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* New student, very small. Grace said it was pebble. Pebble is small Earth rock. Pebble likes name.
* He found out Eridians have no gender rules.
* Students brought him mineral sample. After he stopped crying he said he loves show-and-tell game. Human naming conventions oddly literal.
* I told him Earthsun grew bright.
* I took him up atop atmosphere bypass elevator to look at stars.
* He woke up from nap and found me still with him. I did not wait on his chest; he says I am heavy like “elephant” and he “couldn’t breathe.” I laid my arm over him instead, kept him close, feeling safe. He said “cuddle” was warm.
* Before class he heard younglings singing.
* He has plants in house from sprouts on ship. Plant grew “bud.”
* Engineers got seawater temperature right. He took off shoes and stood in water, sighing. He didn’t care about pants getting damp. Cried until shirt was also damp. Humans very endlessly wet.
* He missed “Doritos.”
* Adrian helped food scientists make taumoeba dried paste. Made it crunchy after heating. We fused it into triangle form. Told him it was Tauritos. That made him laugh-cry. Laugh-cry is rare and precious.
* He remembered Eridians have no gender rules.
* We made him celebration outfit. Used metals he calls pretty. He can see frequencies named “colorful” and “shiny.” These make humans happiest.
* I gave him hug when he wasn’t expecting it. Easier to hug close now with exosuit. Hug when Grace sitting down so he does not fall over.
* Told him to think long time, stay with me as long as he can.
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Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Mentions of Sex.
— Word Count: 2.4k+
Author’s Note: I’m alive but at what cost? I’m sorry for such a late and short update. Not long after I posted the last chapter, I ended up hurting my back pretty badly. Staying in the sitting position for too long was genuinely the worst. Like it cause me agony no matter how much padding I tried to get behind me. I’m feeling a lot better now that I’ve been able to do some physical therapy. The next chapter will be longer I promise.
AO3.
Weekends have always been Felix’s favorite. Especially the mornings like this. Where everything was calmer and not chaotic like the weekdays. No one was rushing out of the door and most of the time they got to all actually sit around and eat breakfast together.
Today however there was only seven of them. Chan had gotten called into his family’s company for a meeting. Felix didn’t dwell on it too much. It happens. More so now that Chan has been taking on a lot more responsibility in the company.
The rest of them sat around the kitchen, some of them at the island and others at the breakfast nook by the window. Minho was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of soup that smelled so good it had Felix’s mouth watering.
“You know,” Minho starts, back turned towards the rest of them, “you didn’t tell us much about her.”
Felix’s eyes snapped up from his phone and over to Minho. “What?” He asked.
“Y/N. You didn’t tell us a lot about her the other day. That is who you’ve been texting all morning is it not?”
From the corner of his eye, Felix noticed Hyunjin’s shoulders tensing up. He couldn’t blame him. Not at all. Felix knew that Hyunjin was still hesitant. In all honesty, he knew that all of his boyfriends were. About the whole thing. But they were trying for him. They were going to meet you for him.
And for that, Felix was grateful.
“Yeah, she’s been really stressed out about her midterms,” Felix said, setting his phone down on the granite top of the island. “They start Monday and she’s freaking out a bit. So, I agreed to meet her later today to help her while she crams.”
“You mentioned that before,” Seungmin said. “That you were helping her study for midterms and you have been for awhile so I’m assuming she’s an undergrad still.”
Felix nodded. “She is,” he said. “A fourth year. Same year as Yuna. Actually, she went to the same high school as her. And Min, you know one of her best friends from the dance studio. Lee Sangwon.”
“Sangwonie?” Minho asked, still working on the soup. He gave a little nod. “He’s there at least four times a week. He’s also a regular at our workshops.”
“Wait, isn’t that Leo’s boyfriend?” Jisung asked with the tilt of his head.
“Yeah,” Changbin said. “I met him a few times when Leo and I worked on those songs last year.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Chan-hyung is going to have an aneurysm when he finds out just how young she is.”
Jeongin huffed in amusement. “He acts like the age gap between him and me is insane,” he said. “He’ll definitely have some choice words.”
“She’s not that much younger,” Felix said with a playful roll of his eyes. “And Chris needs to stop acting like he’s some kind of old man or something.”
“He’s pushing thirty,” Seungmin said. “That is old.”
“In what world is thirty old?! He’s literally in his prime years right now.”
“He definitely is,” Jisung said almost dreamily. “He’s been getting so big.”
“Oh god,” Seungmin mummbled.
“Jisung stop being a slut for ten minutes,” Minho chided, finally turning around. “We’re here to gather info about Felix’s crush before we meet her.”
Jisung pouted but nodded anyway. He leaned back into Changbin’s chest. Felix bit back a laugh.
“Is she trying to go into med school?” Jeongin asked.
Felix nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “She wants to be an Oncologist. Well, at least she thinks she does.”
“Tell her not to do it,” Seungmin said, suddenly serious. “It will drain the life out of her like it did you and me.”
“I think Yongbok looks pretty lively,” Minho said, eyeing the taller man up and down. “You though? Not so much.”
That earned a middle finger from Seungmin causing Minho and the rest of them to laugh.
“No one looks as dead as 3RACHA after they’ve finally met the deadline for one of their commissioned songs,” Hyunjin snickered.
