Hyunjins Smile

Jeongin, My Youth

Jeongin Masterlist°°MDNI. Divider by @cafekitsune <3

Fluff <🩷> Angst <❤️‍🩹> Smut <🤎> Drabble <📌>

SKZ when your period leaks through 📌 🩷

Perv Head-cannons! 🤎 📌

SKZ and your anxious tics 📌 🩷

SKZ and their favorite part of you 📌 🤎

SKZ with a Goth Partner 📌🩷

Vocalracha! With Piercings 🤎📌🩷

Pictures of

Bestie Jeongin

Jeongins Smile ✨

I'm glad to be included 🤎

1. Heyday by SKZ

2. Desire by Meg Myers

3. Heartbeat by 2pm

4. Darkness at the Heart of my Love by GHOST

5. Runway walk by demrick

Tags: @faunandfloraas @puppyplayhouse @bbokicidal @leenooooooo @writingforstraykids

rules :: when you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag people!

one take me home, ateez

two burning desire, lana del ray

three woke up, xg

four andromeda, gorillaz

five mmmh, kai

tags: @mingtinysworld | @hwakakeri | @songmingisthighs | @xuchiya // tagged whoever came to mind first sorry idk many people here .. 🫠 (not compulsory ofc ^^)

Pictures you'd take of your Ride or Die! Lee Felix 🐣

Skz With A Goth Friend/Partner! Reactions!

A/n: As a goth person, I really like this trope, but it’s extremely rare. Hope I don’t disappoint!

Summary: How they treat you as a person during their time with you.

Warnings: Language. I think that’s it. Enjoy! <3

Bangchan:

He treated you no different than he did anyone else. Underneath all of the makeup and accessories, you were human, too. He barely noticed it, honestly. He just saw you. He had that charm, making you fall for him. He bought you snacks and coffee, always being sure to also get you small goth keychains or charms for your bracelets. He didn’t mind it as much as strangers did.

When you first met him, it was by accident. You were auditioning at JYP, only to be turned down because you refused to abandon your style. Leaving, you ran into him, waiting to be judged with his gaze. Instead, you found a worried, warm gaze looking down at you, offering you a hand.

“Hey? You alright?”

Ever since then, you have been attached to his side. He became your support, and he was happy to claim that title. (#gothprotectorchan)

The first time he saw you without the makeup, he didn’t know who you were. And you let him reintroduced himself, and you finally told him, making him blush.

“Why would you do that, y/n!” He was so embarrassed. You reassured him that it didn’t bother you before you hugged him, getting ready to watch a movie.

Lee know:

He found it extremely attractive. He was all for people being real, and the way you presented yourself was screaming, ‘I am me, fuckers’.

He loved that he has never seen your bare face, because he knows that that isn’t your strongest version of you. If you could, he knew that you would tattoo your makeup permanently. He always stood by you, knowing the looks that you get. Fans even dared to ask him if you were his girlfriend, their faces disapproving, which upset him.

“What’s it matter if she Is? She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” He’d say before gazing at you with heart eyes.

He’d always stick up for you, and loved that you let him.

He also loved how feline your features were, the makeup only highlighting them more. You even had the attitude of one, making him smirk whenever you’d start chewing out one of his members for no reason.

He also loved the dramatic outfits. It made him feel the need to match you, making sure to look his best for you as you do for yourself.

Changbin:

He thought the look looked perfect on you, but preferred seeing your face without the makeup. He thought that the natural glow of your skin was gorgeous, but you assured him that with the makeup was when you were your true self.

He was your best friend because he was so supportive. He always made sure to get you things that reminded him of you, and your collection grew perhaps a bit too large.

Nearly everything reminded him of you.

You even tried battling him with rap and lost. A lot. But you didn’t mind. It was fun.

Whenever you walked past him, you made sure to point out how your healed boots made you taller than him, making him respond by stepping on the toe of your shoes, both of you laughing as Hyunjin watched the interaction with a confused expression.

You both had matching rings, black (of course), that you wore on your pinkies. He had never taken his off, even during performances. You took your off before bed, but putting it on was the first thing you did when you woke up.

Hyunjin:

When he first saw you, it was when he first debuted, not fully grown, and slightly awkward. The first thing he thought was, ‘fashion icon’. He saw how comfortable you were in your own skin, how your gaze pushed past the judgmental eyes glaring at you. He needed to befriend you immediately. Now, him being the king at Versace, he became a model alongside you after some convincing, and did duo shoots together.

