Nah Cuz Y Would He Actually Do That Tho

nah cuz y would he actually do that tho😭

BOYFRIEND TEXTS ✰ established relationship / fluff

; a glimpse of the texts shared between you and your boyfriend ; lee felix.

pairing. lee felix x gn!reader.

cw. two sexual innuendos.

masterlist

author’s note. pissed that i picked out specific tiktoks and the links DONT WORK??? 😭😭 ALAS we are halfway through !! woo hoo !! ( 4 / 8 )

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I want to stuff this lino in my pocket so no one can harm him😞

in the dark.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, angst; kissing, crying, mention of blood, mention of animal abuse, not very edited lol word count: 0.6k note: oh i've had the idea for a scene like this for a whiiiile now and i was hella motivated to finally write it after watching skzflix 😂 (twas supposed to be used for a jk fic but oh well, sorry jungoo)

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

"It was stupid of you."

"Okay."

"And reckless."

"Okay."

"And dangerous."

"Okay."

"And stupid. Did I already mention that? Because it was fucking stupid."

"Oka-"

"Fuck!" you snap. "Why do you keep saying that? Is it the only word in your vocabulary?"

Minho shrugs defeatedly, like none of this matters to him, but his guilty eyes tell you otherwise. He purses his lips for a second, before he tells you, "What else am I supposed to say?"

"Say you're sorry? Say you'll stop doing it? Say you won't put me through this again?"

He stays quiet, and to be honest, you expected him to. He's too stubborn for his own good and he's too good for his own sake. He's got the kindest heart you know, and you will always love him for it, but...

It's hard to make peace with it when he shows up at your doorstep every few weeks with bruises all over, like an abandoned dog asking you to take him in and put him back together.

It's hard to keep track of all the reasons he tells you to justify his borderline foolhardy actions. The last time it happened, it was because he ran into some psycho abusing the stray cats near his neighborhood. Tonight, it was because he saw someone get mugged on the street.

It's even harder to be okay with the fact that he's infinitely selfless and kind because you love your friend.

You love your friend.

You heave a sigh, going back to the task at hand because you know there's no convincing Minho otherwise. Sometimes, you wish he'd think of himself, that he'd put himself over others. Sometimes, you wish he'd think about you.

You asked him about it once, why he kept showing up to yours instead of going to a hospital. Instead of going home.

He only replied, simple and earnest, "I just want to be here with you."

You soak a cotton swab in rubbing alcohol before you press it gently against the cut on his cheek, wincing when he does. Then you move to the cut on the bridge of his nose, the one on his jawline, the one on the corner of his mouth...

You don't meet his eyes, but you feel his steady gaze on you the entire time you tend to his wounds. You're aware of how your hands are shaking, the way every breath you exhale is trembling, and that there are tears ready to overflow any second now.

The first one spills as you work on cleaning the blood off the corner of his mouth.

Then, suddenly, the cotton swab is no longer in your hand. Minho carelessly flings it elsewhere, and before you can scold him for interrupting you, his palms are on your face, delicate fingers cradling your jaw.

You blink. Just a split second, and his lips are on yours.

He's soft, and warm, and sweet, despite the bitterness that's been on your tongue the entire night. You love him. You do.

And he kisses you like he loves you too, tenderly and wholeheartedly.

You want to keep him with you forever, to never let him go, to not have to see him get hurt ever again. You don't think it's possible for you to endure it anymore, now that you know how it feels to have him like this.

When he pulls away, you're dazed. Rightfully so.

Minho doesn't stray from you for too long. He lets you catch your breath before he's leaning in once more.

Another kiss. Three seconds.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles against your lips, his tone so painfully sincere.

Another kiss. Four seconds.

"I'll stop doing it."

Then another one. Five seconds.

"I won't put you through this again."

all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 03.11.2023]

SOBBING SO FUCKING HARD RN

AND FOR THE QUESTION AT THE BOTTOM, YES!!! PART 2 PLSSS OR ILL START LOSING MY MIND

Hello! Here's a bit of angst. Part 2 for happy ending??

Trigger warning: Angst, break up, crying. Reader is a teacher cause is the profession that came first skdjs

The Chaos Theory

The butterfly effect, or the chaos theory states that one simple event can lead to bigger events, and change the course of things, the way an action can affect directly another one.

Maybe, going to that convenience store wss your butterfly effect. Maybe, you shouldn't have gone.

However, it wasn't crazy or weird to see your boyfriend in tv, or heard people talking about him since he was a popular, yet, no one had a single clue he was dating you. For the world he was single, until that night.

You were waiting in line to get your things payed, until one of the two girls in front you of let out a tiny scream, making you furrow your eyebrows in confussion.

"What is it?" asked her friend. "Your boyfriend again?"

"Well, not my boyfriend, my husband. There's a twitter account saying Bangchan might be dating! Oh my god, do you think is true?"

Even though you tried to avoid reading those comments or being involved in the media scandal, you couldn't help but pay attention. Was it a leaked picture of you? Do I need to run? You thought to yourself. But you didn't.

"Apparently he's dating this female idol from the latest JYP group. They were seen together a few days ago, look!" The girl showed her friend her phone "They don't look that bad, do they?"