“Making KPOP songs is hard as fuck anymore!” Jisung protested, dramatically.
“Yeah,” Changbin agreed with a nod. “These companies have become pickier and pickier with what they want.”
“And every song you’ve produced in the last two years have charted in some way,” Jeongin said.
“Y/N’s a fan of 3RACHA,” Felix added. “Like a really big fan. She’s been listening to you guys since 2017.”
Jisung stared at him with comically wide eyes. “No way,” he breathed.
“Why would she like any of our old stuff?” Changbin grumbled.
Felix grinned. “She loves your old stuff. Especially Dragon Three and Domestic Banana.”
Jeongin and Hyunjin both burst out laughing.
“Not Domestic Banana!” Jisung whined.
“It’s better than WOW,” Changbin grumbled.
“She quotes your songs regularly,” Felix said, amusement dripping from his voice. “And you should have seen my face when I saw her listening to Matryoshka for the first time. I couldn’t believe it.”
“Matryoshka!” Jeongin, Seungmin, and Minho all mimicked loudly in Changbin’s tone.
Hyunjin nearly fell off the stool from how hard he was laughing. Felix quickly grabbed his arm to hold the man up.
“Shut up!” Jisung and Changbin both wailed sounding agonized.
“You guys act like your old mixtapes were terrible,” Felix said, still laughing.
“Because they are!” Jisung protested.
“No they’re not,” Minho countered. “They’re fun.”
“And the word plays are top tier,” Seungmin added.
“Y/N says they should rerecord them and actually put them on streaming apps,” Felix said. “And that they sound sell physical albums too.”
“She’s so right though,” Jeongin agreed. “They’d make bank.”
Changbin pinched the bridge of his nose. “We are not rerecording them. Ever.”
“Aww what a shame,” Minho cooed.
“If she met you guys and found out who you were I think she’d freak out,” Felix said. “Like legitimately. She is a die hard fan. And guess who her favorite is?”
“Who?” Jisung asked.
Felix grinned. “You,” he said. “She follows like five J.One fan pages and literally stopped one of our study sessions last week because you went live on Instagram.”
Jisung eyes sparkled. “Really?” He asked excitedly. “Now I really wanna meet her. Especially since you have never been the one to entertain a crush.”
“Says you,” Felix countered.
Jisung shrugged. “Why would I when I get to look at Minho’s beautiful face every morning?”
“Are you in this relationship for him only?” Jeongin asked, teasingly.
They all already knew the answer to that. Jisung was probably the most sappy about his love for all his boyfriends. The hard drive full of love songs he’s made for them was testament to that.
“Hey!” Jisung said, pointing a finger at them threateningly. “I started dating Chan and Changbin before any of you. So suck it!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Seungmin said rolling his eyes but the fond smile on his face gave away his true feelings. “We understand that 3RACHA getting together is the catalyst for the rest of us.”
“It wasn’t Chan-hyung or I though,” Changbin said. “It was all Jisung remember? And then what? Like two months later he told Felix and everything just kinda went from there.”
“I still can’t believe it took Minho-hyung over a year to join,” Felix said, shaking his head.
“He was upset his Jisungie was already taken,” Seungmin taunted.
Minho clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “It took Jeongin even longer than that.”
“I was escaping the grips of an evil, repressive Church,” Jeongin said. “And my family.”
“I still can’t believe your horny ass almost become a priest after high school,” Hyunjin laughed.
“I’m pretty sure you were the reason,” Changbin said. “He saw you and had the worst gay awakening in queer history I think.”
Jeongin huffed out a laugh of his own. “I legitimately thought I was going to go to hell,” he said. “To me, my only redemption was that I was still attracted to women.”
“That was me when I first met Chan,” Felix said. “My poor little Catholic self.”
“What was it about Chan and Hyunjin being everyone’s gay awakening?” Jisung asked.
“They weren’t everybody’s,” Minho said. “Mine was Taecyeon. The first time I saw him on the T.V I just knew I liked men.”
Changbin nearly choked on his protein shake. “That’s why you always were so shy about greeting him at JYP?”
“Obviously!”
All seven of them broke into laughter.
“Tell us more about her,” Minho said to Felix before turning back around to focus on the food.
“She’s really, really into the arts,” Felix said. “She’s an amazing artist like Hyunjin. Her sketchbooks are insane.”
“Does she paint?” Hyunjin asked almost hopefully.
Felix smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “The only time I’ve seen her paint is with the kids at the hospital but she says she likes to do it in her free time too. She also likes fashion. She can out dress anyone. And she loves photography.” Felix paused for a moment thinking. “She cooks and bakes a lot. She says it helps her clear her mind. Her grandparents forced her to learn how to play classic instruments when she was a kid so she knows how to play the piano, cello, and guitar. Her preferred exercise is stuff like hiking or swimming but she’s picked up a pilates class a few months ago. She’s actual really outdoorsy. She used to camp and go on trips to the mountains with her family when she lived in America. She loves, loves, manga and anime. She said that if she wasn’t planning on going into medicine she would probably be a mangaka or animator. She even dreamt of working for Studio Ghibli when she a kid.”
“She like Studio Ghibli?!” Jisung squeaked. He clapped his hands together. “I needed to meet this girl yesterday! Seriously!”
“She’s going to be at Lia’s party, right?” Hyunjin asked.
