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i`ve been working on this lee know pet play fic for a while and was wondering if any of you Tumblr people wanted me to post the rest!

HEY! this is an 18+ post do not interact if your a minor. ty <3

sneak peek:

Lee Know smirked, "Awww, is my kitten not in the mood?”

You flinched at the name.

It could only mean one thing.

He was trying to annoy you/fluster you or

He was trying to push you on edge.

But at this time in the morning he really wouldn't do that, would he?

Hon, he's Lee fucking Minho, of course he would.

"Don't push it…” You said, trying not to let the blush overtake your already flustered cheeks.

"Aww, is my kitten getting shy? It's ok, kitten, you already know what I want, don't you?” He stood and started walking over to where you sat on the living room couch. “I know what you want, and I know what you're thinking. "I can read you like a book," he said, his arm grasping your thigh, making you whine and blush even more than before while he just sat there, enjoying every second of watching you slowly become undone.

You squirmed, trying not to give away how needy you were at 8 in the morning, but before you could get out a word, your sleep shorts were on the floor.

"M-Minho w-what…” you hide, trying to shield your embarrassment as he puts you on the couch and puts you underneath him.

He smirks and says innocently, "I'm just taking care of my little kitten…”

Then you feel it.

His fingers running over your clit almost like nothing, but still making you a shaking mess underneath him.

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thats all you get angels.... let me know if you want the rest ;)

an: omgosh its been forever since I posted (I hate testing 😭) but I've been wanting to get this out for a while so here you go my angels 💗 also taking all requests! (maybe smut...) I also do normal fics too if you wanna request one of those! -kenz

paring: ot8 x fem!reader

tw: angst if u squint, money usage, mentions of overworking (I used BTS and twice for jisung an hyunjin) yn is on her period (Felix)

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~ HYUNG LINE ~

~ Bang Chan ~

~ Minho ~

~ changbin ~

~ Hyunjin ~

~ MAKNAE LINE~

~ Jisung ~

~ Felix ~

~ Seungmin ~

~ Jeongin ~

Felix X gn! reader

warnings: adorable sweet sick lixie <3

Felix hated being sick.

Not because of the fever burning behind his eyes or the ache in his limbs that made even breathing feel heavy—but because sickness made him still. And stillness made him overthink.

He lay sprawled across the couch, blanket tangled around his legs, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. His phone buzzed on the coffee table again.

You.

He stared at it for a moment before answering.

“Hey,” he rasped, voice rough and low, even deeper than usual.

Your voice instantly softened on the other end. “Felix… wow. You sound awful.”

“Thanks,” he tried to joke, but it came out weak. “That was very comforting.”

You sighed. “I’m coming over.”

He pushed himself up slightly. “You don’t have to—”

“I wasn’t asking.”

Twenty minutes later, the door opened quietly. Felix barely had time to register your presence before you were kneeling in front of him, hands gently brushing his hair back from his forehead.

“You’re burning up,” you murmured.

“Mm,” he hummed, eyes fluttering closed at your touch. “I’m okay.”

You gave him a look. “Felix. You texted me ‘I think I’m dying’ with three crying emojis.”

“In my defense,” he muttered, “I felt like I was.”

You laughed softly and pressed a cool cloth to his forehead. He sighed, shoulders slumping as if he’d been holding himself together purely out of stubbornness.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you asked gently.

He shrugged. “Didn’t want to be a burden.”

That made you pause.

You set the cloth aside and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to meet your eyes. “Hey. Never say that.”

Felix swallowed. “I just… I’m supposed to be strong, you know? I don’t like being seen like this.”

You leaned closer, forehead resting against his. “I want to see you like this. It means you trust me.”

His breath hitched, just barely.

You helped him up carefully, guiding him to the bedroom. He leaned heavily into you, arm slung around your shoulders, all his usual energy replaced by quiet reliance.

Once he was tucked into bed, you disappeared briefly and returned with water, medicine, and a small bowl of soup.

