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- you were forced into your debate team but it came with Sunghoon

[wc: 11k ] Got carried away since i wrote this on a computer.

A/n: I don't really like this since i kinda rushed it to finish it. But my stories are planned out now.

Your mom wanted you to go to debate so bad. But you always denied it. Since you had anxiety and you couldn't speak out loud in front of people. But one day your mom decided you had to go. Which was stupid to you since you were 18 and you could make your own decisions. You tried to make her forget about it but she insisted you go.

And that's how you ended up in a room with 20 people in your school doing debate. You were scared shitless. You did not wanna talk to anyone or introduce yourself since you were new. Everyone looked at you when you walked in to the room which make your stomach turn. You scanned the room really quickly only to see everybody with a partner except this guy. Sunghoon was his name, you didn't know he went to debate because he was rather quiet in class like you. HE was the only person who didn't look at you when you walked. He was to busy typing away at his computer screen.

" Ah Y/n you're here" your debate coach said out load.

You just nodded not wanted say anything.

"Attention everyone!" Your teacher called out. Everyone looked up but Sunghoon. " Sunghoon that means you too" your teacher joked. With that he looked up. Now everyone directed their eyes to you. And you just stood there not knowing what to do.

" This is Y/n L/n she is out new debate student. I hope welcomes her here joyfully. Now Y/n introduce yourself." He all says with a smile.

Your heart dropped for second. This is one the things you didn't want to do. But just to get it over with you said," Hi my name is Y/n and yeah nice to meet you I guess" but when you said no one could here you. You spoke to low.

" She speaks to low how is she gonna be debate."

" She's no good"

There was many more things said about you from the other students, even laughter.

" Alright final thing, Who wants to be Y/n partner." He said.

Absolute crickets when he asks that. You were embarrassed. You wanted to cry because you in this place that you didn't even want to be in and no one likes you already.

" Fine Sunghoon you will be y/n's partner and teacher since you are the best." He exclaims.

When Sunghoon heard he looked annoyed as hell. His there was no expression on his face. He just looked cold.

"Go over there next to Sunghoon please." He told you as he pointed with his hand.

Sunghoon was sitting in the back by the wall. That's a seat you would since since its not around anyone. You walked slowly to the seat next to him. You took off your bag and coat then placed it on the back of your chair. You forgot your computer at home so you had to use a school computer which meant you had to long into ever thing.

Its been about 10 minutes sitting with Sunghoon and he hasn't said a thing to you. You just sat there in silence. Until you finally decided to say something. " Hey, are you gonna teach me?" you say lowly. He looked at you and sigh. " Y/n i don't even wanna teach, you don't even know how to say a word loudly. All your gonna do is hold me back. You just clueless." he says harshly, but lowly since no one could hear him. Then turned his head back to his screen.

When he said that was your breaking point. You felt the tear building up in your eyes. You turned away from him since he was sitting next to you but always in the front of you. The tears fell from your eyes. So wiped them quickly and walked out the room.

When you walked out the teacher called out your name. You were already out the class so you just told him your going to the bathroom. He nodded and then you quickly went to the bathroom. You opened the door and immediately went to the stalls. You cried and cried and cried. You were pretty sensitive but you never in front of anyone. So when you cried it all just came out. You thought about how your mom doesn't listen to you and how you cant be like everyone else. You decided to check the time. You were in the bathroom for 10 minutes already. You've been crying for 10 minutes straight. You finally got out the bathroom and went to the mirror. Your eyes were red as hell. It looked like you've been crying for an hour straight. But you weren't surprised by this because every time you cry they turn red. You just knew you had to wait a bit for the redness to go away.

-20 minutes later

You looked in the mirror and the redness was slightly gone. You didn't want to go in the room with slightly red eyes but you had to since you didn't want to get in trouble or something. so you headed to your class for debate.

You made it too the doorway and saw the coach. He looked at you confused on why you took so damn long. You knew you had to explain your self so you just waved him to come over. He came and stood there.

" Sorry I took so long it was an emergency, sorry" you said im your normal low tone.

" That's okay, I was worried for a second. But I have a question if you wanna be in debate you have to speak louder." he said.

" I know its just gonna take a while, sorry" you said.

" Stop apologizing Y/n everything is ok." He smiles.

You nodded and went inside the room. You wouldn't believe it but Sunghoon looked at you. You didn't like him right now at the moment because why the hell would he say that to you. You looked away from him and just went to you eat next you.

" Y/n hey i'm sorry for saying that to you i was just in a bad mood because i don't like working with people and i normally rather work alone. But for you i'll work with you and help you. Also i didn't mean to talk about your speech it just slipped out." He said to you looking uneasy.

You were stunned that he apologized so quickly to you. As well as everyone in the room. You guessed he never spoke to anyone really. Since you heard someone say, "Sunghoon is finally talking to someone." He was looking at you waiting on your response to what he said. It low key gave you butterflies but you turned to him so you could face him in his eyes and said, " It's okay i'm just a little sensitive." you said quickly looking back since your confidence went away.

" its not okay, i'm really sorry" he stated.

You smiled a little and told him,"its really okay don't worry i wasn't just crying that. I have a lot on my plate right now."

He nodded and started typing away again. This conversation was really something you never thought would happen. A silence washed over you guys but he was quick to cut that off.

" Y/n check your gmail i sent you my essay and the topic that we are working on." He told you.

" Ah ok"

You went to your gmail and saw Sunghoon's email. What really caught your eye was his profile picture it was picture of hello kitty. You never took him as the type to like such things. But your nit supposed judge a book by its cover. You clicked on the google doc and saw a bunch of writing. The topic was if the government should invest into renewable energy. You sighed and looked down. You knew nothing about this.

" Y/n whats wrong" Sunghoon asked you.

" Nothing." you say quickly.

At this time the coach finally said that it was time to go home. It was 6:10 pm. That was a bit for you. Everyone cheered and starting packing up. But then you heard the coach tell Sunghoon ton stay behind. You anted to be noisy so while everyone left you went with them but you said by the door.

Coach-" I thank you for being nice to her."

Sunghoon- " yeah im only doing for the deal so its no problem,"

Coach- " You should try to actually be friends with her."

Sunghoon - " Yeah no there isn't anything fun about her and i don't find her interesting."

Coach- " You're so bad"

Sunghoon - " i'll get going now bye"

You weren't entirely by the information that you just got. But it stung hearing what he had said about you. You were too slow to even run from the door fast enough so Sunghoon caught you, But you didn't care you just kept walking. You heard Sunghoon curse.

You were walking fast but that was cut short from Sunghoon going in front of you.

" What do you want?" you asked him in a normal tone not in a low since you were not around people.

"Oh so you can talk" He looks at you.

You rolled your eyes and tried to get around him but he just moved in front of you again.

"Hey what i said was just my act. i actually wanna be friends with you. I just keep a mysterious and nonchalant vibe a school. I promise you Y/n. Besides would I be talking to you if in didn't want to be friends with you. We aren't in school anyone." He said while moving out your way so you guys can walk home.

" I'll believe if you call off the deal and come over to my house ." you exclaim.

" Okay the deal was only to keep my captain spot anyway, so its ok. Also why do u want me to go home with you" he smirked while giving you a head tilt.

" It's not like that. I just want you to convince my mom that I've be doing well." You sigh.

" IS your mom making you do debate." He grabs his heartbeat while it broke.

" Yes, its not like i wanna talk to people and go against people." You replied.

" Now it all makes sense now." He laughs.

" Its funny i'll actually die from talking out loud its to much for me to handle hoon.

'Shit I gave him nickname, whats wrong with him' You thought.

"Y/ninne you have given a nickname already" he smiled, showing his fangs.

" Sorry, don't worry wont call you it again " you say , slightly embarrassed.

" Oh no its okay, in don't mind. That's my first time getting called a nickname from someone. So don't ever stop." he smiled.

" Ah ok" you nodded,

" Anyway what day do want me at your house?" He asks.

" Sunday, which is in days" You tell him.

" Babes i got you don't worry" He laughs.

'Why did he just call me babes? And why did i like it. I mean i did have a crush on him when saw for the first time, so the feelings are coming back." You thought.

Sunghoon noticed you were thinking and was probably thinking about what he said.

" Y/n did i cross the line with that?" he looks at you with his focused to examine any sigh of you lying.

" No hoon i just got caught off guard but you can call me anything, its really ok. " You reassured him.

" So if I called you baby, how would you feel about that" He joked with you.

You stopped and looked him. " I mean i would get used to it"

" So do you tell that to everybody, that they can call you anything. Because if you do i wont call you anything if you just have everyone calling baby, babes and many more." He tells you without a jokingly tone.

" No Sunghoon I don't. I don't have any friends and i wouldn't have everyone calling me baby and etc." You tell him with a laugh.

" Okay thennnn, also why did you stop?" he said tilting his head.

' damn he looks like a puppy right now' You said to your said to your self.

" Oh because i'm home" you smiled.

" Oh ok then, But one more thing. Lets be friends". Sunghoon told you.

You wanted to tease him so you said, " It is just because a deal?."

His smiled dropped. " No Y/n its not."

" Okay hoon we can be friends" you tell him.

" Yayyyyyy Y/ninne is my friend" He yelled. Then pulled you into a hug. He smelled really good, like really good. He whispered to you and told you that you were his first friend.

" Aw hoonie i'm delighted, and i could say the same. You are my first friend too now unhug me." You smiled.

"Fine but i want another tomorrow." He pouted.

" Okay hoon you will get a hug tomorrow." You told him.

" Babes give me your phone." He told you.

You got your phone out your pocket and gave it to him. He put his number in and his contact name. You were surprised by the name he put in. It was " Baby/hoonie".

" Whats up with you and baby?" you asked him.

" I don't know but if you don't like it you can change it" he told you with no emotion.

" Jeez no need to get defensive, I like it its cute just like you" You teased grabbing his cheek.

" You think i'm cute?" He grinned

" Anyway time to go" You told him quickly and going into your house.

' She thinks i'm cute" Sunghoon in head while smiling and going home.

- In Y/n's house

" Mom i'm home" You said loudly but all you got was silence in return. But you didn't mind you liked being home alone anyway. You went to your room and changed to comfy clothes. The time was 6:40 pm. You would be going in the shower at 8:00.

You sat on your bed thinking about interaction with Sunghoon. You guys clicked really well. Probably you guys had no friends. But he seems like he would be a nice friend to have or something even more. Who knows. You were cut off from your thoughts from Sunghoon himself. He texted you.

Sunghoon

- "Hey Y/ninnie i'm home"

- "wyd?

Y/n

" im just thinking about today"

baby/hoon

- " Aww your thinking about me

- " How cute of you baby"

You literally couldn't take him calling you that. It made you go crazy inside but in a good way.

Y/n

- " oh please i wouldn't think about in a million years"

- " but anyway do you live far from me?"

baby/hoon

- " No i only walked one blocked down and i was home"

- that's good because now i could bother you any day"

Y/n

- "anyway hoonie as much as i would continue this conversation I gotta take a shower"

baby/hoon

- " if you wanted to leave the conversation just say that."

- " anyway bye"

Y/n

- It's not like that i promise

- How how we call after i'm done with the shower?

baby/hoon

- Sure.

You figured taking earlier would be smarter so you could relax and speak to hoon.

- After the shower

You got clothes and put them on. And went on the bed. You almost forgot about Sunghoon. So You called him with out texting him. But he didn't answer. You called again and he didn't answer. You were a little disappointed but you were fine Since that's you get alone time.

You decided to look at Sunghoon's essay. You opened up your laptop and went to the google docs. And read the whole essay. Which took a damn long ass time. He knows how to write for sure. But you weren't surprised he was a nerd. He was literally the top student in all classes. He was the "quiet" nerd. Suddenly you got a call from Sunghoon. You smiled and let it ring. you wanted to see if he would call again and he did. Then you answered.

" Hi y/n" sunghoon said with a sleepy voice

" Y/n Sunghoon" You said.

" Wyd" he asked you,

" i was looking at you essay. I wasn't suprised because your so smart in class. You are a quiet nerd, how cute"

" I'm honored for you to say that, Thank you"

" No problem its just the facts." You say.

" Well what took you so look to answer when I called first?." You questioned him.

" Oh yeah sorry i was in the shower" he replied.

" So?" you told him

He paused for a brief moment and then said, " I like to have me time in the shower you know"

" Mk, Well i would like me time and go to sleep goodnight" you said.

" Y/n wa-" this he was cut off from me hanging up on him. You felt bad immediately after. So you texted him telling him that you were sorry and that you would make it up to him tomorrow.

z- Time [5:00 am]

- "y/n are you up?"

- " i guess not and you better make it up to me tomorrow"

Those are the text that you woke up too from Sunghoon. You were actually happy about your day today because you had something to look forward which was talking to Sunghoon.

You decided to wear a skirt that was short but not too short. Then a shirt (of your choice) and all you had to was your hair to(However you wanna style it). you always put this much effort into your appearance. But you wanted Sunghoon to look at you. You put on a sweet perfume and put cute shoes on. It took you 1 hour and 45 minutes to get ready. So it was 6:45 am.

You decided to text Sunghoon.

-I will make up too you dw

-but do you have any suggestion on how.

-Wake up so i can meet you at your house.

You close your phone and thought. You guys talked only yesterday and it feels like a months. You thought how didn't like hugs but now You liked hugs but now you do.

-1 hour later

You got a text from Sunghoon.

baby/hoon

-" good morning y/n"

-" I don't have any suggestions rn ;("

-" My address is ____"

-" You can come rn"

Y/n

-"okay Sunghoonie"

-At Sunghoon's house"

You pulled out your phone to call Sunghoon to tell him that you were in front of his house. But you got no answer. You called again but no answer again. You made a decision to knock on his door. It took a while but someone answered. It was a lady. She looked middle aged. Like she could be Sunghoon's mom.

" Who are you?" she asked softly.

".. I'm Sunghoon's friend Y/n" You told her.

"That's weird Sunghoon doesn't have friends" she told herself

" But that's nice that he finally made a new -" She said but was cut off by Sunghoon.

" Lacy who's at the door." He asked at the top off the steps.

'Lacy?, i guess that isn't his mom' You thought to yourself.

" Your new friend Y/n" She smiled.

" Oh tell I'll be right down, i just gotta get my bag" He said quickly before leaving.

" Did you hear him?" She asked you.

" Mhm" you nodded.

After a couple minutes he finally came down the stairs and went to he front door. He said bye to the woman and left with you.

You guys walked down the stoop and were finally heading to school.

" How was your sleep?" you asked him.

" It was okay i guess" he responded.

" Hey stop walking," you told and he stopped. Then you gave a hug on your tippy toes since you were ___ and he was 5'11. He hugged back and hugged back tighter.

' He must not get hugs at home or something. He might be touch starved.It's like i'm feeding him' You said in your head.

" come on lets get to school" You muffled in his clothes.

" sigh okay, but you still have to make up to me from last night" He reminded.

" But i still don't know what you want me to to" you told him.

" i have an idea but i have to wait until we get close" He said looking straight forward. " Okay then what ever it is i'll do it" you told him. He smiled but you didn't see.

-At school ( sorry for the time skips)

It didn't take to guys to walk to school. It only took 10 minutes to get to school but the time was cut short since Sunghoon's long ass legs. He were practically running to keep up with him. You were relieved when you made it to school because you could walk normal again.

You guys arrived at the gates and you saw some people staring at you like you were crazy.

" Sunghoon has anyone confessed to you?" You asked him straight up.

" Yeah, a lot actually but I always turn them down. Because they only do it because of my looks. No one has actually tried to be my friend." When he said the last part he looked at you and smiled.

" So i'm a target" you deadpanned.

" Babes you'll be fine trust me but you know we have to act like we aren't friends because of the image I maintain" he told you frowning.

" Oh... ok then, i'll see you at debate then" you say before attempting to run away. But Sunghoon grabbed you before you could.

" Y/n its not like I don't wanna talk to you. So don't think like that." He told you.

" But that's like then we are gonna be alone" you frown.

" We could meet up during lunch but in the gym closet, So we could be alone" he says.

" Okay then" you say defeated.

You liked having someone by your side. Someone to talk to regularly. Especially Sunghoon he made you smile and feel warm inside. But that all stopped when you guys departed . You went back to being the lonely Y/n. the quiet girl with no friends. It low key broke your heart but not for real. But you looked forward to the 3 classes you had with Sunghoon.

-

You walked into you first class. Which was ELA, You didn't hate ELA but you hates the time it took. It was Tuesday so that meant you had to give in your writing assignment. You didn't have to worry about that since you finished the day you got it.

The teacher went around the class to collect the paper and she got only half the classes papers back. The teacher sighed.

" You guys need to more like some people in the class. For example Y/n she always turns her work on time. She doesn't get in trouble or is disrespectful." The teacher told the class. The class laughed at what she said. at that point you wanted to dig yourself in a hole and disappear.

" She doesn't even talk so half of the things you said she isn't even capable of doing" someone said.

" You guys give me no choice but to show everyone's grades" She told the class. Everybody went quiet.

Your teacher went to the front class and sat at her desk. She see typed on her computer and then connected it on the Promethean board. It showed who had the best grades down to had the worst.

Sunghoon was 1st. you smiled seeing his name. You loves that he kept up with his grades.

The second person was me that had the highest score. You smiled to yourself being proud. As the list went down you saw that the one that the comment about you had the had the lowest score in the whole grade. Everybody looked at her and looked back. No one really cared since she was popular so no one would bad mouth her.

As the list finished it was time to pack up to go to the next class. You walked to the next class. But while you were walking into the next class you bumped into Sunghoon. You thought he would laugh are something but he kept his cold face and continued walking. It kinda made your mood go down. But you kinda understood why he was doing it. You followed behind him and went to the seat next to him.

It was single seats so no one would think anyone thing. When you sat there Sunghoon glanced at you but quickly turned back. But you didn't catch it.

-

The teacher said how you guys would be watching a movie called Hidden Figures. You watched that movie already there was no need to pay attention to it. As the teacher set the movie up, you got a text from Sunghoon. You sighed loudly so he could hear and when he did he looked at you. You didn't open the text when you got it because you wanted him to think you were made at him. Then you got another text from him. Then up opened it.

baby/hoon

-i'm sorry for bumping to you

-I hate acting like this with you

-i'm sorry y/n

y/n

-its okay.

You replied to him. You looked at him but he was already looking at you. You analyzed his faced and saw his moles which you thought were so cute.

He said," i'm sorry" out loud which surprised you a bit. You nodded and looked at the screen with the movie. After a while you saw Sunghoon looking a the screen. You looked at him and saw his sharp ass jaw line. His side profile was immaculate. You wanted to touch him. Just a simple touch from him.

You texted him and told him to move his desk over. It took him a while to take his phone out and look at the text but eventually he did it. He looked at confused but he did it.

You made a gesture for him to take his hand out and he did. When he did you made you guy's hand touch together. You put his hand in yours and placed it in his lap. You looked straight ahead so you didn't have to face Sunghoon. You looked forward the whole time you didn't you didn't see Sunghoon looking at you the whole time. He didn't complain since the lights were off and you guys were in the back of the room . And you guys were invisible since you guys never talked to anyone. You guys stayed in this position until class was over. It was very comfortable for you but you didn't know how Sunghoon felt about it since you guys never said anything this whole time. The only thing that came out was a small gasp when guys touched hands.

