Your Behaviour Is SoUGHH

Your behaviour is so…UGHH

A/N: this is my first post. I’m kind of just writing it because I really want something super angsty right now 💀 (I’m listening to music and ive shuffled all of stray kids music and drive just came on LMAO)

Summery: Chan had been working late for a while but today was important, he missed Y/Ns birthday.

Bang chan x Gender neutral reader

Chan had been late again. All week he had worked late but you expected that he would atleast be home for your birthday. You had a party and you had reminded him atleast 12 hundred times. He was your most important guest. He had reassured you again and again that he would be there.

You had been looking forward to today for so long. You tried never to get in the way of your boyfriends work because you knew how important it was to him.

But in your heart, you felt it when he was away a lot.

Secretly in your mind, today would be special because you had a legitimate reason for him to be there. You would have a day to show off your favourite person in the world.

But it didn’t happen. As every hour ticked by, your heart broke a little more. You spent the party constantly glancing at the clock. Most of your friends didn’t mention him not being there. Although you had expressed your excitement to them multiple times in the days before.

The looks of pity felt as though they were burning your resolve ever so slowly.

When everyone left, you sat in the middle of your room on the floor, staring at the wall of the now very messy room. Tears pouring down your face.

It felt like you were alone in this relationship. You tried your best to be there at every one of his milestones. Every time he had an important event or just his birthdays. Not only for him but all the members.

It took so much of you to go to award shows. An event where you both had to pretend you didn’t know each other outside of work. But you were there. Because he was. Moral support.

You sat there for a while with no sense of time until your phone buzzed.

A tiny part of you hoped that it was him.

It wouldn’t do much now though would it?

It was your most consistent friend, pinterest. You let out a strangled laugh. Then you took a breath and started to clean everything. Once that was done, you started to pack.

Enough was enough.

It was very late into the night when you got done with all of this.

As you finished clearing the apartment of your things, you heard the front door unlock. The sheer amount of panic that started to course through you was terrifying.

You froze for a second when you heard steps approaching you.

He opened the bedroom door while looking at his phone.

‘Hey baby, you still up? Its- uh, you going somewhere?’ He said as he noticed your bags.

‘I’m going away… for a while…’ You said while looking down.

He started to look worried, ‘away? Away where? How long’s a while? Why do you need to go?’ He put the stuff he was holding on a side table.

‘Chan, I need to leave. I can’t be here. Its too much for me to constantly feel like I’m waiting for you,’ you hurried with gathering the last of your things.

‘What? Waiting for me…? Why? What happened?’ He started walking over to you but you backed up. He stopped, instantly with a look of hurt.

‘Have you seen the date?’ With that, his face dropped. He nervously laughed.

‘No no no, that’s not today, its not-’ he took his phone out and saw the date. He was stunned. ‘I’m so sorry, I could’ve sworn your birthday was tomorrow…I was too distracted all day to be able to get to my phone.’

You looked so hurt, ‘now you won’t have to worry about remembering things. Things that aren’t as important. I won’t bother you with anything.’

You grabbed your things and made a move to the door but he moved to block you.

‘It is important! I was just really distracted. I had so much going on in my mind that I lost track of time. I swear, I’ll make it up to you, just don’t leave,’ he pleaded.

‘You still have to make up for the last 3 dates you missed. What? Should I tack this onto the list? But also be mindful because you will take on 3 more projects at the start of the next week.’ You couldn’t do it anymore. It was constantly one thing after another. You constantly felt like the bad guy but you wanted to be supportive and he said he would try. But then he didn’t. He always had a reason not to. And you couldn’t do it anymore.

‘You know I’m not doing it on purpose. It’s just part of my work,’ he looked so worn out, you had to look away otherwise you would give up.

‘I can’t do this right now. And from the looks of things, you can’t either. Trying just isn’t cutting it anymore. I need to be anywhere but here.’

‘Y/N please… I can try harder… I’ll find a way… just… don’t leave…’ his voice breaking.

‘If you care about me even a little, don’t say anything else. Just let me go. Atleast for a bit. I need to do this,’ you started to leave again but he didn’t stop you. He stood there, still. Looking at the floor.

And you left. Not knowing what would happen next. When or if you would even see him again.

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Part 2

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

I dunno (just my opinion) but, every Asian parents do that to their child atleast once in their entire parenting life(bcs I'm Asian ajd my parents do that to me, since I still kids until now I guess). I now it seem rude and abusive but its became normalized in here,kids are kids and parents are parents. As the older they can say whatever as they want and the younger or the kids should be agreeing or apologizing even tho they don't now what they up to. Just hope everything get better yeah...

