball bat.

“Are you out of your mind?” He calls.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” You lift a pointer finger into the air and curl it twice. “Come here. Hurry."

Hyunjin gives the others an apologetic glance before hurrying over, and you are met with a blast of Byredo Blanche when he arrives in front of you, the expression on his face equal parts amused and confused.

“Down,” you say, flicking open the eyeshadow palette with one hand.

And then Hyunjin understands. A loud, uninhibited laugh leaves his lips, a sound you’ve become so accustomed to by now that you’re completely oblivious to the fact that only you bring it out of him.

“You really are something,” he says, spreading his feet apart until he’s brought himself to your eye level.

With that, you get to work, one hand gathering some eyeshadow on the pads of your fingers, the other moving to hold his shoulder. Brushes are luxuries you can’t afford right now.

“Close your eyes,” you direct, your voice softer now that your face is only inches away from his, and Hyunjin heeds your words obediently. You begin to dab the crimson powder against the curve of his lids, careful to avoid messing up the rest of his eye makeup. His lashes flutter involuntarily at your gentle touch.

“A shadow to match the lip,” you murmur absently. “I pictured it and knew it had to happen."

Hyunjin makes a sound of approval, and then there is that smirk on his face, the one you’ve learned only means trouble. “You’ve been thinking about my face the whole night, then?”

“No. I’ve been thinking about whether vegetables can feel pain,” you deadpan. “Yes, I've been thinking about your face. It’s my job.”

“Is that all?”

“Sure is.” You blow gently on his finished eye and move on to the other. “Now save your voice for the stage.”

He obliges, but that dreadful, self-assured expression remains on his face, and you're immeasurably grateful that he can’t see the blush that you’re well aware paints your cheeks.

“Done,” you say a minute later, straightening with a confident flourish. And you think you could squeal when Hyunjin opens his eyes, and you see that the exact effect you’d hoped for has been realized: a splash of maroon that is both subtle and seductive, sleek and suave; that not only accentuates the shape of his eyes but pulls attention to his lips, which are dyed a similar hue. Damn, you’re good at your job.

“I don’t have a mirror,” you say, looking around. “I can use my phone if you want to—”

“It’s fine,” he says. “I trust you.”

You grin at this. “Good. Because you look sexy as hell."

Upon hearing your words, he straightens to his full height. You don’t think much of this at first, too busy re-examining the masterpiece you’ve created on his eyelids, but in the blink of an eye you’re suddenly aware that Hyunjin is standing conspicuously and intentionally close to you. You instinctively move away, but you’re too late; he’s already guiding your back to the wall behind you, his body enclosing yours against the smooth surface.

You send a panicked look over Hyunjin’s shoulder, only to realize that the two of you are completely out of anyone’s line of vision. That doesn’t stop the sharp hiss that leaves your lips: “Hyunjin, are you cr—”

But then there is a familiar gust of breath against your skin, a thumb over your cheekbone.

He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help himself when you get like this; all bossy and concentrated, an ambitious glint in your eyes, an air of confidence in your gait. He always thinks it’s ironic that your job is to make him look good when all he’s ever done is admire your beauty, so effortless and profuse that it feels timeless, like freshly bloomed forget-me-nots.

He knows he shouldn’t—but that makes him want to more.

When your lips meet, they move together with an ease and familiarity that reveal how many times you’ve done this before. He brings a hand to the small of your back, and you tangle your stained fingers in his luscious hair, the delicious pressure of his mouth upon yours rendering your reluctance (and the eyeshadow palette, which clatters noisily to the floor) momentarily forgotten.

As the kiss deepens, the bridges of your noses slide together; your every sense becomes overwhelmed by the slippery plush of his full lips and the warm caress of his large hands; you drink in the rosy musk of his cologne like your cells need it to live as opposed to oxygen. The tip of Hyunjin’s tongue teases the seam of your lips, as if requesting access, and you grant it to him with a light moan that is both blissful and thoroughly exasperated. When he hears the gorgeous sound, he has half a mind to scoop you up and leave the venue then and there.

Then, a voice bellows from not too far away: “One minute, everyone! Places, places!”

You’re so startled that you not only break away from him but jump a meter into the air, giving Hyunjin’s shoulder a hearty slap on your way down. But he is entirely unbothered, dipping his head to press a trail of light kisses along your jaw instead.

“You’ll be watching the performance, yes?” He murmurs against the sensitive skin.

“Of course, what else—”

“—don’t take your eyes off me.”

And the words throw your heart against your ribs like uncooked French fries in a vat of oil.

He is just about to walk away when you realize how decidedly disheveled you’ve left him, and you yank him back to you with a fresh wave of panic. You wipe at his smudged lipstick with the cuffs of your sleeves; nitpick his hair until every strand is back in its proper place. Only when you’ve gotten rid of all the incriminating evidence do you permit him to leave.

“Thank you very much,” he says, bending into a gracious bow, the perfect image of professionalism. The facade is given away only by the upturned corner of his still-flushed lips.

“Break a leg,” you return drily.

The last thing you hear is that stupid, bright laugh before Hyunjin rejoins his members, and they step into the strobe lights together.

Even when the concert begins and the stadium is drowned in fanatical screams, the heartbeat in your ears remains the loudest sound of all—and you bury your burning face in your hands.

Hwang Hyunjin will be the death of you.

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Taking a mental time out from smut cause it's just not working but the Full Thong fic for IN and Jeonglix-Reader fic will be out soon.

For now, was wondering if this series idea would be interesting to anyone else.

A Buzzfeed Esque video "A day with a celebrity"

The series would be Nine parts and each chapter would be what the MC did in the day with each member. The ninth part would be what they did as a whole.

Here's what I have so far. (?) means it might be changed.

BC: Chill Studio (?)

LM: Cat Cafe (?)

CB: Takes MC to the gym (lol)

HH: Either dance studio or he and MC paint together

LF: Brownies :3

I'm getting interested in my idea and suggestions for activities would be absolutely fantastic cause I'm running out of ideas and I'll even tag you to credit for the idea.

I know at least some people like my writing and I feel like I'd have fun writing this. I'm having fun thinking of it.

Forgot I had this hitman poly stray kids fic. Thinking about rewriting it a bit then posting it.