"Nope, not at all. They look great, actually. Would be a pretty couple, I ship them!"

You knew, you absolutely knew. You knew her, you knew he was going to be a guest in their new music video, you knew everything, but you couldn'y say anything. You knew Chan wouldn't even think of cheating on you, you knew Christopher. However, those thoughts were definitely not helping your rising anxiety.

It was something that had been haunting you for months, you met him when he was already popular, and you were beyond proud of everything he accomplished and keep accomplishing. You could deal with the distance whenever he went away on tour, or the nights where he'd arrive late. But you couldn't seem to deal with your own thoughts and how they were tearing you apart.

You moved back home, thinking about how different your lifestyles were, and the dark clouds were adding drama to that moment.

When night came, you couldn't control it anymore, your eyes were already teary and puffy, and you thanked god your roomate wasn't there so you didn't have to give any explanations. You put on a jacket, grabbed the keys to her car, and headed to Chan's dorm. You knew the kids were not going to be there, so it seemed the perfect timing.

"Baby? Hey! What are you—" Chan said welcoming you, but interrupting himself when his smile fade away, noticing your tired, teary eyes. "What happened, y/n?

He was about to pull you in his arms, but instead of jumping to him, you moved aside and let yourself inside the building, making Chan look at you in confussion and concern. He turned around, searching for you eyes.

"Chan we... We need to talk, can we?"

"Yeah, we need. And you're scaring me, like... a lot" he chuckled a bit, keeping his smile. But out of being nervous.

"I–..." you cut yourself, feeling your throat getting tight. "I've been thinking a lot and... Maybe..." after taking a deep breath, you looked back at him "maybe this isn't right?"

"This? What is this? Could you explain it better, yeah?" His soft eyes and patience broke you even more.

"Us, Chan." You saw Chris's eyes getting filled with pain, horror, sadness. "This is not easy to say, but... I've been thinking and... Maybe it's better if we take different roads."

"Y/n—ah... I'm not– I'm not getting anything. Why are you bringing this up? I know I don't rest that much or I'm always doing things but—" this time, you interreputed him.

"Exactly. But it is not that I'm mad about it"

"Then?"

"I don't want to drag you down, Channie..." you felt your eyes getting wet, and you bit your lower lip trying to stop your chin from trembling. "You are always trying to move your agenda, getting more time, and... Last time you already got scolded for cancelling an interview and spend the weekend with me. I–... We are from different worlds, Chan. And at some point is gonna... Is not gonna be manageable anymore. I don't want to block you from working hard and your dreams"

You said looking down, while Chan was completely frozen in his spot, his eyebrows furrowed, his adam apple moving when he swallowed hard to keep his tears.

"I'm a grown man, y/n. I do what I want, and I want to be with you, yeah? I know it's hard but-" you interrupted him.

"Chan this is not... there's a lot more behind it" you said as you felt the tears going down your cheeks.

"You read comments again, didn't you? Baby those are not true, and you know that."

Chan took a step closer and denied with his head, he wanted to hug you, kiss you, but the step you took back stopped him from doing so.

"They are, Chris." Hearing his name in that moment was even more painful "I mean, just look at you...And look at me." You sniffed, lifting your arms pointing at him but letting it fall once again "you are an idol, your world is... Unmatchable for me. I'm just a regular teacher, with a reg-" this time, he was the one to interrupt you.

"You're not just a teacher, you have a masters degree, your students love you, you make them feel better, you do much more than I do."

"But it still isn't enough, Chan. You deserve someone at your level... And... Maybe I'm not the one."

And that was the breaking point. Your words grew smaller and weaker syllable by syllable, finally closing your eyes wjth strenght as your tears fell down, uncontrolably, matching Chan's heartbeat that was going crazy, crazy not to shatter into a million pieces.

He took another step closer, finally caging you in his arms, the smell of his perfume giving you instant peace. His hand landed at the back of your head, gently pushing you against his chest.

"You are speaking non-sense...I love you, you make me wanna keep going, and... And we can carry this, yeah?" His voice was soft, yet, you could hear the sadness.

"I love you too, Chris. Way too much... That is why I have to let you go."

You lifted your head and your palm rested on his cheek, thumb caressing his cheekbone. Chan's hand grabbed yours without taking it away from his face, he couldn't.

"Don't say that, come on" at this point, his eyes were red with tears, and both of you were broken of seeing the latter fall down your faces.

"You're the best man I have ever meet, Channie. And... I just hope someone good..." You sniffed hard, being completely unable to finish that sentence. You didn't want him to be with anyone else, but at the same time you felt you were not the one. "Take care, yeah?"

You left a quick and painful kiss on his cheek, before going out as fast as possible, hiding your sobs. Chan stood there, not moving an inch in the middle of the room, only his chin trembling, and tears staining the floor.

Meanwhile, outside, seven boys were happily getting off the van, trying to cover themselves from the rain.

"Ah, Chan-hyung is going to be so happy" Felix said with a smile

"Totally, this new world tour is gonna hype him up so much" I.N added, "Oh, yn-ah is here" he said again with a happy smile when he recognized your car, making the rest of the kids smile as well.

