xia 🤍

Im xia! I will be writing fanfics of multiple kpop groups! (Skz,enha,xdh,etc!)

I will write Fluff, angst and smut, and honestly anything else (except weird things or js downright disgusting stuff)

MASTERLIST🖤

I will be tagging my MASTERLIST of all my fanfics here.

I won’t be writing all the time, to avoid burnout and everything, I also do dance in real life so doing that, writing, going to the gym, college, etc. is a lot.

Also my recs are open if u wanna recommend any ideas for me to write!! I apologise if my writing is bad lol.

(Park sunghoon x reader, suggestive, nothing else really!)

2/7 (yes I’m doing a Heeseung version.. shoot me🤷🏻‍♀️)

(Park Jongseong x reader, Suggestive, no other warnings tbf lol)

I might make versions for the other members too🤍

(Lee Minho x Han jisung, top!leeknow, bottom!han, say gex, angst, mention of internalised homophobia, college au, everyone is 18+, coming out, tiny fluff at the end, idk what else, not proofread!)

Summary: Minho and Jisung are college roommates, to the outside world and their classmates that’s all they are, but for the past few months they’ve formed a connection.. a connection Minho doesn’t want to face.

The door slams as Minho walks into the dorm, Hans eyes immediately flick up to him.. “you okay?” his tone is soft and gentle. Minho nods and doesn’t look at jisung, his jaw clenched as he throws his bag onto the floor. He rolls his shoulders and stands infront of where jisung is sat and he looks up at him, those eyes.. so needy, so big, so vulnerable.

Minho clears his throat “wanna watch a movie or something?” He tilts jisungs chin up lightly before letting go, he loves seeing jisung from this angle. “I was planning on getting something to eat.” Jisung swallows harshly, “like ordering in?” Minho tilts his head at jisung, “no like.. going out to eat something.”

“Ji..” Minho sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, he doesn’t like to be seen with jisung.. “I never said you’re coming..” jisung smirks softly and stands up, directly infront of Minho. Minho smirks back and scoffs, “so rude..” he pushes jisung back down onto the couch and sits next to him, his thigh pushing against jisungs.. “I’ve had a stressful day..” Minho wets his lips softly as he looks at jisung.

“If you wanna fuck me just ask me, hyung” jisung chuckles gently, Minho grimaces “don’t say it like that..” jisung tilts his head, “what do I say min? Have sex, make love, bre-” Minho silences jisung by pressing his lips to his, passionately, sloppy, fast.. minho slips his tongue in and takes the lead, he always does, jisung moans into the kiss slightly as he usually does, and then Minho pulls away.

Jisungs lips are swollen and his cheeks flushed.. “bedroom.” Minho says coldly and jisung nods quickly and rushes to the bedroom, Minho strides into the room a minute later to find jisung sat on the bed, completely bare apart from his boxers, “what are you doing?” Minho stops, “I’m waiting.. for you, right?” Jisung looks lost, as if he’s done something wrong.

“Yeah but.. put your top on, it’s-” Minho breathes in deeply “you know that’s my preference ji.” Jisung doesn’t respond, instead he just complies and puts on his t-shirt.. Minho walks to the side of the bed where Jisung is sat, it’s awkward, it always is.. it’s something they’ve done countless times but yet, Minho always feels a strange dullness in his chest, his heart.. like there’s something he needs to address but he keeps pushing it down.

Minho unbuckles his belt and drops his pants, jisung kneels at the edge of the bed as he pulls down Minhos boxers, eyeing up his length. He wraps his hand around it gently but Minho pushes his hand away, “just.. take off your boxers ji.” Jisung looks slightly defeated and confused but yet again he complies.

Minho pumps himself a few times as jisung gets onto all fours, “why don’t we ever try other positions?” Jisung asks, his voice soft.. “this is my favourite, you know that..” Minho swallows harshly, it’s not the truth.. but he knows that any other position is too intimate, too personal, the idea of looking into jisungs eyes as he fills him isn’t a bad one, but it’s an idea Minho doesn’t want to think about.

He lines himself up with jisungs hole, one hand on ji’s hip and the other on his own cock as he guides himself inside of him. The sensation of pushing in is always heavenly, and the noise that leaves jisungs lips is so addictive. He pushes in and out of jisung, watching himself disappear inside of his ass.. Minho groans and bites his lip as he fastens his pace.

He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, thrusting into jisung.. and quickly looks away as if he’s disgusted with himself. Jisung whines and whimpers as Minho pounds into him, he’s going faster than usual.. jisungs hands grip the sheets as he moans louder, the pleasure unbearable.