He was known for being clingy when it came to you, and you both did everything together. He learned a lot fashion wise from you, and loved that you were still the same goth girl he met (hotter, now). Now, any picture he takes has you in it, whether it’s in the background, in the front, or not in the picture at least and he just tagged you.

You were his everything, and he even wants to be you. You were iconic. Your attitude towards the world was so different from his, and he loved that.

He would paint anything you asked for, no matter how disturbing, his mind not questioning it once. He loved and adored you, and would do anything to make you happy.

He even bought you a black rose bouquet, thinking of you when he saw them. Naturally, you loved them.

Han:

He would put a lot of focus on it, and even make jokes about it.

“Going to go brood at the edge of a swamp or something?”

“Jo Jo Siwa? Is that you?”

“Presenting…Emona Lisa!”

It didn’t bother you, though. You found it cute. He put a lot of focus on who you were, making sure people never forgot. He even went as far as to write a song about you, and the color of your soul. It touched your heart.

He would play with the fringe at some of your outfits when you sat next to each other, and loved to talk to you about your jewelry. You would even share at some points. He wore your cherry earrings for a performance, wanting you to see that he could be goth too (hA!). He wanted to show you that you and him were meant to be besties.

During sleepovers, he would see your bare face and call you beautiful, but commented that he liked you with the makeup, making your heart melt. You would paint each other’s nails, him asking you to paint his black. You even do goth makeup on him during those nights, both falling for the look on him.

“I’d fuck myself,” he said, making you choke on air before laughing your lungs out.

“Oh yeah? You into the goth scene, Han?”

“Yeah… I’m also into you,”

Felix:

He watched as danced alongside Minho. He challenged you to dance some difficult dances while wearing your dramatic outfit that had lots of tufts and fluff, but it didn’t stop you from accepting. You were the main dancer o your own group, so it was just natural to you, much to everyone’s surprise.

Felix over when you visited. You were a part of a pastel k-pop group, so you were an obvious contrast to your members. But it never seemed to bother you, which attracted him. He loved how confident you were, and how proud you seemed to be when explaining your style.

He jumped in next to you, dancing with you and Minho. You were all now just having a good time, forgetting about the stupid bet. You proved that it wasn’t difficult. When Minho asked how, all you said was,

“How can I struggle when I’m most comfortable?”

Felix fell in love with the snap of a finger, and in that moment, he was invested.

You both often got coffee together before head in to your respective dance rooms, often talking about childhood and how you got there. One of the things he asked about often was your style and other things related to it. He loved seeing you talking animatedly about something you loved, because it made him love it too.

One day he got shocked by his accidental confidence. You grabbed his hand, asking about one of his rings. He told you about it, and as you went to pull your hand back, he, instead, pulled it closer to his, interlocking his fingers with yours. You didn’t pull away. You walked together hand in hand until you finally had to split.

“Hey,” Felix said, gaining your attention. “Wanna hang later?”

Your eyes lit up.

“Always, Felix!”

Seungmin:

When you asked him to cover hard rock song, he halted his movements, looking at you. You had told him once that his voice would sound amazing in the rock genre, and he accepted the compliment. He didn’t expect you to request something.

So that night he stayed up recording his version of the song. Two days later it was ready, and he sent it to you through bubble.

He was right next to you. Instead of talking, he texted, embarrassed. He watched your expressions, and, unsurprisingly, there wasn’t any. He guessed it had to do with being goth, how you never expressed emotions on the outside. After it was finally done, you pulled the ear buds from your ears, turning to your best friend.

“That was fucking sick, Seungmin,” you told him, smiling. “Sure you don’t want to go solo? I’ll be your manager,” you joked, elbowing him.

His ears were hot, a clear sigh they were red. He looked away from your beautiful pale face, trying to compose himself before speaking. His voice cracked despite his attempt.

“Never going solo., but thanks. It was actually really fun. I’ve never done that with my voice,” he explained, rubbing his nape nervously.

“You did great, love. And thank you…you didn’t have to do this, you know?”

Before he could respond, you kissed him on the cheek, making him freeze.

“Would you be opposed to another request?”

Jeonjin:

You had known each other since childhood, so when your style started changing rapidly, he became confused. But it didn’t shock him. Your personality proved to match your new style well, and it was like he was seeing you for the first time. The true you.