However, you didn't even see them. Or didn't want to. The door closed behind you as you ran past the seven of them, their faces looking at you in confussion when you didn't say hi, but especially, cause they noticed the sobbing and the tears in your face. They look at each other, not understanding anything.

"Lee Know"

Changbin told him, and just by his name he understood. From a time there, you and Lee Know had a very close relation, he became pretty much some sort of big brother, and he was the one who ran after you, calling your name.

"Yn-ah!" He grabbed you by your shoulder, stopping you right before you entered the car.

"Not now, Minho" you said, a sob escaping your lips "please"

"God, I can't let you get go in that state, much less with this rain. What the hell is-" He stopped right in his tracks when you hugged him.

"Take me home, please"

You begged in a whisper, him nodding. He raised his head to look at Han, slightly lifting his shoulders to make him understand he didn't know what was happening either. But they were far from dumb, they knew something between you and Chan must have happened.

When Han turned around, the kids were already walking inside the place. When he got in, he saw Hyunjin sitting next to Chan, his head on his shoulder, and his arm around his torso. On Chan's left was Felix, patiently looking at him. Kneeling in front was I.N together with Changbin, and Seungmin was coming back from the kitchen with a glass of water. Han took a step closer to the group, and with no words he understood why their leader was sobbing hard, looking down while holding his head with his hands and covering his face as his elbows were on his thighs.

Did it really end? Was the only thought for everyone, inside and outisde the building.

Part 2?

DO IT😈

I NEED TO STOP READING THESE MARRIAGE AND BABY FICS!!! I’M LOSING MY MIND

too innocent.

group: stray kids !

pairing: nonidol!yang jeongin x f!reader

genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, slightly suggestive

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, arranged marriage, jeongin is referred to as jeonginnie and innie, nightmares, fighting (verbal), suggestive in one scene, one bed, forced proximity, petnames.

authors note: ill be honest this isnt the best of my works, but its been running through my mind for a while so i just thought i might as well. this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 3097

“there’s no use in arguing. it’s final, y/n”

you couldn’t swallow down the lump in your throat. maybe if you had been good your entire childhood you would have gotten what you wanted. is it really so bad for wanting to have a little fun?

your parents were powerful, and incredibly rich. you were to carry on their legacy, whether you were happy or not.

and now you’re here. sitting in a large dining room with your parents, your husband-to-be, and his parents.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you, yang jeongin”

the night moves on swiftly, discussing the formalities of your engagement and wedding. you wondered if life would ever feel normal for you again.

-

you couldn’t lie, you felt so beautiful in this moment. your parents at least had the heart to let you choose out your dress. the lace border accentuates your curves, and you truly feel like yourself.

“you’re a beautiful bride you know”, lily whispers to you. you admired lily, how she was always able to stay positive in any situation. her gorgeous grey dress shimmering under the light.

you managed to smile at her, even with all the pain in your heart. jeongin wasn’t bad in any way, he actually seemed incredibly sweet. you just wanted to marry someone you loved. you wish you had behaved more.

that day, you walk down the aisle and recite your vows, most of which had no meaning to either of you. he still managed to smile wide, his dimples completely on display. if you weren’t so upset, you would’ve thought it was pretty cute.

you both dance for a little while and go to your new home later that night. your parents had bought it for you, and your things are already set up and unpacked. after a long night, you just want to sleep.

you quickly grab the extra blanket, making your way to the couch in the living room. you stop when you hear him speak out. “where are you going?”

“the couch?”, you say as if it wasn’t already obvious.

“why? there’s enough space here for the both of us”

you hesitate for a moment, but eventually set the blanket down and make your way to the bed. you lay close to the edge, making sure you don’t get too close.

“goodnight”

“goodnight, y/n.”

-

two months pass in a breeze. you and jeongin have gotten over the initial awkwardness of your relationship, so it hasn’t been too terrible. you both have yet to do anything remotely romantic, your hopes of a perfect marriage already out the window.

“have a good day at work!”, you shout out before he leaves. “you too!”

you can’t see him, but you can practically hear the smile on his face. in a way, he reminded you of lily, always so optimistic and jolly for absolutely no reason. you didn’t mind though, as long as you could admire those adorable dimples. 

you didn’t bother lying to yourself. yang jeongin was a beautiful man. defined cheekbones and his perfect fox eyes made him look so innocent. you wish you had stayed innocent. maybe then you wouldn’t have to be trapped in this marriage. 

you couldn’t help but feel guilty. jeongin seemed like a good man. he always treats you well, and he’s incredibly respectful. maybe if you had been good, you both could have married someone you loved.

what’s done is done. you don’t spend any more time sulking about your past actions. quickly, you get ready for work and dart out the door, leaving your unwanted thoughts in the home behind you.

-

you wake up to your alarm on time, quickly getting out of bed to make jeongin his morning coffee. as your senses start coming back to you, you begin to acknowledge the light snores coming from your right.

you’re met with a sleeping jeongin, who is about to be a late-for-work jeongin if he doesn’t wake up.

“jeongin, wake up”, you speak softly to him, careful not to alarm him. “it’s time for work”

he doesn’t budge. “jeongin”, you say a bit louder this time. he still doesn’t seem to wake so you walk over to his end of the bed. you slowly run your fingers through his hair, your movements soft and tender to not startle him.