Strike 3. (s.cb)

plot; You never had a good relationship with your parents. So when they invited you to a family dinner, you were unsure of whether to go or not. Changbin said you should at least try. So you did. You went. But you end up wishing you hadn't.

pairing; Seo Changbin x fem!reader

genre; angst, comfort

word count; 2.7k

warnings; mentally abusive parents, weight insecurity, knifes cause cooking is mentioned, one small blood mention, alcohol mention, trauma reminders, cursing, established relationship, description of panic attack, crying, pet names

request; no

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As you stared at your phone, your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. Your mother had texted the night prior, her text reading, “We’re having a family dinner at home tomorrow. We would like you to come.”. Which would have been great and all, if you had a good relationship with them. 

Ever since you were young, your parents were hard on you. Always belittling you for such small things. Praising your older brother, since he seemed to be getting further than you were. You were always jealous of the way he was treated. He always got the praise and love you never got. 

When you brought it up to Changbin, he said you should go. He knew of the way they used to treat you. But he assumed maybe this dinner was gonna be different. That this was their redemption. So with some convincing, you finally agreed. So here you sat, texting your mother a simple, “I’ll be there.”

You didn’t wear anything special. Looking at yourself in the long way mirror you and Changbin had in your room. You wore one of his white hoodies, black cargo pants and your converse. You weren’t gonna try and impress them. You didn’t wanna seem like a try hard. 

You sighed as you grabbed your phone and lanyard which held your keys. You walked over to Changbin who was cleaning up the kitchen. “I’m heading out.” You said as you leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Alright, tell me when you're on your way home, yeah?” He turned to you. You nodded and gave a soft kiss to his lips. 

As you walked out, you heard him call out. “I love you!” You giggled a bit. “Love you most!” With that, you headed out. As you walked to your car, you were really contemplating if you wanted to go or not. But you guessed you had already made your choice when you texted your mother back. You sighed as you got in, starting the car. 

You drove in silence, needing time to mentally prepare for what was to come. You parked on the side of the road in front of the house. You turned off the car, stuffing your phone and keys in your pocket, the my melody lanyard hanging out. You walked up to the door, slowly holding your fist up to knock. 

It was only a few seconds before your brother opened the door. He stared for a second. “You look fancy.” He said sarcastically. “Yeah, thanks.” You rolled your eyes as you walked into the house. You gave a small smile to your mother who came to greet you. 

You bowed your head and hugged her. “Hi momma.” You said quietly. “Hi, Jagi.” She said back, leaning back to cup your cheeks. She pinched at them. “You’ve gotten some extra chub to your cheeks.” She said, huffing disappointedly. You frowned. “Oh- I..” You just cleared your throat, knowing better than to talk back. 

Your father was next to walk to greet you. Except there was a noticeable grimance on his face. “You look lazy.” He motioned to your outfit. “Yeah. It's to hide all that weight she gained.” Your brother leaned against the wall. 

Strike one. Did you really look that bad? “Sorry.” You bowed your head down, holding it as a deep apology. “Anyways! Come help me with dinner, dear!” Your mother patted your head. Your father and brother headed out to the living room. 

As your mum explained to you what you were gonna be doing, you nodded. You were gonna be cutting the vegetables for the salad. She handed you a knife and you began to cut the vegetables.

You seemed to be zoned out, because as you were cutting, you cut your finger pretty good. “Aishh! Shibal-!” You cried out, dropping the knife onto the cutting board. You whimpered as you held your bleeding hand over the sink. 

Your father whipped around, glaring at you from the other side of the bar counter. “Don’t you curse in my house!” He yelled, gripping the glass of whiskey in his hand. You opened your mouth to speak when you were slapped upside the head making you wince.

“You know better! That is unlady like! It's disgusting!” Your mother spat at you. You looked at your brother as he chuckled, leaning back in his chair, sipping at his glass of whiskey. “You need to grow up, dude. It's a small cut.” He scoffed. You clenched your jaw. 

Strike two. You stormed out of the kitchen, rushing to the bathroom. You cupped your hand below your finger, attempting not to drip any blood anywhere. Once you got to the bathroom, you closed the door with your foot. You held your hand in the sink and let cold water run over it. 

You felt your eyes get fuzzy as you let the water run. Nothing changed.. It was the same thing when you were younger. Walking in crying, having scraped your knee on the pavement. You were told to grow up. You weren’t dying. You weren’t broken. Get over it. 