Felix watched you from under the blanket, eyes soft.

“You don’t have to do all this,” he murmured.

You smiled. “I know. I want to.”

You coaxed him into drinking water, then spoon-fed him soup when his hands shook too much to hold it himself. Each time you wiped his lips gently, his cheeks warmed—not from the fever this time.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?”

“For staying.”

You climbed into bed beside him, careful not to jostle him, and opened your arms. Felix didn’t hesitate. He curled into you immediately, head tucked against your chest, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You’re warm,” he mumbled.

“So are you,” you said. “Like a furnace. A very cute furnace.”

A tiny laugh escaped him before it turned into a cough. You rubbed slow circles into his back until it passed.

“I hate feeling useless,” he admitted quietly.

You kissed the top of his head. “You’re allowed to be weak sometimes, Felix. I’ll hold you through it.”

His grip tightened just a little.

“Promise?” he asked, voice small.

“I promise.”

The room fell quiet except for his breathing evening out. You felt his body slowly relax, tension melting away as sleep finally claimed him.

Before drifting off completely, he murmured, “Love you.”

You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Love you too. Rest now.”

And for once, Felix let himself.

a/n: guys I think I'm becoming obssed with sick fics this one was really fun to make bc lixie is my bias <3 hope you liked <3

seungmin X reader

Content Warnings:

Reader illness (fever, fatigue)

Caretaking

Soft teasing

Comfort & fluff

You realized you were sick when standing up made the room tilt.

You barely made it back to the couch before your legs gave out, curling into yourself with a groan. Your phone buzzed somewhere near your pillow, but even lifting your arm felt like too much effort.

The door unlocked a few minutes later.

“Did you seriously text me ‘I’m fine’ and then stop responding?” Seungmin’s voice cut through the quiet apartment.

You tried to answer. What came out instead was a hoarse, pathetic sound.

Seungmin froze.

He crossed the room in long strides, crouching in front of you. “Hey. Look at me.”

You opened your eyes just enough to see his worried expression—eyebrows drawn together, lips pressed into a thin line. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead and immediately frowned.

“You’re burning up.”

“I told you I was fine,” you mumbled.

“That was a lie,” he said flatly. “A very bad one.”

He helped you sit up, movements careful but firm, and guided you back against the cushions. Then he tugged the blanket around your shoulders, tucking it in like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“You’re not allowed to move,” he said. “I’ll handle everything.”

You blinked at him. “Bossy.”

He huffed a small laugh. “Only when you’re sick and stubborn.”

Seungmin disappeared into the kitchen, returning with water, medicine, and a thermometer. He waited patiently while you took it, watching the numbers climb.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Fever. You’re officially banned from pretending you’re okay.”

You leaned weakly into his shoulder. “I hate being sick.”

“I know,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you. “You get quiet.”

That made your chest ache more than the fever did.

He guided you to the bedroom, sitting you gently on the edge of the bed while he grabbed fresh sheets and an extra blanket. Once you were settled, he pressed a cool cloth to your forehead.

“You’re really good at this,” you said softly.

Seungmin shrugged. “Someone has to be when you won’t take care of yourself.”

You watched him move around the room—efficient, calm, focused entirely on you. Every so often, he’d glance back to make sure you were still awake, still breathing evenly.

“You don’t have to stay,” you murmured.

He stopped.

Then he walked back to you, crouched down, and looked you straight in the eyes. “Yes, I do.”

You swallowed. “Why?”

“Because you’d do the same for me,” he said simply. “And because I want to.”

That was very Seungmin—no dramatics, just honesty.

He sat beside you, pulling you carefully into his arms. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, steady and reassuring.

“Try to sleep,” he whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Your body relaxed almost immediately, the warmth and safety sinking in.

Just before sleep claimed you, you felt his fingers brush through your hair, gentle and repetitive.

“Feel better soon,” he murmured. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”

You smiled weakly. “I like seeing you take care of me.”

