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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Yang Jeongin x fem reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your sweet, loving friend is finally able to get his hands on you.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, friends to more

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: possessiveness, pervert dom Jeongin, pwp, fingering, mentions of masturbation and sexual fantasies, cum eating, slight corruption kink. that's it I think

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4K

I'm having a Jeongin brainrot and I don't know how to stop it. oh, whatever. omgggg its been so long since I last published something like this wAAAAAHー

"Innie..."

His name slipped graciously from your lips, along with some spit that was sliding down your chin, hands on soft blonde-bleached hair, your fingers twisting between them and tugging some strands as if to soothe the stinging sensation in your core. A low grunt reached your ears after the action, and his tongue from flat got pointy and hard against your nipple, circling and flicking it, to then switch on sucking, his teeth grazing the soft spot making you jolt.

You didn't know what was happening exacly, but if something was sure it would've been your need to slide back and forth on his lap, shyly, feeling the rough material of his jeans brushing against your barely covered sex.

It didn't help that Jeongin had his hands safely placed on your ass, kneading your flesh to his liking, parting your cheeks to let your lace panties slide between them and tug upwards, making them brush your folds as well, just to later slip his long slender fingers under the material to place it where it was before. He rolled his eyes every time he felt the elastic hem of the latter dig into your plush skin, making it slightly pop up, overflow the clothing.

He languidly backed up from your chest, a strand of his saliva still connecting him to your breast. You saw his lashes fluttering as he looked up at you; his back was hurting from how hunched down he was to have you in his mouth, but he knew he wouldn't regret the pain the morning after.

"Yeah, pretty? Tell me" an arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer and have your naked chest on his shirt, getting it stained at the contact due to the remaining wetness, stroking your side rather gently opposed to the dirty situation.

Jeongin dreamed about this for so long, only God knew how much he wanted to have you like this, saying his name under your shaky breath while he had his hands and mouth on your perfect, oh so perfect body. The exact moment he saw you he wanted to have you. He wanted to ruin you for others, wanted to take you so good you wouldn't even think about anyone else's cock beside his. So, with all the patience he could find within himself, Jeongin became your friend.

"Innie please!"

Your desperate voice was even better than anything he had ever imagined while he pumped himself dry everytime he came home after hanging out with you. He had a thing for those cute skirts and dresses you often wore around him, and he was grateful whenever the weather would bless him by swaying them up enaugh for him to steal a glance of your underwear. So grateful whenever you always accepted his offer to go up the stairs first: "Y'know, if you trip I'm here ready to save you". But even if you wore pants, dear lord, anyone could see him staring at the outline of your ass or if particularly tight, the one between your thighs. Jeongin smiled brightly whenever you rested your elbows on any surface, squishing your tits together so that dark line would appear between them under your lascivious neckline. Sometimes he was lucky enaugh to witness your bra slightly showing, or even more.

Jeongin didn't even feel guilty, looking at you so disrespectfully, because it was as if you were doing it on purpose, riling him up. You didn't even question his touch, always being a bit too much to be the one of a friend: stroking your thigh under the table, hurrying his hands on your shirt to "fix it" while casually groping you, tugging your hair whenever you had it tied up, and so on.

And it was so easy to become close to you. Such a sweet girl, all you needed was a bit of special attention, teeth-rotting compliments... and yeah, with time he also grew fond of you and didn't want you just to have a good fuck. Jeongin put too much energy and love into your relationship to just use you one time and throw you away. You had to be his, and his only.

His thoughts were interrupted by a harsh movement of your hips, taking him back to reality where it wasn't a dream anymore. After this, he surely didn't have to fake having a stomach ache to be alone in your bathroom anymore, and stuff your used clothes in his mouth while he humped one of your towels.

"Okay pretty, okay, shh" Jeongin returned his attention to you, his precious jewel, to properly lift your skirt in a swift motion and let the cold air assault you, shivers rising up your spine.

"Want me to touch you? Hmm?" voice low with a condescending tone, simple yet dirty words directed to you making your cheeks so hot you felt your entire face on fire. Your uncertain nod, almost as if you were afraid to let yourself be at his mercy, made him chuckle and throw his head back on the couch. His eyes closed as he started to roam his hands around your belly, fingers tracing confused lines on it; an electric feeling everytime he touched you, clenching around nothing. You saw him take a deep breath, then open his eyes again finding them intensely staring into yours, sly smirk plastered on his face.

"Pretty, you have to ask properly if you want something, right? I thought I was a better teacher..." fakely disappointed, he clicked his tongue: "you'll make Innie sad if you're not clear, yeah? I can't read your little mind! Now, be a good girl and try again for me"

All those pet names, the look he was reserving to you only, his hot breath fanning over your neck where he started to trace kisses and bites... you didn't even notice a hand starting to travel down.

"Please make me feel good Jeongin! Need you..." embarassment taking your lungs too, struggling to breathe. Jeongin's expression softened, slowly guiding you to kiss him by caressing your nape. He pulled your panties aside, index and middle fingers sliding bewteen your pussy lips, slipping so easily. Jeongin hissed.

"Is it for me pretty? Is this pussy all wet for me?"

But he didn't give you a chance to reply, his palm angled upwards so your bundle of nerves was taken care of, too. "Clit so puffy... want it in my mouth later, okay?"

He knew you couldn't reply, your mouth wide open and eyes shut too tightly, you surely weren't hearing a thing... but it was alright, he was talking to himself after all. Heartbeat hammering in your ears, and he didn't even enter you yet. And it was so wrong but so right, Jeongin was treating you like a princess, you believed so, and you loved every second of it, so much that you didn't even remember how you ended up like that.

He gathered some of your juices, quickly depriving you of his digits from your cunt to take them in his mouth, sighing from contentment, thinking that all the wait was worth the pain while he greedly sucked and savored the taste.

"I wanna make you feel good, don't worry, but you have to promise me something sweetheart..."