Never did you get a kiss better. A mother to hush your cries as she bandages your knee with a bandage and neosporin. You took a deep breath. You shook your head, blinking back your tears. You grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and began taking care of your finger. 

You picked up your mess, putting the kit away and looking at yourself in the mirror. You wiped your eyes and huffed. You walked out of the bathroom to see the table set and ready, your parents and brother sitting down. 

“Took you long enough.” Your father scolded. “Sorry, dad.” You apologized as you sat down. It was normal to let the men at the table grab their food first. Then your mother, then you. You started to put food on your plate. “Should you be eating that much?” Your brother spoke, mouthfill of food. 

You sighed, placing the main course back in its bowl, just sitting with salad on your plate. You weren’t really hungry now.. So you picked at the food on your plate. There was only so much patience left before you hit strike three.. You were like a ticking bomb. 

You stared at your plate, waiting for someone to start a conversation. As if on cue, your mother spoke. “Are you still working as a kindergarten teacher, (y/n)?” She asked. You pursed your lips before nodding. “Yeah. I like it there. The kids are the sweetest.” You forced a small smile. 

“Aishh.. So disappointing.” Your father tutted. You looked at him. “You know, your brother is climbing the family company chain. He's about to be vice president next month.” He praised the male. tick tick tick…

You nodded a little. “Good job.” You nodded to your brother. “Thanks,” He shook his head a bit. You grabbed your glass of water, taking a sip from it. “Are you still dating that Changbin guy?” Your mother asked, covering her mouth as she chewed her food. 

This might be better. They were asking about your lovely boyfriend! You smiled a bit and nodded. “Yeah! We’re about to hit our four year anniversary.” You said proudly. You faltered though when your brother cackled. 

“Wait, you mean that idiot in the band? The one who got mad at the last dinner we had?” He pointed. You glanced down. “He wasn’t mad. He just wasn’t comfortable with how you were treating me,” You said matter of factly. “Don’t you dare talk back to your brother like that!” Your father raised his voice. tick tick tick…

You balled your fists, your leg beginning to bounce under the table. “You’re so dramatic, jagi. We treat you just fine.” Your mother said. You scoffed. “Yeah, do you?” You said, your fuse getting smaller by the second. “Yes, we do.” She shot a glare at you. tick tick tick…

You stared her dead in the eye. “You guys belittle me like i'm a bug!” You laughed in disbelief. “Not true, (y/n). Like your mother said, you're just being dramatic.” Your father piped in. “It's your stupid boyfriend. He's putting lies into your head to make us look bad.” Your brother spat. tick tick tick…

You stared at all them in utter disbelief. “You're joking! You did nothing but belittle me all night. The second I got here, you degraded me!” You raised your voice. “And you praise him like he's so much better than me!” You pointed at your brother. tick tick tick..

“Because he is better than you!!” Your father yelled. BOOM. 

You shot up from your chair. Your stormed out of the house, slamming the door. The tears in your eyes stung. Your chest was tight. You got in your car and started it, immediately driving home. 

As you walked in the door, Changbin could already read your body language. The way you angrily untied your shoes, throwing them on the floor once they were off your feet. The way you tossed your keys on the counter instead of hanging them up. He looked at you as you just walked to your room with not even a hello. 

You shut the door of your shared bedroom. You didn’t even make it to the bed before your legs gave out, sending you straight to the floor. All of what you held back in the car was coming out now. Your chest was tight and you couldn’t catch your breath.

Your lips became tingly and dry as you clutched your chest. A choked cry escaped your lips as you closed your eyes tightly. Your head was so heavy. You felt as if you were gonna vomit. You gripped onto the hoodie, coughing as you choked on sobs. 

You were unable to hear anything, due to the ringing in your ears that gave you a pounding headache. Changbin was in front of you, trying to get you out of it. “Baby! Hey! Breathe! Please breathe for me!” He tried. 

His voice echoed in your head. You slowly opened your eyes. “I’m right here, Jagiya.” He said, holding your hands tightly. “Bin!” You sobbed. “Gh- hurts!” You still couldn’t seem to catch your breath. Still choking and coughing as the sobs escaped your throat. 

Changbin nodded, rubbing gently over your knuckles with his thumbs. “I know, I know..” He mumbled. “Can you breathe with me? Like we practiced.” He said. You nodded quickly. “In.. One, two.. Out. One, two, three..” He said. You did as he said, following his breathing. 

“Good.. You’re doing so good, baby.” He said. After a few more, you were semi calm. You hiccupped. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked. “Can.. Can I shower first?” You asked. He nodded. “I’ll sit in there, if you’d like.” He offered. You nodded. 