“Maybe,” Felix answered with a shrug. “She’s not a fan of big, fancy parties. But, her friends might be going and she would probably feel a lot more comfortable with them there. If she ends up not going, I was thinking maybe we can invite her over for dinner or maybe go on a picnic.”
“We haven’t been on a picnic yet this year,” Jeongin said. “It’d be a good opportunity for pictures.”
“You sound just like Y/N.” Felix’s eyes settled on Seungmin who looked lost in thought. “What’s wrong, Minnie?”
“Her name sounds familiar,” he muttered.
“I mean she is pretty popular,” Felix said. “So, you’ve probably heard of her. Or, Yuna might have mentioned her. They’re not super close or anything but they do hangout sometimes.”
“Yeah,” Seungmin said. “Yeah, probably.”
Felix noticed the way his eyebrows were scrunched. The way he seemed to be going back into his brain. He wanted to ask but he decided against it.
Let him get his thoughts together first.
“If she’s the girl I think she is,” Minho started, “then good eye, Yongbok-ah.” He began grabbing bowls and plates from from the cupboards.
Jeongin immediately hopped up to help.
Felix tilted his head. “The girl you think she is?”
“I’ve seen Sangwon and his friends with a girl occasionally at the studio,” Minho explained as he started filling up plates with breakfast. “And she’s been to a few of the showcases. If that’s Y/N, then she’s pretty.”
“Y/N’s beautiful,” Felix said, softly. “The first time I saw her I think I had one of those ‘oh shit’ moments, you know?”
“But you didn’t fall for her just because of her looks,” Hyunjin said.
“Oh god no,” Felix said He accepted a bowl of rice Jeongin had filled. “Her personality is what I fell for. I think the first time I legitimately realized I was falling for her was when I was watching her play with the kids. It was like everything really clicked in that moment.”
“That’s so fucking cute,” Changbin muttered.
The kitchen fell into a comfortable silence as Minho and Jeongin served breakfast. Felix sighed in content when a bowl of the Chinese herbal chicken soup Minho had made.
“What time are you meeting her today?” Minho asked, sliding into his seat next to Seungmin.
“Around four,” Felix said. “I’ll probably just chill and play video games till then.”
“You’re never chill when you play video games,” Seungmin taunted.
Felix scrunched his nose. “Shut it.”
“What about everyone else,” Minho said. “We don’t have any plans together until tomorrow so…”
“I’m probably gonna go to my studio,” Hyunjin said. “I have an idea for a new piece.”
“Another one?” Seungmin asked. “You’ve been on a roll lately.”
“Yep and I’m going to squeeze out every ounce of creative juice I have.”
“I can squeeze out some of your juice out of you if you want,” Jisung offered, wiggling his eyebrows.
Changbin visibly cringed, pushing the younger off him. “That’s disgusting.”
“Stay away from me you heathen,” Hyunjin grumbled.
“Why are you so horny today?” Jeongin asked in pure amusement.
“I was supposed to get laid this morning but when I woke up Channie was gone,” Jisung whined.
“Oh my god,” Seungmin huffed. He rolled his eyes. “Ridiculous.”
“That’s why you insisted on sleeping with him last night,” Minho cackled.
Jisung nodded enthusiastically. “Morning sex is the best,” he stated like it was the most obvious fact.
“More like you like to use being tired as an excuse not to have to do anything,” Hyunjin snickered.
“Nah that just a bonus,” Jisung said with a grin.
Felix shook his head while trying to bite back an amused smile. “You’re insatiable,” he said.
“Says you!” Jisung protested. “You and Changbin were loud as hell last night. For hours. And you locked the door! So mean.”
“I did that to piss your voyeur ass off,” Changbin stated before popping a piece of chicken in his mouth.
Jisung flipped the middle finger at the man, earning a satisfied grin.
“Well, anyway,” Seungmin said, rolling his eyes in obviously false annoyance. “I am locking myself in my room to read. I deserve some peace and quiet.”
“Understandable,” Minho said with a nod.
“I’m going to get some paperwork for my class’s next field trip done,” Jeongin said, “and then tonight I’m going out with the guys. We’re going to see a movie and then go to get BBQ afterwards.”
“Call me if you need a ride,” Changbin said. “Don’t get too drunk. You get freakier than Chan when you are.”
“No one is freakier than Chan,” Seungmin deadpanned.
Felix laughed. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”
“Poor Y/N,” Minho said. “If she does join this relationship she’s going to have a lot to get used to.”
guys 🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much for blowing this series up, I seriously had no idea it would even get this popular. I’ve always felt my writing was bad so really means the world to me 💗
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After what felt like hours, I finally found an outfit that looked decent enough to go out in. Just as I was about to start getting ready, my phone buzzed.
It was Jeongin: I’ll be there in 15.
I rushed to finish up, grabbed a few accessories, and headed out the door right as he texted again that he’d arrived. Locking up quickly, I jogged to his car and slipped into the back seat.
Jeongin turned around with a bright smile. Seungmin sat beside him, scrolling on his phone.
“Hi, yn!” Jeongin said excitedly.
“Hi, Jeongin… Seungmin,” I replied, giving a small nod when Seungmin glanced at me through the mirror.
“Oh—these are for you.” Jeongin reached over, took a bouquet from Seungmin, and handed it to me.
