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♡Bang Chan

"Just let me help you..." 🥹

♡Han Jisung

“You deserve the world, honey.”💌

"You deserve to be treated with love and respect, always" 🥹🤧

♡Lee Felix

"You will see yourself just as beautiful as I see you" 💌🥹

"You will see yourself just as beautiful as I see you"

Felix x Reader

Genre: fluff, comfort

Warning: mentions of stretch marks, insecurity, body image, slight mentions of smut

Wc: 1.6k

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

“You want to do what?” I look at Felix, the disbelief was clear in my face. He is standing in front of me, a big grin on his lips. In one hand he is holding his camera, while the other one is holding a small container with gold glitter pigments. “Just a small photoshoot, to show you how beautiful you are. And to show you that those marks” he points to my thighs, “are nothing to be ashamed about.” I shift from one foot to the other, unsure if I should accept his offer. I have been really insecure about my stretch mark basically my whole life. But the last weeks I had the feeling the insecurity got worse again. It was hot outside in Seoul, but my mind only allows me to go out with pants that at least reach to my knees. I can’t get the thought out of my head that stretch marks are only unacceptable when they are on my body. Felix has been trying for a few days to make me feel more confident; he bought me some beautiful sundresses to wear on dates, he worships my body almost every day, not only by words but also when we have sex. He makes sure that he kisses every inch of my body, especially my thighs, but nothing seems to work right now. Now he has this “phenomenal” idea of doing a photoshoot with me, highlighting my stretch marks with gold glitter he stole from Hyunjin.

Felix notices my hesitation, he steps forward, carefully places his camera down on the small shelf in our hallway, before he gently cups my cheek with his hand. “Hey, if you don’t want to, it’s totally fine. I just thought it could help you.” I lean into his touch, the warmth of his hand radiating to my face. I think for another second before I softly nod. I trust Felix. He won’t judge or make fun of me. Felix grin grows wider, if that’s even possible, and he happily picks up his camera again. “Great, I already prepared something outside. But first, you need to change.” He gently shoves me towards our bedroom, one of the dresses he bought for me is laying on our bed. It was a beautiful white silk dress, with cuts on both sides of my thighs, leaving my outer thighs on full display.

As I walk out into our garden, Felix eyes immediately land on me. He stops what he’s doing and slowly walks over to me, his face in amazement. “Wow…” is the only thing he can mumble. His hands take place on my hips, his eyes staring deeply into mine. His gaze was warm and full of love. Normally, I feel uncomfortable when people hold strong eye contact with me, but with Felix it’s something different. His gaze is always so soft and honest. He just shows how he feels, not leaving anything to ponder and question behind. “You look really beautiful.” He whispers against my lips; his forehead is now leaning against mine. A shiver runs down my spine and I feel my cheeks starting to heat up. His plump lips land on mine and he pulls me closer to his body. I can taste his strawberry lip balm, which he uses almost every day. I slightly hum into the kiss. He always knows how to make me feel flustered and loved. Kissing him always makes me feel at home and he knows this. He gently traces over my hips with his hands, while I try to deepen the kiss with my tongue. “W-We should probably stop here, or else I can’t hold myself back” he whispers as he pulls away from the kiss. “But I would love this way more than the photoshoot.” I whine slightly. “Nah-ah. No objection. We will do this shoot and you will see yourself just as beautiful as I see you. Except you really do feel uncomfortable with this idea, then we can stop immediately” he assures me, walking back to what he prepared this morning. Only then I see a blanket placed on the grass, just in front of our wild flowerbed. It is really the perfect scenery for a shooting like this.  Without saying another word, I follow Felix to the blanket, picking up the glitter from the ground and handing it to him “Will you do me the favor and put it on me”. His beautiful smile finds it’s way back on his lips and he eagerly nods. While he applies the glitter over my stretch marks, I can’t help but admire him in the golden rays of sunshine that fall right on his face. It accentuates his freckles just right and his skin basically glows in this light. Without realizing, I stretch out my hand and softly trace along his cheekbones, feeling his soft and warm skin under my touch. His eyes swiftly look up to me before he concentrates back on my thighs. “Sweetheart, I need to concentrate here.” His soft giggles hit right into my heart, making it swell with nothing but love. I study him more, watching how concentrated he is to not place the glitter wrong. I notice how his tongue is slightly sticking out, only underlining his concentration.

“So, I’m finished” Felix states excited after some minutes pass by. He closes the box of glitter and admires his works with a proud grin. “Okay, I admit…it does not look to bad…” I mumble as I study my thighs. The sunlight only makes the glitter shine even more. He traced along even the smallest stretch marks. And I need to be honest, this glitter kind of makes them look…expensive?