“jeongin wake up, you’re gonna be late”

suddenly, jeongin stirs for a bit, blinking a couple times and then opening his eyes. “what time is it?”, his voice still raspy with sleep. “it’s almost seven”

he grabs your hand, his grip loose as if to let you escape in case you weren’t comfortable with such things yet. “thank you”, he says with the sweetest smile on your face.

he slowly gets out of bed, getting ready for the day ahead, and you go to the kitchen to prepare his coffee. his touch has been burned onto your skin, you can still feel the gentle grip around your wrist.

it’s the first time he’s really touched you since your wedding day. it’s safe to say you could definitely get used to it.

-

“ughh nooooo”, he whines. “just give me five more minutesss”

“jeongin, you said that five minutes ago!”, you chuckle

eventually he gets up, and you get ready to make his coffee. this has become a regular routine, jeongin has been oversleeping a lot recently. you’re not quite sure why, but it’s pretty fun shaking him up in the morning.

jeongin loves seeing you smile. he doesn’t want to admit it though, he already knows you don’t like him. truthfully, he’s been falling for you, whether he wants to admit it or not.

you’re so caring towards everyone you meet, he couldn’t help it. not to mention you’re absolutely gorgeous as well. 

he’s lost in his thoughts again when you knock on the door. “jeongin, are you okay?”

he quickly checks the time, realizing he’s taken too long. he opens the door to see you right in front of him. “yeah sorry, i was just… fixing my tie” 

you hand him his coffee as he walks out the door. “have a good day at work jeongin!”

he smiles, you can see it this time. “you too sweets!”, he practically beams at you. he quickly walks out and shuts the door, leaving you in the corridor, shades of red spreading across your entire face.

sweets? that was new. you didn’t mind though.

-

you wake up to the bed shaking a little bit. you wondered what was going on, and then you heard little whimpers and gasps for breath beside you.

no. there’s no way right? not while you’re sleeping. not while you’re sharing a bed. not while he was right next to you.

“jeongin?”

he continued shaking, but he stopped making noise, “it’s nothing, just go to sleep”

you scoot closer to him, hesitating for a bit before you wrapped your arms around him and put your head on his shoulder. your chest was pressed to his back, your warmth calming him a little.

“i… i had a nightmare”

relief was all you felt at first. thank god. but then his words hit you. nightmare? was this why he had been losing sleep?

“would you like to talk about it?”

he frowned a little bit, “no, not really”

you continue to embrace him, holding his hand through it all. you felt terrible, you hope he’s okay. considering the amount of times you’ve had to wake him up in the morning, this has definitely been going on for a while.

“can i do something, please?”

you mumble a “mhm”, not able to get much out due to your sleepy state. he turns over to face you, and you let go of him to make it easier.

he tentatively brings his arms towards you. “can i…? just for a little bit.”

you pull him closer to you, both of you now in the middle of the bed. he buries his head in your chest, looking up at you to make sure you’re okay with it. you don’t answer, you just take your hand and run it through his hair like you do every morning.

he feels guilty for staining your shirt with all his tears, but he can’t seem to push himself away from you. the exhaustion keeps him there, and sleep slowly washes over him.

you make sure he’s asleep before closing your eyes and falling asleep. you hope the nightmares stop soon.

-

“good morning jeongin”, you speak softly. “mmmphh”, is all you hear from him, followed by a loud groan that makes you laugh. “get dressed dummy”

you lift yourself off the bed, making his coffee and waiting for him. he enters the room not too long after, grabbing the coffee and, like usual, saying “have a good day at work sweets!”

“you too jeonginnie!”, you giggle.

jeongin stops in his tracks at the door, face flushing red. “what’s wrong jeongin?”, you ask, slightly worried.

“nothing, just hot outside.”, he says as he leaves.

you chuckle to yourself. it’s the middle of december.

-

the two have seemed to get closer after that night, entangling your limbs whenever you go to sleep every night. it was great for the both of you, especially considering the harsh weather.

you two have become great friends, having many movie nights and taking little trips. you enjoyed it actually, a lot.

you really did expect the whole relationship to feel awkward, and it did. it felt awkward as lovers, but you seemed to be great friends.

jeongin on the other hand, is stuck yearning for more. he loves the way you feel, your touch setting him on fire. he loves how comforting you are, how comforting you feel.

he loves the silly nicknames you give him all the time, and all the times you spend with him. he knows you don’t like him back, which made his thoughts just so much worse.

how could he fall for someone who doesn’t see him any more than a friend.

-

jeongin slowly started distancing himself. he wasn’t trying to hurt you in any way of course, but he didn’t want to fall for someone that would never like him back. he knew you wouldn’t feel the same way, especially considering the fact that you two were forced into this marriage.

he hasn’t been sleeping with you in his arms anymore, instead taking his side of the bed again, back turned to you. he’s stopped calling you his sweets, and to be honest you kind of missed it. the only time you see him anymore is at night, he’s been leaving the house earlier before you wake up. 

you miss seeing his sleeping figure in your arms.

you miss being his sweets. 

you miss making him coffee.

you miss him.

you’re beginning to realize you miss him a little too much. more than a friend should. maybe you really do like yang jeongin. you wish he never pushed you away.