"Y/n" Sunghoon whispered to you.

You looked at him with confusion.

"Unhand me" he mocked you.

You looked down and saw that you were still holding on his hand.

"oh sorry" you said lowly. You let go and gathered your stuff to walk out. On your way out you heard Sunghoon whispered," don't forget about the gym."

-Lunch time

You walked to the gym and went to the gym closet. Surprisingly no one was there to see you. You opened the closet hoping that Sunghoon was already there. Luckily he was.

" Y/ninne you came" Sunghoon said joyfully. He ran to you and engulfed you into a hug.

" i missed you y/n and i know we only know each other from a day but i feel like we click" he told you as you guys were in the hug.

" I feel the same way hoonie" you told him as you pulled away.

" Also Y/n we have are gonna have practice debate today so you'll see me talk all day today and work my magic." He smiled.

" Do you go alone or you have a partner?" You asked him.

" I go alone, remember i told you i rather work alone." He told you.

You nodded your head. " But what about me, do you not wanna work with me?" you pouted.

" To be honest no, but that's only because your new" he said while putting his arm on your shoulder.

" Okayy then" you say.

" I have something to confess Y/n" Sunghoon says very low almost like he didn't want you to hear him.

" what is it?"

" I like feeling your touch" He spited out quickly.

You decided to mess with him and stay silent. He turned around in embarrassment and stood alone. You walked behind him and told him, " I feel the same way."

But he still stood in silence. You felt weird like you said something wrong. Until he turns around and looked at you.

" Why would you do that?" he said while coming close to you.

" Do what?"

" Take so long to answer?'" he said while backing you into a wall.

' what the hell is he doing. I'm going to die. My knees are getting weak and my heart is beating. Y/n get it together.' You told yourself.

" Because i wanted to mess with you" You said. At this point your back was against the gym wall and Sunghoon was up against you.

He close to your ear and said, " what If i wanted to mess with you?" He backed up a bit to look you in the eye.

you were loss for words. So you decided to play his game. This time you went close to him and told him, " you could mess with me anyway you want." Him hearing that he back up and looked at you in shock.

You could see his cheeks getting pink.

" Aw baby are flustered right now?" You teased him.

" Y/n t-time we gotta go. Lets go" Sunghoon said to change the subject. You laughed and went with him out the closet.

-Debate club

You entered the debate room and sat your seat from yesterday. The coach greeted you on your way in and then waited everyone else to answer.

After some time Sunghoon entered the room. when he came in he made eye contact with you then went to the debate coach.

They stepped out for a couple of minutes and then came back in. Sunghoon speed walked to his seat and took out his computer.

" Y/ninne i called of the deal" he said.

" You get to stay the captain right?" you asked him.

He nodded but that's when the coach called out for everyone's attention.

" Today will be a practice debate so i hope everyone is ready to see Sunghoon and Hana go against each other.

Everyone made some noise about that so you decided to ask Sunghoon what's up about that.

" why is everyone making noise about that?"

" Because Hana is one of the best in the class she's so good" He smiled.

' Why is he smiling while thinking about her. Damn maybe he likes her because of her debate skills. She isn't ugly either.' you thought to yourself. Your facials dropped for a second thinking and the went to a fake smile.

" Nice" you said while turning your head forward to your computer screen. You were jealous. You didn't like that you were but you couldn't help it.

" Y/n whats wrong" Sunghoon asked you. He was analyzing your face again.

" Nothing" You told him.

" What ever you say babes"

After that no words were shared . Sunghoon was focusing on his essay and revising the essay that he has for the practice debate. You were looking at him focus and saw that he mouthed a curse. You died from that. Sunghoon cursing was your favorite thing to hear.

'-

" Everyone it is time for practice debate" the coach called out.

Sunghoon looked up from the coaches response and started packing his stuff up to go to the front

" Good luck hoonie" You told him.

" Thanks baby" He said.

He went over to the table and sat his stuff down. He met eyes with Hana and he smiled.

' Why did he smile at her. Omg she's gonna be the death of me' You thought in your head.

Hana had smiled back at him and then they took their seats.

" Sunghoon pro and Hana on con" the coach told them.

Sunghoon went first with his essay and said his case."Good afternoon judge, and fellow debaters. My name is Park Sunghoon and I will be debating on the pro side of the resolution. Renewable energy technologies have gained position as a critical solution to address climate change, enhance energy accessibility, and promote sustainable economic growth. Government investment in these technologies plays a key role in accelerating their adoption." (summary of this whole essay)

While all of this was happening Hana was looking at him intensely and taking down notes. You were gonna question why she was looking at him so hard but you guess was apart of the whole thing.

Then Hana went .

Good morning judge, and fellow debaters. My name is Lee Hana and I, will be debating on the con side of the resolution. Renewable energy technologies have gained position as a critical solution to address climate change but renewable energy comes with challenges such as taxpayer burden, reliability issues, and manufacturing. (summary of her essay)

Then while Hana spoke Sunghoon looked at her while taking notes. HE wrote them pretty fast.

' He looks so good right now. I want him to look at me like that.' you thought.

You were literally staring at Sunghoon so hard that he could feel it. He glanced at you and smiled a bit.

You had a plan that you wanted make it seem like you were mad at Sunghoon for looking at another girl.

But then Hana finished at her 4 minute mark. Now it was time for the crossfire. That's when they ask each other questions. Sunghoon went first and fired a question a her. Hana answered quickly looking confident. Then Sunghoon get asked a question by Hana. He answered very fastly. They definitely did research on the topic. Then Hana got tripped by Sunghoon's question;"How do renewable energy subsidies and incentives effect the economy and taxpayers, and are they sustainable in the long run?" she couldn't answer the question so he said,"How can you argue against me and don't know what the bad things are. You don't have any evidence right now" Then the timer went off. Hana looked defeated by getting tripped up by his question.

Sunghoon looked at you and smiled again. You smiled back at him and put your thumbs up.

Now it was the rebuttal. That's basically when they go against each others arguments on why they are wrong.

-That took about 8 minutes when they both went. They both had good points But Sunghoon shot had her like he knew what she was gonna say already.

-Now it was the summary. They wrapped up their important points

-Then it was the grand crossfire. They ask their final questions about the topic to trip someone up. Sunghoon had got tripped but bounced but from Hana's question. He looked so down from it, like he was disappointing in him self. His thick eye brows were rested as well as his eyes and mouth. But then he looked at you and his face went his another smile. You mouthed an it's okay to him. He nodded his head and gathered his things for the final focus.

-They talked about why they should win. But the only thing that was different was that Sunghoon had pointed out what Hana did wrong.

-Now they were done.

" Now everyone cast their votes" The coach said.

" People who votes for the pro side put your hand up" You put your hand as well as majority of the class.

" Well there is no need for the the con side since the pro side won already clearly form the number of hands." The coach joked.

Sunghoon gathered hia stuff and walked over to you confidently.

" You did a amazing job but of you are going to be looking at other girls like that don't call me any nick names." You said mocking him from yesterday.

HE scoffed and said, " sweets its apart of the debate i only look at her so intensely so i can know what she says clearly.

" Well is smiling apart of debate? " you argued back.

" It's not but i decided to do to look nice."

" sure" you deadpanned.

His next move shocked you. He hugged you in front of everyone. That was a big deal since Sunghoon was known for not talking to anyone. Everyone looked at you guys and started talking.

"Hoon what are you doing?" you queysion him.

" I'm showing you that giving her smile was nothing and that you are more bigger than her, now lets go" he told you.

You grabbed your stuff and walked out with him.

You guys were outside and it was already dark. Which was nice since you love the way it looked.

-You guys stopped at the park in front of your house to sit on the benches.

" So y/n I know we just started talk and all but i Can't wait any longer." Sunghoon said as he stopped walking.

" What's up hoonie?" you ask him not thinking about it except what can't he wait for.

HE let out a sigh before saying," I wanna take you out."

You froze. You were in shock. You didn't think he would ask you out since he's way outta your league. Not knowing how your face looked you just assumed it was normal. But Sunghoon thought different.

" I have always had my eyes on you even before talking to you actually. You were really the only thing that distracted me from working. Like in class I would look at you and get distracted from your face. So when I saw you were in debate and i had to work with you i was very anxious that you would mess with me focus. Thats the truth and you better respond within 10 seconds or i'll regret this whole confession."

You were very taken by this confession. But did you hate it no. You liked Sunghoon so this was a great thing. You were just surprised that he liked you. You Y/N, You never thought you great looking or anything just mid. Finally you answered him and told him that, " I would like to go with him and that I felt the same way. I have liked you before but I didn't think anything would anything would happen."

" Well i'm glad you feel the same way. I just want you to know the date is tomorrow." He smiled showing his fangs.

" Okay hoonie" you smiled back at him. " You have a really pretty smile." you told him.

" Aw thanks y/ninnie I appreciate that a lot, You are the reason i smile a lot" He said while looking at you intensly.

" R-really that's nice to hear" You reply back to him. "fuck" you muttered at yourself for stuttered. Sunghoon smirked still looking at you in the eyes. But it was to much for you so your broke eye contact.

" Y/n can I get a kiss?" Sunghoon asked you confidently. He was probably so confident since you liked him back.' But what about my mental health'. You thought. Your heartbeat was uneasy at this whole thing. You wanted to give him that kiss. and you were.

Since he didn't specify where he wanted the kiss you gave him on his neck. When you did it you smelt his scent. Which was a husky but sweet. You some how "accidentally" suck on his skin a bit. He let out a small sound but you didn't point it out when you backed away. He looked so usable. HE was looking at you like wanted more but was containing himself.

" Sunghoon are you all right" you teased.

" Yes i'm alright but i'm just embarrassed." He laughed of the embarrassment.

" From what.. that whimper?" You laughed.

" Y/n it's time for bed... look at the time" he blurted out.

" It's only 7 pm" you raised your eyebrow.

He stayed quiet. " I guess your not confident anymore." You smirked. And with that he kissed you on the same spot that you kissed him on. But the only difference was he made sure to suck on it longer than you. In the mist of you called out his name softly. He answered back to you but you didn't say anything. You were trying to stay quiet since he was still sucking on your neck. He called your name against your skin. "Y/n?" with concern. You had no choice but to answer.

" hmm?"

" You okay?"

" mhm"

" Use your words"

' USE MY WORDS WTF. HE's DRIVING ME CRAZY'You yelled in your head.

" I'm okay hoon" you said lowly.

" I'm almost done" he said breathing on your skin. Then he went back to suck on it.

Now it started hurting Since hes been doing for a while now. You gripped on his pants too signal that it started hurting. But Sunghoon didn't take the hint.

" It hurts" you say.

As soon as you said that he pulled away. He looked at your neck and smiled.

" sorry i got a little carried away" he said while touching that back of his neck.

" A little?" You question.

" Yes a little, i could've kissed you on the lips you know" he argument jokingly.

" Sure but that wouldn't be fair" You say back." But I liked it, i liked everything" You tell him.

" yeah me too" he agrees.

" I guess i really have to go to home now" you pout.

" yeah, but we have the tomorrow so we can use all of our feelings tomorrow"he says joyfully.

"Also we are so lucky no one was in the park today" you say with relief.

" Yeah, so lets go" he tells you.

You guys got up and walked to your house. You kissed good bye then you went into your house.

Your mom wasn't home again but you figured she went away for a business trip again and didn't tell you.

-You took a shower and went in the bed. When you looked in the mirror you saw a small but purple hickey on your neck. You liked it because Sunghoon gave it to you.

You wanted to be prepared for anything that could happen tomorrow so you decided to watch some porn videos to know what to do. You watch one about blow jobs.

-To you it looked enjoy to do with Sunghoon. The way he would look if he had his dick in your mouth.The way he would sound. You wondered if he would whimper or groan. You hoped he'd whimper like he did earlier.

Then you watched some on making out.

-You watched how the girl was on top and didn't forget to grind on the guys cock. You figured you'd learn how to kiss on your own Since that would just come naturally.

Your last video you watched was girls giving guys a handy.

-You saw how the the wrapped around the guys cock and how the guys felt. You nodded to pay attention to the tip sometimes. Or that you could use both hands.

Now you were done with your research. You were so ready to spend time with Sunghoon. You guys had all the time in the world since tomorrow was Saturday. You didn't know what he had in store for you guys. Which made you excited.

You sudennly you got a text from Sunghoon.

baby/hoon

-do you like scary movies?

Y/n

-Yes i love them

baby/hoon

-Well good night sweets

-Can't wait for tomorrow!

Y/n

-Me neither

-good night hoonie

And with that you turned off your phone and went to bed.

Morning

You woke early in the morning to get ready. You went in the shower and shaved and exfoliated. Your skin was smooth like a baby's bottom. you moisturized your body with baby oil then a body milk that smells good.

You decided to go for an outfit that classy but also cute BUT also scandalous. So you decided A black skirt that stopped right under your butt. Technically it was short but the way it was put together it didn't short.To top the skirt off you put on black sheer tights on. Then for your top you put on black fitted long-sleeve shirt. For your shoes you chose some Mary Jane shoes so you could be comfortable.Lastly for jewelry you put (whatever you want as well as your hair)

Just as you finished your last topping of getting ready you got a text from Sunghoon himself.

baby/hoon

-Picking you up at 1

-Can't wait too see you pretty

Y/n

-Okay hoonie

-i can't wait to see you neither.

You looked at the time and saw that it was 12:45. Luckily for you you were done getting ready. You felt nervous for your first date.

' Hopefully i look well enough for him.' You thought on your coach wait for time to pass by. which it did pretty fast. Next thing you knew Sunghoon texted you and told you he was outside.

You walked outside and saw Sunghoons outfit. He was in Grey pants with and Timberland's for his bottom half and for the tap he had on black shirt on with a leather jacket. As well has his glasses that fit his face perfectly. You also saw him in front of a car. You didn't know he could drive.

You were stunned by his appearance. HE looked so yummy to the eyes. You saw that he had (favorite flower) in his hand and those were your favorite. He looked shocked from your outfit. You walked over to him and greeted him.

" Hi sunghoon, you look amazing"

" Baby i could say the for you. You look even better. Maybe i should change?" He questioned.

"No you look great and we are matching just fine." You told him.

" Here are your flowers" Sunghoon smiled showing his fangs.

"Aw thanks hoon, I love them"

He smiled and said," what do i get in return." he said pointing his cheek.

" Oh you must really want one" you tease as you want to his face and kissed his cheek.

" Okay let's go sweets" He told you as he held the car door open for you. You made your way in the car and Sunghoon put your seat belt on. Then he closed the door.

To be quite honest all you were thinking about was sucking his dick. You didn't even notice Sunghoon get back into the care until the closed shut. you snapped back to reality.

" Y/n Are you ready?" Sunghoon asked you.

" Yes baby I am" you told him. You put your hand on his thigh and started caressing it it as a joke.

" Sunghoon you know you are my baby girl?" You ask him raising your eyebrow.

" Yeah i know I am no need to remind me" He joked back.

" Now let your baby girl drive in peace because you hand is distracting me" he told you.

you pouted before removing your hand from his thigh. He started driving as soon as you did that. The GPA said 30 minutes.

" Sunghoon what type of music do you listen too?" you asked him.

" ooh i listen to k pop, i really like the group ENHYPEN" he answered.

" What's your favorite song by them?" you asked.

And that how the yap session started. You guys started talking about everything not even realizing that the time was going by.

-At the restaurant.

" We are here BabY" Sunghoon told you.

" Yayyy I'm so excited" you told him.

He smiled you before getting out the care and unbuckling your seat belt.

" Hoon you know you don't have to do that" You whined.

" I know but i want to" he said smiling.

" Now come one lets go" He told you.

You got out the car and closed the door as Sunghoon got Something from the back. You waited for him to finish getting whatever he was getting so you guys could walk into the building the together. He came to you and grabbed your hand then guided you to the front pf the building.

You guys made it to the front and what you saw was K pot. You have literally always wanted to try it. That must be why it took s long to get here.

" Y/n do you like what i have so far?" Sunghoon asked you observing your face to see if you were lying.

" I love it don't worry hoon, I've actually been wanting to try it. Are you sure you didn't stalk me before this?" You asked him.

He stayed quiet. The lady finally came to front desk for you guys.

" Reservation for 2:00 pm, Sunghoon Park" he said to her.

The lady was starting eyeing him down. She must've been blow away by his visuals but can you blame her. NO. But you did blame her for flirting with him when you were literally right there.

" Okay hoon just follow me over her." She said with a flirty tone.

' HOON who does this girl think she is?' You frowned. Sunghoon looked at you and saw you frowning. During this whole interaction with the girl he kept a straight face. Sunghoon looked at you and saw you frowning.

" Don't worry baby I'm yours" He told you in your ear.

" I know but like i'm right here and she called you by your nickname" You protested back.

" Don't I'll make it up to you later" He smiled. You didn't know what he meant by that since his smile was to nice to mean something dirty or bad. You nodded and continued following the girl. She sat you guys at a table in the back. Which was nice since people weren't there. You guys sat down and got comfortable. Then started looking at menu.

(sunghoon is pink)

" waaa everything sounds really good"

" I'll order the things I know what is good"

" Okayy I'll trust you with the food.

Sooner or later the girl came back to take you guys order.

" Have you made your choices?" She smiled while looking at sunghoon.

' Well just forget about me' You thought.

" Yeah I would like _____________ and she would like the same as well."

" Also there is a thing that couples get a discount.. so are you guys a couple." She questioned.

' I've never no shit like that. She just wants to be noisy.' You cursed in your head.

"Yes we are" you told her this time. Her whole attitude changed from hearing this. Her facial expressions dropped down. She rolled her eyes at you and then looked back at Sunghoon Like she was in shock we were dating/on a date.

" okay I'll be back." She said with an attitude

" Hoonie i don't even wanna call you Hoon anymore." You frowned.

" What why!?" He pouted.

" Because she called you it."

He turned his head and wiped his eyes. Was he really crying or was he just playing.

" Sunghoon turn around i was joking" you whined. You tugged on his shoulder to turn around but he didn't budge. You heard sniffles coming from him.

" Sung turn around please." You asked him softly.

He turnt around and started laughing. But his eyes were a little . You decided to ask him about later so you didn't ruin the mood. So you just kissed him on his cheek.

" Y/n did you really mean that?" he asked you.

" No silly i was just joking" you laughed.

" Oh ok good" he smiled.

-

The food came with the food and not the girl finally. You made memories. . Now it's the drive back home. I'm sorry for the time skip:(

-

" Y/n do you wanna go home or come with me?" Hoon asked you.

" Yours" you answered quickly.

" Someones excited." he teased. "Well what do you wanna do watch a scay movie?"

" Mhm I'd like that" you replied back. You wondered if Sunghoon would do something to you while the movie and you wanted him too. But you didn't bring it up. But you remembered what you were supposed to bring up.

" Hoonie were you really crying from earlier?"

" Mhm I was but only because i didn't want you to take away my first nickname. I like that you gave it to me. "

" Aw baby i didn't mean to make you cry, i can make it up you." You told him.

" How?' He raised an eyebrow.

" you'll see" You said.

" Well until i see can i sing for you?" He asked you shyly.

" You can sing!?, but Yes you can you can sing for me" You told him. you didn't known he could sing. His voice was probably heaven.

" I'll sing a song from ENHYPEN., It'll be in Korean though" he told you.