“Not too bad? Baby, you look amazing” He explains slightly shocked. I just giggle at his reactions. “Okay so how do you want me?” Felix thinks for a moment, standing behind his tripod. He quickly comes up with an idea that he likes and guides me into position. I am now kneeing on the blanket, my thighs on full display, due to the cut-outs of my dress. My hands are laying on my thighs and Felix directs me to just stare into the distance. He takes a few shoots, also from different angles, adjusting some hair strand here and there.  He seems really happy with the outcome of the photos, so he decides to switch into some more different poses.

An hour passes and I feel myself getting slightly bored. “Honey, I think it’s unfair.” I say, just as he tries to put me into a different pose. “What do you mean?” he asks, slightly confused and nervous he might have made me uncomfortable. “That I am the only one in front of the camera. You’re also very pretty.” And that’s when a thought hit me. I quickly get up from the blanket, to which I earn a slightly annoyed “Hey” from Felix, because he just got me into another pose, and I grab the glitter from the ground. I walk up to him, and he looks at me confused, then I start to gently apply some glitter over his freckles. Felix eyes watch my fingers, which makes him squint lightly.

“Tada!” I announce my finished work, as I hold up my phone, mirror app opened, to show him the outcome of my work. He studies himself for a few seconds before a familiar smile spreads over his lips. “This is cute. Thank you” he admits calmly. I drag him along, back to the blanket, not before turning on the self-timer on his camera. Golden hour has hit us by now, which makes the glitter stand out even more, but also making our skin glow lightly. I place my hands on his cheeks, careful though, not to cover his golden freckles, while his arms wrap around my waist. We smile at each other, both happy and relieved to have each other. We don’t even realize the camera shooting the picture, both lost in each other’s eyes. “I love you. Thank you for all of this. For always making me feel loved.” I whisper softly against his lips. Felix shakes his head slightly, a shaky laugh escaping his mouth. “Sweetheart, there is nothing to thank me about. It is my pleasure to make you feel that way. It makes me happy to see you happy. That’s all that matters to me. Please understand that you are perfect for me, in every single way. I don’t care about your stretch marks or any other thing you don’t like about yourself. For me, that all belongs to you. And I love you…All of you.” Small tears build up, not only in my eyes, but also in his. His voice is filled with pure honesty and love. Making me start to believe every single thing he says.

“Hey Hyunjin, here’s your glitter back.” Felix says while entering the practice room, handing the small box back to his owner. Hyunjin looks from the glitter to Felix and then back to the glitter before quickly taking it out of his hands. “You stole my glitter?” he shouts a little overdramatic. “Well not really stole it. Just borrowed it” Felix shrugs slightly, but his smile grew wide immediately. “But look at those beautiful pictures” Felix explains excited while almost shoving his phone in Hyunjins face, showing him his lockscreen, which is now the picture of Felix and me, standing in the garden, smiling brightly at each other. Hyunjin just laughs slightly while shaking his head “You are unbelievable.”

“Just let me help you...” 

Content: comfort, slightly sad 

Words: 1.2k 

Warnings: depression, shutting people out, distancing yourself 

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

*ping* 

Another message. I lost count of how many I got the last few days, but I just can’t seem to muster any strength in my body to look at my phone. I don’t even know how many days have passed since I last left my house, let alone my bed. I felt exhausted and drained, like every drop of energy was pulled out of my body. My hair was oily and dirty already, but I was too weak to get out of my bed. The curtains were shut tightly, so no ray of sunshine was able to light up my room. I was simply just a mess.  

Chan and I were having fun at our date a few days ago, until we were crowded by a small number of fans. I don’t have a problem with meeting his fans, because I usually stand a bit off and give them their time with Chan. Until this time; I heard some fans whispering to each other about how Chan and I don’t really fit together, because of how I look. I always worry about my appearance for, but hearing someone else talk like that about me just hurts different. I tried not to take it to heart, but as soon as I was home and got the chance to inspect myself in the mirror, the thought that these girls were actually right, won’t leave my mind. 

My phone rings again, probably the 20th time today, but I ignore it and turn around in my bed, pulling the blanket over my head in hopes to shut down the voices in my head. 