Hand toying again with your sensitive spot, the free one wiped over your teary eyes. Lifting your gaze you told him to go on with your head, istintively biting your lip.

"You have to be mine. My good girl," slowly, painfully slowly, you felt him going up, up, up, insides burning due to the stretch... "and let me be the only one who can pleasure you. Deal?"

Jeongin felt as if he was in Heaven already. He got all of his finger's lenght up your entrance with his cold silver rings adorning you, while the ones in his other hand were about to decorate your neck. Your essence was leaking on his wrist and he felt you gripping on his shirt, biting down on his shoulder. His cock was exploding in his pants but he kept repeating to himself in his mind to be a little more patient. That he would've been rewarded for resisting for so long, that if he fully convinced you he could have you whenever and wherever he wanted. Just a little bit more...

"Deal! Wanna be yours Innie please touch me more!"

Got you. Oh, he didn't need any more pleading. You surely were in for a long night.

My Unlikely Hero

Word Count-3027

Summary-An unplanned trip to the store has you seeing your shy roommate in a new light.

Pairing-Jeongin x f!reader

Trope-Roommates to lovers AU

Warnings- Vulgarity, sexual language, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), mentions of blood and minor injuries, mild harassment to reader, implied physical fight, MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @ssaboala @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren

As always, thank you to @cafekitsune for use of banners and dividers! 🤍💜🤍

A/N- This is for an ask for @labyrinthonmymind I got a bit ago, sorry it took so long for me to get to it! I'm new to writing SKZ so I hope I did your ask and him justice. This was on my mind so I hope you like the idea I got from your ask!

You’d been hesitant at first to accept a male roommate when Jeongin showed up to look at the room.  The friend you’d originally moved in with had moved out of town and you needed to rent out the room.  When you’d put out the ad, you hadn’t thought to ask for only females, and only after receiving the call from him had it occurred to you.  

Regardless, you’d had him come to look at it, trying to figure out how to turn him down if he made you uncomfortable.  Despite your reservations at first, the man who had shown up was adorable, and his bright smile had you immediately letting down your guard.  His almost shy demeanor was actually what drew you in, and he was very respectful the entire visit.  

So when no one else had inquired about the room after a few more days, you’d called him to let him know it was his to move into at his convenience.  His delight was conveyed through his voice and you couldn’t help but smile at the infectious cheeriness of his personality.  

Within two days he had moved in, and he’d been exactly what you needed, financially, and as an ideal roommate.  He was clean, respectful and quiet.  Sometimes almost too quiet, you think, watching him shut his door to head out to wherever it was that he was going for the day.  

It had been three months since he’d moved in and you’d gotten a little closer to him.  He was sweet, caring, and very upbeat when you’d gotten him to actually talk with you about anything, but the majority of the time you attempted, he would just blush and clam up.  

When he was with his friends the rare times he’d had anyone over, he was loud, laughing and smiling, teasing them when they played games.  You’d even caught a little bit of his savage sense of humor, smiling to yourself as you happened to catch him prodding at one of the guys.  

Worried that you probably just made him uncomfortable, you pulled back a bit on being too pushy.  If he wanted to open up to you, he could.  You just couldn’t help wanting to know him better, possibly even become good friends.  So as he makes his way to the door to put on his shoes, you can’t help but go to say goodbye to him.  

“Jeongin…I’m um…making cookies today!  Do you have a cookie you like best?” you ask him, smiling at him.  His eyes get large as he looks up at you, darting back and forth as he seems to think about your question.   “Um..anything you make will be good.” he shrugs, a cute little smile on his face as he stands up, unable to meet your eyes.  

“Oh..uh okay.  Well…if you come back later I’ll have them on the counter!” you say, and he nods, turning to go out the door.  “Bye!” you wave at the closing door, then deflate a bit, wondering if you’d once again been too pushy.  Sighing, you just go back inside, turning up the music to dance along to now that you were all alone.

A bit later, after getting side tracked from your baking by some phone calls and random chores, you finally make your way to finish your cookie preparation.  You frown as you realize you don’t have enough eggs and you sigh, looking at the clock.  It was after 9pm so you’d have to just run to the corner store to grab them.  Shrugging at your bad planning skills, you slip on some shoes and hope it’ll be a nice quick trip, and that not many people will be out.  You just had on some sweat shorts and a tee, hair a bit of a mess, but it’s not like you were trying to impress anyone.  

Opening the door, the bell chimes and you notice there aren’t many people, and a wave of relief washes over you.  You notice the bored cashier reading some kind of book and make your way to the cooler to see what they have.  Grabbing a few snacks, along with your eggs, you make your way to the register when a group of young men enter the store.  

You just keep your head down and thank the uninterested cashier as you make your purchase, then turn to head out the door.  “Hey there cutie…” you hear but ignore the voice, pushing open the door.  “Awww, where you goin?” you gasp as your arm is suddenly grabbed and you’re yanked inside.  Scared, your eyes dart to the cashier who is turning away and you curse your bad luck.  “Uhh, please let go.” you manage, looking at the three guys.  

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” another asks and you yank your arm away, clutching your bag to your chest as you eye them.  “None of your business, excuse me..” you say and push open the door to leave.  You almost let out a sigh of relief but then you hear the chime of the door as it opens again, and the laughter of the men.  

Starting to walk fast, you glance behind but then your foot catches on the curb and you land on your knees, scraping them.  “Shit…” you mumble, checking your bag to see if you broke anything.  “Aww honey, did you hurt yourself? Let me make it all better..” “Please leave me alone..” you tell them, looking up at the men hovering over you now.  “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Come on, I’ll kiss it better for you-” one says, grabbing for you, but then you hear shouting.  