“Fuck..” Minho groans under his breath, it feels too good.. Jisung whines again and Minho feels the knot in his stomach forming.. “ji..” he grunts softly, he continues to pound into jisung, he tightens his grip on jisungs hips as he watches his cock entering and leaving jisungs ass, “mmphhh” jisung moans out.. that was it.

Minho feels his hips buck into jisung as he cums, he slows his pace.. holding jisung still with his length still inside of him, he falls forward onto jisung, pressing him into the mattress.. his cock still buried in him, “I..” Minhos voice is muffled against jisungs back.. “that was so good..” jisungs voice wavers as he spoke.

Minho had no control over his mouth, or the words that leave it.. “I love you, Ji..” He plants a kiss to jisungs back.. “what?” Jisung lifts his head.. the realisation hits Minho and he gets up, pulls out of jisung and stands off the bed. “I didn’t say anything.” He feels an internal embarrassment, “you said you love me,” Jisung turns around and chuckles softly.

But this isn’t funny to Minho.. “no I fucking didn’t Ji.” Minho snaps, jisungs face shifts slightly, “you did!” Minho puts on his boxers, “no I didn’t, stop making it weird.” He scoffs. Jisung laughs lightly in disbelief, “I’m making it weird? You just said you loved me!” Minho pauses for half a second, just long enough.

He continues to get dressed as he speaks, “I didn’t mean it like that, it was just shit that people say,” Minho tenses his jaw “doesn’t mean anything.” he doesn’t make eyecontact. “Doesn’t mean anything..” Jisung repeats with a soft scoff, he’s clearly hurt. Minho laughs, sharp and humourless, “Jeez ji, you’re acting like this is.. like we’re together or something.”

“We’ve been sleeping with eachother for these past few months Minho, you’re the one who initiates it most the time!” Jisung raises his voice slightly. “that doesn’t mean I’m-” Minho stops himself, then tries again. “I’m not gay.” He avoids eyecontact as jisung stares at him “you were just balls deep inside me Minho, and you have been for a while now.” Jisung sighs as he tries to keep calm.

“Don’t say it like that, it’s just sex, it doesn’t mean anything.. i, i’m not into men.” Minho pinches the bridge of his nose. “You can keep telling yourself that hyung, but the more you push away your feelings, the more pain it’ll cause you.” Minho breathes deeply, jisung is right, and that’s what pisses him off. “I don’t need a therapy session from you, get some pants on.” Minhos voice is cold, jisung hit a nerve.

Minho leaves jisungs room and goes to his own, he’ll only have sex with jisung in jisung’s room, in his mind that makes it okay.. if it stays out of his room it doesn’t mean anything. Jisung gets his pants back on and then walks to Minhos room, “being gay doesn’t mean you’re weak hyung.” He pushes the door slightly.

Minho doesn’t respond, his head is in his hands, “I know it’s hard, I’ve been in your position before.” Jisung steps into the room, “don’t try to relate to me, we’re nothing alike.” Minho snaps, although his voice is strained. “We’re more alike than you think Minho, more than you want to admit.”

“I like girls.” Minho says, more to himself than to jisung, “you can like both.” Jisung pipes up, “okay well I don’t!” Minho lifts his head, his eyes glazed. “I don’t like both.. I,” Minhos breath catches in his chest, “you’re fucking messing with my head” he says to jisung, but he just watches him.. “stop looking at me like that.” Jisung chuckles, “I’m not looking at you min.” He says softly.

“Stop laughing, you’re ridiculing me.. calling me gay, trying to get me to admit I am..” minho rubs his eyes, “I’m not doing anything, just trying to help.” Jisung sits next to Minho.. “I’m not gay..” Minho looks at jisung, “I’m not..” his tone is slightly unsure.

There’s a moment of silence where Minho is just looking at jisung.. studying him. “Fuck..” Minhos tone is light and heavy at the same time. Jisung tilts his head, confused. “I don’t hate you.” Minho says quietly, “you never said you did.” Jisung replies with the same tone as Minho. “I’m just, scared.” He admits, “scared of.. this.” He points between himself and jisung.

It’s shocking that Minho would admit to being scared of anything, he’s so tough usually, cold, closed off.. “this? What is this?” Jisung asks him, leaning slightly in. “Us, you know.. having sex.. I’m scared of what it could be.” Minho sighs, “like I said I don’t hate you, I just hate that you’re making me think about this stuff.” Minho looks away.

Jisung doesn’t pipe up or interrupt, he lets Minho talk it out, mainly with himself. “I said I like girls, but when was the last time I had a girlfriend..” Minho laughs at himself, “I don’t like both, but what if.. the one that I like isn’t girls.” Minho pinches the bridge of his nose, yet again. “I don’t want to like boys ji..” he looks at jisung again.