-

jeongin feels guilty for never speaking to you, but he’s also upset at himself. he doesn’t think he can stand speaking to you again before falling harder for you. he didn’t mean to fall so hard. it just all happened to abruptly, he didn’t have time to catch himself. 

he found himself admiring your features while you were sleeping, brushing his nose against yours. he’d always stay a couple extra minutes after you made his coffee just to hear your morning voice.

he adored everything about you, he still does. but he’s so scared. he knows you won’t feel the same way.

meanwhile, you’re a complete mess. it feels as if there’s no one living with you anymore, that it just someone who comes to bed to sleep and leaves in the morning. 

you miss him so much. maybe you do like him after all. you’re upset you didn’t tell him sooner. maybe if you did, he would have stayed.

-

“well why can’t you do any work around the house?! it’s completely unfair to me jeongin. i feel like i haven’t seen you in days!”

you’re not sure how the fight came up, all you know is that you’re angry as hell and about to blow up on him.

“y/n could you please not yell. i’m really tired and-“

“oh! so you think i’m not tired? i work everyday too! and yet i still clean the house all the time. you can’t even seem to do basic things.” 

he slowly makes his way to you, reaching out to you in hopes to calm you down, but you take a step back, to which he drops his arms at his side.

“if i had the choice i would have never married you. i hate you, you know that? i hate you for ruining my chance at a perfect marriage.”

your words cut him deeper than a knife. his whole heart shattering right as he processed those words. he couldn’t say anymore, he couldn’t let you see him cry again. “i’m sorry. i’m going to bed now. goodnight y/n.”

“that’s it?” 

he quickly nodded, walking off before you could see his tears fall. he quickly removed his work outfit, putting it in the wash. he threw on a hoodie and flopped onto the bed.

you walked in after him, only to take the extra blanket and lay down on the couch. it was incredibly uncomfortable, but your pride stood in the way of competent thinking.

-

you wake the next morning, a pillow under your head which you were sure you hadn’t brought the night before. you check the time, walking into your room to get ready for work. as you walk out, you take a look at the kitchen.

dishes squeaky clean, countertops cleared of any spam mail. there’s a bouquet of roses on the counter, you wonder how early he had to be out to get this for you. 

with it lies a note, “i’m sorry for last night. i promise to be better. i hope you can forgive me.”

your heart feels like it’s being wrung of all its blood once you see the teardrop on the slip of paper. your head drops down in disappointment. how could you be so cruel to such a sweet man? 

you make your way to work again, distracted by your thoughts the entire day. you wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. it was your fault to begin with.

-

a couple hours later you make your way home. jeongin is already waiting for you. he’s never home so early, his shift doesn’t end till three hours.

“jeongin? why are you home?”

he smiled a little, “i wanted to cook dinner for you”

your heart clenched when you looked at his sad smile. you shouldn’t have been so terrible to him. you figured you’d give him a proper apology later, you were too tired to even think right now.

quickly, you finish your food and make it to your room, working on a couple more projects before finally putting away your laptop and heading to bed.

“oh, you’re sleeping here tonight?”

“yeah, the couch is too small”, you laugh nervously.

“oh! i can go sleep on the couch tonight if you’d like”, he smiles.

seeing him smile at something like this made you sick to your stomach. he’s too pure for his own good.

“no that’s okay, i don’t mind”

he gets into bed again, back turned towards you. you shuffle underneath the sheets, trying to find a comfortable position. you’re facing his back when you’re finally comfortable, and you close your eyes.

not too long after, jeongin turns around, tears staining his cheeks. his breath is shaky, still hiccuping from his sobs. he runs a thumb along your cheekbone, holding your head in place while he admires you.

one particularly loud sob escapes his lips, and your eyes open immediately. jeongin is too shocked to realize, but quickly moves his hand away when he’s processed what happened. “i’m sorry… i wasn’t gonna do anything.” 

you didn’t let him say anything else, you just pulled him closer to you, how you’d always sleep before this. you felt his sobs shake his body, small cries leaving his lips.

“did you mean it?”

you were a little confused, and only let out a ‘hm?’

“do you really hate me?”, his words are broken up by gasps for breath.

you think back to what you said the day before, guilt engulfing you all over again. “no jeongin, i didn’t mean it. i’m so sorry, i was just angry and frustrated. i didn’t mean any of it”

he let out a sigh of relief, cuddling closer to you. you chuckled a little, “jeez relax, you’re gonna suffocate me”

he quickly loosened his grip on you, “‘m sorry, i just missed you”, he confessed quietly.

you gave a quick peck to his forehead, missing these intimate moments you had with him. you start to remember why you love him so much.

“can i confess something?”

“anything innie. what’s on your mind?”

“y/n, i think i’m in love with you”

your heart stopped. 

your grip on him loosened. 

“fuck, i- i’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything”

you just look at him and smile, your heads now on the same level. you scoot forwards, your foreheads now touching. you’ve been waiting so long to tell him, you just didn’t think he could ever feel the same about you. 

“i love you, yang jeongin.”

his eyes widen, and then they fill with tears. you hold his chin, looking into his eyes for permission. he lightly nods, and you couldn’t hold back.

you lock lips, fitting together perfectly. they dance along with eachother, light gasps and hums filling the room now. the kiss wasn’t needy, it was one of love, comfort. 