“YAH! HEY!  Get away from her!” you hear a male voice from behind you, then a bag is flying over your head, hitting one of the guys in the face.  Then a figure is launching himself at the men, a bunch of shouting and commotion causing you to just stare in confusion.  Startled, you jerk away as a hand settles on your shoulder.  “Are you alright?” a voice asks and you look up into a familiar face.  “Hyunjin?” you whisper, remembering one of Jeongin’s friends.  

“Yeah, are you hurt?” he asks, then frowns as he looks over at the men fighting, another having joined the figure you’d seen flash by.  Before you know it, it quiets down and all you can hear is the heavy breathing of the two men who had chased away your harassers.  “Idiot, what are you trying to do?” you hear one berating the other before a figure runs over to you, kneeling in front of you.  

“Oh my god, what did they do to you? Are you alright? Where are you hurt?”  it takes you a moment to recognize Jeongin, his normally cheerful smile replaced with anger and concern.  Realizing that they’d come at just the right time, you sniffle a little, trying to hold back a sob. “Thank you, I … they were kinda scary…” you manage. Jeongin is frowning at your scraped knees, his hands shaking as he seems to want to help but doesn’t want to touch you.  

“Thank this moron, flying over people and screaming.  Holy hell, I’ve never seen him run so fast.”  You look over and notice Changbin standing to the side, glancing down at Jeongin as he worries over you.  “Hyunjin, let’s go make sure those dicks aren’t coming back.  Can you get her home ok?” he nudges Jeongin with his toe and he just nods, waving them away as he never takes his eyes off of you.  

“I’m ok, really.” you tell him, but when his eyes meet yours, you don’t push it.  They soften as he watches you wince a bit at his glare, holding his hand out as he stands up.  “Come on, let’s go home.” He says, and you take his hand, letting him pull you up.  “My eggs!” you say, then check them.  Luckily they weren’t broken and you breathe a sigh of relief.  “Here, let me…” he says, taking the bag.  “I’ll protect your eggs with my life, promise.” he says, giving you a reassuring smile.  

He holds his hand out to you and you blush shyly as you take it tentatively.  “Just to make sure you don’t trip, if it makes you uncomfort-” “No! I…thank you….I’m ok with it…” you manage and he nods, turning to watch the other two walk away.  You both start towards the apartment, the silence between you almost comfortable as he holds onto your hand, checking to make sure you’re walking alright every so often.  

“I’m sorry that those men were bothering you.” he says, and you glance up at him, the concern back in his dark eyes.  “I’m so grateful that you came along, really.  They were just being annoying, but it was a little scary.” The long pretty eyes that you loved to watch squint into a smile were now filled with anger, his mouth twisted into a grimace.  “I wish I’d hit them a few more times…” he growls out and you gasp, the realization that he’d been in a fight finally hitting you.  Your brain is a little slow, but now you look down at the hand holding yours and feel your heart hurt over his bloodied knuckles.

“Jeongin! Oh no!” you cry, stopping to look closer, pulling his other hand up.  “It’s fine, really I-” “It’s not fine! You were hurt because of me!” you exclaim, feeling your eyes fill with tears.  “Really…” “Inside, now!” you drag him along, despite his protests behind you.  Once inside, you frown at him, pointing to the couch as you set the bag down in the kitchen.  “Sit.  No! Don’t argue-just go sit. That’s an order!” you tell him, running off to get your first aid kit.  

“Wow…ok ok..” he mumbles, and you hear him going into the living room.  He’s perched on the couch, a little lopsided smile on his face as you sit beside him.  “Really, I’m alright.” he tells you as you pull out antiseptic spray and bandaids.  “Jeongin…” you sigh at him, putting on some ointment after you clean the injured knuckles on both of his hands.  “Why did you throw yourself at them like that? You could have been hurt even worse…” you swallow hard, thinking what might have happened if they had fought back or …

“It doesn’t matter, they were bothering you.” he simply states and you glance up at him as you put the bandaids on.  His eyes were soft and caring, causing your breath to stop.  The elongated silence as you watch him has your cheeks heating up, and you see the telltale sign of pink on his as well.  “You…you saved me….” you blink at him, realizing at that moment that you just might have it bad for this man.  

Before you can stop yourself, you cup his face in both hands and place a light kiss on his lips.  He stiffens, then a small whimper escapes him as you draw back, hand over your mouth.  “Oh..oh…Jeongin..I’m so sorry.  That was horribly rude of -” You’re abruptly cut off as he dips his head to recapture your lips, but this time it's less soft, more eager as he tilts his head to lean into you.  

Shocked but excited, you throw your arms around his neck and part your lips for him.  Gasping, his tongue tentatively searches for yours, deepening the kiss as they meet.  He slows, then pulls back for a moment, tipping his forehead against yours.  You search his eyes as he watches you, his gaze almost questioning.  “You’re hurt too..let me…” he says, but you shake your head, watching his lips, going to lean in again. 

As your lips press to his, he smiles and laughs a little, then pulls you back again.  “Hey..you yelled at me…let me at least clean your wounds before…” he blushes again, biting his lip and looking at your scraped knees.  “Before?” you ask breathily and he groans, immediately reaching for the antiseptic spray with shaking hands.  

“Jeongin…” you murmur as you watch him clean your wounds hurriedly.  “Mmm?” he continues to apply ointment and bandaids much like you did for him.  “I..I like you.” you finally get out, your cheeks burning even though moments ago he was kissing you back.  You still feel nervous, worried he might be just reacting to the adrenaline of the fight.  

At your words, he fumbles the box of bandaids and they fall, then he’s picking them up, not even looking at you.  “I just…sorry…that was probably-” “I like you too.” he says, finally turning to you as he places the box on the coffee table.  “I really like you…I just didn’t know if it was appropriate…” he manages, glancing around the apartment.  

“Because roommates?” you ask him and he nods at you as he takes a seat next to you once more.  You reach out and take his hand, feeling even more bashful.  “I..yeah it’s a little…well…” you stammer, but as you look back up at him, his eyes are filled with want as he watches you and you can’t stop yourself as you grab his shirt to pull him in for another kiss.  