He helped you up and you walked to the bathroom. You pulled off your jeans and socks. Changbin sat down on the toilet after setting the lid down. You slowly took off the hoodie, nothing but a bra under it. So there you stood, in your bra and underwear staring in the mirror. 

Changbin squinted at you for a moment, watching how you stared at your stomach. He stood up and walked behind you, hugging your waist. “Binnie.. Do-Do you think im-” He was quick to cut you off. “No. No. No.” He said. He kissed your shoulders, kneeling down and turning you around. 

He littered your stomach with kisses. “You’re so gorgeous, Jagiya.” He hushed against your skin. “Your stomach is so beautiful. All of you is beautiful.” He nibbled at your tummy a bit. You giggled softly, running your hands through his curly hair. “That tickles-” You hummed. 

He looked up at you. “Mmm.. I wanna hear you say it,” He said. You frowned. “Say what?” You mumbled. “That youre beautiful.” He stood up and went back behind you, hugging your waist again. You blinked. You stared at yourself in the mirror, shaking your head. 

“I can’t..” Your voice cracked. “Yes, you can, baby.” Changbin kissed your shoulder gently. “I-I..” You looked at Changbin in the mirror. He was giving gentle eyes to you. “I’m..” You started. He nodded gently. “I’m beautiful.” You finally said. Changbin gave a gentle smile. “So beautiful,” He said. 

“Now get in the shower, yeah? I’ll go put your towel and pjs in the dryer so they're warm for you.” He said. He kissed your cheek and left the bathroom. You couldn’t describe how grateful you were for him.. You stripped out of your garments and got into the shower. 

You spent a little while in the shower. Scrubbing a little harder than normal to get the disgusting words from your parents off your body. Changbin sat outside the shower, humming to a song he had stuck in his head as he scrolled through his phone. 

Once you were done you turned off the water. “Bin, can you go get my clothes?” You asked softly, poking your head out from behind the curtain. He nodded and smiled at you before heading to get them out of the dryer. 

You stood in the shower as you waited, thanking him when he returned. He left the bathroom so you could dry off and change. After you did so, you brushed your hair and teeth. You looked at the door, closing it a bit. 

Even having heard Changbins words from before, you couldn’t forget the ones from your family. You leaned closer to the mirror and pinched your cheeks. You turned, tracing your jawline. You sniffled and gripped the sink. You groaned, leaving the bathroom quickly. 

Changbin had made the bed nice and comfy for you to come back to. You smiled softly and sat down next to him, leaning into his chest. “You smell so nice,” He giggled as he ran his hands through your damp hair. You laughed softly, rolling your eyes playfully. 

You took a deep breath. You promised you’d tell him after you shower.. So that's what you did. You began to tell him all of what happened. From how they bashed you the moment you walked in, to the moment you left. 

When you had mentioned your finger, he gasped loudly. “Oh, Jagiya!” He frowned, taking your hand gently. He had seen the bandage before but he was too focused on calming you down. He brought your finger to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to it. 

He had listened to all of what you had to say. Humming here and there to let you know he was listening. He would wipe your stray tears with his thumbs when they fell down your cheeks. Deep down he was pissed. Rightfully so. He hated how your parents treated you. 

He had witnessed it first hand when they invited the both of you to dinner at a fancy restaurant. It was disgusting how they shit talked her like it was nothing. Then to turn around and praise their other child just as easily. He hated it. 

He rubbed your back comfortingly. “I’m so sorry sweet Jagi.” He sighed softly. You shrugged. “It’s whatever.” You sighed. “I knew better when I decided to go.” You mumbled. “Still. You don’t deserve that,” He said. “Get some rest, yeah? I’ll treat you to a better dinner tomorrow?” He smiled. 

You smiled softly, looking up at him. “Thank you. Bin. I appreciate you more than you know.”

You whispered. “Aishh.. No need to thank me.” He gave that nervous smile. You giggled and kissed him softly, which he happily returned. 

You pulled away after a moment and hummed. You both crawled under the blanket and tangled your legs together. He reached behind him and turned off the lamp before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. 

“I love you, Jagiya.” He whispered. “I love you more, Bin.” You hummed and closed your eyes, drifting off into a comfortable sleep. He would stay awake though.. Just for a few minutes. Taking you in. Admiring you from the dim streetlamp that shined through the window. He didn’t understand how anyone could be so rude and unkind to someone like you. So pretty and sweet.. He sighed softly and closed his eyes, kissing your head and falling asleep soon after.