“i’ll be a better husband, i promise. i’m so sorry”

“no, im sorry. i was just angry at you for no reason. i love you so much my jeonginnie. i really wouldn’t choose anyone over you”

his eyes widened a bit at your sincerity, but he quickly stole your lips in a kiss again. “thank you for giving me a chance sweets”

you nuzzle your nose against his, giggling as you cuddled up into him again. no moment could compare to this one. something about the way he looked at you felt so incredibly intimate, emitting a warmth that could be produced in no other way but pure adoration.

you adored him. and he adored you alike. his sweets.

<3

I might have to do a sacrifice to find these kind of men from these fanfics😭

wrong number...

group: stray kids !

pairing: neighbor!han jisung x f!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive + allusions to sex (MDNI)

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, jisung is referred to as hannie, ji, sungie, highly suggestive scene, jisung is a barista. MDNI

authors note: this scenario is such a jisung thing to do i cant even lie. again, minors please do not interact with this post as it is highly suggestive. this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 3102

“oh you’re so dead”

you and jisung have been playing a new game that came out two days ago. you’re in a 1v1 right now, but ji keeps playing sneaky.

“stop hiding, i wanna actually fight you”

he slowly crouches towards your avatar, quickly pulling out his sword and attacking you at the speed of light. you couldn’t even land a single hit on him because it was knocking you so far back. you decided to accept your fate, respawning seconds later.

“next time we’re fighting face to face. it’s unfair if you sneak up on me”, you say with a fake pout.

jisung tries to ignore what that adorable pout of yours does to him, but it just looks too adorable to think about anything else. “ughh fineee”, he whines.

you two make your way to the kitchen, preparing the ramen you had just bought the day before. you made sure to buy the regular version for jisung though, he’s pretty bad with spicy food.

once you finish making it, you hand it to jisung and sit down on the couch to watch a new kdrama. it wasn’t uncommon to do this with jisung. it’s become a weekly routine, and it’s just what you need after a long week at work. 

friends always hang out like this, right?

-

you walk into the coffee shop right after work. you’re so glad it’s right next to your home. in your personal opinion, no coffee shop will ever compare to this one. maybe it’s because of the coffee, maybe it’s because of the incredibly hot barista.

“your usual?”, jisung asks you as you walk in. “obviously”, you roll your eyes. you grab your drink once it’s done and pull out your laptop, catching up on some more work. 

jisung loves when you come to the shop, it’s his favorite time of his shifts. he admires how hardworking you are, coming into a coffee shop to work right after you finished your shift. 

he finds it adorable how your eyebrows pinch together while you’re working. he loves the color of your rosy lips and-

“jisung!”, he was shaken out of his thoughts by an annoyed jeongin. he jerks his head towards jeongin now, a little confused as to what happened.

“what?”, ji asks. “just tell her you like her at this point man”, jeongin complains.

“what do you mean?”

“you like her don’t you? you’re always staring at her when she’s here”

“no she’s just my friend! absolutely not. heh… no. maybe…”

jeongin is unamused. “you totally like her, you’re just in denial dumbass”

jisung rolls his eyes and gets back to work. maybe he does like you, he’s not sure yet. it’s not okay to like your best friend, he knows that, but the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks he truly does like you.

it’s just a stupid crush. he’ll get over it eventually.

-

on nights like these, you’re so lucky to have jisung as your next door neighbor. at this rate, you’re practically getting white girl wasted at every party. jisung’s always brought you home after these functions. 

maybe that’s why you like him so much. he’s so caring and kind towards everyone, not to mention he’s gorgeous and- wait. what are you even talking about? you don’t like him, you can’t. he’s your best friend, that’s all he’ll ever be.

that’s all you tell yourself as jisung drives you home. he always stays sober at parties, making sure he can drive you home after a hectic night. 

you get out of the car once you arrive home, stumbling all over the place. you’re glad jisung’s always there to hold you. 

he walks you into your home, making sure you’re safe before leaving.

“no! stay.”, you yell a little louder than you wanted to.

he chuckles at your eagerness. “just let me get changed, we can watch a movie yeah?”

you smile at him and let him get ready, stumbling your way to your room. you begin to wriggle out of your clothes, the material already riding up your thighs. 

you try to pull it up, but your arms are facing upwards in the air. you try to loosen it and wiggle around a little, but it won’t budge. 

shit. you’re stuck.

what’s even worse it that the sequins start scratching your face, and you are certain most have cut you. you can feel them digging into your skin, crying out in pain.

not too long after, jisung makes his way into your house. he calls out for you, “y/n? you ready yet?”

“ji! i need help”, you yell back.

he quickly makes it to your room and opens the door, “what’s wro- OH GOSH”. he quickly covers his eyes. 

“i’m stuck in my dress, i can’t get it off”, you whine, “i think the sequins are cutting me, please help”

he makes his way over to you, closing his eyes and pulling the dress off you. he didn’t want to freak you out, so he turned around and sat on your bed while he waited for you. 

you finish getting ready for the movie, wearing a simple t-shirt and some shorts. “i’m ready now”

he turned around, noticing your cuts instantly. he quickly runs to the bathroom and grabs a couple of bandaids. cleaning your arms up with a couple of alcohol wipes, he patches them up. 