He hums as your lips meet, his hand finding its way onto the nape of your neck, caressing the bare skin there.  A shiver runs through you as you melt into him, your arms around him, fingers delving into his silky hair.  Suddenly he’s lifting you into his lap and you press yourself against him, feeling bold as your hand slips down to unbutton his shirt.  

A small whine escapes him as your hand skims the bare skin of his chest where the shirt is parted, and you feel the telltale sign of his arousal growing where you’re seated on him.  “We-I-oh god-” he gasps as you rub a thumb over his nipple, turning to adjust on him, straddling his hips as you push him back on the couch.  “Too fast?” you ask him, but he’s shaking his head as he lifts your shirt over your head, his arms wrapping around you.  “Whatever you want…I only want what you want…” he professes as he looks up at you as you cup his face in your palms.  “I want you.” is all you say and he groans, then he’s lifting you, carrying you to his room as you wrap your legs around him.  You let out a little giggle as he makes cute noises trying to maneuver around things, finally falling with you onto the bed.  He props himself above you, taking in your bra clad torso.  

You bite your lip as you slip your hand behind your back and unhook it, drawing it off to throw to the side.  His eyes glaze over at the sight of your naked breasts, then he’s shedding his unbuttoned shirt as well.  “Jeongin-” “Oh…are you alright-?” “Pants, take them off…” you whisper and he stops in shock for a moment, then he’s stripping everything off as you giggle at his expression.  

Your laugh is cut off as he grabs your shorts and yanks them off along with your underwear, then he’s between your legs.  “I’ll stop anytime it’s too-” “Don’t you dare stop.” you demand, fingers back in his hair and leaning up to reclaim his mouth eagerly.  “Want to feel you-” you mumble against his lips, drawing out a long moan from him as your hips lift against him.  

You can feel the underside of his rigid length slide along your slickness as he rubs against you, the pressure against your clit has you already gasping in pleasure.  “Jeongin, please…I want you so much…” you whine, and he slips his hand between you to grip himself, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance.  “Please!” you cry as he hesitates once more, then he’s stretching you, hips thrusting forward to bury himself deep within you.  

The collective moans you both let out are the only sounds as he just pauses as you pulse around him, then he’s pulling back, thrusting back into you with a wet slap.  “Oh god, yes!” you cry out, your hands on his shoulders.  He lifts your leg a bit and slips a hand under your ass to tilt you up, letting him go a bit deeper.  His face is contorted in bliss, watching you as he slowly builds up the power behind his thrusts, speeding up gradually.  

“You feel amazing, oh-god-” he groans out, lowering himself a bit to kiss you, his hand gripping the sheets as he sets a steady pace, drawing out cries from you that mix with his own.  The sounds of your bodies coming together, and the soft cries and moans from him has your womb throbbing, tightness building inside of your abdomen and your body starts to shake as you realize you’re close.  “Jeongin…JEONGIN- I-”  His hips stutter as your walls clench around him and his breath hitches.  “Oh GOD-I CAN’T …FUCK- “ he groans, but you lift your hips, urging him on.  

“Cum, Jeongin, cum with me…please….” you cry, your orgasm finally stealing your breath as you scream, then his cries are blending with yours as he thrusts once more inside of you, emptying himself in a flood within you.  “Oh-GOD–GOD YES-” he chokes out, your legs around his waist as you hold him against you.  He shudders on top of you, gasping as he finally gets his breath back, and goes limp on you.  

Swallowing and catching your own breath, you just run your fingers through his hair and smile as you kiss his forehead.  “Mmmm” is all you manage and he echoes the noise back at you, then you’re both giggling.  He rolls you both to the side, pushing your hair back, both of you damp with sweat.  “I really like you.” you whisper and he smiles, his grin a little cheeky.  “I sure hope so…after that…”   You giggle as you slap him playfully, then his mouth is pressed against yours again.  “So, I’m your boyfriend AND roommate now?”  he asks, an eyebrow raised. “My roommate, my boyfriend.  My hero.”

Hwang Hyunjin Fics recs Pt. 1

bold = completed, italics = on going, 🌸 = personal favourites

Written Series

Star Lost With You by @/hyunjinspark 🌸

On Tour by @/seospicybin (Hyunjin x Reader x Felix) 🌸

Starlost by @/jeonginify 🌸

Twin Flame by @/hwajin 🌸

Velvet Opiate by @/hh0320

Four of Wands by @/straywrds

Hotel Vermillion by @/cb97percent

goodnight n go by @/cosmic-railwayxo

FREEZE 땡 by @/j-0ne25

Hunger by @/under-and-over-the-moon 🌸

Mine by @/milkandhyunnie

All for Nothing by @/hyunfilms 🌸

Begin Again by @/starrgaziinggg

Enough For You by @/lotus-dly

The Zone by @/cb97percent 🌸

Experienced by @/ballelino

Hell Above by @/kim-miyeon

Red Moon by @/lixiepeach (OT8x Reader but HyunChan focused)🌸

No Catching Feelings by @/puppy-byun 🌸

Sharp Edges by @/straywrds 🌸

Dangerous by @/minghaoyoudoin

The Guy Next Door by @/jl-micasea-fics

SMAUs

Only Fools Fall For You by @/hyunjinspark

All I Know is Your Name by @/imagine-a-life-like-this

I Fell For You By Accident by @/imagine-a-life-like-this

Technical Difficulties by @/ahgastae

Crush Culture by @/1-800-hyunlix

It's Just A Mistake by @/seosracha

Love Risk by @/feelbokkie 🌸

I Choose You by @/3rachasaucy

How We Fell by @/strayzid

saudade by @/strayzid 🌸

The View by @/luvrhyune

Sweet Like Candy by @/staysuki

Star-Crossed Enemies by @/mingiswow

The Boy is Bad News by @/milkandhyunnie 🌸

Watercolor by @/jinhyun 🌸

Yellow by @/burningupp

how to get back at your ex by @/telesvng

Maybe it's not our fault by @/cosmic-railwayxo

Hearts Full of Honey by @/staysuki

Heart Attack by @/cupidsheqrts

Chit Chat by @/sugrlamb

Pt.2 (i'm sorry i read too much)