He accepted it quickly, never questioning you once about it. He knew that this was who you were, and who you were meant to be.

He even used some of your fashion advice, just throwing in different colors. You two were so close that when he debuted, they offered you a staff position so you two would still be together. You accepted after hearing the proposal, Jeonjin ecstatic and happy. He couldn’t imagine being without you.

As the years went on, your style became more dramatic and seductive, heavier makeup that highlighted your features, and skintight clothes showing a bit of skin rather than baggy dark clothes. The same thing happened with Jeonjin. No longer the teenage baby bread, now muscular, sexy toast.

You two were the visual duo. He even made sure that some of your outfits matched, even if the colors were too dark for his personal taste, making your heart flutter. He was so thoughtful to you.

He even let you do his makeup for some of the performances, because he knew you knew how to do more than goth styles. You pointed his nails, and did a nightly skin routine too.

Notes:

glad to finally start with this series. Its been on my mind for months! Hope you all enjoy, and if you have any ideas on the connecting parts, lmk!!

Warning:

Language, smut mentioned, fluff

You sighed as you walked to your local GameStop. It had just been too long since you've had a real connection, and you were desperate for anything.

Your friend who worked there had told you that they had a game donated that resembled a dating simulator, and that she set it aside for you. She did it mostly to tease you, but honestly, you really needed this.

You didn't know if it was truly a dating game or not, but you couldn't care less at the moment.

You came in, grabbed it, and paid.

You rushed home after stopping for lunch, starting your PC. You let it warm up while you showered and changed into your lounge clothes, rubbing your temples at the bright light in the dark room.

Your computer ate the disc, accepting it just as well as you did. The loading screen appeared, and you watched the sphere spin.

It seemed to last hours before you finally heard a ping.

It's done loading!

You quickly clicked the icon, watching the screen fall black before switching to a pale blue.

As it drifted to the logo,you noticed how it looked extremely pixelated but in a 90's Mario game way.

The title read, 'Stray Kids: Together'

Some clouds jumped in the background, the Play and Settings buttons appearing after a few seconds.

You admired the pastel aesthetic before moving your cursor to click on Play.

Gently clicking on your mouse, it sent you to yet another clouded screen with a small sunset.

Logs set 1

>Bangchan Last opened ?

>Lee Know Last opened ?

>Changbin Last opened ?

>Hyunjin Last opened ?

What type of names are these? You thought.

You noticed that each one didn't have a date log, so you were unsure if they were even opened yet.

Curious, you clicked the first name.

Then, your computer crashed.

You scoffed, cursing the damn old seeming cartridge. The pixels in the opening screen made it seem like it was made in the 90's, but the labeling date was scratched off so you didn't really know.

You were about to shut off your computer before the screen boosted, a light gray flickering against the screen.

You weren't sure what was happening before you saw the command,

Allow microphone access?

> Yes No

You clicked yes.

Allow camera access?

> Yes No

You clicked yes again, and that was when you heard a click, and then the spinning of a disc.

"Hello?"

You heard a voice from nowhere. You bristled, turning around to look in your room. Was someone here?

"Over here,"

Your head whipped back to the screen, only to be met with the most prettiest guy you had ever seen.

"Woah," you mumbled.

He grinned.

"What's your name?" He asked again. Did he have an accent?

"Y/n. You're...Bangchan?" You ask, pulling your chair closer to the desk.

"Your a quick learner,"

You blinked. What now?

"So...are you like an AI? Or, like, how are you speaking to me?" You question, resting your arm on your hand.

His eyes widen. "Uhh, I'm not actually sure. Honestly, I feel real, but I'm not? I don't know if that helps?" He cleared his throat. "But what I do know is that you need someone. You wouldn't be here otherwise,"

"How would you know that?" You jolt. He was spot on.

"I know what I was created for. We all do,"

Wait what?

"Who's we?"

He smiled, his eyes turning into crescents. So beautiful

"You saw the other names, right? There are more of us...more of me," He explained slowly. "Here I was thinking you were a quick learner,"

"Hey!" You both laughed at his comment, then you sighed.

"So, are you all the same? Just look different? What's the deal?"

He spinned, the back of his neck revealing a code. CB97

"No, we are all incredibly different. We couldn't be the same even if we wanted. Different code. I'm the first, so they consider me like...a big brother? We all serve different purposes for whatever you need," he scratched his head, and his hair moved so smoothly.