“You didn’t have to—”
“Shhh. We’re treating you today. The flowers are just the start.”
I smiled softly as he started the car.
When we got to the mall, Jeongin hurried around to open my door.
“Oh? A gentleman?” I teased.
“Anything for you, m’lady.”
I laughed quietly and started toward the entrance. Suddenly, Seungmin appeared beside me and grabbed my hand, still focused on his phone.
“I’m just making sure you don’t wander off. Don’t think about it.”
“Right…” I muttered, trying to ignore the warmth creeping into my face.
I glanced over at Jeongin. “So… did you come here for anything specific?”
“Nothing in particular. We’ll see.”
The second we walked in, Jeongin pulled me straight into a clothing store.
“Come on, ynnie! We need to fix your fashion sense.”
“Hey—!” I protested, but he was already dragging me around, showing me different outfits before getting distracted and wandering off.
“Hi,” Seungmin said suddenly, looking directly at me.
“Hi…?” I replied, unsure.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine…”
“You don’t sound sure.”
“Because you’re making me nervous.”
“Is that so?”
“…Yes.”
He nodded slightly, then glanced over at Jeongin. “If he gets too much, I’ll take over.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So you can be nice?”
“Of course. I just choose not to.”
“Right…”
He leaned a little closer. “You’re lucky I’m being nice today.”
I gently pushed him back. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.”
“I’ll behave. It’s a date, after all.”
“Got it.”
He grabbed my hand again and led me back to Jeongin.
“Where’d you two go?” Jeongin asked.
“Nowhere,” Seungmin answered.
Jeongin looked between us but shrugged. “Food court! I’m starving.”
We ended up at a table, and Jeongin pushed Seungmin toward the food stalls.
“Minnie’s getting food.”
“I did not agree to—”
“He’ll do it,” Jeongin cut him off with a grin.
Once Seungmin walked off, Jeongin leaned forward. “So… do you like us yet, or do we need to try harder?”
“You’ve barely done anything.”
“We’re pacing ourselves. We’ve only just started.”
“What if I don’t like slow?”
Jeongin laughed. “You couldn’t handle our pace.”
“Try me.”
He just smiled.
Seungmin returned with food, setting the tray down. “I guessed what you might like.”
“Thanks,” I said, smiling.
We ate comfortably, the conversation light. Afterward, we wandered through more stores before finally heading back to the car, hands full of bags.
“You could’ve gotten something,” Jeongin said.
“It’s okay. I didn’t really want anything.”
He shrugged and opened my door again. “Still a gentleman.”
“Always.”
As I got in, Seungmin slid into the back beside me. He didn’t say anything, just sat close, still on his phone.
“So… did you like the date?” Jeongin asked as he drove.
“I don’t know… it was kind of lame,” I said jokingly.
He gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?”
“I’m kidding! I loved it. Thank you.”
“Anytime,” he said with a wink.
The ride went quiet. I stared out the window until I felt a hand brush mine.
“Are you secretly clingy?” I asked.
“No,” Seungmin muttered.
“He’s lying,” Jeongin chimed in. “He loves attention.”
Seungmin shot him a look and pulled his hand back.
“Sure,” I teased. “Total tsundere.”
“Say that again—”
“Aww, you are.”
He just turned away, clearly annoyed.
When we got to my apartment, they both walked me to the door.
“So? Best date ever?” Jeongin asked.
“Obviously.”
As I reached for my keys, Seungmin grabbed my wrist and handed me a small box.
“Here.”
I opened it, surprised to find a necklace inside. “This is for me?”
“No kidding.”
“We thought you’d like it,” Jeongin added.
“You guys… this is really sweet. Thank you.”
I smiled at both of them before unlocking my door. “Do you want to come in for a bit?”
They exchanged a glance, then nod
The door swung shut behind us
Before I could set anything down, Jeongin appeared in front of me and Seungmin closed the distance behind. Hands landed on either side of my waist, warm and sure, and suddenly there was no room to think
"So," Jeongin murmured, leaning in. "Do we get an end-of-date kiss?"
I didn't answer with words. My hand found the back of his neck, and I pulled him closer
His lips met mine slowly, almost testing the waters, and then the kiss deepened on its own. Jeongin hummed into my mouth, something low and pleased, before pulling back just enough so I could breathe
"Well, shit," I breathed
Then Seungmin's palm cradled my jaw, tilting my face toward his. He didn't ask. He just pressed his mouth to mine with a quiet, steady hunger, and the line of restraint I'd been holding all night snapped. His tongue slipped past, slow at first, then deeper, and I forgot what I'd been planning to say
Jeongin moved to my neck, his lips trailing down the sensitive curve of my skin. A gentle bite, then a suck that made me shiver
"Can I mark you?" he whispered against my ear, teeth grazing
I nodded
He bit down hard enough to leave a bruise, and a soft moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. Seungmin finally pulled away, and a thin thread of saliva connected our lips for half a second before breaking
"So," I said, breathless and sure of myself for the first time all night. "Wanna spend the night?"
or: you and jisung have been dating for a while now and he can't stop talking about you to, well, anyone who would listen. and so of course he has to introduce you to his best friend! only catch is..his best friend is actually your older brother.
warnings: none! 2k-ish crackfic, sibling Quarells, some second hand embarrassment maybe, pathetic attempt at humor and Korean honorifics (cuz it's funnier that way and cuz im back in my kdrama phase)
a/n: requested by my bby sitri I hope you like it 😼
upon your first meeting with jisung, he spilled his entire coffee down your shirt while trying to talk to you, that wasn't particularly the best first impression, but from then on you knew he was a disaster. It wasn’t even a flirtatious disaster—just pure clumsiness, the kind that made him groan and dramatically collapse onto the cafeteria table. "I swear I’m usually smoother than this," he’d muttered into his sleeves, and you’d laugh so hard your sides ached.
