I Got Chyu

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.

Venting…and escaping…

TW: Mentions of D34th, Mentions of jumping but no one jumps

The room was silent besides the fan in the corner of the room. A figure lays curled up on the mattress in the middle of the room underneath sheets and a comforter.

They stare at the moon light the trickles into the room from the curtain they made no move to close as it billows when the fan oscillates towards it. He’s drained, he’s tired, he’s in pain both physically and mentally as he hides. He hides from the commotion that’s muffled behind his locked door, it’s people he’d trust with his life and yet here he is hiding away.

If it wasn’t for his loved ones blocking the door, he’d have gone up to the buildings roof already but he’s trapped. He doesn’t want to confront them, doesn’t want the help but he knows he needs the help but doesn’t want to be a bother.

He heard shuffling and a small thud with a click. Slowly rolling onto his back he doesn’t see the shadow under his door, doesn’t hear yelling for him to let the help in, doesn’t hear a single peep. He knows his friends are worried but he can’t help but feel he doesn’t need help.

With slow movements, a voice and invisible force willing him to go back under the covers but he needs to see. Is this his chance? Can he leave? With slow movements, he’s at his door, unlocking it and peeking out. The hall light remains on but the rest of his home is dark, did they leave? He steps out, shuffling slowly to the living room to see no one then over to the kitchen to see a note.

If you see this, Kai, we’ve gone to the studio. When you’re ready, you can join us to record your lines. We won’t ask what’s wrong, you needed a moment and we understand.

-F

He knew who F was, they were the one to sit at his door. He flipped the note over, picking up the pen next to it to write his own letter.

I’m sorry I’m such a burden. I’m sorry I’m always distancing myself. I’m sorry that you all have to deal with me and my episodes, it doesn’t seem fair. You’re the best brothers I could’ve asked for and I won’t regret it.

-K

He would never harm himself, he doesn’t like the thought of death, he doesn’t like the thought of leaving people that love him in pain if he ever wanted to leave the world. He just needed a breather but didn’t know when they’d be back so he wanted to leave a note, it wasn’t till later how bad it could’ve been misread.

He slipped on his shoes, grabbing his keys and leaving his home for the building roof after locking the door. His steps echoed in his head and the echo of the staircase to the roof seemed twice as loud. His thin flannel pants and baggy hoodie barely concealing his body from the chilly night of Seoul.

He pulled his arms around himself, walking over to the edge and sitting down, his legs dangerously hanging over the side of the build his dorm resided in. The hoodie helped a little bit, the smell of familiar cologne still lingering. It wasn’t his hoodie, but one of his friends hoodies.

He looked up from his legs and around the view of Seoul, the street lights blinding him and making his head throb more, everything sensitive to him from being in a dark room all day.

His eyes jumped from building to building, and from car to car as they passed on the street. He left his phone behind, he doesn’t know how long it’s been. Five minutes? One hour? It wasn’t until he looked away from the sky and down to the ground that he saw a familiar black van with people getting out then suddenly he heard a scream. Looking over he saw a woman pointing at him and everyone else around her started looking up as well, including the individuals that were getting out of the vans below him.

He panicked.

No

No

No

this isn’t want he wanted.

His breathing picked up, gaining enough will to swing his legs back over the edge and step away.

No

No

No

What has he done? He just wanted some air, he didn’t want to be noticed. He’s not supposed to be noticed. Now the people below him think he’s gonna jump. The boys saw him too.

The boys

Shit, what is he gonna do? How can he get out of this? Can he get out of this?

His chest tightens, a boulder of a crane crushing him as his breathing picks up. Then there’s a thud and the squeaking of the exit door, he turns around, eyes filled with tears as he grabs his own hair and clenched his fist in the strands.

“Kai…” “Don’t! I’m not going to! I didn’t mean to be seen! I didn’t mean to cause this!” “Kai, It’s okay.” “No it’s not! W-What if they find out who I am?! How are people going to react when- When they realize an idol was on the edge of a building?! I just wanted some air, I wasn’t going to jump, I just wanted a breather. I just wanted a breather until I saw you guys come home. I saw the van but then that lady screamed and now I’m afraid…” “Kai, come here, it’s okay…”

“Chan, I don’t want to get in trouble…” “You won’t, Kai, come here…” He stepped forward, his arms open slightly. “I’m fine, Chan…” “Kai, you just said you were afraid.” “I don’t…I don’t need you guys worrying over my anxiety and my mentality though…” “Kai, you spent all day in bed without any reason or explanation as to why. All you did was push us away.” “I don’t deserve help, Chan.” “Yes you do. You can’t do everything on your own, Kai, we can help you. You help all of us so please let us help you. Please…”

The stood arms length apart, Kai needed his leader but didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t deserve help…but in the end he knew he needed it.

He stepped forward, crashing into Chan’s chest and wrapping his arms around him as he cried. Chan wrapped his arms around him tightly and shushed him softly, rubbing his back and scratching his head while playing with his hair. “I’ve got you, Kai.” He whispered as he buried his face in Kai’s shoulder.

“I’ve got you.”

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

Was gonna do it anyway but now I gotta come up with the situation 😅 The one thing I struggle with when starting new fics

T!Jeongin x B!Felix x T!Reader?

Thoughts? Opinions? I'm in the mood to write Top Jeongin but don't know if people would like it ㅜㅡㅜ

About the lee know fic, hyung, hyung is good.

I'm so glad i'm not the only one. 😄 Decided to use Hyung since I write with it a lot anyway and I couldn't stop thinking of subby Min begging his Hyung for more-

Thank you for your input 🩵😁

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.