It was then that you realized that the screen was no longer pixelated like the opening screen, it was now hd, smooth. You could almost see his pores.

"Different purposes? What the hell does that mean, Chan?" You let it slide past, not realizing.

"Chan?" His eyes glistened. "I like it," he grinned, watching your face heat up.

"Purposes Chan," you remind quietly, twirling a piece of your hair.

"Right. Well me, I'm a comforter. I help you when your stressed. Lee know? He's kinda...sexual? He can help with those needs, but he can comfort too. Uhh Changbin, he's more of an amuser. Hyunjin, a relaxer and comforter. Han? He can do literally everything. He's the ace of the group. Felix, comfort. Seungmin? Amuser and sexual. Jeongin, all. You know?"

It was a lot to take In. You didn't even know what half of this meant. At least not yet.

"So if I were horny-" he cut you off.

"Han, Lee Know, Seungmin or Jeongin are your guys." He said, his eyes staring into your own.

You felt yourself flush.

"Are they all as pretty as you?" You whisper, making his face freeze.

"Uh, they are, if not prettier, y/n," he gently smiles, placing his hand flat against the screen.

"You couldn't help me?" You brought your own palm to rest against his, only to be met with a cold surface.

"I wasn't given that programming. If you need help, just log out and meet with one of the others," he explained, his eyes tracing your hand, almost as if to memorize it.

"Oh," was all you could say. "I'm okay, for now," you say with a cheeky smile, making him chuckle.

"Good to hear. You tired yet? It's dark," he asked, making you blink. You turned to look out your window.

Holy shit, it's dark!

"Oh my god i work tomorrow!" You curse yourself, jumping up from your chair.

You heard Chan laughing in the background.

"Can I jump on tomorrow?" You asked him after cleaning up a bit.

"You don't need to ask, y/n. We're yours!" He gleemed, his eyes shimmering in the light.

"Mine..." You repeat. You never really thought if it that way.

"Yes, y/n. Completely and utterly yours. I'm sure the rest will fall for you just as I did," he said.

You looked at him.

"How does a computer fall for me?" You were baffled at this point. What did he mean?

"This computer was coded with feelings," he grinned. "Goodnight, y/n!"

You didn't get to respond before he disappeared.

You were kicked to the opening screen, the pixelated clouds taunted you as they jumped up and down.

You absolutely felt so lucky to have found this game.

Connection found. Now you just need to pursue all eight men.

Tag list: @estella-novella @deadpool15

Curious little thing, aren't you?

SKZ: Vocalracha

3RACHA - Danceracha

Summary: Their unique abilities and how they affect people around them.

Seungmin: Mind Melding

Seungmin was the type to be able to read others based on their expressions and body language, but one day it went too far.

Near a lake in Italy, the members were shooting another log, mapping out their day for STAY.

Seungmin peered into the dark mucky water, unable to see the bottom.

The weather wasn't the greatest, either. It was cloudy, and the air surrounding them moist.

He didn't realize he was hearing a memory, and just assumed it was someone speaking.

But then he heard screaming.

He jolted, turning quickly only to see Minho and Felix giggling, Hyunjin and Jeongin arguing, and Changbin, Chan, and Han huddled by the edge staring for fish.

Except Han was rigid. His face was calm, but his brows were in a frown, sweat appearing at his hairline. The others hadn't noticed yet.

No one was screaming though.

Yet he still heard it.

Then a voice he had never heard before.

"Han! Hold on!"

His...dad?

Seungmin had to blink. He had no idea what was playing in his head. He didn't see images, just the sound.

He heard water rushing in his left ear, and the whimpering of a young boy in his right. A tree branch somewhere snapped, and the boy yelped.

Was this Hans memory of when he still lived in Malaysia? When he had encountered the crocodiles?

Seungmin then realized that being so close to the murky water was triggering this memory, rushing to him from his spot on the grass.

He wrapped his hand around the olders middle, not trying to draw attention.

"It's okay. We aren't going in it," he whispered to Han, feeling him relax his shoulders.

Han smiled lightly, leaning his head against Seungmins shoulder.

Jeongin: Dreamwalking

Jeongin loved to sleep. It was no secret. So when he would be bothered before the time he needed to be up, he would get cranky.

He didn't dream often, but when he did, it was extremely vivid.

One day, Chan rose quite late, trying to explain his dream, and how it had inspired the new song they were working on.