nepo babies masterlist

rich! yang jeongin x rich! fem! reader . smau series . fluff , ‘enemies’ to lovers , (maybe) angst , mutual pining , slightly suggestive , fast paced(?) , fake dating

yang jeongin is a bad influence—words that fell from your parents lips, almost as a warning. yet despite jeongin's behaviour, the yang family was well respected, and your father would have been foolish to refuse a business partnership with the multi-millionaires. the collaboration led to you attending school with jeongin, who mindlessly trailed after you wearing his infamous smirk as he attempted to pick you apart. phrases meant to send you crying falling from his lips as he slunk an arm over your shoulders, nose grazing your cheek as he muttered every rude word that came to his mind. eventually you graduated, as did jeongin—surprisingly. and as your classmates went into the world, you hoped jeongin would do just the same. you planned on staying in seoul for awhile, having recently gotten a modelling contract with laila magazine. but unfortunately for you, yang jeongin had other plans, ones involving: a yacht, champagne, and a midnight swim.

status ongoing ! taglist open !

navigation | stray kids masterlist

profiles 1! | profiles 2! | privs

001. youre ill

002. you rat

↳ 002.5 my first sober kiss (w)

003. this is actually disgusting

004. say less

↳ 004.5 it’s not a fight without snacks

005. your big baby?

006. hyunjin is majestic

007. why is he in the bath?

↳ 007.5 that man is whipped

008. idk why he refuses to smile

↳ 008.5 did you leave the ac on? (w)

009. homeless french cats

010. what does lee know?

011. roaches take this?

↳ 011.5 is he crying?

012. baby girl are you dumb?

↳ 012.5 look at my lawyer dawg i’m going to jail

013. he is not lying

more to be added…

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In my dreams

Seungmin x reader. (fake) enemies to lovers. my interpretation of in my dreams by tearliner, love X stereo.

Seungmin has never liked you. You never understood why, but you were slowly coming to terms with it. However, you gradually come to learn that there is more to his feelings than what meets the eye.

skz song series

cw: reader has anxiety and deals with lots of self-doubt and insecurities.

a.n: the end of our skz song series!! and a pretty personal final fic, this one is based on my own experience with anxiety, so it might differ for everyone :) thank you for reading as always <3

You watch, a soft smile on your face as two little girls play with one another in the playground. It reminds you of simpler times, when you could just walk up to another human and become friends with them instantly.

But reality is much more challenging, especially for someone like you, constantly plagued by their anxious thoughts.

Anxiety didn't tiptoe into your life, one drop at a time so you'd get accustomed to its overwhelming presence. Instead, you woke up one day and it barged into you, through cracks and dents you didn't even know existed in your being, and then it made itself a permanent home within the confines of your heart.

You never truly learned how to live with this parasite feeding off your soul, draining you completely until you became a mere shell of who you once were. You never fully adjusted to the invisible hands choking you from within, to the voice nagging you in the back of your mind, telling you that something horrible was bound to happen.

Because nothing ever went wrong, day after day, nothing bad happened. And yet, the feeling of dread persisted and lingered until you started to believe that the problem was you.

And once you opened the door to self-doubt, you could never fully close it again.

You're too overwhelmed, too nervous, too much of everything bad. Your conversations are scrutinized, down to every syllable you uttered, to the way you smiled and how you laughed. The interactions might differ but the regret that haunts you after is the same.

So, you diluted your being, in an effort to be more acceptable, easier in the lives of the people around you. You believed that if you pleased everyone you ever encoutered then at the end you must satisfy yourself too.

You sigh softly, drumming your fingers along your knee. You’re starting a new year in college tomorrow. Your first one wasn't exceptional by any means. Aileen, the girl who sat beside you from time to time was nice, and you grabbed coffee sometimes as you prepared for your exams together. But she had other friends, ones she's much closer to, ones she invited to her birthday party, ones who she didn't simply fill her free time with.

You shake your head, putting a stop to the thoughts in your head before they get too much once again, pushing you over an edge you don't want to be in right now. 

You'll try harder this year. You'll be okay, for once.

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Your professor Lee is scribbling something on the large whiteboard, as he waits for the class to fill up. Someone sits next to you, and the smell of their cologne wafts to your nose- hints of vanilla and wood seemingly calming down your nerves. You quickly take a glance at them, to find a guy with long brown hair and freckles dusting his cheeks. He's taking out his notepad from his bag, and you smile at the chick keychain he has on it. He catches you looking and you quickly avert your gaze, heat creeping up your cheeks. 

"Hi, I'm Felix," he greets enthusiastically, and you turn your head slowly to be met with his wide grin. It softens his features, making his eyes turn into moon crescents. You envy his ability to smile without overthinking how he looks. 

"Yn," you introduce back, and he nods, the grin still etched on his face. "You were in my Economics class last year, no?" he asks and you tilt your head to the side, as you mull over his question.

"I was but I don't remember seeing you," you admit sheepishly and he waves a hand in the air, not bothered the least by your words. 

"It's okay, I just remembered your presentation on Inflation. I finally understood why we can't just print more money," he admits with a chuckle, and you giggle against your will. 

"I don't blame you, it sounds like an easy solution," you agree, and his eyes widen. 

"Right! when I tell my friends they just stare at me in disappointment."

You laugh at his adorable pout, an unfamiliar warmth stirring within your chest. He's nice. 

"I'm glad I helped you then, I was so nervous presenting it," you clear your throat as he smiles impressively at you. "Really? I couldn’t tell at all." 