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im so proud of this tbh :0 i literally thought of this as i was falling asleep and i wa so excited to write it, i love angst. i hope you guys enjoyedd! stay safe, loves! muwahhh!!

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Beautiful

Tw: Insecurities (body image), hurt/comfort, best boy christopher, it doesn't specifically state that the reader has an ed but it's implied (past or present)

I looked at my waist in the mirror as I turned to the side. I rubbed my hand over my belly fat as I remembered the night before. I'd binged again, and now I was dealing with the aftermath, bloating. I knew I was supposed to love my body, it does so much for me, but how the hell was I supposed to even look at it when I see so many women out there with small waists, thighs, arms, stomachs..

"I have a fat ass though." I noted as I turned a bit more. I looked at my face and criticized my chubby cheeks , rubbing a hand over them and feeling small bumps. I shut my eyes in defeat as I sighed again and put my arms on the counter, steadying myself.

"Wow...That dress fits you like a glove." I heard my boyfriend say from behind me.

"It's not supposed to, it's supposed to be loose here-"

"Hey, you look absolutely stunning, baby." He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and tucked his head into the crook of my neck.

"You're gorgeous.." He whispered as he stared at me in the mirror.

"Chris.."

"Look," He backed up and twirled me slowly, "the bottom flows, it gives you the snatchiest waist ever." He mocked a girls voice, causing me to laugh.

"There's that pretty smile." He said as he pulled me closer, kissing my nose softly.

"What's got you down, baby?" I sighed as I leaned into his arms, he wrapped his around me again and pulled me close.

"I don't know, I just, have a very bad relationship with my body today." He nodded in understanding.

"Well, can I help?" He asked, causing me to raise a brow.

"C'mere." He brought his hands under my thighs and lifted me into the counter and set me down.

"Look at those pretty eyes." He made his point by bringing his fingers dangerously close to my eyes and pointing.

"Pfft!" He made an 'ahah' sound.

"And that gorgeous smile. I think about it countless times a day." I smiled at him softly.

"Those cute little dimples, and that single freckle on your cheek." He kissed the freckle to emphasize.

"The shiniest hair and an even brighter forehead." I smacked his arm softly, making him cackle.

"That sense of humor that causes everyone to light up around you." He nuzzled our noses together and softly pulled me back to my feet, turning me to the mirror again.

"That body, curves like no tomorrow, and don't get me started on your thighs. Your hands, so fucking soft, I have no idea how you get them so soft, but I know when I have a hard day, you'll be there and welcome me with those beautiful arms of yours." My eyes were watering at this point as he kissed my neck softly before turning me around.

"But the single most beautiful thing about you, is your soul. Your amazing heart, and your strong drive. You love so hard and passionately, and that makes you the most radiant woman in the world. You are my girlfriend, my magnificent, alluring, and charming girlfriend. You touch the hearts of everyone you come across, and that's why you make it so easy to love you. So. Next time you wanna say something mean about yourself, think about me, would I appreciate someone saying something bad about my girlfriend? Nope. So-" I cut him off with a hug as I sobbed into his chest.

"I love you so much.." I whimpered into his chest.

"I love you more," He lifted my chin to look at him in the eyes, "every," he kissed me on the forehead softly, "single," nose, "part," left cheek, "of," right cheek, "you." And when he placed that last kiss on my lips, I couldn't even think of what I was thinking before. All I could think about was how my boyfriend viewed me and how I wanted to view myself. A beautiful person, with an even more beautiful heart.

This really hit home for me. I've been struggling with body issues and eating issues lately. If you're struggling with body issues, I just want you to know that your are loved, and no one is worth more than anyone else because of their body type. Your body deserves to be loved by you, we all deserve love, no matter of our body type. I'm sorry if this story isn't as good as my other works, I feel like I've sort of lost my touch for writing.

Baking and Love Making

Paring: Bang Chan x Fem Reader

Genre:Fluff / slight angst/smut18+

Summary: you wake up on your birthday with a smell lingering in your room, a sweet and familiar smell

Note: Bang Chan is pink / Reader is purple

Warnings: breast play, make out sesh, groping, mentions of underwear, suggestions of death, crying, suggestive, flirty Chan

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Proofread: no

Awakening from your slumber, your met with a familiar smell, your room is still dark from your large curtains being shut and your not really sure what time of day it is.

The smell lingers in your nose, making your mouth water and your eyes perk awake, it’s sweet and it can only be one thing.