“thank you sungieeee”, you beam at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. he didn’t want to admit what that nickname just did to him.

you both got up to go and watch a couple episodes of that one kdrama, bringing a bunch of snacks with you. late night binging was the best with jisung, he always knew how to entertain you for hours.

it was getting later into the night, and you could feel sleep knocking at your door. you really wanted to finish the episode, but you couldn’t keep yourself up long enough. 

jisung smiles at your sleeping figure, carefully taking the snacks from your hands and placing them on the table. 

he gets up to leave, but you stop him. youre subconsciously clinging onto his arm, preventing him from leaving. he doesn’t want to wake you, so he just lets sleep take over his body too. 

he couldn’t get over how domestic it seemed, maybe he did like you…

-

jisung woke up that day not only to you cuddling him, but to you entirely straddling him. he couldn’t get up, so he decided to wait till you woke up. your face was comfortably buried in his neck, and he hoped you couldn’t hear the erratic beating of his heart.

you slowly awake from your slumber to see jisung fast asleep. you examined his features, silently laughing to yourself at the way his cheeks puffed up with every breath. just then did you realize what you were doing.

embarrassed, you tried to get off jisung as quietly as possible, making sure not to wake him. after all, you didn’t want any awkward moments. you were hesitant to leave, his body was emitting some kind of warmth you had. never felt before, but you carefully got off and sat next to him.

jisung tried his best to keep the act up, he didn’t want you to be embarrassed, so he continued to “sleep” for a little while after you got up. 

while waiting for him, you start making breakfast. you quickly dump some rice in the pan and crack two eggs, when you hear footsteps behind you.

“good morning sleepyhead”, you teased. “morning…”

you were almost frozen in shock. you loved his voice the way it was, calming and soft, but something about his morning voice made your heart flutter.

you finish preparing breakfast and eat together. both of you play a couple matches of that new game and jisung leaves shortly after. you start to think back to this morning again, you’re glad he was still asleep. 

or so you thought.

-

“jeongin please what do i do?!” 

jisung was pacing his room. he’s never felt this way about someone before, and it seems that his feelings are only getting stronger.

“just tell her oh my gosh, it’s obvious she likes you back”

no. that can’t be. you’re just friends, right? you’ve never showed any different type of affection towards him. you couldn’t possibly like him, not the way he liked you.

“no jeongin, she doesn’t like me. not at all. not like that…”

jeongin frowned at him. it was difficult seeing his best friend like this, but it was also kind of funny watching his friend fall desperately in love.

“you both have heart eyes when you look at eachother, it makes me sick”

jisung stops in his tracks. “heart eyes…?”. his mind is too hazy to think right now. what if you truly don’t like him. should he even confess to you? would it be worth possibly ruining your friendship for?

“dude, you have to tell her. i know how you feel ji, you just need to tell her that. i’m sure she’ll understand, i can tell she really likes you.”

“well you don’t even know her- she’s different with me”, he pouts. 

“well i see the way she looks at you, and the smile on her face when she’s with you. her smile practically reaches her eyes when you hand her order to her. she doesn’t do that with me, ji”

jisung’s mind starts to run faster. ‘maybe she does like me’, ‘maybe shes just being friendly’, ‘she can’t possibly love someone like me’

“jeongin…”, he trails off.

jeongin sits jisung down and puts a hand on his shoulder. “hey, talk to me… what’s up?”

“jeongin i think im in love with her”

jeongin’s eyes widen. “you’re in love…?”

“i think so, i really do. i’m sorry im ranting about this because it’s super sappy but i genuinely think i love her. i love every single thing about her jeongin… she even has a special nickname for me!”

jeongin laughs at his comment. “awww how cute”, he teased. “shut up.”

jisung didn’t know how to confess. he really wanted to but he didn’t want to ruin those special saturdays he had with you. things would just be awkward. 

friends or lovers… he just wants you with him.

-

you’re spending yet another day after work in the coffee shop, trying your best to get things done but you’re too distracted. jisung’s off his shift but he’s still sat next to you with a book in his hands, waiting till you finish your work.

he sees jeongin playfully raising his eyebrows and responds to his teasing with a stern look. jeongin just laughs it off and continues working.

you can’t seem to focus on work, it’s getting too boring. instead, you’re busy staring at jisung’s face. the way his lips form a little pout when he’s focused on reading, his nose scrunching a little and eyes squinting as he tries to read the small text. 

it’s been difficult to admit it to yourself, but you’re starting to realize you feel different towards jisung. recently, you’ve been seeing him as something more than just a friend. you think you might really love him.

you know it’s not right, but it’s not like you can control your feelings like that. he’s so attentive with you, so caring and understanding, you’d be a fool to not love someone like him. you wondered if he felt the same way. probably not, you decided you wouldn’t feed your delusions with the thought.

you smile at him, examining his gorgeous features. jeongin’s looking at you, smiling to himself, but you don’t seem to notice.

you don’t think you could ever get bored of jisung.