"it's like a Polaroid love 사랑 촌스런 그 감정 근데 내 가슴이 뛰어 왜 나 이래 나? (야)왜 사랑에 목 매는 건지? 어차피 뻔한 감정이잖아 분명 다 안다 믿었지 알고도 빠진 함정인가 봐....." He sung to you.

He sounded like an angel. Even tho you didn't know what he was saying.

" Sunghoon you sounded like you came from heaven" You told in surprise.

" Thanks baby, I appreciate it a lot" He smiled.

Some time later

You guys made it into the driveway of Sunghoon's house.

" Y/n we are here come on hurry I have to use the bathroom" he urgently said.

You unbuckled your seat belt and got out the car following Sunghoon. He opened the door to his house and welcome you in.

" Wait right here I'll use the the bathroom on the first floor to give you a proper tour." he hurried the last to and speed walked to the bathroom.

You on the other hand was freaking out about what could happen. After some time sunghoon came out the bathroom.

“Okay y/n are your ready for the tour?” He teased.

“Yes Hoonie”

“ I’ll take you up stairs come one” he gestured you to follow him. You walked up the stairs and then he stopped. “ Y/n this is the bathroom on the second floor okay” he dragged out the okay.

“ okay hoon”

“ Now let’s go to my room” he smiled.

You guys walked down a long hallway and the door opened. His room was very spacious. He had a king sized bed and he still had many space. It was clean and filled with colors like grey, navy blue and white.

“ your room is cute and clean ” you told him.

“ was it not supposed to be clean?” He looked offended.

“ no it’s just that my room is a bit messy” you laughed off.

“ Oh okay y/n because I am always clean. I hate messy things but for you I can tolerate messy things” he smirked.

“ Sit down y/ninne” he told you.

“ okayy”

“ put this on”

“ what is it?”

“ matching pjs”

“ That’s so cute”

“ I’ll post it on my instagram”

“ you have instagram?” You were surprised that he posted on insta.

“ Yeah I’m pretty famous on it but most of everybody on there is just people who I thought I was good looking.” He laughed.

“ So you have hoes” you muttered under your breath.

“ what did you say y/n” he questioned.

“ nothing” you said rather fast.

“ Wanna see it?”

“ of course I wanna see it”

He took out his phone and opened instagram. You put out your hand so he could give you the phone. And he did. You immediately looked too see his following. Sunghoon had 50k followers!

“ SUNGHOON HOW DO YOU HAVE 50K?”

“ Ugh I don’t know” he shrugged.

“ let’s see your posts” you said out loud.

“ Mhm and this is why. You look like a hot CEO. Like a wattpad character” you told him in aw. He blushed but remained his cool.

“ Thanks again, you always compliment me.” He says.

“ You deserve the praise baby” you said as you kissed him.

“ well I’m done looking at your phone. Can we change now?”

“ mhm you can go in my bathroom and I’ll change here” he told you.

You walked to his bathroom that you didn’t even spot in the beginning. You took off your shirt and skirt and replaced them with the pjs. You looked at your self in the mirror and gave yourself a thumbs up.

You opened the door to see Sunghoon taking off his shirt . He didn’t see you since his shirt was over his face. You quickly close the door not wanting to invade his privacy. You waited a few more minutes before opening the door and he was done.

You walked over to the bed and sat next to him.

“ Y/n you look so cute” he said with happiness. he hugged you but quick let go.

“ thanks Hoonie you do too” you game him a compliment back.

“ Do I’ll put the movie on and then we gotta do something.” He said.

“ Okay hoonie”

“ What do you wanna watch baby?”

“ You could just put Anna belle”

“ Are you sure?”

“ yes of course”

You did that because you have watched the horror movie a million of times. So if you guys got somehow got “distracted” you wouldn’t care about the movie.

“ okay so are you willing to take a picture with me for my story?” He asked you.

“ Yes of course what pose ?” you smiled.

“ Okay so basically you have to sit on my lap facing me and then I snap a picture” he said shyly.

“ Okay anything for Hoonie” you told him getting ready to get on his lap.

“ Wait Y/n are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you to make sure you actually wanted this.

“ Yes Hoonie I do” you reassured him.

You went on his lap and sat comfortably on it. He snapped a picture with your face in it.

“ Y/n I’m just joking with you but this picture is for me and the next pose is for me.” He smiled at you.

“ Hoonie can I get a pic for me too?” You asked h.

“ Mhm”

You grabbed your phone and snapped a picture of you on his lap while kissing him on the neck.

“ Perfect” you said while looking at the picture.

“ Okay time for the real picture” he said.

“ what are you gonna have me on my knees with your thing in my mouth for it now?” You blurted out without thinking.

“ Ah y/ninnie as much as I would like that no. Just do a hand pose and then that’s it.” He smirked.

“ can’t we make it happen ?” You asked him slightly rocking on his crotch area. He made a tiny groan sound from it but he remained calm.

“ Y/n are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you observing like he had all the the other times.

“ yes baby I want this, I want you,” you said coming close to his ear.

He grabbed your butt and started guiding it for his pleasure but also making sure you got yours. The pace was nice and slow. You were actually going crazy inside. From this touch and from the sounds coming from Sunghoons mouth. He was letting out whine from you kissing his neck and sucking on it. Then you felt it Sunghoons bulge from under you. You didn’t know what to do so you just kissed him. He kissed back lazily. He was so loose under you like you were in control. You had no problem with that.

You pulled back and looked at him. He looked fucked out and he hasn’t even fucked. You looked at him and then palmed him. Fuck he wasn’t expecting you to do that. He dropped his head and let out a Moan from his mouth.

“ Can I take care of this?” You asked him.

“ mhm “ he whined.

You pulled down his pants along with his underwear. His cock springed free. This was the first time you ever saw a cock before in real life. You weren’t scared or anything just nervous about how you would fit in into your mouth. It was long and just the nice size. It looked like a porno. Your thoughts spring wild you were wondering why you thought it looked like a porno.

This whole time think you were looking at Sunghoons cock. So that caused Sunghoon to call out for you?

“ baby are you okay?” He said sounding breathy.

“ mhm sorry” you reassured him.

Next thing you knew it you wrapped your hand around his cock and started pumping it up and down.

“ Y/n fuck~” he moaned.

His sound made you wetter than you already were. You’ve been horny since the moment you got on his lap. But All you could worry about was giving Sunghoon pleasure.

You went started going to a slower pace to tease him and he whined at you. He even pouted at you when he did it. He was so weak under you. You replaced your hand with your mouth and that’s when Sunghoon really losed it. Not even a second later Sunghoon spoke to you.

“ Ah y/n it’s to much” Sunghoon told you.

You came up with a pop and asked him, “ Hoonie do you want me to stop?” Tilting your head to the side.

“ No please please continue.” He said weakly. You went back down and put his hard cock in your mouth. You went down slowly trying to adjust to having his length in his mouth.

You guessed Sunghoon had enough with your pace and wanted things to be his way. He grabbed your hair and started pushing your head up and down. Being careful not to hurt you. You decided that now that he was in control you could touch your self.

You dipped you hand into your underwear and started circling your clit. You have never been this wet before. Your pace was fast trying to get off as fast as possible so you let out moans which vibrated to sunghoons cock. Which made him moan even more.

“ c-cum y/n I’m” Sunghoon said brokenly. Poor guy couldn’t even say it right. After two more head bops he pulled your head off of his cock and came. You didn’t know what to look at, His face he made when he came or him cumming.” So you just chose the face he made since that would’ve been more memorable. You reached your orgasm the same time he which was perfect.

“ Y/n you are so perfect” he laughed.

“ I know I am, no I’m joking but Hoonie I never took you as a submissive type what’s up with that?” you teased him by playing with his cock head that still head cum on it. You didn’t stop until he said something.

“ y-y/n stop I’m s-sensitive” he whimpered.

“ Hoonie that’s not an answer”

“ u-um you are the r-reason I just want you to ruin me” he struggled to get out but eventually he did. Then you stopped playing with his tip.

“ Y/n I didn’t take as a dominant type either” he laughed.

“ it was very enjoyable I got to hear and give you pleasure” you told him.

“ Can I pleasure you now?”

“ No it’s all taken care of” you laughed.

“ what do you mean” Sunghoon whined.

“ I started touching myself when you took control” you spilled out.

“ I wanted to give you pleasure” he whined.

“ I’m sorry but I was so wet I just had to” you whined back.

“ don’t worry there will be a next time” he told you.

“ so what are we” you asked him.

“ y/n do you really need to ask that we are husband and wife” he joked.

“ but for real we are together now and by the at I got that picture of you sucking me off.” He laughed

" Well I guess going to debate has its reward" You joked.

- end

A/n: I JUST TYPED WHATEVER CAME TO MIND CONSIDER THIS MY FIRST STORY sorry if it sucked.

making a Ni-ki story which won’t have any thing over the top ( talking about smut) just regular things I guess. It will be similar to my Hyunjin insecurities story. I wanna make a series for him so bad but I don’t have any ideas. Hint give me ideas.

i have a feeling that someone in stray kids is dating. ain't no way they don't!

I’m doing everything but writing my ni-ki story..

I wanna right vampire sunghoon❓but my writing skills are not that good. But ima still writing it

PS• Crying

“Y/n you’re working late again right?” Your roomie sunghoon asks you.

You found that suspicious. Was he planning to someone over you thought. But who were you to care it’s not like you guys were dating …. Yet.

“ yup, why?” You say

“ no reason” he responds blandly.

“ okay then bye hoon” you waved before leaving the apartment.

- at work

“ Hey can someone cover for me today?, I promise I will return the favor”

“ of course y/n but what time do you plan on leaving work early?” Your dear friend tomoya ask you. As you thought, you decided 12 would be a good time since sunghoon would still be up.

“ 12:00am”

“ mk y/ninne”

Your brain was still stuck in the fact that sunghoon has double checked if you were gonna be home the next morning.

You worked while continuously looking at the clock. You were a bit worried to see what you would found out. A part of you wanted to hear something you shouldn’t. Which was sunghoon palming himself. You mentally slapped yourself for thinking like that. ‘ Get your head out of the damn gutter’ you told yourself. There could be something more important than that.

-

As time went by 12:00am hit. You packed your stuff up and waved moya(tomoya) goodbye. Then walked home.

When you arrived at your building stopped before going in. You don’t know exactly why but you felt like you were gonna interrupt whatever sunghoon was doing.

You went in through the main entrance and walked to the elevators. You pressed the button and waited for it to come down. Which didn’t take long, Since you only had 4 floors in your building. The elevator opened. You went inside and pressed the button 4.

The door soon slided opened and then you walked to your door. You got your key from your bag and put it into the door then opened it.

You went into your home silently has possible but that didn’t matter since sunghoon was still in the same spot ehen you left which was in the living couch.

You immediately saw sunghoon with his feet up to his chest and his head resting on his knees. You heard sniffling sounds comming from him.

Out of nowhere he spoke.

“ I thought you were coming home in the morning” he said.

“ well good thing I didn’t” you said softly while walking to him. You went to your knees and looked at him. He wouldn’t look at you which was understandable considering he was crying.

“ Hoonie what’s wrong?”

“ i don’t know i just feel like im burden and I get on peoples nerves”

“ Hoon you are literally the complete opposite of that” you reassured him.

With that’s he finally looked at you. He had super red eyes and a pink around them.

“Who even made you feel like that?”

“ So at practice today I couldn’t get the choreo right and the members kept saying things to me like| “no one has time to be here all day”, “ bruh this shit is super easy”, “ oh my god it’s literally always him”| I just couldn’t take it no more. I needed to let it out. So I figured this time would be the right time. Since I would be alone and wouldn’t be embarrassed for cry you know.”

“ Sunghoon don’t let there nasty words get to you. You literally are the best dancer out of all of them. Also you shouldn’t be embarrassed for crying. Baby you could come and I’ll make you feel better.” You smiled at him.

‘ y/n why’d you call him baby? Your so stupid!’ You thought to yourself.

“ thanks y/n i appreciate you a lot for that”

“ do you wanna come to my room and we can watch movies and eat candy?” You ask him trying to cheer him up.

“ mhm” he nodded his head.

“ come then”

You got up and grabbed his hand. You squeezed it and walked to your room.

“ go sit down in my bed”

He sat in the middle of the bed and waited for you.

“ I have to change so just turn around okay?” You say.

He nods and turns around fully.

You grab sweats and a hoodie and change into them quickly.

Once you were done you tossed your dirty clothes into the bin and hopped on the bed. Sunghoon jumped a little at the surprise of you. He turned around and saw your new clothes.

“ so what do you wanna watch hoon?” You ask him.

“ what ever you wanna watch” he tells you.

“ nope not an answer” you scolded him softly.

End. this is really bad i know.

I haven’t gotten a chance to write yet:/ but u hope you guys are doing well:)

Hi green! Since you've left me some lovely requests, I thought I'd leave you one! I'm in love with the friends to love trope, so if you could do something like that with Felix, I'd eat it up. I'm thinking of something like the reader (gn please) has a really hard day and decides to go to Felix, but then it starts raining, so when Felix opens the door, reader is soaking wet and distressed. You can do anything from there! Again, I love your writing, so anything you come up with will be undoubtedly amazing. Hope you're doing well! <3

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pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of parental abandonment years prior, mentions of recent death of a parent, smoking weed, daddy issues

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summary: through every single hardship you'd ever endured, felix always waited for you, ready to bring you into the safety of his embrace. so when you're stuck amidst the complicated emotions following your father's recent passing, the first and only person you sought for comfort was your best friend.

Echoes of the youth you’d spent in this house haunted the eerie hallways of this vacant home. Every inch of this familiar place has remained the same, though you certainly haven’t. Sitting on the front porch floor, a joint you’d just rolled burning between your fingers as you watch the rain pour outside, a vacant expression on your face as you decided on what to do. The initial plan was to walk towards your best friend’s house, which was a short walk away but the sky seemed to have other plans. And so you remained there, stuck sitting beside a box full of letters addressed to you, but that had never been sent – all written by your father. 

Too many times you had driven past him on your way to visit your best friend, making the point to keep your eyes on the road in case your father sat out front like he sometimes tended to do. The two of you had never been on good terms, especially since your mother left when you were a teenager to chase another man who’d made empty promises to her, and your father didn’t know the first thing about caring about another human being. It wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you left without a word the very minute you were old enough to do so and never returned. And yet, here you were, years since you’d gone – a box of letters he’d written to you though never sent, and you knew you didn’t have the nerve to open them alone. 

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips, pulling your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans for what was possibly the millionth time only to be met by the same symbol of no signal available for you to message Felix, the aforementioned best friend – the boy you’ve known since you could barely form a sentence due to living so close to each other. He was the kind of guy who would smile a little bit wider whenever his eyes landed on you, the one to allow you to lash out when you were angry despite how sensitive he was because he wanted you to feel better, the one to remember your birthday and plan something intimate and special even if nobody else bothered, the one to pay attention to the little things you would mention in passing and always remember – he was very much in love with you, had been for a very long time and you were well aware. But he never mentioned it directly, and you decided that you wouldn’t bring it up either because you knew that the reality of this lifetime is that you were made to destroy and hurt while he was made to heal and rebuild and you couldn’t risk having him be the next victim.

In moments like these, while alone with your thoughts that slowed down from the flower you smoked that still seemed to suffocate you all the same, you wished things were different. If only you were a stable human being, good enough for him to safely lay his head on your shoulder the way a lover would do, someone who’s sane and loving and all things good – all of which you were not – then perhaps he would be sitting beside you already, encouraging you to open the first letter while being ready to kiss your forehead at the first sign of distress. It’s selfish, and you knew, but as the screen of your useless phone remained blank you couldn’t help but wish his name would pop up. 

Your mind swirled with thoughts that made it harder to breathe with each passing second. The box of letters beside you. No signal. Felix’s smile. Childhood home. Your mother leaving. Your father’s cold demeanor. Yourself.

Not willing to wait for the rain to end, but also not wanting to dwell in here any longer, you grunted as you put out your joint and walked inside. A plastic sheet that covered one of the cushioned chairs in the living room was the only thing you took before making a b-line back outside. You lazily throw the sheet over the box, struggling only slightly to lift it before leaving the shelter from the rain, instantly drenched as the it offered no mercy. Barely able to keep your eyes open, you followed the same path you’ve walked a thousand times throughout your life, the pull of your best friend’s comfort and warmth being the true source of your rush as your pace quickened.

The neighborhood was the same, with the same married couples still residing in them – though most of their children were gone, already having moved on in their adult lives as their parents awaited for the next holiday to see them again. Everywhere you looked, a memory tied you to Felix as though his entire, beautiful being had been burned into your consciousness forever. Perhaps he had been, not that you would complain about it one bit if that were the case.

Felix’s childhood home came into view at last, and you all but sprinted clumsily with the box in your hands as your mind, body and heart yearned for his strong arms around you. Your heart was pumping blood through your veins harshly by the time you’d made it to his front door, dropping the box at your feet before banging on his wooden door. The air was having a hard time reaching your lungs and you realized that you were crying now that the rain was not hammering onto your skin – flashbacks of a similar scene played in your head, your teenage self distressed after you’d read your mother’s goodbye letter and your grief engulfed you and sent you down a spiral while the scene of your father sitting on the dinner table reading his newspaper and sipping coffee as you screamed at him to see you and your broken heart left at the departure of your mother. Your fists shaking as you gave up, falling onto your knees in despair just as the door swung open. 

A wide-eyed Felix stood before you, shocked to see you in such a state and so late at night. It only took him half a second to react as he practically threw himself onto the ground and pulled you into the safety of his embrace despite how drenched you were. A sob you hadn’t realized you’d been holding back escaped your lips, and the gravity of the fact that you were officially alone dawned on you. Your heart ached in a way you couldn’t describe and all you could truly focus on was the fresh scent of his blueberry shampoo and vanilla soap on him as you briefly realized you must’ve caught him getting out of the shower. 

“Hey, hey,” Felix attempted to pull away slightly to speak to you but you tighten your hold on his torso, not quite ready to let go yet. “I thought you wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.”

You said nothing, silently cursing yourself for being so weak – crying over a man who had never even smiled in your direction. 

“Felix, darling, what was all that noise?”

The sound of Felix’s mother’s sleepy voice caused you to jerk away from him, cheeks heating up in shame. You were on your feet in a second, bowing deeply to the kind woman who’d supported you through all of your hardships. 

“I– I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking when I came here, making all that noise. I just–”

“Nonsense,” Mrs. Lee waved you off with a concerned smile. “I’ve been telling you for years that you’re welcomed here at any time of day. Come in, darling, you’ll catch a cold. Come!”

Felix moved out of the way so that you could enter his home, pushing you away when you tried to grab a hold of the box you’d carried through the rain so that he could take care of it himself. You knew that you must’ve looked deranged, but there was no hint of judgment in their eyes as they watched you take your shoes off at the entrance. Mrs. Lee guided you into the living room by the shoulders despite the fact that you knew your way through the house like the back of your hand. The tenderness of such a simple touch made your sight blurry with tears that you refused to release this time. 

“Darling, go take a warm shower and Felix will bring you a fresh towel and some spare clothes for you to change into, deal?” Mrs. Lee raised her brows as she waited for your response, you merely nodded. “Good, have you eaten?”

“N– No.”

“I’ll heat up some leftovers from tonight’s dinner, then.”