He scoffed quietly. “Don’t get used to it.”

Setting: Post-concert / backstage

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin × Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Romance

Content Warnings: Panic attack depiction ,Self-blame / negative self-talk,Emotional distress, Physical comfort (hand-holding, hugging, forehead touches, kiss on the head)

Word Count: 629 words

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The hallway backstage was loud, but it felt like you were underwater.

Voices blurred together. Laughter echoed. Staff rushed past, riding the high of a successful concert—but all you could hear was the mistake. The beat you missed. The step that came half a second too late. The moment your body froze while the music kept going.

You slipped into a quiet room and shut the door, sliding down the wall until you were sitting on the floor.

Your chest felt tight.

Too tight.

You pressed a hand over your heart, trying to breathe in—but the air wouldn’t go all the way in. Your fingers trembled as your thoughts spiraled faster and faster.

Everyone saw it. You ruined everything. Why can’t you ever just be perfect?

Your breathing grew shallow, uneven. Your vision blurred at the edges as panic rushed in all at once.

The door opened softly.

Hyunjin froze when he saw you—curled on the floor, shaking, breath stuttering like it was fighting you instead of helping. He shut the door immediately and crossed the room in seconds.

“Hey… angel,” he said gently, dropping to his knees in front of you. “Look at me, love.”

You tried, but your eyes wouldn’t focus. “I—I messed up,” you gasped. “I messed up and I can’t—”

“I know, darling,” he said softly. “But you’re safe. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

He stayed at your level, careful not to crowd you.

“Can you hear me, angel?” he asked.

You nodded weakly.

“Good,” he murmured. “We’re going to slow this down together, love. Just me and you.”

He lifted his hand slightly. “Can I hold your hand?”

You reached for him immediately, fingers curling into his sleeve.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “I’m right here, darling.”

He gently guided your hand to his chest. “Feel my heartbeat? It’s still fast from the stage. You’re not broken—your body’s just catching up.”

Your breath hitched again.

“Breathe with me, angel,” he said, voice calm and steady. “In for four.”

He exaggerated the inhale so you could follow.

“One… two… three… four.”

You tried. It was shaky, but it was there.

“Good,” he praised softly. “Now out. Slow, love.”

You exhaled, shoulders trembling.

Again.

Hyunjin stayed with you, counting quietly, thumb brushing over your knuckles every time your breath faltered.

“That’s it, darling. You’re doing so good.”

Gradually, the panic loosened its grip. The tightness in your chest eased just enough for you to breathe without fighting.

When the shaking finally slowed, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I hate when this happens.”

Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“Don’t apologize, angel,” he said firmly but tenderly. “Not for panicking. Not for making a mistake. Not ever.”

You clutched onto him, grounding yourself in the warmth of his embrace.

“I thought I ruined everything,” you admitted quietly.

Hyunjin leaned back just enough to meet your eyes. “You didn’t, love. And even if you had stumbled harder than you did—which you didn’t—I would still be proud of you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb.

“One moment doesn’t define you,” he said softly. “What defines you is that you kept going. And that takes courage, darling.”

Exhaustion settled in as the adrenaline faded.

Hyunjin shifted to sit against the wall, pulling you into his side and letting your head rest against his chest.

“Stay,” you whispered.

He tightened his arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m not leaving, angel,” he murmured. “I’ll stay with you as long as you need.”

The noise of the venue faded behind the door, replaced by steady breathing, warmth, and the quiet certainty that you were safe—held, loved, and not alone.

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A/n: HIii I'm finally clearing my drafts today and getting this sh!t done (thank gosh XD ) Im so sorry most of the stuff on my account got deleted bc I wanted to restart and will be changing my theme soon anyways request are open (any member any topic EXEPT SMUT!!!) byeee have a good day angel <3

-xx kenz

Pairing: Yang Jeongin (I.N) × Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Light Romance

Content Warnings:

Mild emotional insecurity, Self-doubt / performance anxiety, Soft physical contact (hand-holding), Quiet, intimate moments

Summary: Late-night practice brings two tired souls together. In the quiet between the music, Jeongin finds comfort, reassurance, and something that feels a lot like home—in you.