Mr. Lee calls for your attention and you both turn your heads back to the board. You couldn’t really focus, Felix’s words echoing in your head like a broken mantra- he couldn’t tell you were nervous. A sudden relief dawns on you at the possibility that, maybe, not everyone is aware of the neverending storm raging within you, threatening to drown you at any giving moment.

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"Movie night at my dorm?" Felix proposes as he packs up his bag, your two hours long class finally done.

"Will Seungmin be there?" you ask, a slight edge to your voice and Felix pauses, shaking his head at you.

"Yn, you're overreacting. I promise he doesn't hate you."

"Have you ever seen him smiling at me?" you ask, arching your eyebrow expectantly at him. He stays silent and you wiggle your finger in the air. "Exactly! Please tell me he won't be there."

"About that... He's helping me bake the cookies," Felix smiles sheepishly and you groan, falling dramatically on your seat.

"I’m not coming."

"But the cookies," Felix pouts, and the promise of the chewy baked goods is so enticing it makes you second-guess your decision.

"The cookies...," you whine, and Felix giggles grabbing your hand to pull you up.

"I’ll see you at 5?"

"Yes," you concede, a small smile on your lips. You wait until Felix bids you goodbye for it to finally slip from your face.

Seungmin has never liked you, from the moment Felix introduced you to him. You still remember it clear as day, the way his eyes slightly widened when they fell on you, before narrowing down. How he didn't utter a single word when Felix left you both alone to get your drinks. Your panic grew as an uncomfortable silence reigned on the both of you, and you racked your brain for something to say to cut through that eerie quiet.  

"Seungmin, right?" you asked, a bit too cheerfully, and you winced inwardly at your tone. He didn't reply, only humming back. It was so faint you wouldn't have caught it had you not been staring at him intently.

"What's your major?" Your voice cracked.

"Computer science." He replied curtly, and you waited patiently, expecting him to return the question. He didn't. And you shifted awkwardly from one foot to another. Maybe he just didn't do well with strangers. Maybe he wasn't a chatty person, to complement Felix's extroverted nature.

But you were wrong. You watched in complete astonishment as he teased Felix relentlessly, a wide smile on his face. It made his eyes soften, a newfound fondness itching itself on his expressions. He laughed and he joked and you felt yourself shrink more and more, this way he wouldn't notice you anymore, wouldn't glare at you as if you did something horribly wrong to him.

Felix tried to include you as best as he could in their conversation, but you tuned it out. It was hard to focus on their talk when there was a tumultuous one ongoing in your mind. Seungmin's behavior just further cemented every horrible idea you held about yourself. There is something wrong about you, and he can see it. You may have fooled Felix but you didn't fool Seungmin. If you were him you wouldn't talk to you either.

Every encounter with Seungmin since then left you feeling fifteen years old again, in a classroom full of unkind eyes zeroed on you. You tried to talk about his interests, to string along a normal conversation, one that would reassure that your first encounter was a wrongful impression.

But he did not like talking to you, only offering short replies in response. It’s as if his tongue was tied in your response, and in return it only magnified the knot in your stomach. You went through every conversation with him a million times in your head, trying to pinpoint what exactly went wrong. What warranted him to be so silent in your presence, and yours only, as if you weren’t worthy of a simple conversation. And the answer always tied back to you.

So, you’ve been avoiding him like the plague for the past month, sparing him the chore that is existing near you. It was particularly hard since Felix was his best friend and roommate, and surprisingly he actually enjoyed spending time with you. Still, you couldn’t help but think that it was only a matter of time before Felix started to hate you too.  

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"You're moving too much," Seungmin chastises and you freeze in your place at his words. You are sitting on the couch of Felix’s dorm later on that day, a horror movie playing in the small TV before you. Felix decided to lay on the floor, buried in a pool of yellow blankets, and a long pillow that weirdly had the picture of one of their friends printed on it. "It's my safety net," he explained and you didn't question him any further.

For some reason, Seungmin decided to sit next to you, instead of the opposing couch. Granted, he can see the TV more clearly from here, still this is the first time he willingly went somewhere near you, let alone talked to you.

You decide to ignore him, too focused on predicting the next jump scare, your feet tapping the floor furiously. But still, it happens so abruptly, eliciting a startled gasp from you, anf you clutch the edge of the couch even tighter.  

"Close your eyes," Seungmin speaks suddenly and you raise an eyebrow at him, confused. 

"There is a jump scare coming soon," he clears his throat, "just... close your eyes if you don't want to see it." 

You comply without much thought and soon enough, you can hear a shrill scream coming from the screen. He was right. 

"It passed," he says softly, and you tentatively open your eyes once again. There is a foreign expression on Seungmin's face, one you haven't seen before, but it passes as quickly as it came, like a dream slipping between your fingers as soon as you wake up. 

"How did you know?" you ask, hugging your knees tightly to your chest. 

"I already watched this movie."

"Really? Why are you watching it again?"

"Because. I had nothing better to do," he says, almost defensively, his hand now covering his mouth as if he had to physically stop the words from spilling out. 

You don't reply, turning back to look at the screen. Seungmin doesn't tell you when a jump scare is coming next, he simply taps your arm, and you close your eyes on cue. 

His hand brushing against your bare skin feels weird, not uncomfortable by any means, but it still is a foreign sensation. You didn't know he had such soft hands, and you always imagined them to be cold. But they are warm, and you wonder what other things about Seungmin you've been wrong about.

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"I'm so tired," Felix groans, laying his head on your shoulder and you giggle, patting his head in mock sympathy. It's been three months since the start of your year, which means that the assignments are starting to pile up on you all.

"Me too," you sigh, and Seungmin stays silent next to you. Felix dragged you both to this coffeeshop, a little outing to recharge his spirit, as he texted you. You're slowly getting used to Seungmin's brooding presence. He talks to you a little more, even cracking a few jokes here and there. But you’re still wary of him. You keep your guard up just in case he forcefully brings a mirror to your face once again, reminding you of everything you despise about yourself.