Three months later, he still hadn’t gotten any smoother.
Jisung was the kind of boyfriend who sent you memes at 3 AM with captions like "this is us," and it'd be two monkeys holding hands.
He’d show up to your apartment with his shirt inside out, or forget halfway through a sentence what he was even talking about, his hands flailing as he backtracked with, "Wait, no, scratch that—what was the point again?"
You adored it. Adored him, even when he accidentally used your toothbrush and spent the next hour apologizing.
What he lacked in coordination, though, he made up for in sheer, unshakable enthusiasm. Jisung loved loudly. He’d drag you to hole-in-the-wall noodle shops and insist you try his favorite dish, then watch your face with focus because he needed your validation.
He’d memorize the way you took your coffee and show up with it before your morning lectures. And when he talked about you to his friends—which was often, apparently—it was with the kind of reverence usually reserved for rare celestial events.
a text notification buzzed against your thigh at 9:37 PM, the screen glowing with Jisung’s name
Emergency meeting!!!
my friend thinks I’m lying about you!!!!
You snorted, rolling onto your stomach as your fingers tapped back,
What, like I’m some government conspiracy?
Three dots pulsed. Then,
WORSE. He thinks I made you up in a sleep-deprived delirium.
So that’s how you found yourself wedged into a booth at a 24-hour diner at 10pm on a Tuesday, with Jisung vibrating beside you.
“He’s gonna love you,” he assured you for the fourteenth time, “I mean, obviously. Who wouldn’t? But like — specifically him. Because he’s my best friend. And you’re my—” His sentence disintegrated into a flustered hand wave that nearly knocked over the salt shaker.
The bell above the door jingled. Jisung’s head whipped around so fast you heard his neck crack. “HYUNG!” he bellowed, launching halfway out of the booth. You turned — and froze.
Chan stood in the doorway, leather jacket shrugging off one shoulder, Your brother blinked. You blinked. Jisung, oblivious, was already pulling him towards the table “—and she’s real, see? Told you I wasn’t hallucinating!”
Chan’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression flickering between disbelief, amusement, and the faintest hint of protective warning — the same look he’d given you when you’d tried to sneak out of the house at sixteen, wearing eyeliner for the first time.
You pressed your lips together to stifle a laugh as chan made his way over. Jisung, still mid-sentence, hadn’t noticed the silent exchange.
“—so anyway, she’s basically perfect, hyung, like, objectively? And I know you think I have terrible taste—”
Chan cleared his throat, sliding into the booth opposite you both, “Oh, I know you have terrible taste,” he said, deadpan, and you kicked him under the table. but he didn’t flinch, “But let’s hear it. What’s so special about her?”
Jisung, bless him, took the bait like a goldfish going after a shiny hook.
“Everything,” he breathed, hands gesturing wildly. “She laughs at my dumb jokes—like, actually laughs, not the polite ‘oh god he’s embarrassing himself again’ laugh. And she remembers the weirdest stuff about me, like—”
You tuned out momentarily, watching Chan’s face twitch as he fought to keep his expression neutral. His fingers drummed against the tabletop in the same rhythm he’d used to tap out Morse code messages to you when you were kids and he was supposed to be grounded. 'Play along', it seemed to say. You tilted your head and reached for your water glass to hide your grin.
"—And she's smart," Jisung continued, blissfully unaware of the silent conversation happening across the table. "Like, scary smart. Last week she corrected my calculus homework in pen."
Chan scoffed, "Doesn't sound that smart to me," he said, "Correcting calculus is baseline human decency, berry (the family dog) could do that."
You kicked him again, harder this time, but he just grinned, eyes crinkling with mischief. Jisung gasped like Chan had insulted him — well he insulted you which was worse.
"Hyung!" he squawked, half-standing in the booth. "Take that back right now."
jisung looked genuinely distressed, you seized the moment to slide the conversation sideways.
"So!" you said brightly, plucking a fry from Jisung's plate before he could launch into another defense of your intellect. "Chan-ssi, what do you do when you're not doubting my academic credentials?"
The honorific tasted absurd on your tongue — you'd never called your brother anything but "idiot" in your life — but Jisung didn't notice, too busy glaring at Chan.
Chan leaned back, stretching his arms along the booth's vinyl backrest with practiced nonchalance. "Oh, you know," he said, looking like he was enjoying this too much. "Producing tracks, herding idiots like this one away from open flames—" Jisung squawked indignantly "—the usual."
The diner’s lights hummed overhead, casting a garish glow over the half-eaten plate of fries between you. Chan’s smirk widened as he watched Jisung’s face contort in outrage, his fingers now gripping the edge of the table like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
“Anyway,” Chan drawled, leaning forward, “how long has this relationship been going on, exactly?”