I didn’t even hear my front door open and Chan stepping inside my apartment. My bedroom door opens slowly. I pull away my blanket just enough so I can peek at the door, hoping it is no burglar. A beam of light shines through the gap in the door into my dark bedroom, revealing my body to whoever dared to disturb my self-pity. “Oh dear…” a voice whispers, a slight hint of shock was audible in their voice. I immediately recognized the voice. I pull the blanket further over my body, too embarrassed he might see me in this state. What if he thinks I’m disgusting and weird? What if he wants to break off with me? My thoughts were interrupted as I feel him sit down on my mattress. His hands grab hold of my blanket before he carefully reveals my face to him. Chan was hovering over me, his eyes reflected concern and a little sadness, which makes my heart ache with guilt. His finger softly strokes over my cheek, wiping a few dried tears away. I melt into his touch, only now realizing how much I missed his touch the last few days. “Sweetheart...” Chan whispers softly. “I’m sorry, Channie” I say, my voice hoarse due to not speaking for a long time. Tears of guilt and embarrassment start to roll down my cheeks. “Hey...sshh. It’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself.” he whispers calmly as he wipes the tears from my cheeks. He gently grabs my shoulders and pulls me against his chest, in which I immediately start to nuzzle my face into as he softly begins to stroke my back with his hands. From time to time, he mumbles comforting words in my ears, trying to calm me down so we can talk.

My body is lifted from the bed as Chan carries me into the bathroom. He places me down on the counter before he starts to run a bath for me. I watch him as he walks around the room to grab some bathing utensils for me and I start to wonder what is going on in his mind. I was torn from my thoughts as Chan looks at me with a questioning look. The confused look on my face must have given away, that I did not hear his question, so he repeats himself “When was the last time you ate something?”. I think for a moment but can’t really seem to remember. Chan sighs before he suggests “okay, how about you go relax in the bathtub while I go prepare you something delicious.” His worry was clearly audible in his voice, which makes my guilt only build up more inside of my body. My gaze falls to the floor and I nod softly. Chan leaves the bathroom and I start to undress, before stepping into the bathtub. The warm water makes me relax instantly. I sigh as I let my body glide deeper into the warmth. There were some candles lit on the bathtub rim, the bath supplement produces some foam bubbles all over the surface. Some calming music comes from the speaker to which Chan has his phone connected. He probably knew that my mind would not calm down completely, which would have been the reason why I could not relax fully. I close my eyes and try to keep my mind empty. After some while I start to smell the fragrance of my favorite meal coming from the kitchen. With another sigh I leave the bathtub, dry off my body and step into the bedroom to get dressed. I walk downstairs and notice that Chan already prepared everything so we can sit down and eat on the couch while watching a movie. “Mhm, this smells delicious” I say as I take a seat next to him on the couch. He smiles at me brightly “I hope so. Leeknow gave me this recipe, so it better be good.” A small giggle leaves my mouth which makes Chans eyes light up with love and happiness. We lean back against the cushion and start to enjoy our meal. “Ugh I feel so guilty, Channie....” I admit as I set my empty plate down on the coffee table. I pull the hem of my sleeve over my hands; a habit I do every time I am nervous. He gently takes my hands into his, to stop my nervous fiddling. He stares deep into my eyes before he says “Baby, you have nothing to be guilty about. It was not your fault, okay? Just let me help you and we can get through this together.” Tears start to build up in my eyes because of his kind and caring words. I really don’t deserve him. “I-I’ll try to tell you about it next time, I promise. “I say under my breath, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. “Even if you can’t, I will still be here for you.” Chan promises, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before he wipes my tears from my face. I give him a small smile before he pulls me against him and leans back against the cushion again. He grabs a blanket and drag it over our bodies. “Now, how about we watch some movies. Maybe this will help shutting out the voices in your head. And then we can talk about this tomorrow at rest.” Chan suggests, the remote already in his hands. I nod softly against his chest “that sounds great. Thank you”. “No need to thank me, honey” he replies, placing a kiss on my hair before starting the movie. About halfway into the movie, I can feel my eyes getting heavy and I slowly drift off into a deep sleep, which was way overdue. 

Han coded relationship:

Sweet, Possessive, Hello-Kitty gf 🤝 Charming, Obsessive, Slightly Emo bf !!!

A need not a want!!!

hey I don't know if it was just me that was bothered by this, but it was a bit of an insensitive decision to put a picture of a stick-thin woman on a piece of writing that's for people with body image issues? especially something like stretch marks, sure thin people can have them but they're way more common on bigger bodies. idk it made me feel gross seeing that

Hey. So the whole idea behind the picture was actually just, that the dress matched my description and this was the first one I found. I didn't think much of it, I'm sorry.

I'll look for a new one right away!

“You deserve to be treated with love and respect, always”

Roomate!Han x reader

Warnings: cheating, mentioning of slight smut (MDNI), panic attack

Wc: 1.1k

English is not my native language, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to contact me. 

My body was still shaking slightly as I make my way over to Jisungs bedroom door. I could not quiet process what happened a few minutes ago. It felt like the ground was being torn away from under my feet, when I called my boyfriend – now ex-boyfriend- and some random woman picked up the phone, giggling and moaning slightly into my ear.