With that, she rushed over to the kitchen. You remained in the same spot though, letting the rain drip onto the floor as your body trembled from the chill the weather outside had instilled into you. Felix gently dropped the box on the couch, paying no mind to the wet plastic sheet that was still covering its contents. 

“Y/N,” Felix said, voice low and warm. “You told me you were coming tomorrow in the afternoon. Why are you here?”

“I lied,” you sighed defeatedly. “I just didn’t want you to worry too much and I thought that I could– I thought that I would be able to go in there myself. And I really was fine, really…until I found that stupid box.”

He glanced back at the box behind him, sighing. Felix didn’t say anything, choosing instead to lead you towards the second floor and into the bathroom he typically shared with his sisters, closing the door behind you. 

While standing under the scalding hot water in the shower by yourself, you couldn’t help but scold yourself at the lack of impulse control. You could have knocked like a normal person, instead you simply decided that you would bang on his door as though your life was in danger which in turn startled everyone in the house and probably the neighbors as well. The thing that had you so upset was not something that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, it wasn’t urgent at all. It was just a dumb box filled with letters that you’d never received while your father had been alive. So dramatic, you chided. 

Just when you were about to shut the water off, you heard the bathroom door open quietly while you assumed Felix gathered your wet clothing and replaced them with fresh ones along with a towel. Once the door closed again, you drew the curtains back to be proved right. You dressed quickly, not bothering to brush your hair as you made your way back down and into the kitchen only to find that Mrs. Lee was no longer there, instead you found Felix looking for chopsticks for you to use while you ate. 

“I told my mom to head to bed,” Felix informed you without looking up, placing the chopsticks on a napkin beside your warm plate. “What’s in the box?”

Your feet felt heavy with each step you took closer to your meal – to him. You leaned your lower back against the counter, gingerly taking the plate into your hands. “My father wrote me letters. A whole lot of them. But he never sent them.” 

Felix’s eyes remained on you, taking his place right beside you, leaving only a hair’s distance in between. In order to not get distracted by this silly fact, you shoved your first bite into your mouth even though you didn’t feel particularly hungry. He didn’t seem to notice, only waiting patiently like he always did. 

“The house hasn’t changed a single bit since I left,” you swallowed, voice thick. “I could tell exactly where he spent the majority of his time– the same spot at the head of the dinner table where he left stacks upon stacks of newspapers he never did bother to throw out, the reclining chair right in front of the TV where his weight had left its mark over the years, and his room that was a complete mess of clothes and books and papers and everything he ever used was thrown onto the ground.”

Another bite. Felix still said nothing. 

“My room was left intact,” you continued. “It almost felt like time had stopped when I left, and the clock only continued when I walked in again. It was clean– my father kept his own room in chaos but cleaned my room. Not a speck of dust anywhere, and I checked.” 

A third bite and then you set the practically full plate back onto the counter, you didn’t have the appetite to finish it. Felix wordlessly cleaned the area and left your plate in the fridge. 

“I think the only thing that changed there was that all the family photos were taken down.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as your breath becomes slightly shaky. “Not even put away, he just– took them and smashed them on the floor and left everything there. I can’t help but wonder just how long ago that was, and how many times he turned a blind eye to the broken glass as he stepped over them.

And then I went down to the basement, and everything was pretty much the same except for this stupid box. All of the letters with my name and address written on the envelope and I just– I lost it. I don’t know what to think anymore, of him…of anything.”

Felix’s arms suddenly wrapped around you tightly, surprising you for a second before you returned the gesture. Your heart was beating erratically in your chest despite this not being the first time he’d hugged you, but this one felt like it did when you were a teenager. It was strong, yet gentle; protective, yet freeing. Although it’d only been a few weeks since you’d seen him, you missed him deeply. You had left town, and he remained here with his family and his happy childhood memories – though you visited often and he did as well, but still; you missed him deeply. 

“I think that your father loved you in his own twisted way,” Felix murmured in your ear at last, arms tightening around you. “He was hurting, too. And you still didn’t deserve any of the things he did and didn’t do to you, because you were hurting and you were the child. But I think he loved you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, hands shaking as you gripped Felix’s blue hoodie. 

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The rain had stopped after a while, so you and Felix took advantage of that and sat on the roof right outside his bedroom window like you’d done a thousand times before. Overlooking the neighborhood in the dead of night as you lighted up the freshly rolled joint between your lips, inhaling the comforting flower before exhaling its smoke. The weight on your shoulders and mind was lifted as your anxiety dulled and your body relaxed. You passed the joint to Felix, who mimicked your actions. 

Your tears had long since dried, and the box had been left in the living room as you decided not to look at them tonight. Instead, you focused on the serene atmosphere that surrounded you and Felix like a warm hug. He passed the joint back to you, though you didn’t immediately bring it up to your lips again, letting it burn slightly between your thumb and index finger. Your eyes slowly found their way to Felix’s that had already been on you, analyzing you in the same way he had always done. You couldn’t tell if the glitter in his eyes were a reflection of the stars in the sky, or if they were truly his though they looked enchanting anyway. His smile widened when he noticed you meet his intense gaze and your heart burned at the sight, thinking back to your train of thought back on the front porch of your childhood home right before you’d come here. 

After all of these years, all of the tears, grief, arguments, and lashing out – he remained beside you, eyes on you as if you’d placed the sun in the sky yourself. You would never understand how he could stay by you when everyone else had left, there was nothing special about you other than your cutting tongue and vengeful heart. Though you couldn’t help but soften at the sight of him and his optimistic way of seeing the world. He was far too good, too pure for you or anyone else. And yet he sat there, subtly inching closer to you though you had still noticed. 

Lee Felix was in love with you, and had been for a long time. You were well aware, and had been for a long time. Though he never mentioned it directly and you decided that ignoring this would protect both you and him; but after all of this time, perhaps you’d maybe fallen in love with him too. It would be impossible not to let your own smile widen at the sight of his brown eyes watching you with so much genuine gentleness, to not feel your heart quicken every time he touched you, to not think of him when your bed was empty and cold, to not wish with every aching cell in your body that you were not as damaged as you were so that maybe, just maybe you would have a chance of deserving such a rare soul. 

Despite knowing all of this, you allowed him to move closer to you as the joint became smaller and smaller with each pass between the two of you. Eventually, your arms and legs were touching, and you could practically feel Felix’s erratic heartbeat. 

“What are you thinking about?” You surprised yourself by asking him, pointedly staring at the streetlamp directly in front of Felix’s house. His breath hitched slightly, though he didn’t say anything for a few moments. 

“I don’t know,” he eventually mumbled with a half-shrug. “Everything, I guess.”

“What is everything, Felix?”

His eyes met yours, wide with curiosity as he attempted to read you. Your own veins were pulsing with adrenaline from your boldness, though somehow you weren’t as mad about it as you thought you would be.

“I– I’m not sure.”

“I don’t believe you. What is everything?”

This was everything against what you’d done since you noticed his feelings for you, this was not keeping a safe distance. But you couldn’t help it, it was as though your heart had finally gained control over your brain and was pushing you to confront your own feelings for the first time in years. Because the truth is, your heart did burn for him in a way you couldn’t explain; it fluttered and skipped a beat a thousand times whenever he was around and it had been for as long as you could think back. You didn’t deserve him, but he thought the world of you – so maybe that was worth something. 

“Everything is–” Felix’s eyes searched yours, his breathing picking up slightly. “Everything is you.”

If your heart either exploded or simply stopped beating, you wouldn’t be surprised in the least. His words sent a chill down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the smile that snuck onto your face. 

“Good.” You stated, putting out what little was left of your shared joint on the roof before moving to straddle him, and you might as well have pushed him off and onto the ground before with the way the wind seemed to have been knocked out of him. His eyes were so wide, so surprised yet so excited. “To me, everything is you, too.”

His eyes scanned yours for a moment before he released an incredulous, airy chuckle. He didn’t get the chance to say anything, however, as your lips met his for the first time and the world melted away.

word count: 3.3k ☀️ posted: 12 • 05 • 2023

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Hi green! Since you've left me some lovely requests, I thought I'd leave you one! I'm in love with the friends to love trope, so if you could do something like that with Felix, I'd eat it up. I'm thinking of something like the reader (gn please) has a really hard day and decides to go to Felix, but then it starts raining, so when Felix opens the door, reader is soaking wet and distressed. You can do anything from there! Again, I love your writing, so anything you come up with will be undoubtedly amazing. Hope you're doing well! <3

everything is you.

other works by green.

pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of parental abandonment years prior, mentions of recent death of a parent, smoking weed, daddy issues

rating: 13+

summary: through every single hardship you'd ever endured, felix always waited for you, ready to bring you into the safety of his embrace. so when you're stuck amidst the complicated emotions following your father's recent passing, the first and only person you sought for comfort was your best friend.

Echoes of the youth you’d spent in this house haunted the eerie hallways of this vacant home. Every inch of this familiar place has remained the same, though you certainly haven’t. Sitting on the front porch floor, a joint you’d just rolled burning between your fingers as you watch the rain pour outside, a vacant expression on your face as you decided on what to do. The initial plan was to walk towards your best friend’s house, which was a short walk away but the sky seemed to have other plans. And so you remained there, stuck sitting beside a box full of letters addressed to you, but that had never been sent – all written by your father. 

Too many times you had driven past him on your way to visit your best friend, making the point to keep your eyes on the road in case your father sat out front like he sometimes tended to do. The two of you had never been on good terms, especially since your mother left when you were a teenager to chase another man who’d made empty promises to her, and your father didn’t know the first thing about caring about another human being. It wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you left without a word the very minute you were old enough to do so and never returned. And yet, here you were, years since you’d gone – a box of letters he’d written to you though never sent, and you knew you didn’t have the nerve to open them alone. 

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips, pulling your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans for what was possibly the millionth time only to be met by the same symbol of no signal available for you to message Felix, the aforementioned best friend – the boy you’ve known since you could barely form a sentence due to living so close to each other. He was the kind of guy who would smile a little bit wider whenever his eyes landed on you, the one to allow you to lash out when you were angry despite how sensitive he was because he wanted you to feel better, the one to remember your birthday and plan something intimate and special even if nobody else bothered, the one to pay attention to the little things you would mention in passing and always remember – he was very much in love with you, had been for a very long time and you were well aware. But he never mentioned it directly, and you decided that you wouldn’t bring it up either because you knew that the reality of this lifetime is that you were made to destroy and hurt while he was made to heal and rebuild and you couldn’t risk having him be the next victim.

In moments like these, while alone with your thoughts that slowed down from the flower you smoked that still seemed to suffocate you all the same, you wished things were different. If only you were a stable human being, good enough for him to safely lay his head on your shoulder the way a lover would do, someone who’s sane and loving and all things good – all of which you were not – then perhaps he would be sitting beside you already, encouraging you to open the first letter while being ready to kiss your forehead at the first sign of distress. It’s selfish, and you knew, but as the screen of your useless phone remained blank you couldn’t help but wish his name would pop up. 

Your mind swirled with thoughts that made it harder to breathe with each passing second. The box of letters beside you. No signal. Felix’s smile. Childhood home. Your mother leaving. Your father’s cold demeanor. Yourself.

Not willing to wait for the rain to end, but also not wanting to dwell in here any longer, you grunted as you put out your joint and walked inside. A plastic sheet that covered one of the cushioned chairs in the living room was the only thing you took before making a b-line back outside. You lazily throw the sheet over the box, struggling only slightly to lift it before leaving the shelter from the rain, instantly drenched as the it offered no mercy. Barely able to keep your eyes open, you followed the same path you’ve walked a thousand times throughout your life, the pull of your best friend’s comfort and warmth being the true source of your rush as your pace quickened.

The neighborhood was the same, with the same married couples still residing in them – though most of their children were gone, already having moved on in their adult lives as their parents awaited for the next holiday to see them again. Everywhere you looked, a memory tied you to Felix as though his entire, beautiful being had been burned into your consciousness forever. Perhaps he had been, not that you would complain about it one bit if that were the case.

Felix’s childhood home came into view at last, and you all but sprinted clumsily with the box in your hands as your mind, body and heart yearned for his strong arms around you. Your heart was pumping blood through your veins harshly by the time you’d made it to his front door, dropping the box at your feet before banging on his wooden door. The air was having a hard time reaching your lungs and you realized that you were crying now that the rain was not hammering onto your skin – flashbacks of a similar scene played in your head, your teenage self distressed after you’d read your mother’s goodbye letter and your grief engulfed you and sent you down a spiral while the scene of your father sitting on the dinner table reading his newspaper and sipping coffee as you screamed at him to see you and your broken heart left at the departure of your mother. Your fists shaking as you gave up, falling onto your knees in despair just as the door swung open. 

A wide-eyed Felix stood before you, shocked to see you in such a state and so late at night. It only took him half a second to react as he practically threw himself onto the ground and pulled you into the safety of his embrace despite how drenched you were. A sob you hadn’t realized you’d been holding back escaped your lips, and the gravity of the fact that you were officially alone dawned on you. Your heart ached in a way you couldn’t describe and all you could truly focus on was the fresh scent of his blueberry shampoo and vanilla soap on him as you briefly realized you must’ve caught him getting out of the shower. 

“Hey, hey,” Felix attempted to pull away slightly to speak to you but you tighten your hold on his torso, not quite ready to let go yet. “I thought you wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.”

You said nothing, silently cursing yourself for being so weak – crying over a man who had never even smiled in your direction. 

“Felix, darling, what was all that noise?”

The sound of Felix’s mother’s sleepy voice caused you to jerk away from him, cheeks heating up in shame. You were on your feet in a second, bowing deeply to the kind woman who’d supported you through all of your hardships. 

“I– I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking when I came here, making all that noise. I just–”

“Nonsense,” Mrs. Lee waved you off with a concerned smile. “I’ve been telling you for years that you’re welcomed here at any time of day. Come in, darling, you’ll catch a cold. Come!”

Felix moved out of the way so that you could enter his home, pushing you away when you tried to grab a hold of the box you’d carried through the rain so that he could take care of it himself. You knew that you must’ve looked deranged, but there was no hint of judgment in their eyes as they watched you take your shoes off at the entrance. Mrs. Lee guided you into the living room by the shoulders despite the fact that you knew your way through the house like the back of your hand. The tenderness of such a simple touch made your sight blurry with tears that you refused to release this time. 

“Darling, go take a warm shower and Felix will bring you a fresh towel and some spare clothes for you to change into, deal?” Mrs. Lee raised her brows as she waited for your response, you merely nodded. “Good, have you eaten?”

“N– No.”

“I’ll heat up some leftovers from tonight’s dinner, then.”

With that, she rushed over to the kitchen. You remained in the same spot though, letting the rain drip onto the floor as your body trembled from the chill the weather outside had instilled into you. Felix gently dropped the box on the couch, paying no mind to the wet plastic sheet that was still covering its contents. 

“Y/N,” Felix said, voice low and warm. “You told me you were coming tomorrow in the afternoon. Why are you here?”

“I lied,” you sighed defeatedly. “I just didn’t want you to worry too much and I thought that I could– I thought that I would be able to go in there myself. And I really was fine, really…until I found that stupid box.”

He glanced back at the box behind him, sighing. Felix didn’t say anything, choosing instead to lead you towards the second floor and into the bathroom he typically shared with his sisters, closing the door behind you. 

While standing under the scalding hot water in the shower by yourself, you couldn’t help but scold yourself at the lack of impulse control. You could have knocked like a normal person, instead you simply decided that you would bang on his door as though your life was in danger which in turn startled everyone in the house and probably the neighbors as well. The thing that had you so upset was not something that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, it wasn’t urgent at all. It was just a dumb box filled with letters that you’d never received while your father had been alive. So dramatic, you chided. 

Just when you were about to shut the water off, you heard the bathroom door open quietly while you assumed Felix gathered your wet clothing and replaced them with fresh ones along with a towel. Once the door closed again, you drew the curtains back to be proved right. You dressed quickly, not bothering to brush your hair as you made your way back down and into the kitchen only to find that Mrs. Lee was no longer there, instead you found Felix looking for chopsticks for you to use while you ate. 

“I told my mom to head to bed,” Felix informed you without looking up, placing the chopsticks on a napkin beside your warm plate. “What’s in the box?”

Your feet felt heavy with each step you took closer to your meal – to him. You leaned your lower back against the counter, gingerly taking the plate into your hands. “My father wrote me letters. A whole lot of them. But he never sent them.” 

Felix’s eyes remained on you, taking his place right beside you, leaving only a hair’s distance in between. In order to not get distracted by this silly fact, you shoved your first bite into your mouth even though you didn’t feel particularly hungry. He didn’t seem to notice, only waiting patiently like he always did. 

“The house hasn’t changed a single bit since I left,” you swallowed, voice thick. “I could tell exactly where he spent the majority of his time– the same spot at the head of the dinner table where he left stacks upon stacks of newspapers he never did bother to throw out, the reclining chair right in front of the TV where his weight had left its mark over the years, and his room that was a complete mess of clothes and books and papers and everything he ever used was thrown onto the ground.”

Another bite. Felix still said nothing. 

“My room was left intact,” you continued. “It almost felt like time had stopped when I left, and the clock only continued when I walked in again. It was clean– my father kept his own room in chaos but cleaned my room. Not a speck of dust anywhere, and I checked.” 

A third bite and then you set the practically full plate back onto the counter, you didn’t have the appetite to finish it. Felix wordlessly cleaned the area and left your plate in the fridge. 

“I think the only thing that changed there was that all the family photos were taken down.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as your breath becomes slightly shaky. “Not even put away, he just– took them and smashed them on the floor and left everything there. I can’t help but wonder just how long ago that was, and how many times he turned a blind eye to the broken glass as he stepped over them.

And then I went down to the basement, and everything was pretty much the same except for this stupid box. All of the letters with my name and address written on the envelope and I just– I lost it. I don’t know what to think anymore, of him…of anything.”

Felix’s arms suddenly wrapped around you tightly, surprising you for a second before you returned the gesture. Your heart was beating erratically in your chest despite this not being the first time he’d hugged you, but this one felt like it did when you were a teenager. It was strong, yet gentle; protective, yet freeing. Although it’d only been a few weeks since you’d seen him, you missed him deeply. You had left town, and he remained here with his family and his happy childhood memories – though you visited often and he did as well, but still; you missed him deeply. 

“I think that your father loved you in his own twisted way,” Felix murmured in your ear at last, arms tightening around you. “He was hurting, too. And you still didn’t deserve any of the things he did and didn’t do to you, because you were hurting and you were the child. But I think he loved you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, hands shaking as you gripped Felix’s blue hoodie. 

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The rain had stopped after a while, so you and Felix took advantage of that and sat on the roof right outside his bedroom window like you’d done a thousand times before. Overlooking the neighborhood in the dead of night as you lighted up the freshly rolled joint between your lips, inhaling the comforting flower before exhaling its smoke. The weight on your shoulders and mind was lifted as your anxiety dulled and your body relaxed. You passed the joint to Felix, who mimicked your actions. 

Your tears had long since dried, and the box had been left in the living room as you decided not to look at them tonight. Instead, you focused on the serene atmosphere that surrounded you and Felix like a warm hug. He passed the joint back to you, though you didn’t immediately bring it up to your lips again, letting it burn slightly between your thumb and index finger. Your eyes slowly found their way to Felix’s that had already been on you, analyzing you in the same way he had always done. You couldn’t tell if the glitter in his eyes were a reflection of the stars in the sky, or if they were truly his though they looked enchanting anyway. His smile widened when he noticed you meet his intense gaze and your heart burned at the sight, thinking back to your train of thought back on the front porch of your childhood home right before you’d come here. 