You opened your mouth, but Jisung barreled in like a golden retriever spotting an open car window. this was his favorite thing to talk about after all.
“Three months and seventeen days!” he announced.
“Not that I’m counting or anything, but like, hypothetically, if someone were counting, which I’m not, but if they were, they’d know it was exactly 1,584 hours since our first kiss, which was at 9:23 PM on a Tuesday, so exactly a month and a week ago—”
Chan’s eyebrows climbed so high they nearly disappeared into his hairline. Jisung, completely oblivious to the nuclear-level tension crackling across the table, was now counting off on his fingers. “—and we’ve spent approximately 237 hours together, not including texts, which total roughly—”
“Okay,” Chan cut in, uncharacteristically calm, “Let’s back up.” His gaze flicked to you—really? written all over his face, before settling back on Jisung “You’re telling me you’ve kissed my—” He barely caught himself before saying the word sister “—this perfect, smart, definitely real person—”
“Yes!” Jisung beamed, practically vibrating out of his seat. “And it was even better than I described, hyung, like—” He reached across the table, seizing Chan’s wrist with enthusiasm.
“— and she humors me. Voluntarily. Like yesterday, I texted her that pigeons are government drones, and she agreed and sent me a PowerPoint—”
Chan’s gaze flicked between you and Jisung like he was watching a particularly chaotic ping-pong match. or maybe it was that he couldn't quite imagine his 'baby sis' being with anyone.
“Okay,” he said slowly, each syllable deliberate, “let’s try this again.” He pointed at you with his finger. “You—” Then at Jisung, “—and him. Dating. How did that happen?”
“Oh my god, it was fate,” he gushed, “Like, statistically, what are the odds I’d spill coffee on the one person who’d laugh instead of cursing me? And then she gave me her hoodie like some rom-com heroine—which, by the way, I still have, and it smells like her laundry detergent, which is weirdly comforting—”
Chan’s eye twitched.
“—and then she texted me first after, which never happens, because I’m usually the one sending essay-length apologies for existing—”
You coughed into your napkin, face heating as Jisung’s rambling veered into territory even you hadn’t heard before.
~
The diner’s clock ticked past 12:17 AM when you finally nudged your chair back with an exaggerated stretch. “Alright, disaster duo,” you said, nodding toward Chan’s crumpled menu and Jisung’s fifth refill of soda, “I’ve gotta tap out before my brother files a missing person’s report on me.” You reached for your jacket, but Jisung’s hand shot out, clamping around your wrist with urgency.
“Wait—no,” he blurted, eyes wide and pleading like a kicked puppy. “It’s early. Like, criminally early. The sun’s not even thinking about rising yet.”
His grip tightened slightly, “And—” He hesitated, then brightened with the sudden brilliance of a lightbulb flicking on. “Invite your brother! Yeah! Bring him here! We can—I don’t know—bond over terrible diner soda and judge people’s life choices through the window.”
Chan choked on his own spit, coughing into his fist. “Oh, I’m judging plenty already,” he muttered, shooting you a look that made you bite your lip to keep from laughing, watching Jisung’s face twist in confusion as he glanced between you both.
“Seriously,” Jisung pressed, oblivious to Chan’s internal crisis, “call him!” His fingers were still wrapped around your wrist, warm and slightly sticky from soda condensation. You hesitated, then smirked, pulling your phone from your pocket while making direct eye contact with Chan " y'know what?" you lips curled up in a smirk "i will"
The dial tone pulsed once, twice—then Chan’s ringtone blared from his jacket pocket, the opening bars of some obnoxiously upbeat pop song Jisung had probably forced on him. Chan didn’t even flinch. He just leaned back, dug out his phone, and held it up. The screen flashed Baby Sis.
Chan swiped to answer, pressing the phone to his ear without breaking eye contact with you. "Well?" he said, voice dripping with mock concern through the speaker. "Is everything alright? You never call me this late."
You could see the exact moment Jisung's brain stalled like a computer buffering—his mouth half-open, gaze darting between Chan's face and the phone in his hand. "Uh," he said intelligently, fingers tightening around your wrist.
You raised your own phone to your ear, watching Chan's smirk deepen as you pitched your voice into exaggerated sweetness.
"Oh, just peachy," you chirped into your phone, watching Chan's smirk widen as he leaned forward on his elbows, the diner's garish lighting catching the mischief in his eyes. "Except I'm sitting here with my adorable disaster of a boyfriend—yes, Jisung, I'm talking about you—and I just realized I never introduced you two properly." You paused dramatically, tilting your head. " brother, meet my boyfriend. Boyfriend, meet my very overprotective older brother."
Jisung made a noise like a deflating balloon, his grip on your wrist slackening. His mouth worked soundlessly for a beat before he whispered, "What."
Chan, being an absolute menace, waved at Jisung with his free hand, fingers wiggling in a mock-cute gesture. "Surprise," he said through the phone, then louder in person "Been hearing a lot about you, boyfriend"
Jisung’s face went through approximately ten emotions in three seconds—shock, confusion, dawning horror that chan might genuinely punch him after this, then back to shock before his palms went up to his face as he slid down the chair dramatically.
maybe it'd take him some time to get over this embarrassment. probably more time than it took to get over the embarrassment of your initial meeting.