“But, I know I do.” He admits finally.. Jisung smiles softly and grabs his hand and for once Minho doesn’t pull away, “I told you it feels better when you get it out,” jisung nods, “no it doesn’t.” Minho laughs.

“But I don’t like all boys ji.. just you.” Minho smirks softly, “whatever you say” Jisung laughs and grabs Minhos face, kissing him softly, more caringly. And although nobody else knows, it’s still a step towards Minho finally feeling okay with himself.

(Han jisung x Lee Minho, Minsung, kissing, suggestive, nsfw, smut, dih sucking, Han is the bottom (duh), tiny bit dacryphilia, sorta fluff at the end, lowk freaky ash, not proofread! Idk what else)

Summary: where some ‘fanservice’ leads into something.. deeper, in a lot more ways than one.

It all started on stage, yet again Minsung were messing around and teasing Stays with their fan service, Minho slapped Jisungs butt, they whispered in eachothers ears, Jisung stared too much at Minho and vice versa but.. something about today felt different to Jisung.

Maybe it was just his nerves from performing in a country they’ve never been to before, maybe it was the fact that he didn’t eat enough before going on stage.. or maybe it was all just because of Minho, but every move and action Minho did caused jisungs stomach to fill with butterflies..

It wasn’t just innocent actions, Minho was determined to get a reaction out of Jisung today.. so he pushed further. When he knew the camera was off of them, he walked up to jisung and put both his hands on his shoulders, pushing down to make him fall to his knees.. out of shock jisungs eyes widened as he fell down.

Minho smirked at Jisung’s pathetic look, petting him on the head lightly before turning the other way, leaving him on the floor in shock. Of course fans saw it, Minho knew they did, but he didn’t care.. Jisung swallowed harshly before smoothing out his hair and standing up slowly, his eyes locked onto Minho.

The concert continued as usual; fans screamed, music blared, everyone danced and sung, but Minho was focused on Han.. he can’t stop thinking of Jisungs gaze at him, how submissive he looked when he was on his knees..

The same thing played through Jisung’s head, he kept thinking about how much he enjoyed being pushed to the ground and how hot Minho looked while he stared down to him, jisung shook his head and tried to convince himself to stop.

The concert proceeded to the final encore, the encore songs played and the members all played around on the stage, Changbin and Hyunjin were down by barricade, interacting with fans.. Bangchan was at the edge of the stage waving and spraying water on fans, likewise with Felix and Seungmin.. Jeongin was sat at the edge of the stage interacting with a couple Stays..

But Jisung and Minho? They were on the far right of the stage, jisung was just about to go to the stairs to go down to barricade but Minho grabbed his shoulder, and of course Jisung stopped and turned to him.. Minho’s hand snaked to the back of Jisungs head finding place in his hair, and he pushed his head up and down in beat to the song.

Jisung felt ecstatic, staring at Minho with his head tilted slightly downwards and his eyes wide and a smile on his face.. Minho felt his chest tighten at Jisungs stare.. biting his lip slightly to stop his face from reacting too much, but it wasn’t his face he had to worry about.

Minho immediately let go of Han when he felt his body react, pressing against his pants.. he cleared his throat and quickly sat down on the stage, his legs lifted slightly to cover his bulge in his pants.. he hates that Jisung has this effect on him, but he loves it too..

Jisung raises a brow at Minhos quick reaction and his flushed cheeks, watching him sat on the floor.. he goes to sit next to Minho, falling down lightly and watching his face.. Minhos jaw is tight and his gaze is ahead at the crowd. “You good?” Han asks quietly to Minho, his voice soft. Minho just nods, he lets his legs fall infront of him so he’s sat with his legs flat against the floor now.

Jisungs eyes travel down and lock on the bulge that Minho thought was barely visible.. he looks up at Minhos face and back down, his eyes wide and he swallows the lump that formed in his throat.. he leaned into Minhos ear, “uhm.. you, you’re..” he looks down to signal to Minho..

Immediately Minho covers himself with his hand, lifting his knees again.. he stares at Jisung and whispers back “that’s why you shouldn’t be so close to me, you just have that effect on me Ji..” he says lowly, Hans cheeks flush bright red immediately and he looks away shyly.. Minho smirks slightly and his other hand comes up to rub jisungs lower back gently.

He flinched lightly at the touch but looked back at Minhos face and grinned gently, his eyes flicking between Minhos eyes and lips before standing up and walking to the stairs to go interact with stays.