I softly knock on Jisungs door, tears still streaming down my face. “Come in” was heard from inside. Jisung is sitting on his bed, watching some anime as I step inside his room. “You need to watch this one, it’s amaz…Hey, what’s wrong?” his face instantly changes from happy to worried as soon as he looks at me. He quickly makes his way over to me, studying me with a concerned expression. We walk over to his bed so I can sit down, while Jisung kneels in front of me. He gently takes my hands into his, trying to calm me down. “H-he...” I try to say, but a sob escapes my mouth before I can even say a word. I don’t want to say it out loud. It would be real then, right? Panic starts to build up in my body and I feel my chest tightens. Pictures of my boyfriend and this woman shoot up in my head, imagining all the things they could have possibly been doing when I called. Did he really throw away our two-year relationship for some other woman? My mind keeps racing over the same thoughts again and again, making me completely forget about Jisung kneeling in front of me, until he succeeds to pull me out of my thoughts. “Shh, shh, take deep breaths.” Jisung soothes, his eyes filled with concern. He gently starts to stroke over the back of my hand with his thumb, trying desperately to comfort me. I try to take deep breaths, but I can’t. My body was shaking, and my vision starts to get blurry again from tears. “Look at me” he gently grabs my chin to force me to focus only on him. “That’s it. Focus on me” he says softly “you need to slow down your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth.” He demonstrates slowly, trying to guide me through it, trying his best not to freak out himself. As he realizes that it does not seem to help, he quickly sits down on the floor and pulls me on to his lap in a swift motion. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pulls me close. With my head now on his chest, I can clearly listen to his heartbeat and steady breathing. I try to sync with him again and this time my breathing slowly starts to calm down. “That’s it” Jisung murmurs, his heart thumping in his chest as he holds me close. He tightens his arms around me, his fingers tracing circles on my back as he tries to soothe me fully. “Take all the time you need.”

His soft stroking on my back and his heartbeat grounds me and my breathing is starting to be normal again, small sobs are still coming from my mouth, but I finally have enough air and strength to speak. “He cheated on me” I whisper, so quiet, Jisung could hardly hear it. “Oh, I’m so sorry” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. He tightens his hold on me even more, trying to offer what comfort he can. “You don’t deserve that.” I cling on to his body with all the strength I have left in my body. Jisung shifts slightly, lifting me more on to his lap. “Do you think it’s my fault?” I ask hesitantly. “No, definitely not. He is the one who cheated. You didn’t do anything wrong. You deserve to be treated with love and respect, always” His voice was filled with so much emotion, which makes my heartbeat fasten. I stare him into his eyes, unable to answer anything. Only then I fully realize how close we are. Our bodies were pressed together, and I can feel his warmth radiating off him. Jisung tenderly moves his hand to brush a strand of hair away from my cheek. “You know,” he says softly, “if you ever need someone to talk to or just be there for you, I’m here. You’re not alone.” His voice is low and soothing, and I swear I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. My skin tingles as he brushes away my hair. “Thank you” I mumble, our faces just inches apart by now. I feel Jisung leaning in closer, our lips almost touching, only for us to be jolting apart because of Jisungs phone ringing. He quietly curses under his breath before he looks down on his phone. “I’m really sorry, but I need to take this.” He stands up and leaves the room. I nervously start to play with the hem of my shirt. Did we really almost kiss? My whole body is tingling, when I think about how close we were.

My thoughts are interrupted my Jisung reentering the room. "Sorry again” he says, smiling shyly as he walks back over to me. “So, uh “he starts as he sits back down next to me “that happened. And I just want you to know that I really care about you, and…”. Before he can even finish his sentence, a wave of confidence washes over me and I quickly lean forward, pressing my lips on to his. I quickly realize he is not responding to my kiss, and I immediately disconnect our lips. “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me” I stutter as I look at the floor, to embarrassed to look him into his eyes. Jisung looks at me, gently grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him, too. His eyes are filled with surprise but also something I can’t quite identify. “It’s okay. I actually liked it.” He leans in closer, brushing his lips against mine before once more reconnecting our lips in a gentle kiss. It feels like fireworks are exploding in my body as our lips move in perfect sync with each other. I swiftly wrap my hands around his neck to pull him even close, while his hands find place on my waist. The kiss just feels magical, like something that was meant to happen. I gently start to play with his hair in his nape, pulling at it softly. Jisung groans into the kiss, pulling me even closer to him by my hips. We break the kiss after some time, both needing to catch our breath. Jisung leans his forehead against mine, looking me deeply into the eyes. “Wow…” I mumble against his lips. A big smile is plastered on his lips as he nods agreeing. We sit on the floor for a while, just looking at each other and exchanging kisses here and there. I don’t know how I could be so stupid all this time along. The perfect boy was always right before my eyes.