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You always loved the practice room late at night.

There was something calming about the hum of the lights, the scuffed wooden floors, the faint echo of music that lingered long after the speakers were turned off. It felt like a place where mistakes were allowed to exist without judgment.

You didn’t expect to find Jeongin there too.

He was sitting on the floor, back against the mirrored wall, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. His phone rested beside him, music paused mid-song. When he noticed you, his eyes widened slightly—like a deer caught in headlights—before his familiar shy smile appeared.

“Oh—hey,” he said softly. “I didn’t think anyone else would still be here.”

You shrugged, stepping inside and closing the door behind you. “Couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d practice a bit.”

Jeongin nodded, patting the floor beside him without really thinking. You sat down, close enough that your shoulders almost touched. Almost.

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that felt warm.

“I messed up today,” he admitted suddenly, staring at his reflection instead of you. “Not during practice—just… in my head. I keep thinking I’m not doing enough.”

You turned toward him. “Jeongin, you’re always doing your best. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

He laughed quietly, a little embarrassed. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true.”

He finally looked at you then, really looked at you. The teasing grin he usually wore was gone, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.

“You make things feel lighter,” he said. “When I’m around you, it’s like I can breathe again.”

Your heart skipped. “I feel the same.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, hesitantly, his hand brushed against yours. Not on purpose—at least, that’s what he pretended. But he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he intertwined his fingers with yours, carefully, like he was afraid the moment might break if he moved too fast.

“Can I stay like this?” he asked quietly.

You squeezed his hand. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Jeongin leaned his head against your shoulder, a small smile tugging at his lips. The room was silent again, but this time it felt different—full.

Full of comfort. Full of warmth. Full of something that felt like the beginning of love.

And for once, neither of you felt like rushing away.

A/n: HIII <3 I'm SO SORRY my other posts got deleted (I deleted them) bc I thought I should just shuffle the mebebers and the order of what I write there fics and what kinda fic it is hehe, so hyunjin is next for a comfort fic bc he's too sweet for this world <3 anyways I hope you enjoy lmk if u wanna be added to my dad and lonely tag list with no one on it :D BYeee (not proof read btw)

Hi so I normal just do repost of skz or post my own writing but this has come to my attention and cannot be ignored

TW: sextual context, mentions of s3x

Ok so on YouTube, as most of us are sure of theres two accounts owned by the same person the accounts are called Felixforevermine one has extremely sextual content about the members and hate involving everyone of the members of skz, the other is more directed at making all the members look bad except Felix, which is very very toixc way of saying you like a member.

some are just plain repusing like saying Felix is a slut, calling hyunjin ugly and fat (our poor baby :( ) calling multiple members p3rvs, saying they want to finger Felix, talking shit about hyunjin, saying bad shit about all the members and saying Felix was sextual assaulted more than once by multiple members. Im sorry but that's just discusting I could not live with myself if I posted content like that. Some of their post are bellow

I honestly think this is getting out of hand, all of that was just from one account, so stays WE NEED TO GET THEM BANNED BLOCKED OR SOMEONE THAT BOUGHT A FANCALL PLEASE TELL A MEMBER OR REPORT THIS SOMEHOW. I linked both accounts so we can block them, feel free to reblog this to get the word out about this account I cant even put into words how grossed out I am.

THIS WAS A REQUESTED PART TO FOR MY QUEEN @wallowingunderawillow <3 hope it was good enough and maybe you will get part 3 if you ask nicely byeeeee <3

-xx kenz

cw: hanahaki disease, romance, mentions of dying, blood

part one here

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Darkness presses in, soft and heavy, but not complete. There’s a thin thread pulling me upward—warm, steady, insistent. It takes me a moment to realize it isn’t a sound or a memory.