After all of these years, all of the tears, grief, arguments, and lashing out – he remained beside you, eyes on you as if you’d placed the sun in the sky yourself. You would never understand how he could stay by you when everyone else had left, there was nothing special about you other than your cutting tongue and vengeful heart. Though you couldn’t help but soften at the sight of him and his optimistic way of seeing the world. He was far too good, too pure for you or anyone else. And yet he sat there, subtly inching closer to you though you had still noticed. 

Lee Felix was in love with you, and had been for a long time. You were well aware, and had been for a long time. Though he never mentioned it directly and you decided that ignoring this would protect both you and him; but after all of this time, perhaps you’d maybe fallen in love with him too. It would be impossible not to let your own smile widen at the sight of his brown eyes watching you with so much genuine gentleness, to not feel your heart quicken every time he touched you, to not think of him when your bed was empty and cold, to not wish with every aching cell in your body that you were not as damaged as you were so that maybe, just maybe you would have a chance of deserving such a rare soul. 

Despite knowing all of this, you allowed him to move closer to you as the joint became smaller and smaller with each pass between the two of you. Eventually, your arms and legs were touching, and you could practically feel Felix’s erratic heartbeat. 

“What are you thinking about?” You surprised yourself by asking him, pointedly staring at the streetlamp directly in front of Felix’s house. His breath hitched slightly, though he didn’t say anything for a few moments. 

“I don’t know,” he eventually mumbled with a half-shrug. “Everything, I guess.”

“What is everything, Felix?”

His eyes met yours, wide with curiosity as he attempted to read you. Your own veins were pulsing with adrenaline from your boldness, though somehow you weren’t as mad about it as you thought you would be.

“I– I’m not sure.”

“I don’t believe you. What is everything?”

This was everything against what you’d done since you noticed his feelings for you, this was not keeping a safe distance. But you couldn’t help it, it was as though your heart had finally gained control over your brain and was pushing you to confront your own feelings for the first time in years. Because the truth is, your heart did burn for him in a way you couldn’t explain; it fluttered and skipped a beat a thousand times whenever he was around and it had been for as long as you could think back. You didn’t deserve him, but he thought the world of you – so maybe that was worth something. 

“Everything is–” Felix’s eyes searched yours, his breathing picking up slightly. “Everything is you.”

If your heart either exploded or simply stopped beating, you wouldn’t be surprised in the least. His words sent a chill down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the smile that snuck onto your face. 

“Good.” You stated, putting out what little was left of your shared joint on the roof before moving to straddle him, and you might as well have pushed him off and onto the ground before with the way the wind seemed to have been knocked out of him. His eyes were so wide, so surprised yet so excited. “To me, everything is you, too.”

His eyes scanned yours for a moment before he released an incredulous, airy chuckle. He didn’t get the chance to say anything, however, as your lips met his for the first time and the world melted away.

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방찬 ── BANG CHAN.

Chan's office was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the desk lamps, casting a warm yet somber light across the room. The gentle hum of the night time silence was broken only by the rhythmic, soothing breaths of his three-year-old daughter, who lay peacefully on the worn leather couch. Her tiny face, so serene in slumber, was a haunting mirror of your beautiful features, stirring a profound ache in Chan's heart.

As he watched her, tears began to silently trace their way down his cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of his sorrow and longing. He could still hear your final, trembling words: "Love her twice as much in my absence." The memory was a dagger, twisting with the relentless guilt and grief that had become his constant companions. The sight of his daughter's innocent face, so reminiscent of you, only deepened his anguish.

Today had been especially trying. Chan had promised his little girl a joyous outing to the park, a precious respite from his hectic work schedule. But the day took an unexpected turn when Changbin called in a panic, frantically searching for the nearly completed recording of their latest song. What Chan had hoped would be a swift resolution morphed into hours of desperate searching, only to end in the devastating realization that they would have to begin the recording anew.

All the while, his daughter’s patience wore thin. She had no toys, no distractions, just the suffocating boredom of waiting. Her disappointment was palpable, a silent reproach that cut deeper than any words could. Chan felt like he was failing her, failing in the promise he had made to you. Driven by the need to make amends, he gently woke his daughter. Her initial crankiness gave way to curiosity as he apologized for breaking his promise and proposed a sleepover at home. Movies, games, a fort, and endless cuddles — her eyes sparkled at the thought, and her frown dissolved into giggles.

At home, they transformed the living room into a magical fortress of pillows and blankets, a sanctuary just for them. They watched animated tales, played games, and reveled in the simple joy of being together. Wrapped in the cozy embrace of their fort, she eventually succumbed to sleep once more, nestled against him. Her hair, a tousled mess, and a small trail of drool on his shirt were endearing reminders of her tender age and boundless trust in him.

Chan held her close, his heart swelling with love and a bittersweet yearning. She was the living embodiment of his heart, and as he gazed at her, he whispered a vow into the stillness of the night. He promised to love her with all his might, carrying the weight of both his love and the part of you that would forever reside in their lives. In that quiet moment, amidst the echoes of his promises, he felt a fragile sense of peace, knowing that as long as he held her, he was keeping your memory alive.

이민호 ── LEE MINHO.

Minho lay in the dim, soft glow of his bedroom, shadows whispering across the walls as the twins slept peacefully beside him. Their tiny forms had claimed your side of the bed, filling the void where your presence once brought warmth and comfort. The night he returned home with the babies, he had attempted to sleep alone, but the emptiness was unbearable. He tossed and turned, haunted by the silence, until one of the babies began to cry, inevitably waking the other. In his desperation to soothe them, he gathered every pillow he could find, crafting a makeshift crib in his bed. Their delicate features softened in the calm of his presence, and they finally drifted off to sleep.

As Minho gazed at their angelic faces, hands entwined even in slumber, his heart ached with the weight of your absence. How could he begin to process this loss? You had spent almost ten months nurturing these little miracles, only to be taken away before you could revel in the beauty of their existence. Ten months of creating life, and you would never witness the serene way they held hands in their sleep. Ten months of dreams and hopes, and you would miss their first birthdays, graduations, weddings. It was unbearably cruel, and Minho’s soul was tormented by the thought.

You wouldn’t even be here to laugh about the pregnancy mix-up that had both of you convinced it would be a boy and a girl, only to welcome two beautiful baby girls into the world. His friends had offered to stay and help, but he had declined, needing the solitude to grapple with his grief. Now, in the stillness of the night, he questioned if he had made the right choice.

Tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks as the full weight of his new reality settled over him. He was to raise these precious little princesses on his own, and the responsibility felt crushing. Yet, as he watched their peaceful slumber, he knew he had to summon every ounce of strength for them. They were his world now, the living, breathing remnants of your love. He vowed to cherish them, to love them fiercely, and to guide them through life with unwavering dedication, for they were all he had left of you, and he was all they had.

In the hushed silence, he whispered promises into the night, pledging to be the best father he could be. He would ensure they knew how deeply you loved them, even if you couldn’t be there to tell them yourself. And as he held them close, feeling the rise and fall of their tiny chests, a fragile peace washed over him. He knew that in every laugh, every tear, and every milestone, you would be there in spirit, guiding him, loving them, always.

서창빈 ── SEO CHANGBIN.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the park as Changbin and his 13-year-old son sat on a weathered wooden bench, savoring their ice cream. The park buzzed with the laughter of children, their joy mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the summer breeze. Parents lounged on the grass, basking in the last light of day, while Changbin watched his son’s face light up with a blush as he received a message.

Changbin couldn’t resist teasing him. "Who’s got you smiling like that?" he asked, his voice laced with playful curiosity.

His son’s cheeks reddened further, and he looked away, trying to hide his smile. "Just a girl from school," he mumbled, glancing at his phone. "She texted to congratulate me on today’s soccer game."

Changbin’s interest was piqued. "A girl, huh? Do you like her?" he inquired gently, but his son just rolled his eyes, keeping his thoughts to himself.

After a while, his son broke the comfortable silence with a question that took Changbin by surprise. "Dad, how did you know Mom was the one for you?"

Changbin's heart swelled with a bittersweet mix of love and nostalgia. He took a deep breath, the memory washing over him like a tender wave. "Well," he began softly, "it was before you were born. Your mom and I had only been dating for a few months. One evening, we decided to take a ride on my motorcycle to grab some food. On the way back, she spotted a bookstore and got all excited. She tapped my shoulder and pointed it out, her eyes sparkling like a child's. I couldn't say no to that."

He smiled, lost in the memory. "We stopped, and I handed her my card, telling her to get whatever she wanted. She promised she’d come out empty-handed, but I knew better." He chuckled, remembering your sheepish yet triumphant expression as you emerged with a bag hidden behind your back. "She ended up buying two books and couldn’t stop talking about them, her excitement contagious. When I told her I was glad she found something, she did this little dance of joy before climbing back onto the bike. She had to hold the bag since her backpack was already stuffed with our food, but she was too happy to care."

Changbin’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. "That’s when I knew she was the one. It wasn’t some grand gesture; it was her pure joy in the little things, her passion for life. I wish you could have known her. She loved you so much, even before you were born."

His son’s eyes mirrored his own longing and admiration. "I wish I’d known her too," he said softly. "My goal in life is to find my soulmate, like you found Mom. I want to love someone as much as you loved her."

Changbin’s heart ached with pride and sorrow. "You deserve to have someone by your side for a long time," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he added, "Who knows, maybe this girl from school is your one."

His son groaned, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he nudged Changbin, causing his ice cream to topple onto the ground. Changbin laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed through the park. His own ice cream slipped from his grasp, joining his son’s on the pavement, and they both burst into laughter, the joy of the moment a soothing balm to their hearts.

In that golden hour, surrounded by the simple pleasures of ice cream and shared memories, Changbin felt a profound sense of peace. Despite the heartache and loss, he and his son would continue to find love and joy in the little things, just as you had taught him. And in those moments of laughter and connection, he felt your presence with them, a silent guardian watching over their journey, smiling at their shared happiness.

황현진 ── HWANG HYUNJIN.

Hyunjin sat alone in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue over the familiar surroundings. The air was thick with memories, each piece of furniture and every stroke of paint a testament to the love and labor he had shared with you. His heart ached with a bittersweet nostalgia as he looked around, his mind filled with the echoes of laughter and the whispers of cherished moments.

He remembered the countless hours spent building the furniture, the frustration and triumph mingling as he struggled with stubborn screws, while you sat nearby, reading the instructions with a patience that never failed to calm him. The nursery walls, painted in a tapestry of happy themes, bore the marks of your combined artistic talents, creating a sanctuary for the new life you both awaited with eager anticipation.

The night he returned home with the baby, your absence a gaping void beside him, was etched into his soul. He had sat in the rocking chair, the one he had bought especially for you, cradling the fragile bundle in his arms, paralyzed by the fear of being alone. Many nights, he had dozed off in that chair, too afraid to leave its comforting embrace, haunted by the silence that your departure had left behind.

A wistful smile tugged at his lips as he recalled the day he found your child drawing on the walls, their tiny hands busy creating a colorful mural over your delicate paintings. It had pained him to see your work altered, but the sight of their concentrated little face, so much like yours, had softened his heart. He had chosen to let them be creative, to express themselves freely, even if it meant sacrificing a piece of you.

He thought of the time his six-year-old had cried in his arms, their tiny body trembling with confusion and hurt because they didn't fit in with the boys or the girls. Hyunjin had held them close, whispering reassurances, his heart breaking at the familiar pain. It had been a long journey, but he had worked tirelessly to make their home a sanctuary of love and acceptance.

The memories came in a flood, each one a cherished gem: the summer in middle school when they returned home with bags of new clothes and put on a fashion show, proudly displaying their androgynous style; the pride parade, where he meticulously placed sticky rainbow gems on their face, their giddy excitement lighting up the day; and finally, the day they graduated and moved out, leaving behind an empty room filled with the ghosts of the past.

Tears rolled down Hyunjin’s face as he sat in the rocking chair, now old and creaky, thinking of all the moments he had cherished yet wished he could have shared with you. The weight of the memories pressed down on him, a heavy, inescapable burden.

Suddenly, his phone rang, startling him from his reverie. He hastily wiped his tears and saw it was a FaceTime call from his child. He answered, and their beaming face filled the screen, the excitement in their eyes mirrored by the twinkling fairy lights in their new apartment's bedroom.

“Hey, Dad! Look at my new room!” they exclaimed, panning the camera around to show off their new space, their voice bubbling with pride and joy.

Hyunjin’s heart swelled with pride and love. “It looks amazing, sweetheart,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I miss you,” they confessed, their eyes shining with unshed tears. “Can we spend the first night together, through the phone?”

Hyunjin chuckled softly, trying to mask his lingering sadness. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of moving out?”

They laughed, a sound that was pure and unfiltered joy. “Maybe, but I know you’re in my old room crying already.”

He laughed too, the heaviness lifting just a bit. “You got me there.”

They didn’t hang up, staying connected through the screen as the night deepened. Hyunjin lay back in the rocking chair, his child propped up in their new bed, both finding solace in the familiar presence of each other. As they talked and laughed, Hyunjin realized that though you weren’t physically there, your spirit lived on in these moments, in the love that continued to bind them together. And for now, that was enough.

한지성 ── HAN JISUNG.

Jisung found his seven-year-old child hidden within the treehouse that the three of you had built together. This small wooden sanctuary, once filled with laughter and joy, now bore the heavy weight of sorrow. They were still in their funeral attire, the black clothes contrasting sharply against the soft glow of the setting sun. The murmurs of the guests lingering in the backyard became a distant, indistinct hum as Jisung climbed into the treehouse, his heart burdened with grief and a simmering anger at the universe for taking you away so cruelly.

His son's youthful face was etched with a grief that seemed too profound for such a young soul. Jisung felt a surge of helplessness as he reached out, pulling his child close, wrapping him in an embrace meant to shield him from the cruel world outside. “I miss Mom,” came the soft, heart-wrenching whisper, each word a dagger to Jisung’s already shattered heart.

“I miss Mom too,” Jisung murmured, his voice thick with unshed tears. They sat together in silence, the weight of your absence pressing down on them like an insurmountable force.

It had been nearly a year since you had fallen ill, the sickness so severe that the doctors had given you only a few months at most. Yet, you had defied their grim prognosis, your spirit burning brightly despite the frailty of your body. Jisung remembered the countless nights spent by your side, swallowing his fears and anger as you spoke of your impending death with a calm acceptance that had always made him furious. To him, it felt as though you had given up, but he knew deep down that wasn’t the case. You hadn’t wanted to waste what little time you had left fighting an unwinnable battle. Perhaps if he had truly listened, if he had embraced those fleeting moments instead of railing against them, he might have cherished your final days more deeply.

His son, too young to fully grasp the concept of death, struggled with the finality of it all. He understood that you would never return, yet accepting it was a different matter entirely. Jisung’s heart broke anew each time he saw the confusion and sorrow in his child’s eyes, a mirror of his own torment.

Holding his son tighter, Jisung wished he could find the right words to ease the pain, to make sense of a world that had suddenly lost its light. But words failed him, crumbled under the weight of their shared grief. Instead, he let the silence speak, hoping the strength of his embrace could convey the love and comfort his words could not.

The treehouse, once a symbol of their shared joy, now held their sorrow. The walls, which had echoed with laughter and dreams, now seemed to absorb their pain, standing as silent witnesses to their loss. But within this small, sacred space, surrounded by the memories of happier times, Jisung hoped they could begin to heal. He would be there for his son, a steadfast presence in the storm of their grief, guiding him through the darkness with a love that, while tested, remained unbroken.

As the last light of day faded, Jisung held his son close, both finding a semblance of solace in each other’s presence. In the quiet, grief-stricken aftermath, they began to forge a new bond, one tempered by loss but strengthened by their enduring love. And in that silent communion, Jisung found a glimmer of hope that they would eventually find their way through the darkness together.

이용복 ── LEE YONGBOK.

In a home where the relentless energy of three young girls and their single father painted every day with hues of joyous chaos, peace was a fleeting visitor. The air thrummed with the symphony of exuberant laughter, the vibrant discord of simultaneous chatter, and the relentless rhythm of youthful exuberance. Yongbok would never trade this tempestuous world for anything, yet a hollow ache lingered for the presence of the one who had been the steady heartbeat of their lives.

Your sudden departure had cast a profound shadow over their once lively abode, transforming it into a quieter realm where your laughter’s echoes were replaced by an oppressive silence. As time wove its delicate fabric over the jagged edges of grief, the house gradually adjusted to a new cadence, yet the weight of your absence hung heavy in every corner.

Despite this, Yongbok discovered fragments of you embedded within the fabric of their daily lives. He saw your essence in the selfless nurturing of his eldest daughter, who had seamlessly stepped into the role of co-caregiver. Her quiet acts of love and responsibility were a poignant echo of the devotion you had always shown, a continuation of your spirit in her every gesture.

In the middle child’s vibrant monologues about obscure topics, Yongbok glimpsed your enduring influence. Her unquenchable thirst for knowledge mirrored the intellectual curiosity you had nurtured, each passionate explanation a living testament to your legacy.

The youngest, with her mischievous gleam and boundless spirit, kept Yongbok perpetually on his toes. Her playful antics and joyful mischief were a vivid reminder of the vivacity you had infused into their home, a living echo of the light you had brought into their lives.

In the quiet moments, Yongbok could still feel your presence. The post-it notes left in his lunch bag by his eldest daughter, each inscribed with a simple message of love, were imbued with your warmth. The tender strokes of his middle daughter’s fingers through his hair during their movie nights were a silent connection to you. And in the gentle inquiries of his youngest, her head peeking around the door to ensure he was alright, he felt the deep compassion you had instilled in her.

Though you were absent from the milestones and daily rhythms, your essence lived on through them. In the small, tender acts of affection and love, you continued to be a cherished part of their lives, an enduring presence in their hearts.

김승민 ── KIM SEUNGMIN.

Seungmin had been absent through the vast expanse of your pregnancy, the relentless demands of touring keeping him away. He returned just in time to witness the birth, only to be swallowed by the crushing weight of your absence. The pain of missing those precious moments with you, of not being there to share in the miracle of your last days, was a wound that never healed. This haunting regret followed him, a constant reminder of a future lost.

The day you passed, Seungmin left Stray Kids, unable to bear the weight of the stage without you by his side. He couldn’t find solace in the bright lights or the rhythms of his music. Instead, he focused on his two sons—an older one, now sixteen, and a younger one, now twelve. The older boy, once a vibrant spirit, had retreated into the shadows of his room, his once lively demeanor replaced by a sullen silence. The baseball games that had once bound them together now lay abandoned, and Seungmin, despite the storm within, knew he had to reach out.

Determined to bridge the chasm that had grown between them, Seungmin planned a day just for the two of them. He left the youngest with his closest friend, Jeongin, and took his older son out. The car ride was a quiet procession of unspoken thoughts, the weight of their shared grief hanging heavily between them. When they finally arrived at their destination, Seungmin braced himself, ready to face the tender fracture of their relationship.

