𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.

There's some people's blogs that I see and I just go like wow, they're such great inspirations. For the past few years, I've had countless drafts and even finished stuff just staying there in my documents. And I've had zero confidence to show them to basically anyone. I had zero to no intention of posting anything I've written on tumblr, I just came here to read about my ults and have another site to browse in the quarantine. Because everyone can relate, I was running out of things to do.

After almost two months of being a ghost and reading lots, I thought why not woman up and just do it.

Thank you @chanonymous for helping me figure out some stuff. I'm sorry for bothering you like that! 😅

I'll be tagging a few people who's blogs I've binge read. Thank you for being such inspirations! You might not know it, but you're virtually helping so many people. It's something to be proud of.

(I feel like I shouldn't just tag people like this. I'm a stranger to all of you, I hope you don't mind.)

@chaninfused @channiesmixtape @chanslullabys @changbinsir @yangomangos @nightshade-minho @chaoticminhos @mikoto-ica-fics @maaaaaatryoshka0325 @0325stay @luvhjs @felixies @chngbok @jisungsjheekies @hanandjisung @caprichans @b-a-b-y-s-t-a-y @ammuqwer @thevampywarlock @vamchanstopher @scxrlettwxtches @scriptura-delirus @xx-mxnyxxngx-xx @chocolattees + ALL THE OTHER WRITERS OUT THERE!!!

[08:45pm] you’re not used to having everyone’s eyes on you; you’re not as attractive as the other people in your school but chan is, though most of the time he would rather not have anyone look at him. he’s used to it, but you’re the only one he’s looking at.

as a slow song begins to play, chan places your hand on his shoulder while he holds your other one. his posture’s better than yours, which only makes you feel more nervous. you’ve never danced with a boy before until that night.

“eyes on me only, y/n,” he tells you a in soft tone, the command not sounding like one at all. “it’s okay to be nervous, but i’m here for you. i got you.”

that’s all the reassurance you need from the prom king nominee. he leads the waltz due to years of him dancing, while you try to keep up with him. your feet are aching because of your high heels, but dancing with chan to a beautiful song made you forget about the pain.

once the song is over, there are other couples on the dance floor with you and chan. you and him are panting, your chests pressing against one another. you and him somehow ended up in the less crowded part of the hotel ballroom, getting lost in your own world. chan looks around before staring into your eyes, his forehead ending up touching yours.

“now this is the part where i do something i’ve been wanting to do ever since i picked you up at your parents’ house hours ago.”

“what is it?”

you ask with a shaky voice. your heart begins beating at a speed you never thought possible. chan doesn’t answer; instead he leans in, kissing you. his warm, soft lips remain still against yours, not moving until he feels you kiss him back. you close your eyes and smile as you tilt your head to the side, brushing your lips against his. chan chuckles as he finally kisses you the way he wants to; taking his time, memorizing your taste. both of your heads are spinning from bliss and contentment. you fall harder for your best friend, and it was now or never; you have to tell him how you feel.

“i’ve been crushing on you for a while now, chan.” you whisper against his lips as he hugs you after ending the kiss. he chuckles softly, the only sound in the room that matters to you.

“and i have been crushing on you,” he says, patting your cheek affectionately. you smile as you feel heat building up beneath the apples of your cheeks, tinting them red. “you confessed before i could.”

“oops, you’re too slow.” you stick your tongue out playfully at him and he laughs.

“i guess i am. let’s go on a date after tonight, maybe the day after tomorrow? i want to spend time with you not as your best friend, but perhaps your future boyfriend.”

𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. - a stray kids blurb collection 

❀❀❀ wherein it’s just a blurb collection of some features the boys have that make you fall in love with them many times over. whether it’d be his smiles, his eyes, or his hands, their body features are just a part of what made you love them in the first place. 

▷ now playing: bandaids - keshi 

❀ bang chan: plump as a peach [9:30am] 

wherein you wake up next to your boyfriend in a fine, warm morning, and find his lips irresistibly plump like the peaches freshly picked from the peach tree. 

❀ lee minho: a galaxy in your eyes [11:34pm] 

wherein it’s a windy night above the rooftop of seoul, and you find minho’s eyes gleam brighter than the city lights and the starry night above when he looks at you. 

❀ seo changbin: warm as the sun [3:45pm] 

wherein some good benefits have come out of changbin’s work out sessions: gaining extremely bulk biceps that can be perfect for cuddling his girlfriend and keeping her warm everyday. 

❀ hwang hyunjin: giggles that sound like bubbles [5:57pm] 

wherein every time you make hyunjin light up with a silly joke, you find yourself melting for the squeaky giggles that go with his crinkled eye smiles and endearing smiles. 