Walking towards the kitchen causes the sweet smell to become stronger, stopping to rub the sleep out of your eyes, you feel two large hands at your sides and a plush forehead against yours.

“What are you doing out of bed, my baby girl?”

“I smelled something, I’m sure I know what it is”

“No, no, no, it’s a surprise and your meant to be in bed to receive it, so go on”

Chan leads you back into your shared room and opens the curtains to let some light in.

“I’ll just be a moment” and with that Chan disappears out the door.

What seems like an eternity goes by with only the birds outside keeping you entertained, when you hear him knock at the door.

Coming in empty handed and with the look of a man on a mission he marches straight over to the curtains and shuts them, you want to question him on what’s taking so long, “Cha…..” but he leaves again.

This time the wait was a bit shorter, thankfully or you would’ve fallen back asleep with the room being so dark.

He enters with what your sure is a big smile on his face and a small pink cake illuminated by the candle on top.

“Oh yea it is my birthday, isn’t it”

“Baby are you saying you forgot your own birthday?”

You both laugh as you suddenly realize you have in fact forgotten your own birthday.

“It’s ok baby we all make mistakes”

He chuckles as he makes his way over to the bed and takes a seat beside you.

“Make a wish“ he whispers, holding the cake up close to your face.

You close your eyes and do so excited for your favorite sweet treat, you haven’t had it for such a long time, the smells making you crazy.

“Thank you baby, you really are the best”

“It’s nothing, now eat up”

“I shall share” you say, holding a fork full to his lips, he pushes the fork away.

“Nonsense, I made it for you and you’ll eat the whole thing”

Your eyes widen as you look at the size of the cake, it’s rather small but still you didn’t want to look like a glutton.

“Are you sure, that’s a lot of cake for one person”

“Come on Baby please, I made it extra special for my girl”

His big round eyes met yours, forcing you into their trance, you had no choice but to except.

Taking the fork in your mouth the flavors are heavenly and you feel at home, there was only one other person who could make cake like this, your mom.

She’d always bake you a short cake just like this one on your birthday, knowing that Chan wanted to surprise you big time with this extra special cake, taking his time following the recipe and scrutinizing every step.

“How is it” with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, your emotions roll over you strong. The taste is exactly the same and it reminds you so much of your mom, who you’ve missed so much.

All you could mumble out was a shaky “it’s good”

“Aww my baby girl, are you crying”

Being asked makes it worse, tears rolling down your cheeks in streams and your sure you look far from pretty.

Reaching out for Chan your met with an even bigger surprise, Chan’s naked torso hugging you.

He was hugging you innocently out of pure concern but why was he half naked? You decided to ignore it and pull yourself together.

“Thank you Chan but really I’m ok now”

“You sure” his concern laced through his voice but you reassured him you were ok and that the water worked had stopped.

“I’ll just be in the kitchen yea? Finish your cake”

You hum in response, knowing very well your kitchen is a mess beyond repair and it needs to at least be straightened before you get out of bed or he’ll feel bad.

Finishing with your cake you laid back full and bloated like you feared you’d be, waiting for your Channie to return.

You wiped at the now dry tears on your face whilst thinking about your mom, you think about her almost everyday yet when faced with a simple cake you broke down in tears.

You were deep in thought when Chan returned

“See told you, you ate it all”

“Are you tryna make me feel fat?”

“No, no, not at all I was only joking I swear”

“It’s ok Chan I was only messing with you”

Sighing a sigh of relief Chan takes a seat beside you and starts to stroke your back gently

“Hey are you thirsty by any chance?”

“Thirsty? Sure the cake was always best with some milk, if you don’t mind”

“What about some strawberry milk?” He asks raising an eyebrow, the sorta thing he only does when he’s teasing you.

“Chan babe what are you getting at” just then Chan stands up and opens the curtains.

Your in complete shock almost laughing but you pull yourself together, biting your lip to contain it.

Bright pink boxers, accompanied with little strawberries all over.

“Suddenly I feel parched and really need a drink” you say looking up at him with your puppy eyes from where you sat at the edge of the bed.

Chan caresses your cheek, letting his hand trail to your hair to push little strands out of your face.

“Is this a good birthday present for my baby girl?”

“What the underwear” you tease

“Perhaps what accompanies the underwear would be much more fun for my baby to play with”

He towers over top of you basically squishing you into the bed, planting a small kiss on your lips.

“Just let me” kiss

“make you” kiss

“Feel good” kiss

His hands trail under your shirt, fondling your breasts and pinching your nipples.