It’s a hand.

His hand.

My fingers are limp at first, unresponsive, but he curls his around mine gently, like he’s afraid I’ll shatter if he holds on too tight. His thumb brushes the back of my knuckles in slow circles, grounding me in the middle of the chaos.

“Nabi,” he whispers, leaning closer. “Stay with me, okay?”

His voice is surprisingly soft, nothing like the frantic noise around us. The pressure of his hand is the only thing stopping me from slipping all the way into unconsciousness. I cling to it—not with strength, but with whatever is left of me.

Another cough threatens to tear through my chest, but he squeezes my hand, firm enough to pull my attention back to him.

“Hey, hey,” he murmurs. “Look at me. Just breathe.”

I try. My eyelids flutter, heavy as stone, but I manage to focus on him. His face is tense, brows drawn, like he genuinely cares—not in the shallow, horrified way the crowd does, but in a way that feels painfully real. Like he’s seen this. Like he’s sat beside someone else before, holding their hand, waiting for the flowers to stop.

A vine slips past my lips, thin and trembling. He doesn’t let go.

He shifts closer, kneeling fully on the floor even though petals and blood are scattered everywhere. With his free hand, he guides a few loose strands of hair away from my face, brushing them gently behind my ear.

His touch is cautious, almost reverent.

“I’ve got you,” he says. “I’m right here.”

Another wave of pain climbs my spine, and my grip tightens around his hand—not because I mean to, but because my body is desperate for something, anything, to anchor to. He squeezes back immediately, matching the pressure, steady and sure.

The trembling in my lungs eases just a fraction.

Around us, people are still shouting—footsteps echoing, doors slamming, someone calling for help—but none of it matters compared to the unwavering warmth of his fingers entwined with mine.

For the first time since the flowers began, I don’t feel alone.

My breathing grows uneven. My vision blurs again. The world tilts. All I see is the white lilies covering my clothes This is how I die is the only thing I can think about

He leans closer, so close I can feel his breath at my temple.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, squeezing my hand one more time. “I’m not letting go.”

And as everything finally fades—light, sound, weight—I fall into the darkness with his hand still holding mine.

I look at him, his expression cursed with worry as he stares at me while I suffer, more petals coming from my lips, blood spilling with the white petals, he looks at them.

¨You still with me?¨ he asks, eyes floating back to the white lilies. The flowers are now in my hair, his hair… his hair…

I stop my thoughts before they go haywire, to things that could never happen as he sits on with me while I'm on my death bed. And my mind can only think of one thing to say:

¨ What's your name…? ¨ I ask as he brushes his finger through my hair, eyes soft with worry and the starting of tears,as he knows what's going to happen to me.

¨ Jun,¨ he says ¨your Nabi-chun, your mom died of hanahaki because she was forced to marry your father an-¨

¨How do you know that…?¨ I question my eyelids growing heavy as people around us slowly realize what's happening to me.

¨Stay alive…¨ he states sternly with no room for negotiation

I nod slowly trying to stay awake as I hear sirens in the distance, almost sounding like little kids screaming, or like my mother when the flowers spilled from her own lips. The tears streaming down her face, her expression frozen in heartbreak that can never be healed. I turn on my side and realize my head is in his lap, as he strokes my hair. I began to feel the tears fall but they were hot, flaming almost like the blood dripping from my lips.

¨ Who is it?¨ Jun questions looking hopeful.

I look away scared to meet his gaze as I know what he's talking about, he wants to know who I fell for. I say a single word to the man that caused me this unforgivable pain.

¨you.¨

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a/n part three maybe.... only if u ask :3 repost, likes and comments greatly appreciated cause im trying to get my accout up there tysm bye bye angels <3

omg hey queen! YaY my first request :3 (kinda) anyways I am posting part two on the 13 @ 12 am est hope you like and should this be a series???? hope you like see you then bye <3