-

you’re in bed, and you can’t seem to fall asleep. it’s almost four in the morning, but your mind is running. 

does jisung even love you back? there’s no way he wants someone like you right? you’re not even that special. you don’t even look or act anything like his type, you’re certain he just thinks of you as a friend.

your thoughts get worse, and you seem to be overthinking every single thing. you’re almost about to cry when you hear your phone blowing up. 

you check your phone ‘hannie <3’, it reads. what would jisung be texting you for at four in the morning?

hannie <3: jeongin i love y/n

hannie <3: like i actually do

hannie <3: im not even questioning it anymore, i actually love her

hannie <3: how can i even bring this up to her

hannie <3: fuck what do i do

hannie <3: wake up pls i need help

holy shit. jisung loves you back? and jeongin knew about it? you feel betrayed that jeongin didn’t hint at it, but you’re ecstatic.

jisung. loves. you. back.

it’s not all in your head. you’re not delusional. he loves you. and you love him.

y/n: well why don’t you just tell her?

hannie <3: oh thank god you’re up

hannie <3: how do i even tell her? i don’t know what to say

y/n: well, first off all, list some things off that you love about her

you’ll admit it’s really evil what you’re doing right now, but you can’t help it. this is your chance to get him back after the countless pranks he’s pulled on you. 

hannie <3: okay well i really like her eyes

hannie <3: and her lips look super super soft and so pretty

hannie <3: sorry that sounds really weird

hannie <3: and i really love her hands

hannie <3: they’re super warm

hannie <3: and holy shit her fucking voice

hannie <3: it’s so hot you don’t even understand 

hot? you didn’t really think anything about you was hot in any way. you took jisung’s word for it anyways.

y/n: then just tell her how you feel man, it shouldn’t be that hard

you add more attitude in your texts to make it seem believable. you’re surprised jisung hasn’t noticed that he’s texting the wrong person yet. you decide to finally drop the act.

y/n: just text her, tell her how you feel. it’s less heartbreaking that way if you get rejected because you don’t have to face her.

hannie <3: omg you’re so right, lemme text her rq

a moment of silence…

that moment turns into almost three minutes now

jisung’s panicking. his heart is beating a hundred times per second and he doesn’t know what to do. what if he creeped you out? what if you thought it was funny? what if you treated it like a joke? maybe that would be better… maybe he could just play it off. 

you quickly get out of bed. you feel terrible for doing that to jisung, but you still wanted him to have some closure. you don’t bother to change, you just brush your hair a bit and make your way to his door.

knocking on his door, you wait there for a couple seconds before you hear footsteps.

jisung checks through the peephole, his heart dropping to his stomach. he has to face you now, it’s inevitable. he’s preparing himself for rejection.

he slowly opens the door. “hey…”. he’s looking down, face red with embarrassment. he can’t seem to look at you.

“sungie…”

he jerks his head up at the usage of his favorite nickname. “hm?”

“can i come in?”

he opens the door a little more to let you inside. then closes it behind you. he turns around slowly, scared for the words you’re about to say.

instead, you don’t say anything. you pin him against the door, stealing his lips in an electrifying kiss. you weren’t thinking, but you let your emotions take over.

his muscles tensed under your touch, not yet used to this different sensation. he kisses you back with just as much desire, tongues clashing. butterflies erupt in your stomach, you were stupid to not confess before.

you slowly begin to pull away from him, foreheads still touching. you’re breathing heavily into his lips, and he’s looking at you with pure love in his eyes. 

“did we… really just do that?”, he asks breathlessly.

you nod quickly, thinking of what to say next. “i love you jisung. i love you so much you don’t even understand.” 

his knees wobble under him and he tries to think of a response. “i love you so much more, y/n”, he says, pulling you closer so that your chests are now touching. 

“i don’t think that’s possible, baby”

his eyes widen at the pet name, heart thumping louder in his chest. he hopes you can’t hear it.

he kisses you again, this time flipping you around and leading you to his bedroom. he pecks your lips again, then your cheeks, and starts trailing lower to your jaw. 

you tilt your head back to give jisung easier access, letting out soft gasps as he trails open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pushing you onto his bed. you put your hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“i love you so much y/n”, he whispered between kisses. he pulled down the collar of your shirt, placing kisses onto the exposed skin. the feeling is addicting, definitely something you could both get used to.

his hands trailed down to your waist, lifting up your shirt slightly. he looked up at you, as if to ask for permission, to which you nodded. 

jisung made love to you the rest of that night, holding your hand the entire time and bursting into adorable smiles and giggles every so often.

-

you walked into the cafe a day later and began working again like you always do. 

jisung was busy staring at you again, extremely pleased that he could stare at his girlfriend without the fear of getting caught. 

“jisung, holy shit”, a lump forms in jeongin’s throat as he notices something different about you.

jisung turns his head towards him, “what’s up?”

jeongin puts a hand on jisung’s shoulder, figuring how to word his next sentence so his best friend doesn’t start panicking again. “is that a hickey on y/n’s neck…”

jisung’s eyes widen and he starts to go bright red, staring at the the crimson colored splotches and bite marks adorning your neck. 

you get distracted staring at jisung again, who’s whispering something to jeongin. you quickly get back to work not too long after, when your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a loud yell.

“YOU GUYS DID WHAT?!”

<3