Jeongin was curious, but he couldn't understand his Hyung. Chan couldn't recall what made him think about it.

Later that night, Jeongin struggled to sleep, wondering why he could never remember his dreams, and how that happened to the members a lot.

He blinked, and next thing he knew, it was pitch black. Then flashing colors surrounded him. It was almost as if he were at a rave, the lights seemed brighter each passing second.

He blinked once more, standing on a terrace, dressed in all white.

It was midnight where he was, the light blue hue engulfing him and his surroundings, making the terrace glow eerily.

"Jeongin?" He heard a familiar voice say.

He turned, and met eyes with Hyunjin.

His head tilted, brows furrowing.

What type of dream was this? And where the hell were they? He had never seen this place before.

"Where are we Hyunjin?" He questioned, only to be met with a questioning glance.

"My palace? This is my kingdom, Ayen," Hyunjin scoffed, as if he should have known.

Jeongin stared, his face riddled with shock.

Was this his dream? Or was it Hyunjins? If it wasn't his, then how did he trespass into the olders?

Wat would Bangchan say? What would any of them say?

As if on que, he blinked, only to be met with flashing lights for a few seconds, and arrived in what looked to be an empty, abandoned theater.

The only think illuminating the place was the giant hole in the roof, the morning sun casting a glare directly onto the stage.

Jeongin looked down at himself, and found he was dressed in worn down casual wear.

Whose was this? He looked to the stage, and saw a piano. Bangchan, maybe? As far as Jeongin knew, it was just he and Chan that could play the piano.

Almost like he heard his thoughts, Chan sluggishly walked up onto the stage, taking a seat at the instrument.

He began to play, and was met with the booing of a person that wasn't there before.

But Jeongin didn't get it. He was playing beautifully. He turned, and saw a mannequin, confused.

He saw how it was affecting Chan, anger rising within him.

He rushed to push the person, but was thrust back into the blinding lights. This happen for the rest of the night, until morning.

He awoke tired, remembering all that had happened that night.

Hair Extensions k.sm

A/n: I saw a whole bunch of edited photos of Seungmin with long hair, and I literally died. It suits him so well! Pic isn't mine

Warnings: Suggestive, cringy ig

Summary: Your boyfriend came home one day from a photo shoot, still carrying all of his accessories, including hair extensions.

You sat at home quietly reading, waiting for you boyfriend to get home. He was shooting late, which meant he probably skipped dinner.

You had made pork earlier, leaving some left over, just in case this happened.

You knew he would be tired, but you still wanted to greet him. He always liked it when he saw you as soon as he opened the door.

Thirty minutes later, the door lock clicked, unlocking, and opening.

"Seungmin! How'd it go?" You jumped up from your spot on the couch, rushing towards his figure in the kitchen.

"Took forever. They kept messing with my hair," He scoffed, making you look at him for the first time.

You paused, shocked at the addition. Seungmin had always preferred short hair to the longer locks, but seeing the extensions nearly made your knees buckle.

They let his natural color bloom, opting not to dye it for a while due to damage, making the brown hues shimmer in the terrible lighting in your home. And normally, his hair framed just above his cheeks, but now, it ran past his jaw, hugging his neck. The loose strands pointed every direction, making him look like he had just woken up.

"Wow...They really know how to do hair, huh?" You breathed, bring your hands up to pay it gently. "It's so soft!"

He grinned, displaying his braces as you played with his hair. "You like it?"

"Do you?" You asked, eyes trained on his beautiful hair.

"It's starting to grow on me," He said, making your eyes snap to his, seeing that he was staring at you.

Your face flushed a deep red, pulling back your hands.

"Sorry, it's just that it really looks good on you," you giggle, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"Thanks," he returned the hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The extra hair found its way to your face, tickling you.

"Maybe I keep it a little longer, yeah?"

"Yes!"

Bonus: Images I saw!!

Curious little thing, aren't you?

SKZ: DanceRacha

Vocalracha - 3RACHA

Summary: Their unique abilities and how they affect people around them.

Lee Know: Phobokinesis

Lee Know was always stoic. He had a talent of instilling fear into others before he gained this ability, but once he did, he regretted it immediately.

He didn't realize he could do such a thing, but when Seungmin pushed him too far yet again, his threat rang true.

"Drown in a sea of spiders, pup,"

Those few words made Seungmin crumble within seconds.

Lee know didn't know why until his own fear caught up with him, dropping the illusion he created for Seungmin.