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summary: minho tries to ignore the comments. he tries to convince himself he's not mean. but sometimes his brain can't decipher the lies. luckily, he has eight other people who are willing to comfort him.
wc: 2.1K
cw: fluff, comfort, angst, crying, kissing
a/n: nah i watched that stupid edit that made me cry and i had to set things straight 😤 and although it's poly!skz, it's very lee know focused lol
main masterlist ... stray kids fake texts masterlist ... taglist
The room was silent. Faces of staff members and crew sat behind the camera pointed directly at him. His phone sat tightly in his hand, a wall of messages from STAY scrolling passed rapidly.
He only did this on his birthday.
The smell of the icing was overwhelming, and the taste of it still lingers in his mouth. He tried to force it. The polite smile. He tried to hold the tears at bay.
He really tried not to focus on it. He shouldn't focus on it.
But as he was filling out his card, there was a question that had him stumped.
How do people percieve you?
He made the mistake of asking STAY.
It wasn't a bad thing, he hadn't thought much about it. Most of the messages were good or mild.
Weird, cat-like, loud, pabo, sweet.
But it was hard to ignore when so many people said the same thing.
at first i thought you were the mean one!
mean
you're lowkey mean
you're mean but i love it
They stuck out like they were highlighted in bold lettering and neon colours. And each time he read it, it felt like a stab to the heart.
He pulled out the nice ones, writing a few of them down and he moved swiftly on.
But it ruminates around the back of his mind.
It was harder when he got home.
He walked in the door as saw the usual chaos that came with loving 8 other idiots. You were perched on the floor with Seungmin and Changbin, playing some game Minho couldn't make out.
Chan, Felix and Jisung were sprawled over the couch, fighting over controllers and trying to sabotage whatever game they were playing.
He watched for a moment as the boys doted on you. Watched Seungmin sabotage Changbin to make sure you won, the way Jisung was feeding you snacks from the couch. Even the way Felix would look at you.
They were so kind. So gentle.
And you lapped it up.
He didn't have time to question where Jeongin and Hyunjin were before you bounded up to him.
"There he is!" You swung your arms around his neck and leaned forward for a kiss, "the birthday boy!"
He kissed you back, but you noticed he didn't melt like he usually does.
"Are you okay?"
"Mmhm," he nodded, trying to avoid the subject together. That familiar feeling bubbling up in him. Whenever someones asks if you're okay, when you're definitely not, and suddenly you're worse than before. But he swallowed it down, "'m just gonna change," he dropped his hands from you and moved around, "I'll be back in a sec."
You watched him disappear into the hallway. No one else seemed to pay him much mind, apart from Chan's "was that Min? Should we get the cake?"
"He's changing," you muttered, eyes focusing on the closed door.
You wandered into the kitchen.
Jeongin and Hyunjin were cooking his favourites, ingredients and dishes sprawled across the benches.
You hoist yourself up on one of the nearby benches, watching Hyunjin cook for a little longer before asking the room, "did he seem off you today? Minho? In his live?"
You had all watched it together in the living room, all of you fawning over how cute he looked with his cat ears on.
"Mmm," Hyunjin thought, "no, he seemed fine to me."
"Innie?" You asked.
"I mean, a little yeah, but he was at the studio beforehand. He must be tired from dancing."
"Mm," you hum for a while.
You think back over the live, trying to pinpoint what exactly felt off to you. You couldn't come up with anything.
Instead, you jumped off the counter and sauntered down the hall.
You stood before his door for a moment before knocking, a gentle tone calling to him, "Min? Can I come in?"
His voice came back strained, "I'll be out in a minute!"
You pushed the door open anyway. And you found him how you expected. Perched at the edge of the bed, cap thrown aside, hair messy from running his hands through it. When he looks up, his cheeks are stained with tracks of tears, eyes red and glassy and nose running.
"I'll- I'll be out in a minute," his voice cracked before dropping his face into his hands again.
"Min," you close the door and lock it. You knew the boys were nosy. You wanted a minute to yourselves.
You approach him and collapse at his feet. Your hands come up to caress the sides of his thighs. You maneuver your head to try and catch his eyes through his hands, but you are unsuccessful.
"Min," you coo, "please look at me," you felt your own tears begin to well up at the sound of his crying.
He takes a deep breath before looking up to you.
"What's going on?"
"It's stupid."
"It's clearly not," your tone is a little harsher than you wanted, but it got the point across. "If you're upset to the point of tears, then it's important. It's important to me. Tell me what's going on."
He sniffles and blinks away a few more tears.
"Can I ask you something?" He squeaks.
You nod.
"Do you... do you think I'm mean?"
You blink up to him, reeling your head back in surprise. "Mean?" you croak. He nods. "Minho, you are the sweetest boy I know. You're a menace sure, but you're never mean about it. You stop when you notice the other person isn't having fun. Mean? Fuck Min, did someone tell you that?"
He nods.
Your eyes darken. "Who?"
"STAY."
You shake your head, "no. Nope. Not STAY. STAY would never call you that. Was this on live today?" he nods again. You sigh, "Min. Those people, they're not true fans ok? They don't know you. They only have a perception of you."
"And their perception of me is mean."
"No," you move to sit beside him on the bed, "people contort things when they're jealous or insecure or rude." You tilt his face towards you so he's looking directly at you now, "I have watched every SKZCODE, every live, every music video, every behind the scenes, every piece of content you boys put out. Even if I wasn't dating you, anyone with eyes would see how much you love those boys and how much you care about them. Whoever said that has a wrong, distorted view of you," you wipe at his eyes now, noticing his crying had slowed.