It took patience, but eventually, the silence broke. The older boy revealed his feelings for a boy at school, emotions that he struggled to understand. Seungmin was taken aback, but he remained calm, his heart aching with a blend of surprise and concern. As his son’s tears fell freely, Seungmin pulled him into a tender embrace, his own heart aching with a mixture of empathy and love. He whispered reassurances into his son’s hair, promising acceptance and protection, vowing to stand by him no matter what.

The boy, still tearful but comforted, then showed Seungmin a small journal. Inside was a song he had penned, a poignant melody woven with the threads of his conflicted feelings for the boy at school. The song was hauntingly beautiful, a reflection of his son’s delicate soul and burgeoning talent. Seungmin’s heart swelled with pride and love as he listened, recognizing the echoes of his own musical spirit in his child’s creation.

As the day drew to a close, Seungmin received a snapshot from Jeongin—his youngest child, covered in dirt and beaming with the joy of a day spent playing baseball. The image was a burst of pure happiness, a vivid reminder that even amidst the sorrow, moments of light and joy persisted.

As the sun set, Seungmin felt a renewed connection with his older son, a fragile yet precious bond rekindled through their shared experiences and heartfelt conversation. Though the regret of not being there for you lingered, he found solace in the fact that he was striving to be the father you would have been proud of. In the quiet moments of the evening, he hoped, with all his heart, that wherever you were, you watched over them and felt a deep pride in the man he was becoming—a father striving to honor your memory through the love and strength he gave to your family.

양정인 ── YANG JEONGIN.

Jeongin’s youngest daughter was a restless spirit, her stubborn yet carefree nature a constant reminder of the love she once shared with you. Each burst of laughter, every defiant flicker of joy, was a living echo of your vibrant presence. In contrast, his oldest son was a mirror of Jeongin’s own meticulous nature, his life meticulously ordered, each ambition carefully planned.

Lately, Jeongin’s heart had been heavy with worry. His daughter, brimming with reckless exuberance, frequently dashed off to meet a boy Jeongin knew was unworthy. The thought of her entangled with someone without a future gnawed at him, leaving him adrift in a sea of concern. As he lay awake at night, the silence seemed to taunt him, and he often found himself wondering how you would have navigated these troubled waters if you had still been there to guide them.

One night, as the moonlight spilled softly through the window, Jeongin was wrenched from sleep by the unmistakable sound of muffled sobs. His heart raced as he followed the cries to his daughter’s room. He paused at the door, the murmur of his son’s voice cutting through the silence. The room, once a sanctuary of dreams, was now a cocoon of whispered regrets and stifled tears. His daughter’s voice wavered with the weight of her shame, confessing her feelings of foolishness for having trusted the boy. His son, with a soothing calmness that mirrored your gentle strength, reassured her that she wasn’t foolish, merely swept up in the exhilarating tide of young love. He told her she deserved better than a boy with no future, his words a soft balm to her wounded spirit.

Jeongin’s heart ached with a mixture of pride and sorrow as he heard his son’s comforting tones, the echoes of your nurturing spirit resonating in his voice. After a few moments, he gathered the courage to step into the room. His eyes were tender with understanding as he took in the scene: his daughter’s tear-streaked face, her hands buried in her lap. Her cries grew louder as she saw him, her embarrassment palpable as she shielded her face with her hands.

Jeongin knelt before her, his expression a blend of love and compassion. Gently, he reached for her hands, drawing them away from her face to hold them in his own. His touch was a lifeline, a silent promise of unwavering support.

“You told me so, I know,” she choked out, her voice a trembling whisper.

“I would never say that, my love,” Jeongin murmured, his voice rich with tenderness. He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close against his chest. His gaze met his son’s, a shared understanding passing between them.

“I know it hurts,” Jeongin whispered into her hair, his voice a soothing melody against her ear, “but this isn’t the end.” His embrace was a warm cocoon, a sanctuary of love amidst the storm of her emotions. The night unfolded in a delicate tapestry of comfort and hope, a testament to the enduring love that bound them together, even in the quiet absence of your guiding presence.

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❛ After a final argument with your toxic, manipulative mother over your irresponsible younger brother, you decide to cut ties with your family, only to be overwhelmed by doubt and panic until your supportive boyfriend, Felix, reassures you that choosing yourself was the right decision.

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 + gender neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Non-Idol AU, emotional abuse, family conflict, mommy issues, mental health struggles, parental neglect, parental favoritism, depression and self-worth issues, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

The kitchen feels like a war zone, the air thick with unsaid accusations and the sharp remnants of long-festered wounds. Your mother stands at the sink, her back rigid and unforgiving, hands submerged in soapy water as she scrubs a dish with a ferocity that speaks louder than words. Each stroke of her hand seems to scrape away at the silence, but instead of clarity, it only stirs the storm between you. You can almost see the tension rippling off her like waves of heat from a furnace, feeding the blaze that has been building in your chest, threatening to consume you.

“So, that’s it?” you ask, your voice taut, straining against the anger simmering just below the surface. “You’re really going to ignore everything I’ve said and expect me to drop everything—again—to drive him around?” There’s a tremor in your tone, a plea for acknowledgment masked by the bitterness of your words. But she doesn’t turn to face you. Instead, she sighs, a heavy, exaggerated breath that fills the room with disdain, as if you are the one being irrational, ungrateful.

“He doesn’t have anyone else,” she replies, her voice dripping with exasperation, as if you should already know this. “And it’s not like it’s a big deal—you’re already out and about. What’s a little detour to help your brother?”

Her words hit you like a slap across the face, stinging and familiar. “A little detour?” you echo, a disbelieving laugh slipping out, sharp and brittle. “Mom, I have a job. I have classes. I’m barely keeping up as it is. But sure, let’s add ‘chauffeur for the man-child’ to my list of responsibilities.”

At this, she finally turns, her face set in that hardened expression you know so well—eyes narrowed, lips pulled into a thin, unforgiving line. “Don’t talk about him like that,” she snaps, her voice a low warning. “He’s your brother. He’s just going through a rough time.”

A bitter, exhausted laugh escapes your lips, and you can feel the years of buried frustration rising up, threatening to overflow. "A rough time?" you repeat, your voice growing louder, each word carrying the weight of all the grievances you’ve kept bottled up for so long. “He’s been ‘going through a rough time’ for the last five years! And every single time he screws up, you’re right there, wiping his slate clean, making excuses for him. He never has to face the consequences of anything, and somehow, I’m always the one left to pick up the pieces!”

Your voice cracks, and the room seems to tremble with the force of your words. All the times you’ve been overlooked, all the sacrifices you’ve made without a second thought, all the nights spent wondering why you were never enough—everything comes crashing down in this moment. You stand there, breathless, waiting for something, anything, that resembles an acknowledgment of what you’ve endured.

But she doesn’t see it. She doesn’t hear it. She doesn’t even flinch. And that, more than anything, is what breaks you.

"That's not true," your mother snaps, her voice cutting through the air like the crack of a whip, cold and biting. "You don’t know what he’s going through. You’ve always been so hard on him, never understanding." Her words hang in the air, thick with accusation, and you feel a familiar frustration beginning to coil tightly in your chest.

You scoff, the sound escaping before you can stop it, disbelief etched across your face. "Understanding?" you fire back, voice laced with incredulity. "You mean like how you’re 'understanding' when he crashes his car because he was out partying, and you expect me to drop everything, put my entire life and future on hold, to make up for it? Or how you’re 'understanding' when he blows all his money on God knows what, and I’m the one who has to lend him my hard-earned cash so he can pay his rent? You’ve always been ‘understanding’ of him, but when have you ever been ‘understanding’ of me?"

For a moment, the room falls silent, heavy with the weight of everything that has been left unsaid for far too long. Your mother’s eyes flash dangerously, a mix of anger and frustration, a glare that once would have made you swallow your words, scramble to backtrack and apologize. But not today. Today, the exhaustion has settled too deeply in your bones, mingling with the anger that has simmered for years, bubbling to the surface.

"You think I don’t care about you?" she spits out, her voice rising, each word sharp and defensive. "I’ve done everything for you! You grew up with food on the table and a roof over your head. You have a job now, you’re in college, you have everything going for you. Do you think that just happened by itself?"

Her audacity stings, her self-righteousness fanning the flames inside you. Every vein feels like it’s on fire, adrenaline surging through your body. “No,” you say, voice trembling but strong, each word pushed out with a force that surprises even you. “Don’t you dare take credit for what little good I have in my life. Don’t you dare. Everything I have going for me is because I worked for it. I was the one who graduated as valedictorian in high school—not you, not him. I worked my ass off to get into college, scrapping for every scholarship I could find so I wouldn’t have to drown in debt later. I found my own place to live, found a job so I could pay my own bills, held myself together when everything around me was falling apart.”

Your words pour out like a flood, each one more bitter than the last. You can see her eyes narrowing, her lips tightening, but it only pushes you to keep going. “But you? Sure, you fed me, you put a roof over my head—like the law says you should. But you only ever noticed me when I was useful to him, when I made things easier for your golden child."

The silence that follows is deafening, filled with the echoes of things that have finally been said, the raw truth laid bare between you. The tension in the room is electric, the weight of years of imbalance, neglect, and misplaced loyalty pressing down on your shoulders. But for the first time, you feel something shift inside you—a spark of liberation, a sense that perhaps, just perhaps, you’ve finally stepped out of the shadow that has loomed over you for so long.

"You're being so selfish," she spits, her voice trembling with a barely controlled fury that makes the walls tremble. The dishes slip from her hands, clattering into the sink with a loud clank as she whirls around to face you. Her eyes are wild, nearly bulging out of her head, her face flushed with indignation. "You have no idea what it's like to be a parent, to have to make these kinds of decisions." The venom in her words seeps into the air, choking you with its bitterness.

But you don’t flinch. Your fists curl even tighter at your sides, nails digging into your palms as you stand your ground, locking eyes with her. "I'm selfish?" A bitter laugh escapes you, sharp and brittle, and you can feel the hot sting of unshed tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Do you even hear yourself? You've spent years bending over backwards to coddle him, to fix every single one of his messes. And every time, it's me who gets caught in the crossfire. It's always me who’s expected to be the 'responsible one.' And what do I get for it? Nothing. Not a thank you, not a 'good job,' not even a fraction of the support and understanding you so eagerly throw at him."

Your mother’s hand slams down on the counter with a thunderous bang, making you jump. Her face is a twisted mask of rage and frustration. "You've always had a chip on your shoulder about him," she sneers, her tone dripping with condescension, as if speaking to a petulant child. "Maybe if you weren't so jealous—"

"Don't even start." You cut her off, your voice cracking under the weight of everything you’ve kept bottled up for so long. "I'm not jealous, Mom. I'm tired. I'm tired of being the one who has to sacrifice everything while he coasts through life, knowing you’ll always be there to bail him out. I'm tired of you making me feel like I’m never enough, like I’m only here to clean up his messes and make things easier for him."

The air thickens, a suffocating silence falling between you. Your mother’s face hardens, her eyes narrowing into icy slits. "If you don't like it, then maybe you should just leave," she says, her words cutting through the tension like a knife. "You're an adult now, aren’t you? You can make your own choices."

Her words hang in the air, daring you to speak, to react. For a moment, you’re stunned, the breath catching in your throat. Then, softly, like a truth you've kept buried, you say, "Maybe I should." The words taste like freedom on your tongue, a release from years of guilt and fear. "Because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep letting you use me to prop him up while you tear me down. I deserve better than this."

For a fleeting moment, something flickers in her eyes—something almost vulnerable, almost human. But it vanishes as quickly as it came, replaced by the same cold indifference that has always been there. "Fine. Do what you want," she says dismissively, her tone devoid of emotion. "But don’t come crying to me when you realize you can’t handle the world I’ve protected you from."

A humorless laugh bubbles up in your throat, but you swallow it down, taking a deep breath instead. You feel the weight of years of resentment, of pain and unspoken truths, settling into place. "I won't," you reply, voice steady as a stone. "Because I've been handling the world all my life. You never protected me from it—you only ever protected your golden child. And I’m done."

You turn away, leaving her standing there, leaving behind the suffocating grip of a mother who never truly saw you. You walk out of the kitchen, out of the house that never felt like a home, and with each step, the air feels a little lighter, the world outside a little more open. For the first time, you feel the distant, hopeful glimmer of something new—something that belongs to you, and you alone.

You sit in the driver’s seat, fingers clenched around the steering wheel with a grip so tight that your knuckles have turned ghostly white. Each breath you take is shallow and ragged, barely filling your lungs. Your heart hammers in your chest, erratic and wild, a drumbeat of panic. The weight of the argument you just had with your mother crashes over you like an unrelenting wave, cold and suffocating. It presses down on you with a force that makes you feel as if you’re drowning, gasping for air but finding none.

Your eyes remain fixed on the house in front of you—your childhood home, a place that should have held comfort and warmth but instead feels like a prison. Each window, each door, every familiar detail seems to glare back at you like a hundred judgmental eyes, watching, waiting. This is where you learned the rules of a game you never asked to play. A place where love was conditional, tethered to sacrifice and silence. And now, it’s a place you’ve walked away from—perhaps for good.

Your vision blurs with unshed tears, and you let out a shaky breath that comes out more like a sob than you intended. You blink rapidly, trying to clear the sting from your eyes, but it’s useless. You can’t stay here, not in front of this house where the walls seem to whisper accusations, where every step closer feels like sinking deeper into quicksand. You can’t risk your mother storming out with that familiar fire in her eyes, her voice like a vice, twisting your emotions to suit her will.

With trembling hands, you fumble for your phone, fingers unsteady as they swipe through your contacts. You need an anchor, something to steady you before you’re pulled under by the crushing weight of it all. You find his name—Felix. Your thumb hovers for a moment, then presses the call button. You raise the phone to your ear, the screen blurring with tears as you pull out of the driveway. You don’t have a destination in mind; you just need to be moving, to put distance between you and that house.

The line rings once, twice, and with each unanswered ring, the panic coils tighter in your chest, rising into your throat like bile. What if he doesn’t pick up? What if he’s busy? What if you’re left alone with the noise in your head? But then—

"Hey, sunshine," his voice breaks through, warm and steady, like the first rays of dawn piercing through the darkest night. His tone is so familiar, so safe. "You okay? I'm just—"

You don’t let him finish. Your voice cracks as you speak, holding back the sob that threatens to spill over. "Felix...I—I did it. I told her...I told her that I'm done. I can't...I can't believe that I actually did it." The words rush out of you in a breathless stream, a confession that feels both terrifying and freeing.

There’s a pause on the other end, a silence that feels heavy with the weight of his understanding. You can almost hear him processing your words, feel the concern threading through the line. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft, careful. "You talked to her?" he asks, his tone gentle yet laced with worry. "What happened?"

His question hangs in the air, pulling at your heartstrings, inviting you to pour out the torrent of emotions swirling inside you. And for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel like you can breathe, even if just a little, knowing that someone is there to catch you as you fall.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, a futile attempt to push back the tears that threaten to spill over. Your heart is pounding in your chest, a heavy, uneven rhythm that matches the chaos in your mind. When you open your eyes again, you force yourself to focus on the road, blinking rapidly to clear the blurriness from your vision. You suck in a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself, to find some semblance of calm amidst the storm raging inside you.  

"It was about my man-child of a brother again," you start, your voice wavering as you speak. Each word feels like a shard of glass, cutting through the tightness in your throat. "She wanted me to...to fucking drop everything and take care of his mess again. He crashed the damn car, and she’s not even mad at him. She was actually more pissed at me for not wanting to drive him everywhere." The bitterness in your tone is unmistakable, tinged with a raw edge of frustration that’s been simmering for far too long. "And I just...I couldn’t take it anymore, Lix. I told her I’m done. I told her I wasn’t coming back."  

Your breath hitches, and a sob finally breaks free, raw and unrestrained, as you come to a stop at a red light. The tears you've been holding back spill over, warm and unwelcome, streaking down your cheeks. "But what if I made a mistake? What if I’m wrong?" you choke out, the words heavy with doubt and fear. "I mean, they are my family at the end of the day, and I’m nothing without them. What if I...what if I shouldn’t have done this?"  

On the other end of the line, you hear a soft rustling, a familiar sound that brings a small measure of comfort. You know he’s moving, pacing like he always does when he’s worried. Felix’s voice comes through, steady and gentle, like a lifeline. "Hey, hey, take a breath for me, hmm?" he murmurs, his tone soothing. "Just breathe. In and out, yeah? I’m right here."  

You try to follow his instructions as you ease off the brake, the traffic lights changing to green. You take a deep breath in, filling your lungs, and then let it out, but the exhale is shaky, faltering, as if your body is resisting the calm he’s trying to instill. The tears keep flowing, unchecked, but his voice remains a steady anchor amidst the turbulent sea of your emotions.  

"You did the right thing, love," he continues, his voice firm with conviction—a conviction you desperately need to hear right now. "You’ve been dealing with their bullshit for so long. Too long. You deserve to let it go. You deserve to be free of it all."  

Without much thought, you turn the car to the right, feeling the pull of his reassurance guiding you, even if you’re not quite sure where you’re going. "But what if...what if Mom’s right?" you whisper, your voice trembling with uncertainty. "What if I am being selfish? I just...I grew up with this rule in my head that family always helps family, so what if I’m being a shitty person by refusing?"  

For a moment, there’s a pause, a breath of silence that hangs in the air, heavy with all the questions and fears you can’t quite voice. Felix’s next words are gentle, but they cut through that fog with a clarity that brings you back from the edge. "You’re not selfish," he says quietly but firmly. "Sometimes, family isn't about blood; it’s about who stands by you, who sees you. And you’ve been standing on your own for a long time. It’s okay to want more than just survival."  

Tears spill down your cheeks, hot and unrelenting, blurring your vision as they cascade over your skin. You press the heel of your hand against your eyes, trying to stem the flow, but it’s like trying to dam a river with a single stone—futile. The weight of everything, the argument, the years of silent endurance, crashes over you in waves, threatening to pull you under. With a shaky breath, you pull onto the side of the road, the tires crunching over gravel, and the car comes to a halt. 

"I’m scared, Lix," you confess, your voice breaking, small and fragile as it escapes you. "I’m scared that I’ll regret this." The words hang in the air, and for a moment, it feels like the world is holding its breath with you. Your heart is a clenched fist in your chest, squeezing tighter with each passing second. 

Then, his voice breaks through the silence—a warm, comforting presence that feels like a soft embrace, wrapping around you when you need it most. "You won’t," he says, his tone gentle yet firm, a soothing balm for your frayed nerves. "You know why, huh? Because you’re finally choosing yourself. And that’s not something to regret, not ever. Love, I’m not trying to say it’ll be easy from now on, but you deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved for who you are, not for what you can do for someone else."

A shaky breath escapes your lips, and the tightness in your chest starts to loosen, if only a little. His words are like a lifeline, grounding you, pulling you back from the edge of your doubts. Deep down, beneath the fear and the uncertainty, you know he’s right. You’ve carried this weight for so long that it feels strange to think of setting it down. But his words are a steady anchor, keeping you from drifting away. 

"Can I come over?" you ask, your voice almost a whisper, raw and vulnerable. "I don’t... I don’t want to be alone right now." The admission feels like exposing a wound, but with Felix, it’s okay. It’s always been okay.

There isn’t a moment of hesitation before he responds, his voice filled with that unwavering reassurance you’ve come to rely on. "Of course. I’m not home right now, but I was already on my way from class, so I’ll meet you there, okay? Just stay on the phone with me until I get there. We’ll figure everything out together."  