Giggling at his eagerness you gladly kiss him back, massaging behind his ear where you know he likes it.

“Well come on then babe don’t make me wait, can I have my present?” You say wrapping your legs around his bare waist, slightly grinding into him in hopes it’d start him up.

“Say please”

SILENT HILL 3 (2003)

sleepy scenarios - stray kids

a/n: inspired by @hanjibug bc who doesn’t love snuggles and sleepy skz :’) also written to calm my delulu side bc I am in need of snuggles (although I’ve been single all my life BUT ANYWAYS- chris pls help a girl out)

synopsis: sweet, comforting and sleepy scenarios with the most handsome and cuddly cuties.

stray kids x reader

word count: 1745

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⋆·˚ ༘ * bang chan ⋆·˚ ༘ *

most times you would fall asleep in his arms, but you weren’t home. you were at his second home, the infamous channie’s room. chan worked diligently, not noticing that you had stopped scrolling on your phone. your body goes lax, letting the phone slip from your grasp and onto the floor, scaring chan from his trance. he peers down to see your lips barely parted releasing whimpers. chan couldn’t help himself but to coo at you with your hands now folded up beneath your chin. chan lifts your chin up slightly just in case you get a cramp in your neck, moving his hands to your body going to cradle you closer to him. you stirred, chan watched closely as your eyebrows furrowed together for a short moment before they would relax. he goes to release his breath as you begin to tuck yourself into a tighter ball in his lap, turning your face into his neck. chan nearly melts into the chair, concluding that he would no longer work the rest of the night. the next morning when changbin and jisung came in to record for their tracks, they found you and chan curled up on the couch, snoring in harmony with chan holding you like there was no tomorrow.

⋆·˚ ༘ * lee minho ⋆·˚ ༘ *

when minho wasn’t working or at the dorms, he would be at his parents; technically, visiting his cats. oftentimes you would tag along after meeting him right outside work. today your shift was chaotic and quite stressful, leaving your energy gone. while minho helped his mother clean up after dinner, you shuffled away to his room with dori. with a filled belly and being worn out, the second you snuggled yourself under his blankets you were out. minho calls out your name entering the dark room. he smiles at the sight of you curled up in the bed he grew up in. minho shedded his hoodie, peeling back the blankets to scoot in next to you. he knew eventually you would move once feeling his heat; within minutes you subconsciously attached to minho’s body. he gave you the sweetest kiss on the crown of your head, fingers tangling in your locks, rubbing your head gently luring you into a deeper state of sleep. he definitely gives into his desires going poke at your cheeks a couple times getting you to inhale and exhale before he would stop pestering you. minho eventually fell asleep with his chest pressed up against your back with his face tucked into your shoulder.

⋆·˚ ༘ * seo changbin ⋆·˚ ༘ *

it had been three weeks since you’ve seen changbin; you deeply missed feeling his touch, presence but mostly his love. clutching one of his hoodies around your body tighter, tears threatened to spill out. gentle knocks pulled you out of your busy mind. scrambling to the door, you heaved it open with high hopes of your lover. changbin threw himself into your arms, lifting you up crying uncontrollably. he lets himself in, kicking his bag somewhere inside. he lifts you up more pressing his lips to yours. he wanders down the hallway to your bedroom. changbin undresses himself, itching to be beside you, holding you. while he was gone, you barely got any sleep, but being in his embrace you cried yourself to sleep within minutes of laying on his chest. changbin took in your appearance, continuously giving you kisses wherever he could. he softly tells you how much he loves you and everything that he saw that reminded him of you. tears still streamed down his face, feeling you hiding your face into his chest. changbin brings a hand to the back of your head, cradling it, his buff arms locking you in position, never letting go until late morning.

⋆·˚ ༘ * hwang hyunjin ⋆·˚ ༘ *

him being so intrigued with his sketchbook and pencil, he never noticed you nearly lose your page. hyunjin goes to show you what he was working on, asking if his shading was enough, but instead he got the response of your soft murmurs. he took the sight in, smirking at you failing to stay awake but also how you looked so at peace. your chin was tucked to your chest. nestled between three pillows a blanket was pulled up all the way to your chin, the book laying face down on your nose. chunks of hair escaped the bun you had lazily thrown into; nonetheless, hyunjin saw nothing but beauty. he carefully removed the book being sure to mark the page. he gently lifted your body onto his chest, hyunjin runs his finger down your spine. he delicately tucks your body in beside his not leaving any space. you shifted hiking a leg up over hyunjin’s stomach just above the waistband of his sweatpants. your arms roamed unknowingly, wrapping behind his neck bringing hyunjin’s face into your shoulder blade. hyunjin lets himself relax into your touch, releasing the breath he’d been holding. hyunjin’s hands trace your leg that was draped over him, he leaves a lingering kiss upon your shoulder before drifting off to sleep, knowing immediately that tomorrow morning he would draw you sleeping soundly.