❀ han jisung: the music of laughter [7:08pm] 

wherein jisung finds every aspect of you pleasing to be with to the point that finding him laugh to your silly antics makes your day instantly, even when you don’t know it. 

❀ lee felix: dotted stars [2:20pm] 

wherein felix doesn’t need an ig filter to look good in freckles when he already has them, and you find yourself kissing those freckles of his any time you can. 

❀ kim seungmin: puppy grins [4:44pm] 

wherein seungmin’s grins make you want to do so much more for him, even though an hour’s worth of teasing you was worth giving to him. 

❀ yang jeongin: linked to fate [8:32pm] 

wherein you find yourself staring at jeongin’s fingers, and jeongin links fingers with you to give you a feel about how fate brought you two together. 

disclaimer: i do not own stray kids. they belong to jyp entertainment. i only own the edit and the blurbs. 

the room smells of maple syrup. the sugary scent swallows your senses as your cut a piece off of the pancakes on your plate, made lovingly for you by minho. they’re a bit burnt on one side but he was so proud so you don’t say anything.

across from you, minho is chewing on his breakfast food as he reviews flashcards for his exam today. he’s muttering the contents to himself.

“i will hold your broken pieces together so tight, you’ll be whole again,” you sing the lyrics as you read them on a page of your little black leather journal, jisung coming up with a melody on the spot that’ll go along with it on his unplugged electric guitar.

you shake your head as you look down, tossing your journal and your gel pen on the red checkered picnic blanket beneath you, looking like you just ate something sour. jisung just smirks; he knows how much of a perfectionist you are.

“those lyrics are shitty.”

you say then sigh. he knew you’d say this, he knows you better than anyone. he missed you, and he’s happy to see that you’re still the same, even if it’s a bad thing to be hard on yourself.

before you realize what’s happening, jisung’s no longer holding his guitar—he’s now holding your face in his hands. your eyes are wide as you begin struggling to breathe. why did you ever let your career as a rockstar and your ex-bandmate (also your ex-boyfriend) get in between you two and jisung? why did you and jisung even started two separate bands instead of creating one together?

“shhh, they’re not shitty,” jisung says, looking into your eyes as your cheeks begin to heat up against his palms. “you come up with the best lyrics, and you can’t tell me otherwise.”

no one speaks for a few seconds. when jisung starts bringing himself closer to you with his head tilted to the side, you don’t move away; instead, you let him kiss you, like you’ve been wanting to ever since you two arrived at your favorite secluded spot in the park near your place. he smells amazing, and his lips… oh, his soft lips,  coaxing yours to kiss him back by letting it brush against yours lightly a few times  before biting your bottom lip. but you push him away, not caving in despite wanting to so badly. 

“we can’t,” you tell him after pushing him away, your hands pressing against his hard chest.

he rests his forehead against yours, unable to keep himself away from you. “nothing’s stopping us—i’ve been waiting for a long time to have you.”

“you can have me,” you say without thinking.

in seconds, jisung has you lying on the picnic blanket, the smell of freshly cut grass now stronger. you look around the park as jisung plants kisses on the left side of your neck, his hands fondling your breasts through your shirt.

“someone might see,” you tell jisung, causing him to chuckle in your ear.

in the middle of your study session, you heard someone rang your doorbell so you got up and reached for the door. it was a food delivery.

"is this for me?" you asked the delivery guy. "but i don't remember ordering for food? maybe you got the wrong person." the guy checked the address as you spoke.

"someone delivered it for you." he pointed at the door near yours. 'oh?' you thought and your cheeks blushed at the thought.

you shyly asked, "is it paid already?" the delivery guy nodded and told you to enjoy the food. you grabbed the paper bag and got inside.

as you walk back towards your table, your phone rang loudly. you opened the phone and smiled at the contact. it was your bestfriend calling. chan.

"did you get the food?" he asked you as soon you picked up.

"yes." you told him. "why though?"

"i figured out that you haven't eaten yet. knowing you, you've probably been studying there for hours without long breaks so i decided to order you some food." he explained. "am i right?"

you chuckled and bit your lower lip. "yeah." he knows you too well.

"stop stressing too much about exams, okay? we'll pass it together." chan was also studying for the exams so he reassured you and it warmed your heart.

you smiled. "i'll pay you tomorrow."

"you don't have to. it's on me." he told you. "get some sleep. you can study the other day because i'm taking you out tomorrow."

"what?"

"i said what i said." he said. you felt your heart beating rapidly at his voice.

"chan-" he cut you off.