You nod, even though he can’t see you, feeling a small, tired smile tug at the corners of your lips. There’s still a lingering ache in your heart, but it’s softer now, more manageable. "Thank you, babe," you whisper, the words heavy with gratitude and love. 

"Always," he murmurs back, his voice a soft promise that settles deep within you. "Just keep breathing, sunshine. I’ve got you. I always will."

With his voice still in your ear, you restart the car, feeling his presence as a guiding light through the darkness that’s clouded your path for so long. The road stretches out before you, uncertain and unfamiliar, but with Felix by your side—even if only through the phone—it doesn’t seem quite so daunting. 

For the first time in what feels like years, there’s a flicker of something warm blooming in your chest. Hope. Fragile, tentative, but undeniably there. And for now, that’s enough.

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I just found you and I am actually in love

Do you think you could do a felix x reader with mommy issues like her mom just a very manipulative peice of a shit and felix just comforts her

I'm currently writing something like it btw so just as a little warning it might persuade you to not want to write it and thats fine but I really hope you do cause I would love to read your version of it 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi 🤭 you're so cute, thank you for the support!

So, I hope this was what you were looking for! I totally understand the pain of mommy issues (I have them, too), but I do also know what it's like to finally start letting go of them. It's a long, hard road with a lot of relapses but it's always worth it.

Please tag me when you post your version of it! I'm very curious to read it! ── ( 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 )

──── * ˚ ✦ THE LAST STRAW

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ) 3.5k

Skz makes a bet on you Maknae Line

Pairing: OT8 SKZ x f!Reader

Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities. I think that abt it

Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them

A.N: Not proof read at all and this is the maknae line to the previous one. Both part twos will be coming out soo I promise🤭

Parts: Hyung Line Part 2

HAN JISUNG It was his birthday and you were more than happy to surprise him. The members were in on it too. To suddenly stop during practice and sit him down.

For the whole day you were preparing. Making a cheesecake for him and baking a cake for the rest of the members. You decorated the cheesecake in some little quokka cake pops. After you were done, you began cooking his favorite meals and packing them up. When all the cooking, making, and cooking was done, you found that you had more time on your hands. So you felt the need to clean the house so it’d be all tidy when he got back.

You checked the time before heading out. The house was clean, food was ready, now all you needed to do was get a gift and drive to the company. As you strolled through the store a very particular item caught your eye. A small clip earring with a feather at the end. It was perfect. Jisung always called you his, quote on quote, “Little Dove.”

So you grabbed it and put it in a little box with a bow.

You drove to the company excitedly. Giving the food to the staff before making your way to the practice room. You were just about to step in when you heard it. The color drained form your face and the excitement you held earlier, gone.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year since me and y/n started dating and we made that bet.” You heard your boyfriend say.

Bang Chan tried to stop him. “Jisung, I think—”

“You guys have to remember! We made a bet to see if I could pull y/n. Y’all made me go up to her and ask if she wanted to date me because she seemed lonely and if she agreed then I’d get 20 bucks from each of y’all.”

You could hear the boys try to stop him since they knew you were here but it was too late. They turned to see the door to the practice room slowly creak open. Standing there with the cake in your hands and tears in your eyes.

“Happy Birthday, Baby.” You said as tears fell from your eyes. Quickly wiping them away since it was supposed to be a happy occasion. Placing the cake into a staff members hands, you shoved the box into your pocket. “I-I-I guess I’ll give you what you want for your birthday gift.” You turned and ran as far as you can. Dropping the gift into the trash can on your way out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE FELIX He knew you were this insecure so how could he say that. You’d always hated your figure since before you could remember. Whenever you met someone new, that was the first thing they noticed. The size of your body. You hated the way you looked but Felix always told you different. He made you believe you were as beautiful as you are and you slowly gained your confidence.

That was until today. The confidence he helped you build, he tore down himself.

Today, you came home a bit earlier than usual. When walking through the door, you announced your arrival but Felix was nowhere in sight. You could hear the slight mumbling coming from another room. You had forgotten. He had told you that Minho was coming this morning.

After taking off your shoes and hanging your coat, you walked over to the door. Just so happening to hear what they were conversing. The cat-like boy began first. “You remember that bet we made?”

“Hmm?” Your boyfriend replied.

“You’ve got to give it to me that you and y/n started dating in the first place.” “Ohhh!!! That’s what you’re talking about. The bet, right?”

“Yeah, when I told you I’d give you one hundo if you got the fat girl’s number. Now it’s been two years since you guys started dating.” Too immersed in your own shock, you dropped the items you were holding. Tears filled your eyes. Both, Felix and Minho’s, heads jerked in your direction.

“Y/n? How long have you been standing there?” Felix asked you in a panic.

“N-not long…”

You picked up your things from the floor, reput on your shoes and coat, grabbed your keys, and headed out the door. You didn’t know if you could stay any longer. You felt hurt to hear that. He helped you through your insecurities just to make it worse than before he arrived. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN Your whole world fell apart. And so did your oh so perfect relationship with Seungmin.

It was just a petty argument that came from stress and the lack of sleep but it still hurt you. It actually hurt more than you thought it would. But what hurt most of all was what you had to find out.

Seungmin returned home after tour extremely tired so you did your best. You made sure he had every meal and wasn't overwhelmed. But apparently, you didn't do enough. He began to berate you for even the smallest things and it tore your heart apart.

One day, as you laid on the bed the two of you shared, he slammed the bedroom door open. You flinched and looked up at him. A little bit annoyed you asked, "The hell was that for?"

He sighed and glared at you.

"You want to know? This comeback has been stressful and all you do is lay in bed all day. You never clean around the house even though you're only doing a part-time job. I mean seriously, are you just going to be that FUCKING LAZY!?"

You looked at him in disbelief. Never in a million years did you ever expect to see this side of him.

"I literally just got done cooking and came to lay on the bed. I was waiting for YOU to get home. I washed our clothes, folded them, put them away, then cleaned around the house. I did all this because I know you like your place tidy. Plus, a clean space is better for the mind."

"You call this clean!? It looks like a pigsty." You felt the tears blazing at the corner of your eyes. "Don't fucking say that. I'm trying my best to not say anything right now." "Say it then!!" He yelled. You huffed and turned away not wanting to argue any longer. "Yeah... turn away like you always do. I should've just left you as a bet. Never loved you in the first place."

It was a slip of the tongue. He didn't mean it. Or did he? Either way, it hurt you. Seungmin knew he was wrong but didin't want to admit itin the heat of the moment.

You turned to face him, finally letting the tears out. "Fuck you..." Was all you said before grabbing your phone and leaving the house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YANG JEONGIN It was accidental. Jeongin was so flustered in the moment that he confessed everything to you. He didn't intend for you to find out like this but how else were you suppose to?

The both of you were at dinner with the other members. They all teased Jeongin for being such a simp for you. You just chuckled at their antics. It was cute to see the youngest member get teased by his hyungs and you were glad to witness it all in first person.

Jeongin, being fed up, accidentaly let it slip.

"Well it was because you guys made a bet with me that if I could pull y/n then y'all would buy me the new Bruno Mars album."

Everyone went silent as you slowly faced him. "What did you say..?"

Jeongin immediately placed a hand over his mouth. Tears brimmed your eyes. You stood up, excusing yourself. "I-I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick." None of them even tried to stop you. They knew that they'd be devastated in your situation too.

Were you being a little dramatic? The answer was yes. You could've heard Jeongin out instead of hiding in the bathroom. But at this point, you weren't so sure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ taglist: @lolareadsimagines @garrixer-06 @bandolls @chansbabygirlsstuff @camilagonzalex @mariteez @beccaskz

Maknae Line!Skz stood you up on a date

Pairing: Maknae Line!skz x gn!reader Genre: Angst, fluff/comfort, idk Warnings: Nothing much but maybe a little cursing and mentions of insecurities Song rec: Fine - Taeyeon A.N: Requested by 🧈anon, sry this took so long😭 on top of being a student, I just procasinate a lot. Will this have a part 2? idk but we'll c

HAN JISUNG Jisung said that he reserved an expensive restaurant for the two of you to enjoy. But maybe you misheard it and he said for only you to enjoy. Sure you could say it's being too dramatic since he's only late for about thirty minutes. You would like to say that too. If he didn't leave you sitting at a restaurant ordering random plates to await his arrival for two hours. You were getting impatient. You couldn't sit here for much longer or you'd be kicked out. Five minutes, you said. If he didn't show up in the next five minutes, you'd leave.

Spoiler alert, much to your dissappointment, he didn't show up. So you had to pay for the dinner and leave a tip as a "sorry for wasting your time." It ticked you off. For the first time since he got back from tour, this was the date. But he couldn't even show up. It absolutely pissed you off. As you were leaving the restaurant, you got a text. Looking at your phonescreen, it read, Hanji💞

"Sorry I couldn't make it, Bubs."

ping

"I'll make it up to you."

ping

"LOVE YOU😘"

You felt the tears well up in your eyes. This was suppose to be a makeup date. So why were you now walking home in the rain? The soft pitter patter of the rain was doing a good job of covering the sounds of your shattering heart and ugly sobs. All the efforts you put into this date for it not to work out. You even went shopping for a dress just for this occassion. Now it's drenched from the rain.

When you finally got home, it was dark. "Guess he's not home yet." You thought out loud. Suddenly the lights came on and Jisung came from behind the couch.

"Surprise!" He shouted with a cake in his hands. His jolly behavior instantly switched to worry when he saw you in your condition. "B-baby, what's wrong."

Bursting into tears, you crouched down and covered your face with your hands. He also crouched down and held your face, making you look up at him. 

"I'm sorry, Bubs. Don't cry."

"I thought- I thought that you didn't care about me anymore. Like you forgot me. O-or you possibly didn't love me anymore." 

He looked at you guiltily, knowing he's the reason you felt this way. He felt so bad. So he gently place an arm below your knees and the other around your shoulders. Slowly lifting you up and carrying you over to the restroom. 

"Ji! What are you doing!?"

He just shot you a fond yet cheeky smile. Gently removing your articles of clothing. "Jisung... w-wait."

"I gotta make it up to my baby girl somehow." Then he lifted you into the tub. "What were you thinking, Love? What did you think I was gonna do to you?"

Your cheeks flushed a bright pink. "N-nothing!" He chuckled and kissed your temple. "If I was gonna do that, I would've taken you to the bedroom. Don't you think?" No doubt, your ears were most definitely red now. "Whatever..." You mumbled as Jisung filled the tub with warm water. "What was that? I didn't hear you." He teased.

You just crossed your arms and ignored him. Even though, secretly inside, you were more than content with this new memory you'd be holding dear for the rest of your life. ~~~ LEE FELIX Today, you and Felix were supposed to have a home date. A little baking session for the two of you. You went out and bought all the ingredients that were missing. Even though you usually had all of them because of how much the both of you loved to bake. 

Except on this date, Felix was running a little late. If he couldn't make it then he would've found some kind of way to inform you. But you haven't got a single text or call from him in the past hour and a half.

You stayed up for a couple of hours waiting for him. It was already half past midnight and sleep was beginning to take over. With a heavy sigh, you headed to bed. But when you got there, you couldn't fall asleep.

All through the night, you twisted and turned and even counted sheep. You couldn't fall asleep though. 

When you lost all hope, you heard Felix tiptoe to the bedroom door and silently slip into bed. You pretended to be sleeping, not wanting to worry him. It wasn't long before he fell asleep and that's when you arose. You could smell the foul odor of alcohol on your boyfriend and it made you- Well not exactly upset but disappointed.

After grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you made your way to the guest bedroom. The time read, 3:48 a.m. You cried to your heart's content. He'd leave you second-guessing yourself just to turn up drunk. It wasn't until the sun rose that you finally fell asleep.

Felix woke up with his head banging from all sides. He knew he shouldn't have drank that much last night. But that was the least of his concerns. You weren't lying beside him. Where'd you go? His mind changed when he saw the time though. It was nearly afternoon. 

He got up to get himself coffee when he saw the baking ingredients and utensils scattered everywhere. Fuck, he cursed himself. That's why you weren't there.

"Y/n?" Felix called out. If you were mad at him you'd sleep anywhere but your shared bedroom. So he figured that you'd be in the guestroom.

When he made it there, you were still out like a light. He gently laid down beside you and wrapped his arms around you. This motion woke you up and you almost leaned into his touch. But remembering why you slept here in the first place, made you scoot away. Felix didn't let you get away though. He only pulled you closer and held you tighter.

"Why weren't you by my side this morning? Why are you sleeping in the guestroom?"

Silence.

"I woke up in a cold bed."

Silence.

"Are you just going to ignore me?"

Silence.

Felix nuzzled his nose into your neck. This would usually make you laugh but in these circumstances, you were too disappointed to. Your boyfriend softly sighed.

"I'm sorry, Love. I know, I know I was supposed to have a date with you last night. But I was dumb and I forgot. I went out drinking instead. Then I left you at home, worried that I got into some kind of trouble. I'm sorry that I upset you. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

You turned around to face him. "I'm not upset. Just disappointed." You placed your face on his chest. Your boyfriend could feel the tears dampen his shirt.

"I know, Love. I'm sorry." Felix gently rocked you until you both eventually fell back asleep. 

When the two of you awoke, he definitely made it up to you. You finally had the date you'd been waiting for.

"You're not allowed to stand me up on a date again."

"Yes m'lady." He said as he bowed.

You softly chuckled. One step backwards and two steps forward. That's the positive version of the phrase and you'd like to keep it that way. ~~~ KIM SEUNGMIN According to your Bumble date, he wanted to meet at 11:00 a.m. sharp at the small cafe by the amusement park. So where was he when it's already 2:00 p.m.? You thought you were running late when you showed up at 12 instead of 11. But he's not even here yet. For context, he's Kim Seungmin, age 23, and a hotshot. Were you being impatient? No. You've been waiting for two hours.

But then you began to overthink. What if he already left because you arrived late and he probably thought you stood him up. No way... right? Time was ticking away and before you knew it, it was almost already 4. You decided to leave before one of the workers got fed up with you ordering coffee after coffee.

Well considering that you were already here, might as well go to the amusement park. 

As you turned down the road you felt a hand gently grasp your wrist. You turned around in shock. There Seungmin stood with a guilty smile. You were a bit confused. He just so happened to appear as soon as you were ready to leave.

"Umm... hey." He said nervously. "Oh, sorry!" Seungmin dropped your hand and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "I was supposed to come sooner but I completely forgot. Actually, no! That makes me sound stupid. I was just really nervous."

You just stood there, not sure of what to say. "Okay..." You held out the last syllable.

"Shit. Fuck. Sorry. I'm leaving a really bad impression on you, aren't I." He awkwardly chuckled before continuing. "What I meant to say was, I was too shy to meet you. Umm... I worked really hard on my look. I even got a haircut. The outfit! I spent a lot of time choosing it. I wasn't sure what you liked. When I was done, I saw that I was running late but I still had to drive for an hour. When I got here, I was so sure that you left because what kind of asshole leaves their date alone for 3 hours. But when I saw you still waiting for me I got nervous again because you look stunning. Then I felt like I didn't look good enough and all the time and effort I put into my look couldn't compare to yours. So I was stuck in my car contemplating why I thought I could come. But then I saw you leaving and you were too good to lose. So I chased after you and here we are. I must be talking too much, especially about myself. And you must think I'm a klutz or something."

Seungmin slowly looked up at you. "Sorry, I've been rambling. Do I... seem like a klutz to you?"

And here you were thinking that it was you. You began to chuckle, nodding your head. His face dropped. 

"Oh God... am I really that bad?"

You shook your head. "No. In fact, you're everything I've been searching for. Who would ever think a good-looking guy like yourself would get this nervous meeting a girl for the first time?"

"Oh." He said stunned, making you laugh more.

"Well would you like to make it up to me instead of standing here looking so clueless?"

Seungmin immediately nodded his head. He was quite the guy considering his looks.

"Then take me to the amusement park up the road and I'll forgive you."

Safe to say, he was an amazing guy and an amazing date. The two of you were only able to enjoy for about three hours but it was enough for you to know, 

"I'll love him for the rest of my life." ~~~ YANG JEONGIN After putting on your finishing touches of makeup, you were ready to head out the door. You had already calculated. Taking the bus there would take about thirty minutes so you need to get going before 12:30 because Jeongin wanted to meet by 1 o'clock. 

When you arrived, you were only waiting for about five minutes when you got a text from him.

"Sorry"

"Can't come."

"I'll make it up to you later."

"Promise🤞🏻"

You sighed and texted back,

"Ok👌🏻"

 It wasn't like Jeongin to cancel on a date. But you already put all this effort into showing up, maybe you should just roam around a bit. Just as you were about to leave, you got another text.

"Okay, now I feel bad especially since we haven't been on a date in forever😞"

The text made you chuckle a bit.

"It's fine Innie😭"

"No it's not😡"

You couldn't stop laughing to yourself as you read the messages. Your boyfriend only continued to send more texts, feeling the need to explain himself.

"Now, I didn't want to cancel the date."

ping

"But I have a bit of a problem.🤏🏻"

ping

"Well maybe not a bit."

ping

"More like 7 problems.🙄"

ping

*attachment sent*

It was a photo of the boys following Jeongin around. Trying to get intel on this date of his. Of course they'd want to know who their maknae was dating. They were all wearing funny disguises and trying to hide themselves every time Jeongin took a photo. Bang Chan would try to hide behind a lamppost or a wall. Hyunjin pretending to read a newspaper. Changbin, for some reason, pretended to work out in the middle of the street. Minho pretended to walk one of his cats as if he wasn't holding Soonie in his arms the whole time. The rest of them dressed as ahjummas and turned to talk in a group like they aren't following Jeongin. Jeongin had a little pout on his face.

ping

"These dodo birds won't stop following me🤢🤬 and I don't want to get you involved.😞"

The people around you probably thought you were crazy. You were full on losing your shit as you viewed the photos.

"I think they just love you, Innie😘🥰😍"

ping

"Because I'm just that good🤧"

"Whatever you say🥱"

ping

"Do you not agree😢"

Then you left him on read.

ping

"HEY!😡"

ping

"I CAN LITERALLY SEE YOU READING THIS😤"

ping

"ANSWER ME!🤬"

Welp. You'll respond when he makes up for the date.

Found all three drafts for a poly chanlix series I had an idea for (Not Alaskan Californian Kings). It borders on pwp a lot so the over 50% of people who voted for that in the poll, you’ll definitely get it.

Lemme know what you think🫶🏽

My other chanlix stuff can be found here

felix x reader x chan 18+ only, minors dni themes: suggestive, bit of dacryphilia, some comfort

[1:56] It’s about 2 a.m. when you realize Chan’s warmth isn’t near you anymore. You look around the dark room only making out the cracked door with fairly bright light seeping in. It’s a bit strange as Chan always turns off all the lights at night. Even if he’s awake he tries to turn on as few as possible so as not to disturb you.

You slip from under the covers. Sliding your feet into slippers, you quietly go to look for Chan. As soon as you leave the room, you hear hushed voices. He’s obviously not alone. Not too strange as the members pop in whenever, especially since some of them have developed sleepless habits from their insomniac leader.

It becomes clear this isn’t a normal visit as the sound of sobbing becomes clear. As you enter the living room you see a sad felix hunched over. Chan has a hand on his back trying in vain to calm the younger man. From his wet chest you can tell he had been holding him for quite sometime before now.