⋆·˚ ༘ * han jisung ⋆·˚ ༘ *

you had forgotten to set your alarm the night before, luckily, you had a knight in shining armor. jisung was headed to the kitchen to grab a drink when he noticed the time. when jisung entered the bedroom, your body was sprawled all over the bed, limbs being wrapped in blankets as well as pillows thrown around; jisung wished he could take a picture. he kneels next to you, brushing your hair away from your face then going in to plant a kiss on your nose. jisung hums your name, giving a very poor attempt to wake you for work. you never budged, jisung then lifts up a small section of fhe blanket, tangling himself up with you. stirring just a bit, you nuzzled your nose against jisung’s cheek. jisung couldn’t contain his excitement, he allows his hand to trail up your bare thighs, up under his shirt that you ‘borrowed’, stopping right at your hips. jisung whispers sweet nothings stopping only for a couple moments when you whine, just moving slightly closer to him. somehow jisung lulls himself to sleep tracing shapes on to your skin, soothing himself into a steady rhythm leading him to dreamland, hoping that you visit him.

⋆·˚ ༘ * lee felix ⋆·˚ ༘ *

everything was perfect. from the view, to the yummy treats felix made, it was the best day. the sun had just set, just leaving the sky a deep hue of purple before it fades into black. with it being the very start of summer, means very warm nights with a slight cool breeze that was refreshing. felix was laying on his back with a hand behind his head, the other rubbed your shoulder. he hummed your name seeing that the stars began to shine. no reply caused him to gander over at you; fast asleep. your hair flows in the breeze tickling felix’s neck, your nose scrunching up once here and there as if you were deeply thinking. felix adjusts himself for you to use his arm as a pillow, treating you like you were the most delicate flower he’s ever held. felix brought a hand up to your cheek, feeling your skin, how warm it was, how he loved kissing it. he steadily ran his thumb over your pouting lips, soft, plump, so kissable. felix tilted his head attaching his lips to yours, he felt your lips turn to a gentle smile. as he pulled away, you were still fast asleep. felix rests his forehead on yours, admiring all your features that made you, you; and he was truly in love with every inch of you.

⋆·˚ ༘ * kim seungmin ⋆·˚ ༘ *

you texted seungmin, begging him to come to your dorm. next thing you know, he is entering your room with worried eyes. no words were exchanged as he slips himself in beside you, wiping your tears away. seungmin glues his arms around your curled up frame, running his knuckles so softly over your damp cheeks. your body began relaxing, melting into the outline of seungmin’s body. seungmin hummed, starting a soft melody before switching to sing a lullaby. after a while your breaths grow heavy and even, your grasp loosening very slightly around his torso. tiny snores escape into the room. seungmin quietly chuckles, noting the silly moment to relay on later. he tightens his grasp while nudging his nose into your temple smelling the sweet scent of your shampoo. his fingers danced over your collarbones that peeked through your shirt, trailing up your neck to your jaw. seungmin carefully examined your lips, so kissable and rouged; or how your eyelashes delicately rested on your pretty cheeks. seconds passed he finds himself leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, stopping your snores. seungmin gigged against your lips before bringing a hand up to your cheek, letting it rest as he drifted off to sleep.

⋆·˚ ༘ * yang jeongin ⋆·˚ ༘ *

the last thing you remember is tucking yourself into jeongin’s side, bringing your blanket up to your chin. he adjusts himself to let you put your back to his chest while you watch the movie. jeongin held the popcorn bowl out to you, after a couple seconds he never saw your fingers reaching into the bowl. he peers down to you seeing your chin touch your chest, leaning more towards the armrest of the couch. being the sweetheart he is, everything is turned off and snacks are out of the way, he returns to the couch to lay you down. however his plan was ruined when you had a death grip on his hoodie as he went to lay you down. he knew right then and there that he couldn’t leave you, so he slowly lowered himself down onto the couch making sure that you were lying comfortably on his chest. jeongin presses his lips slowly to your forehead repeatedly, watching your lips dance into a sleepy smile. he runs his thumbs on your thighs, feeling you fisting the fabric tighter. jeongin could only hold you closer, falling asleep quickly with the biggest smile on his face.

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