"It still hurts."
"I know," you nod. You press your forehead to his, "but I know you. If there is anyone's opinion you can trust, it's mine."
"But I'm mean to you," he counters.
"No Min, your playful with me. You've never once said anything to hurt my feelings or make me upset." You pull back, "okay, you want the truth?"
He forces a wet laugh, "what?"
"You remember when Sungie bought me home for the first time? Before I had met any of you?" You wait for him to shake his head, "well, I was terrified out of my mind. Because all that Ji gave me to go off was that you were quiet around new people. I was worrying myself to the point I thought I was going to be sick." You scooted closer to him, "but then you invited me in, you lead me to the couch, you offered me snacks and drinks and blankets. You weren't quite or stand-offish Min. You were gentle. And don't get me wrong, I love Hannie and his chaos, but it was so different. Because no one had ever been that gentle with me."
"I was just being kind."
"You're the reason I wanted more," you smile sweetly at him. "Did Ji ever tell you how annoying I was after that? How easy it was for him to catch on that I had a big fucking crush on you?"
"No," he tried to hide his smile.
But you caught it, and it made you smile more, "I kept asking when I could come around and when I could come to practice and when we could have another movie night with you. And you know..." you began playing with his fingers, "when Hannie suggesting opening our relationship he said to me 'I know you think he's hot'. And don't misinterpret me, I do think that. But that's not why I fell in love with you. That's not the first thing I see in you. It's those eyes," you stare directly at him now, smile gone and replaced with a genuine awe. "They're soft and gentle and every time you look at me," you breathe, "fuck Min, I melt."
"Y/N," he whispers, leaning into your touch.
"Please don't believe them," you beg, "please don't think you're mean," his heart did something violent when he saw tears building in your own eyes, "you're my Minnie. You're soft and gentle and often the first person I come to when I want comfort."
"That's a lie," he chuckles.
"It's true," your hand finds his, "you're the reason my heart grew. I thought Hannie was it for me, but then you came along and showed me that wasn't the case. My heart couldn't take it if I didn't have you."
"Jagi..." he whispered.
But you didn't let him finish. Instead, you pulled him into a gentle kiss. It was wet with tears, and emotionally charged– it was sweet.
"Now," you pull back, "go wash up and be surprised that Innie and Jinnie made your favourites."
"They cooked?"
"Yes," you brush some hair from his face, "it's good I promise."
---
The next morning he was woken up with a very empty bed. Which was unusual, he could have sworn that you and Chan had fallen asleep with him in here.
He stretched out his limbs regardless and sat up, trying to find where his hoodie had been thrown to.
After slipping it back on, he wandered out into the living room where he heard the loud whispering of his 8 lovers.
"Shh!" Your voice cut through, "I think I heard the door."
The next thing he knew, you had appeared in the doorway. A bright smile on your face.
"Morning Jagi.." you beamed.
"Morning..." he drawled, trying to figure out what was happening.
You took both of his hands, "we want to show you something. Minnie spent all night on it."
Minho caught sight of the puppy perched on the couch, a neutral expression on his face that Minho knew all too well. He was feeling soft today.
You pulled him onto the couch, wedged between Changbin and you. You reached forward to press play on the black screen of the tv.
After a moment, there were flashes of videos and photos of Minho. Ones he had never seen. Candids his partners had taken of him.
You leaned into him, whispering, "this is how we see you," you pointed to a particular video, "I love this one."
He watched himself on screen. He figured you must have tracked down a Skijigi for it. It's footage from backstage at the Dominate Celebrate Concert. It doesn't look like much to just anyone, but for the nine of you on the couch, it means everything.
Minho was setting the table. Granted, it was small, the coffee not providing a whole lot of room. But he placed various things on the table before him. Each setting had a different drink at it, and he thought about who would want to sit next to who. He spoke quietly to the camera about his decisions.
"Chan-ah and Hyunjinnie," he pointed to their seats, "Puppy and Han-ah..." He chuckled to himself as he placed Changbins drink, "if I seat him too close to Hyunjin, he'll try to steal his food and Changbin will get sulky." He gestures across the table, "but if he can't see Hyunjin he'll get sulky so I placed them opposite each other."
He pulled out a drink for you and placed it next to his before turning to the camera and smirking. The very persona of a menace, but exhibiting none of the usual traits. "Jagi could sit anywhere, but I always place her here," he points, "that way I can feed her when she doesn't want to eat," he placed Jisungs drinks next to yours, "I like to have them both in sight cause they look so cute when they eat."
He sat back after his work was done, admiring the table setting and satisfied with the arrangements.
He looked back over to the camera with an exhausted smile, "I don't want to get up now. Can you call them over?"
The clip cuts off after that, and transitions into the next one.
There was about 30 minutes of footage. Clips and videos he'd never seen, gathered from everyone's phones and unused talker footage.
By the end, everyone was laughing and reassuring Minho.
When the screen goes blank you look over to him.
"I know you. We all do. And we know you're not mean jagi."
With nothing left to say, he captures your lips in a gentle kiss, quickly taken over by the rest of the boys, piling over you two to get their own.