"What the fuck?"

Seungmin described it as a feeling of suffocating, his skin tingling, almost as if he had a giant centipede on him.

It was then that they all knew what Lee Know could do.

He didn't mean to do it, hell he didn't even know he could.

Since that moment, not only could he induce fear, but he could sense it.

Han was scared 95% of the time, making him stick to his side like glue.

Chan often had fear for all of the members, making Lee Know feel responsible for making him better.

Relieving him of his stress.

Hyunjin: Heart Seamstress

Hyunjin always looked like the romance icon. Even the members swoon for him.

But he didn't feel complete. He felt lost, especially with the hate that came with their new comeback.

He felt his best, yet was ridiculed left and right.

He tried again, only to be criticized and put down.

Why? He was trying his best? What was he doing wrong?

It eventually made him spiral, not wanting to eat or participate in practice. He dressed casually and refused to wear makeup.

STAY didn't know anything was happening since they were currently on break. He didn't even update his bubble, he felt so weak.

He slowly but surely felt his heart breaking, unable to breathe most days from the pain.

One day, Chan took him shopping, claiming he needed air to feel better.

He roamed as Chan gathered what he needed, finding himself in the art section like always.

He wasn't searching for anything, but felt a tug to the yarn and fabric section. A red string caught his eyes, and he reached for it quickly.

It felt light but looked heavy, and the thread wasn't too frilly, leaving each section smooth and soft to the touch.

He swayed it in his hands. Why did he feel the need to purchase it?

He scoffed at himself, pulling out his wallet.

Why not?

When he got home, he layed back down, clutching the yarn to his chest.

He unravelled the bundle, coming up with an idea. He knew it was stupid, but if it made him feel better then why not?

He wrapped it around himself, laying in a fetal position.

In his mind, the string would be able to bring his heart back together. Perhaps sew it back to it's full state.

He fell asleep to the thought, unaware that his body was literally reenacting his thought, sewing his heart back together piece by piece.

Felix: Starlight freckles

Felix was known for his freckles, whether it was the people that disliked them, or the people that adored them.

Felix was torn between the two, due to societies preference and the members opinions, but he always had a soft spot for the topic.

He had noticed his face itching for a while and chalked it up to changing his face wash, but eventually, it became unbearable.

He itched at his soft skin for minutes, minutes turning into hours.

He felt bumps on his skin, and as he pushed his nail against the frail flesh, he felt one burst.

He panicked, rushing to the mirror.

He was alone in his hotel room, so he wasn't entirely worried on someone seeing him.

When he reached the glass, his reflection held something he didn't expect.

This freckle that was once there was now a shimmering gold color.

A star.

Before he could think any further, he scratched more aggressively at his face, more gold specks shimmering through the torn skin, a red hue engulfing his head at the onslaught.

He eventually peeled the last bit of freckled skin, a constellation brewing.

He sighed, feeling nothing but satisfied with the itching now gone, but also to a new person he didn't realize his body was hiding.

The haters lied. This is who he is, not what they think.

Their Favorite Part of You! Skz! Reactions

A/n: They all seem so sweet when it comes to affection, and it made me want to write this. I love them so much. HYUNG LINE!

Summary: Their favorite part of your body, both in and out of bed ;)

Warnings: Fluff, compliments, pet names, suggestive, smut? Language, insecurities, silly boys

Bangchan: Friend!Reader - Back

It’s no secret that Chan likes hugs. He hugs everyone around him, even staff. But when he hugged you, he preferred to be behind you during the embrace. He loves the way he can feel your back flex when you squirm against him. You’re a shy person, and he loves seeing your ears flush at his touch.

Everyday, he wrapped his arms around you when he was losing motivation or was annoyed, just to be picked back up again when he finally feels you relax as he tightens his grip. You were soft on his hard body, calming his nerves.

In Bed!Chan - Your wrists

He loved grabbing your wrists, either to pin them, or to place them on his body.

He would hold them, grounding himself to not be too harsh. Wrists were small and sensitive, so to be sure he couldn’t hurt you, he would put most of his focus on them, which he didn’t mind. It helped ease him knowing it would be difficult to hurt you this way.

He would bring your hands to his pecks, slowly drifting downwards until your palm rested on his bulge.

“Oh, please, babe…” He moaned, feeling your hand rock against him. “Don’t tease…”

Lee know: Friend!Reader - Thighs

He loved that when you stood, your legs looked so thin. They were sharpened pencils, frail but strong. He thought it suited you. But when you sat down next to him for the first time, his eyes widened, and all he could do was stare.