Almost on autopilot, you rush over only to be stopped by your boyfriend’s hand. He shakes his head as if not wanting you to get involved but you can’t help it. 

“Lixxie” you call. He looks up quickly, face red and wet with so many shed tears. He looks at you for a second before his face crumbles. Your heart clenches painfully at the sight. You had only been a few steps away when Chan stopped you so it takes only one long stride to grab him in your arms.

He wraps his arms around you, holding tight as he sobs into your stomach. His whole body shakes with emotion. His breathing grows uneven and you soothe his back whispering to “Breathe for me. Deep breaths” Chan’s hand soothed his lower back as well. He looked on, almost seeming in pain at the despair of one of his boys.

He finally pulls back to look up at you again. You crouch down and hold his cheek as he only looks at you, almost in quiet awe. You see him looking over your features with those pretty sparking eyes. They look even prettier with those crystalline tears. You swallow the thoughts quite literally. “Fel-”

He kisses you before you can finish. It feels almost unreal at first. Despite the speed at which he moved to claim your lips, it was soft like you had shamefully imagined many times over. After a moment(you’re honestly unsure just how long, but definitely longer than you should have) you pull back. You blink incredulously at him before looking over to Chan. Though it somehow felt like just you and Felix were in the room, that was still far from the case. Your boyfriend sat there watching you indulge in another man. His friend. His emotionally vulnerable friend.

But looked back at you calmly. “Chan”

“It’s ok. Make him feel better baby. Doesn’t he deserve it?” His words were spoken surely and sincerely. And by the raise of his brow, that question was not rhetorical.

You looked back to the boy whose face you were now holding at a small distance. His soft eyes were pleading with you but were also curious of your answer, wanting to mask the sadness. He needed this.

“Of course he deserves it. He’s a good boy.”

Felix Makes Three: 01

chapter: morning talks

❧ synopsis. the morning after, talking is important between the three of you

❧ pairing. bang chan x reader x felix

❧ word count. 1.9k ⁣

❧ themes. cutie felix, polyamory, nervous almost boyfriends  

Waking up with the feel of a different body next to you was a bit strange. 

Not in a bad way. The body you were used to was on the other side of him as you sat up.

Chan begins to stir on the other side. He stretches before mirroring you. “Mornin.”

You smile, taking in his appearance. He always looks good in the morning but this was a little different. His hair, the marks, and the messy bedding around him all made you think about the previous night.

It finally happened last night. Felix stayed after the others left, lending time to make things happen. And happen they did.

Chan kissed him. Then with his flustered and confused glance towards you, you kissed him.

Pulled hair. Bitten skin. Bruised hips. Loud voices.

It finally happened. 

However, you could tell by the more tense smile on his face that something was on his mind.

Tilting your head, he knew what you were going to ask. “just…do you think he got it?”

You both glanced back. The angelic figure between you was still fast asleep. Messy blonde hair was all you could see. “How could he not?”

A sigh came out before he explained. “We didn’t exactly talk about anything.”

“Everyone was doing alot of avoiding on each side.” you raised a brow at him, he knew what you were referring to. “So we went with the showing rather than telling first.”

“But how do we know?” He flopped back on the bed, bouncing Felix slightly with the force.

You shifted to look at his distressed form. “We still have to talk about it but I think the ice is more than broken.”

Chan sighs heavily, the topic obviously weighing heavily already. “I need to get up. I should go to the stud-”

“No” you shut it down quickly. “You should probably be here when he wakes up, and if you go to the studio you won’t be back until tomorrow.” He nods, knowing you're right.

“Maybe I should make breakfast. Something special!” He muses to himself as he swings his legs over the side of the bed. He pulls on comfy pants from the floor excitedly, thanks to whatever is going on in his head.

“No no something normal is fine. Don’t cook when you're stressed, it leads to bad things,” you say, pulling on a shirt from your side of the floor. Sliding to sit back under the covers, you realize he isn’t listening anymore.

He brainstorms options at you(not with you) then claps excitedly before pausing. “I didn’t wake him did I?” You look over. Barely catching the blonde closing his eyes back, you smile at Chan “Nope, still in lalaland.”

“Ok! I’m gonna make something delicious.”

Though you highly doubt that, he leaves and you wait a moment.

“Ok he’s gone.”

Felix opens one eye first before opening both with a soft pout.

“What wrong, Lixxie?” a soft hand strokes his hair.

“I’m scared where we go from here.” You guess he must have woken up around breakfast talk, completely missing Chan’s distress.

“I don’t know why either of you are so worried. You know, wherever we go it’ll be together.”

“Yeah..but I want it to be together together.”

“Yeah, me too. That’s why Chan is up nervously making you breakfast so he doesn’t stay in bed fidegting and wake you up.”

“Really?”

You shift to fully face him resting your head on your knees. “Do you know how long it took to convince him to just brooch the subject with you? He was convinced you would hate him and feel uncomfortable around him. The thought alone made him cry.”

“Oh hyung” he mumbled teary eyed at the thought of his best friend crying.

“We considered that this would be a one and done for you. I prepped him for that possiblity just in case but…”

“But?”

“But I know you. Even before you said you want us to be “together together” i knew you felt the way we did.” your hand softly cards through his hair as his eyes close. Two little tear drops fall from this but he wears a smile. The door opens and you both look over.

“Baby, I need he-” Chan sticks his head in but stops as he notices Felix is awake. “Lix! I didn’t wake you did I?”

He smiles. “No, don’t worry.”

“Oh, good!” Chan still seems worried but is satisfied enough to get back to the matter at hand. He’d somehow forgotten a step in his pancakes but not wanting to start over. You sighed as you stood up. Putting on your slippers, you looked back to Felix. “You rest. I’ll fix this then let you know when things are edible again.”

He watched you follow Chan out to fix his stress mistake. As he layed in the big bed that smelled mainly like Chan, he listened to the sounds from outside the door. The laughter and happiness made his heart want this all the time.

He was still unsure that the universe could actually give him something this good but he would take it for as long as he could.

Jealousy Jealousy

Felix x fem!reader

Category: angst, fluff

Just wanted to make a one-shot short story

Love you all!

xoxo

Rachel

(by the way, mine requests are open, so ask whatever you want!)

You were making your way at the grocery store, when you accidently bumped into someone. It was a boy, maybe a better word is a man. He was quit tall, black hair, plump lips, and actually very attractive. The man was very friendly and started a conversation with you. You two kinda clicked at first sight. You were laughing at his jokes and blushing at his compliments, not knewing Felix was just watching you two with rage.

You could say that Felix was your personal stalker, even tho you didn't know he was your personal stalker. He was someone clingy, who always hugged you, who you met almost everywhere you went. It never came to mind he might be following you all day long.

Felix was angry, ofcourse not at you. You were his little princess. He was mad at that man. He couldn't deny that he was very handsome, but you were his. He would never let you go, where you went, he would keep an eye to you.

When he saw that you two exchanged phone numbers, he tried to cover his eyes. He couldn't look at you both. He doesn't want to look ever at these kinds of moments. He had an idea. An idea that would change your perspective on him, that would change both of your lifes. In a good way ofcourse.

You were leaving the grocery store, walking towards you car. Loading everything in the back of your car and driving off. Felix knew where you lived, so following you wasn't the biggest case on this moment. He waited for 3 minutes, and than he started his car and drive off. He drove a little bit further from your living place, so he wouldn't be suspicious.

He texted you something first. Just so you could think about him, for the next last hours in your house.

-Sunshine-

<Heyy mon amor, how are you doing?>

You always found it kind off strange he called you mon amor, but it was Felix. What does it matter?

-Me-

<I am doing great sunny>

-Sunshine-

<Thats great to hear, goodnight senorita>

-Me-

<Hhahahha, goodnight sunny>

He knew there was a key, under a rock in your front garden. So it was easy to get in your house. Your house was very neat. He didn't even trip once. Luckily your stairs didn't make any sounds when you step on it. Silently he could reach your bedroomdoor.

There was still a light, so he decided to wait infront of you door. Suddenly you opened your door, but because your door opened to the right, you couldn't see him.

You went to the bathroom, to brush your teeth and do your skincare. Enough time for him to go towards you bedroom and hide under your bed. He was waiting for a while untill you came.

Maybe 30 minutes later you finally entered your bedroom again. You covered yourself with your cozy blankets. He could smell some of your rose body oil. You were scrolling a bit through instagram. Finally you did your lamp off and fell asleep.

He came out under your bed and stood for a moment still. He looked at you, how beautifull you looked. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to hug you and cuddle with you. He wanted to have you in his arms. But on this time he couldn't... yet.

He had a tissue with some smell on it, that smell could knock you off for some couple hours. He putted his hand on your cheek and whispered: First i've got to do this, honey.'

He putted the tissue on your nose, so you could smell everything and that it would be affective. He could see that it worked, because your arms felt more calmer and rested.

It didn't took him that long to bring you from your bedroom towards his car. He loved to have you in his arms. Your hair tickling his cheek. Your beautifull lips, everything was beautifull.

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You opened your eyes and yawned big. You looked around and your face went pale. This isn't mine bedroom, where am i?! What happend?! Did someone kidnap me?! You jumped out of the bed, but then Felix walked inside.

<You're up!>

<What... what am i doing here?!>

<Honey, relax>

<What-t>

<You heard me baby>

<Stop... calling me that>

<Why would i?>

<You know what, why am i in your bedroom?!>

<You never accepted mine love for you, Y/N.>

He walked closer to you, so close that your back bumped into the wall.

<What do you mean?>

<Y/N, i love you so much, but this is the only option for you to be mine>

<You are scaring me, Felix.>

<Don't be, baby>

<Can i leave, please?>

<Oh, no no no no, baby.>

<I want to leave.>

<I am afraid i cannot do that.>

<Let me go, Felix.>

He came closer, one hand he placed on the wall and the other on your cheek.

<I cannot let go off you Y/N.>

Your eyes started to tear up. His face went from serious to loveable.

<Don't cry, please, Y/N. I want you to be safe, with me, forever.>

He hugged you tightly, your tears felt on his blouse.

<Cry everything out, you are safe with me.>

You felt something in your heart. A sudden feeling when you looked at him. You saw something in him you never saw before. You actually felt safe with him.

He tilted your chin up. His eyes were shining, just like the sun. He brought his lips on your. The kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue slipping a bit in your mouth.

<I love you so much Y/N.>

Those words made your heart shrinck.

He leaded you on the bed and pinned you on the matress. He just kissed you full mouthed. Your hands were around his neck. You could feel every inch of him. Finally he seperated his lips. His arms went towards your waist and he hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him, you could feel his heart beat. You could smell his parfume. You wanted to stay like this forever.

𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎

"Can we stop playing this game, Felix?" You question. You're tired now, of all the chasing, the never getting together, the compliments and then the insults, the fights and then hugging and pretending that it never happened.

"What game?" He questions back, tilting his head slightly to the side with that stupid innocent smile of his that made you fall for him in the first place. When you didn't know it was fake, that is. (inspired by this drabble I wrote)

PAIRING: Lee Felix x Reader (ft. Slight Changbin x Reader)

GENRE: Song-inspired fic (psycho- red velvet) (and inspired by dlc mv! Felix for some reason)

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

WARNINGS: Suggestive themes, contains dark themes like toxic relationships, manipulation, love bombing, possessiveness, jealousy and more. (I mean have you the heard the song this is inspired from?) If any of these themes make you uncomfortable, do not continue reading.

SYNOPSIS: You and Felix are in a very weird and strange relationship. If you can even call it a 'relationship' that is.

"Will you atleast hear me out!?" You almost shouted as soon as you entered his apartment. "Felix!" You hold his wrist to stop him from walking away as his back is to you. He turns around to look you into eyes and his eyes are so cold. He snatches his wrist from your hold without another word. "Oh my God, can you atleast stop ignoring me?" You finally shout now, no longer able to contain yourself.

"What do you want?" He asks in an irritated tone, whirling around to face you again.

"Just hear me out." You try to say calmly again.

"And why the fuck should I do that, huh?" He walks towards you at a fast pace and you back off until you're against the wall, with him directly in front of you, his gaze sharp. "I don't want to hear how you almost fucked your ex while I wasn't here." He said in a low voice harshly. Coming even closer to your face.

"He isn't my ex. And I didn't almost fuck him." You reply.

"Just because you tell a fucking lie, doesn't make it true."

"I'm not lying."

"What else explains you almost sitting in his lap while touching and staring at his lips like a pathetic bitch who has never kissed anyone?" He sounded so mean and condescending and you knew it was intentional. You didn't know if it made it better or worse though.

You gritted your teeth at his tone but tried to remain rational and calm to give him the explanation of what actually happened but fuck, if wasn't he making it difficult as hell. "He got into a fight and busted his lip. I was just helping him clean that up as any good friend would."

"Friend." He scoffed after repeating the word. "Last I remembered you didn't just fuck your friends multiple times?"

"That was so long ago and 4 times isn't multiple times. And you should be the last person talking about fucking your friends."

"Care to repeat that?" He whispered while dropping his already low voice, lower. All the while making unflinching eye contact with you.

"I said, you should be the last person talking about fucking your friends."

"Gosh you really need to be disciplined, don't you? Acting like a fucking brat." He groaned. "And don't try to turn this around on me when you were the one who was caught almost cheating."

You scoffed at that. "What cheating really though, Felix? Last time I checked we weren't dating."

"Don't you dare bring that up at this time." He whispered and you could feel his breath on your lips.

"It's not my fault you're an insecure, paranoid and jealous asshole who thinks me even looking at other people is cheating. Atleast with my friends I don't have to walk on eggshells from the fear of making them upset over the most inconsequential of things."

"Oh so I not enough for you? Is that it?" He did a 180 on his attitude. Again. Now the whispers, the low voice and the sharp eyes were replaced with hushed mumbles, higher voice and the 'sad' eyes. "Is Changbin just so much better than me? Are you gonna leave me for someone else too?" He started talking so fast now, like he was getting anxious or something. Keyword: like. You had been with him long enough to know that Lee Felix did not show any emotion he didn't want to. Every smile, every frown, every expression was planned. As it had been from the very start. And when you finally realised that, it had been too late. You just weren't able to look away from his eyes now.

You sighed before saying what you had countless times in the past. "No, Lix. I'm not going to leave you okay? Just let this go now. And if you don't mind, maybe don't accuse me of cheating in the future when you know damn well I can't."

"Do you want to?" He questioned with a sharp tilt of his head.

"Want to what?"

"Cheat." He looked at you like he was fucking detective and not a dancer, analysing your every little move to see how you would respond.

"For fuck's sake, Felix! No I don't, alright!? You're the only person I want to be with, so now can you stop this?" You shivered from his gaze. Looking like he was so amused and just loving all of this. Like he did all this just to hear these exact words come out of your mouth. You were sure there was a trace of a smirk on his face. And you knew, for a moment, he had dropped his planned expression. Letting you see just what he wanted all along.

He sighed and snaked his arms around your waist. Burying his unfairly beautiful face into your hair while hugging you. Holding you so delicately. You wrap your arms around his neck in return.

"I'm so so sorry. I just messed up again, didn't I? I'm not perfect for you and I could never be. I shouldn't have said all that mean stuff to you, you know I didn't mean it, right? Right?" He asks again when you don't reply.

You roll your eyes, thankful for the fact that he can't see your face right now or he'd start another one of these acts. "Right, of course Felix, I know you didn't." You play with the fluffy blonde hair at his nape

"You still love me right?"

"Of course I do.

"You're not gonna say it?" Now he was just playing. Atleast he had calmed down now. You weren't in the position to ask for more after you almost kissed Changbin. You didn't like lying to him, but he sure loved it. Because he always knew when you were lying. Even now, you could feel it.

"I love you, Lix" Finally something you didn't have to lie about.

"I love you too, love" Love. The only word which had any meaning between you two at this point. Atleast you knew whenever he called you that, he was being geniune. No more games. He pecked your lips while smiling, his eyes turning into half crescent moons for the first and only time that night.

"Although i still have to discipline you for talking to me like that." He whispered lowly in your ear before going to kiss your neck softly. You were sure your neck was going to be littered with love bites now and you'll have to wear your turtleneck tomorrow while he'll question 'why is that? Do you not want other people to know that?' And you'll have to reply that it would awkward and embarrassing if others noticed. But that was a headache for tomorrow. For now you'll let yourself enjoy his soft fingers dipping lower and lower down your waist. Well atleast you get to have amazing sex out of all this. Although that was always a given when it came to Felix.

"I'll make sure that you are reminded of the taste of my lips every fucking time you even think of kissing another person. Let me remind you, who you really belong to."

Yeah you definitely were in a very weird and strange 'relationship'.

FELIX LEE MASTERLIST

KEY

❤️ - smut

💚 - suggestive

🧡 - fluff

💙 - angst

🖤 - dark

💜 - dom idol

🩵 - sub idol

🩷 - idol x reader

💛- idol x idol

Stray Kids masterlist

Main masterlist

Get to know me / request rules

Felix's kinks ❤️

Hyunjin and Felix's story (our story) 💚🧡💙💛

Be a good boy ❤️ 🩷🩵

You ruin me ❤️💛🩵 (ft Chan)

Click ❤️💙💛🩵 (ft Minho)

@kpop---scenarios Prompt. 11 for Felix, Ik the sketch is bad but please bear with me, and I wrote a little something to go with it but I’ve got no clue if it makes sense or not (I suck at writing stuff T_T) so…here it is😅

“We need to break up” He spoke up, trying to keep his tears at bay and voice steady

“Felix-” She spoke, taking a step towards him, but he took two back

“No”

“I won’t do it-” She tried to speak again , looking down at her bandaged wrist

“Won’t do it again? You’ve said that ever single time, I lost count at the 53rd time you said that, and that was two years ago “ He cut her off again, pain evident in his voice

“I’ll- I’ll get help! Please! Please don’t leave me” She cried trying to hold on to, desperate to make him stay, despite knowing that it was cruel to him

“No” He said, gently pushing her away, trying to convince himself more than her, trying to not give into her, not now, when he had finally made up his mind.

“Loving you hurts, it’s scary now. I can’t, I can’t love you anymore. I don’t want to. Not anymore.” He spoke

“Please…” She whispered , not knowing what to say, she knew anything she could say at this point, she had already said it before and none of it would work.

“You need to get help, you need to heal, care for and love yourself first, only then you’ll understand how much others love and care for you. I tried, I tried my best all these years to make you see that, to see how much I love yo- how much I loved you. But there’s nothing I do or say that makes a difference to you.” He let out, his voice thick with emotion and eyes shining with tears.

“It does-”

“No it doesn’t, Do you know how scared I am all the time? Every time you don’t pick up your phone or reply to texts I get scared that you might have done it again, and that by the time I reach you, you’d be gone. Every time I get a call from an unknown number I’m terrified that it might be the hospital calling to tell me that you were brought in A&E again. I loved you, I really did, but now, I can’t. I don’t have any more love left to give you.” He spoke, giving her a minute for it to settle in, and then he forced himself to leave. He knew he was hurting her by doing so but he needed to save himself first now or he’d break completely.

Where did it go wrong? Perhaps the very fact that they got together was wrong. Her mum had been right, all she knew was to break precious things, she had broken herself beyond repair and now she had done it to him too.