"I'll go order, it's my treat. Pick a place for us?" Felix says and you nod, walking ahead of Seungmin towards a table near the back.

You sit down first, and Seungmin follows second, sitting right across from you. You quickly bring out your phone, scrolling mindlessly through the apps to distract yourself from the man in front of you.

"You have a presentation tomorrow, right?" Seungmin speaks up, startling you, and you slowly put your phone down.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Felix told me that it makes up 25% of your grade. Are you nervous?"

"A little," you admit, even though ‘a little’ didn't even begin to cover it.

"Don't be. You'll do well," he says, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You almost feel as if you've imagined it before it dissipates.

"Thank you," you nod, as Felix brings the tray down your table.

"Is this for me?" you ask tentatively, pointing to the strawberry milkshake, a sore thumb sticking out between the iced americano, and the hazelnut Frappuccino, Seungmin’s and Felix’s respective go to orders.

"They got the order wrong. I got you an iced matcha," Felix pouts, double checking his receipt.

"It's okay," you smile slightly. There was nothing you despised more than having to change up your order.

"You don't want to drink this," Seungmin says, staring at you expectantly and you wave your hand in the air dismissively. "I don't mind."

Seungmin stands up, grabbing the drink from your hand before taking the receipt from the table. He goes to the counter and you watch in astonishment as he comes back, a green drink in hand this time.

"Here," he hands you your cup, before grabbing his own and sipping from it. Your drink is cold, but the warm tingles spreading through your being at his sweet gesture outweigh any other feeling.

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Talking in front of 267 people never gets easier.

You memorized your presentation; you rehearsed it so much you could probably recite it with your eyes closed. Yet, the nerves still found a way to weave themselves inside you. Your hands were shaking, so much you couldn't even stare at the notes you prepared. Your palms were sweaty, blood rushing rapidly to your ears, tuning out your voice as you spoke.

You can’t even recall what you said exactly, it’s as if your body had a mind of its own, your mouth moving itself without you commanding it. You aren’t sure how it was, but someone smiled at you reassuringly from the first row, and the professor clapped, so you assume you did okay.

The class finally ends, your nerves slowly dissipating and leaving in their trail an excruciating exhaustion. You rub your eyes tiredly, as you slowly walk out of the door, before stopping in your tracks when you notice Seungmin leaning against the wall, hands buried in his varsity jacket.

His eyes are closed, a pair of earphones dangling across his chest. But then, as if he feels you looking at him, he opens his eyes, locking his gaze on you. You stay put in your place as he walks to you, his bag loosely hanging from his shoulder. He hooks his thumb underneath the strap, keeping it in place

"How was it?" he questions, and it takes you a few seconds to register what he was asking about. Your presentation. Was he waiting for you?

"I think I did well?" you reply, but it comes out more of a question to which he giggles softly.

"Are you asking me?" he teases and you roll your eyes playfully. "I did well," you repeat and he smiles, nodding a bit. "I’m sure you did. Here." He opens his bag, taking out your favorite chocolate bar from it- it had bits of caramelized pistachio and almonds in it. Seungmin doesn’t like it, he prefers plain milk chocolate, as Felix told you one day.

"Eat this, I ended up buying two by mistake, I still have an extra one at the dorm." You grab it from his hands, and he quickly leaves before you could properly thank him.

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You always dread the days you'd wake up with a heavy weight crushing your chest.

You try to distract yourself, try to focus in class and take notes. You try to laugh at Felix's jokes and savor the brownies he just brought you. But you can't. It feels as if you're a cup filled to the brim, each passing second bringing you closer to when that fateful drop would finally make you overflow. And you could do nothing but watch yourself unravel.

Seungmin's eyes never leave you, and it only makes your anxiety spike. It feels as if he's peering inside your soul, witnessing how a cord ties itself around your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You can't speak anymore, every word you say threatening to make tears spill out of your eyes. You aren't sure you can make them stop if they ever start falling.

Nothing happened, nothing's happening, you try to remind yourself. But you are scratching your hand incessantly, and you feel an overwhelming need to flee. To run away, somewhere where only you would witness the display of your broken soul. So you sputter a meek excuse, and then you stand up and head to your dorm.

It's raining outside, and you don't have an umbrella. But you are grateful for it, since the rain mingles with your salty tears, shielding them from the curious eyes of the people passing by. You need to get home, you need to hide somewhere and you need to remember how to breathe-

"Yn," a hand grabs your forearm and you startle, instinctively taking two hurried steps back. It's Seungmin. He removed his blue hoodie and he's now placing it over both of your heads.

"What are you doing? You'll get sick," he sounds mad, and you can't take his disappointed tone anymore.

"I'm having a bad day and I don't need you to make it worse," you say, startling yourself with the raw emotion in your voice.

He physically recoils from your words, his arms faltering as he gazes at you, a wounded look in his eyes. "I make your days worse?" he asks quietly and his voice sounds so small, you can't help the regret that courses through you.

"Come on, Seungmin," you chuckle warily, "don't you hate me?"

"No?"

"Hate is a strong word, okay. You dislike me."

"I don't. Why would you think that?"

"Because you never wanted to talk to me, from the moment we met. And it wouldn't matter if you were this way with everyone, but it's only me. And you make me feel so small each time I'm around you," you ramble angrily, as Seungmin's eyes widen with each passing second.

"Yn, yn, I don't- I didn't know you felt this way, but I don't hate you. I truly don't, I promise you," he's panicking, voice growing higher with each word, and you feel a sudden embarrassment flood your being for lashing out at him.

You don't know what to say and he sighs, looking up at the cloudy sky before meeting your eyes once again.

"This is embarrassing, God, um..." he places his hoodie on top of your head before running a hand through his face. "I don't talk to you because you make me nervous." 

"I do?"