The fat of your thighs pushed against the chair, causing them to widen, naturally. Lee knows did the same, but he still was shocked seeing it happen to you. Your thighs were much larger than he thought.

After that, he had often welcomed you to sit in his lap, wanting to feel the softness of your flesh against his own. Not in a dirty way. He was curious.

When you finally gave into his request, he relished in the weight that pressed against his meaty legs, feeling secure. He kneaded the fat of your thighs while talking to one of the guys next to him. It just felt natural. It didn’t even bother you.

While walking past each other, he would even pinch your thighs just to see you yelp. He loved getting those reactions from you, nd it quickly became his favorite sound.

In bed!Lee Know - Thighs

Of course, it is the same. He would love kneading your thighs during an intense make out session, swallowing your whimpers. He loved it when you squirmed away when he grabbed too hard. It didn’t hurt you, it just felt too good.

He loved seeing the way your skin moved when he undressed you. The pressure moving it in a way that water does at a sudden impact.

He loved licking up your thighs, leaving hickeys and finger imprints, kissing every freckle and beauty mark, swallowing every bit of you he could.

He loved controlling your movement from your thighs, moving them however he wanted. You never fought, knowing of his fetish.

He loved masturbating with your thighs, and loved seeing his cum glisten on them. Breathing heavily, he would look you dead in the eye, and move down, licking his mess clean with his warm tongue.

Changbin: Friend!Reader - Hair

He loved seeing your hair bounce when you moved. It was so majestic, he couldn’t help but stare. Even when you spoke to him, he never made eye contact, looking at how your hair shined at the harsh lightning in the studio. He loved seeing it sparkle.

When you turned towards a sound, it was almost like your hair was waving at him, making him smile internally.

When you finally dyed it from your natural color, he was enamored. The peachy color clashed against your skin in the nicest way, showcasing your inner beauty. The color caught his eye always, and he could recognize you within a crowd just from it alone.

He was obsessed.

Months after realizing he was in love with your hair, he finally asked to feel it, your hair now a lavender shade.

“Sure,” You answered with a kind smile.

He was super giddy, happy to finally feel his weakness.

And it was so soft. He wrapped multiple strands around two of his digits, his eyes trained on the actions his hands were doing. He didn’t was to mistakenly pull, so he was slow.

“You look so happy, Bin,” you said, grinning. His face turned red immediately.

“Shut up,”

In bed!Changbin - Your face

He loves holding your face as he kisses you. When he’s fucking you into the mattress or the countertop. He loves seeing your expressions, the way your nose scrunches when he teases you. The way your eyes tighten when he flicks your sensitive buds. How your mouth opens in a silent scream when he finishes inside you.

He could cum from that alone, without even being touched.

But he loves touching you, especially when you’re making those faces. He sometimes even shoves his fingers into your open mouth, moaning as you close your lips, obediently sucking on them.

Hyunjin: Friend!Reader - Eyes

It doesn’t even matter if you’re talking to him directly or not, this man will just stare deep into your soul. He loves the color of your eyes, and the gold specks that line your iris. Walking art, if you ask him.

He has tried many times to replicate it while painting, but without the real model in front of him, and no photos to copy, he was lost. Thirteen canvases later, he gave up, now looking at the many eyes that stared back at him. None of them were familiar. That’s how he knew he failed.

Minho saw these paintings and sent a few to you, hoping to tease Hyunjin. You didn’t tell the ferret resembling man, not wanting to embarrass him. Instead, you asked him,

“Hey? Do you paint people?”

He looked at you oddly, “Yeah…? Why?”

“Wanna paint me?”

He immediately got to work. You were standing in front of him, so close that he could see every freckle and blemish. He was going to paint a portrait.

In bed!Hyunjin - Hands

He loved holding your hands in bed. It reminded him that you were truly there. He saw you as a goddess/god, and relished in your presence.

You always made sure to squeeze every once in a while, seeing Hyunjin blissed out so early on. It was a system that just seemed to fall in place. It was reassuring.

Hyunjin loved it when you rose him, tilting his head back with light moans. His right hand held your waist, helping you move while the other grasped your hand, squeezing it so hard to ground himself. He didn’t want to lose himself with you. He wanted to feel you fully.

Your hands helped him do just that.

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