"Yes. A lot," he chuckles, a pink hue tinting his cheeks. "I just... I find you very interesting, and funny, and I like watching you, not in a creepy way, my God what am I saying," he whines, hiding his face in his hands and you can't help the giggle that escapes your mouth.

"Don't laugh," he pouts and you nod, willing the smile to disappear from your face. 

"I like watching you exist. Just laugh and smile and talk. You look very pretty doing it. I just don't know how to deal with it. That's on me."

This time the smile is effectively gone from your face. The weight of his confession distracting you from the turmoil of emotions that swirled within you.

"I'm sorry, for making you feel that way. I never meant to. For what it's worth, you make me feel like a small kid again, as if I'm having a crush for the first time." 

A fresh wave of tears brims in your waterline, and Seungmin's eyes soften at the sight.

"Please don't cry," he says, gently wiping the rain droplets from your cheeks. "I don't hate you, I think I like you too much and that's the problem." 

I'm sorry I misjudged you, until you wiped my tears off away

"Okay," you say quietly, your mind not yet registering what he said, too busy focusing on his hands on your face. You can't believe you've ever felt invisible because of Seungmin, when he's looking at you like you're the most precious being in the world. 

"You had a bad day?" he asks, his knuckles brushing against your cheek tenderly, and you nod, silently. 

"Would you like a hug?" he asks, and you nod again. A hug sounded nice. 

He steps forward, wrapping his arms around you. His t-shirt is cold, clinging to his now wet skin. But a surprising warmth emanates from his chest, shielding you from the pouring rain- it travels from his body to yours, as if it's a familiar path, one it underwent a million times before. His hand finds your back, and he pats it gently, following a soothing rythme, one you try to sync your breathing to. "You did well," he whispers, "you always do well," and his words feel like a patch of shade on a scorching day.

You exhale softly, tightening your arms around his waist. You think you can stay here, for a while. You could rest in Seungmin, now and tomorrow, and maybe for the following months. If he still likes you this much. 

Bonus 

"I'm ready," Seungmin says, his soft hair tickling your bare skin. He's laying on top of your stomach, black tie undone, a piece of crumpled paper in his hands. You can tell he's nervous, with the way he looks up at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze. You lean down, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of his head. He closes his eyes, his hold on the yellowed paper slightly faltering.

"I'm all ears," you whisper, and he smiles softly at you, before looking at his written vows- the ones you decided to read to each other after your wedding ceremony, just the two of you, in your personal bubble. It feels much more intimate this way, they are words meant for you only to hear, after all.

"My love," he starts, and he can already feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He blinks repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to keep them at bay. "If I'm reading this it means I finally married you, which is probably the best thing I've ever done in my life." You giggle and he can't help but smile at the sound of your laugh.

"I am writing these vows one year into our relationship, I haven't proposed yet, but I just know you're the one I want to marry. And I suppose I don't want to forget everything I want to say to you, when that day comes." His words make your breath hitch in your throat as realization dawns on you- he wrote this three years ago, and he kept it safe, till this day.

"I still remember when I saw you for the first time. I couldn't talk because you looked so pretty, and you were smiling at Felix and I felt an overwhelming need to be the one you were smiling at. I think you cast a spell on me because I couldn't even ask you about your major back, I couldn't believe how awestruck I was. But you already know this, don't you?" He looks up at you, pressing a quick kiss to your stomach and you smile widely. You still remember when Seungmin recounted the first time you met, from his perspective. Rosy cheeks and fumbling words as he explained how much he felt for you in that instant, and how little he could express it.

"But there are still things I haven't told you," he clears his throat. "Like how Felix told me what horror movie he was planning to watch with you, and I looked it up the night before, to memorize all the jump scares just in case you were afraid. And you were, and I'm glad I did. I don't even like horror movies, but it was worth watching it three times in a row, just for you."

"Also, how I had to run out of my class to yours, so I'd catch you after the end of your presentation. I bought that chocolate only for you. I kept a stack of fifteen bars hidden in my desk, just in case you were feeling down, and you ended up needing it. I kept asking Felix about everything you liked, and disliked, and he was probably sick of me at that time," he chuckles, as memories of begging his roommate for any bit of information about you flooded his mind.

"I don't know how far into the future it'll be when I'll finally read this to you. I don't know how I'll be, or where I'll be, but as long as you're with me then I must be okay. I used to overthink everything, plan every part of my life so it'd run smoothly. That is until you came into my life, so suddenly, and you flipped it upside down. I didn't care to plan my life anymore, all that mattered is that it revolved around you," he pauses, sucking in a deep breath.

"I knew I wanted to marry you when you took me stargazing. You talked about the stars and galaxies so excitedly. And then you brought up Saturn; how it was unique among the planets, adorned with thousands of ringlets. And I remember thinking that you're my saturn, you're the dazzling planet that everyone admires and I'm the ring spinning around you, the one you're keeping afloat. And as long as you're here, I have a purpose and I'm okay. So please..." his voice wavers, as silent tears slip out of his eyes.

"Don't leave me. I know we're married now, but still, don't leave me. I love you. I feel like I've loved you in different lifetimes, in different earths and timelines. Everything can come crashing down around us, but one thing that'll forever remain the same is my love for you. I was made to love you, after all. My eyes were made to look at you, and my hands to graze your cheeks. And my heart... My heart was made to beat for you. And I love you. I feel like I don't say it enough but I truly love you. As long as I'm breathing then I'm yours."

Phases Masterlist

3/3 Main Completed, ?/? Minor Completed

LMH, HJS

Masterlist

Story Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue have never met Jisung and Minho.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung x fem!reader, lots of kissing and groping lol, more specific warnings in individual chapters

Main:

Preview

Phase One: Emotion Sickness

Phase Two: Wildfire

Phase Three: When He Sees Me

Minor:

Phase Four: The Bigger Bed

Drabbles: one, two

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