The concert ended.. it was one of their best crowds so far, loudest even. Everyone changed out of stage clothes and makeup and now they were all getting into the cars to head back to their hotel, Minho held the door for Jisung and got in the car and sat right next to him, Minhos thighs pushing against Jisungs. Everyone was tired, falling asleep in the car but not Minsung, they were both as awake as anything.

Minho rested his hand on Jisungs upper thigh, his thumb rubbing circles gently on the material of his sweatpants. Jisung looked at Minho and smirked lightly, looking down at his hand and resting his hand on top of Minhos. They were both in a good mood, especially Minho, because he knew he was able to ruin jisung tonight.

“My hotel room?” He lent in closely to Jisung and whispered softly, “yes.” Han mumbled, his voice is so light and pretty to Minhos ears.. he can’t wait to hear what other noises jisung can make.

“Please wait til you’re in the hotel to be boyfriends.. I’m too tired to hear this convo.” Jeongin grimaced tiredly and Minho let out a chuckle, “cover your ears if you’re so bothered, plus we’re almost there..” Minho teased back. Jeongin complied and covered his ears, making both Jisung and Minho laugh.

The car came to a halt and the other members started getting out, Minho squeezed Jisungs thigh before they got out the car, walking closely next to each other and rushing into the hotel. When they got into the hotel everyone separated to go to their rooms, Minho and Jisung went together to the elevator to go up to floor 2, Minhos room is there.

They pushed the button of the elevator, and luckily nobody was inside, they both stepped in and Minho didn’t even wait for the door to close fully before grabbing jisungs waist and pulling him in to a kiss, Jisung melted into the kiss and closed his eyes contently wrapping his arms around the back of Minhos neck.

The kiss was short lived though, the elevator dinged to annouce it arrived at the second floor, Minsung straightened themselves up and stood normally, when the elevator doors opened an older lady was stood waiting and they bowed lightly to her before stepping out.. they practically ran to Minhos room, well jisung did, Minho took long strides to get there faster but jisung was too eager.

Minho quickly pulled out his hotel key and unlocked the door, letting jisung walk in first, the lights were dim but not off. Minho shut the door and locked it behind them, Jisung stood infront of him just staring. “You’re cute.” Minho chuckled at him before brushing past and walking to close his curtains, “just cute? Hyung what about my personality?” Han pouted.

“Your personality is.. normal.” Minho spoke before turning around and walking up to Jisung while smirking, “what am I?” Minhos voice lowered as he started to take off his jacket, the distance between them is minimal. “You’re weird.” Jisung laughed, “I don’t think I’m weird.” Minho said as he turned his head to throw his jacket on the chair beside them. “I like that about you.” Jisung nodded gently.

Minho tilted Jisungs chin upwards slightly before kissing him lightly, “do you like being on your knees ji?” He asked, his eyes darkening.. Han froze and chuckled.. “Yes..I-i do” He nodded softly and looked at Minho with those prey eyes.. “come on then, kneel for me.” Minho watched Jisungs expression to make sure he wasn’t uncomfortable, but his reaction was the opposite, jisung was excited?

Han quickly took off his shoes and then kneeled infront of Minho, his eyes locked onto Minhos sweatpants before he looked up through his eyelashes at Minho, smiling. “Eager huh?” Minho laughed breathily, Han nodded.

“You have to use your words honey.” Minho ruffled Jisungs hair before pulling down his sweatpants, “I can’t wait..” Jisung said slowly as he watched Minho slide his sweatpants down, revealing his boxers with a familiar bulge poking through.

“If you want me to stop you know what to do..” Minho spoke gently as he cupped Hans chin, tilting his head up at him so he could look in his eyes. He slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing his already hard dick.. jisungs eyes widened before he wrapped his hand around it. Minho groaned gently at the touch.

Jisung spat on his hand before stroking the length of Minho, “good boy..” Minho looked down at jisung and watched him.. and just like muscle memory, Jisung took the tip between his lips, swirling his tongue around it softly, his eyes fixed up on Minho who was definitely enjoying it.

His hand found place on the back of Jisungs head, just like earlier in the concert.. not pushing yet, but ready to. Jisung started to suck gently, his hands gripping onto Minhos strong thighs. He nodded up at him as if to confirm that Minho can push his head now.

Minho started light, just guiding Hans head.. Jisungs eyes stay focused onto Minhos, holding the eyecontact while he lets out groans and sharp breathes. Jisung starts to bob his head faster and Min clutches his hair tighter, and starts to push his cock deeper into Jisungs throat with every movement of his head.

“Doing so good..” Minho spits out as he watches Jisungs eyes start to water, his eyes focus on his position on the floor, on his knees, back arched slightly, hands on Minhos thighs for stability and his pretty eyes filling with tears..

Minho moves both of his hands onto Jisungs head, gripping his hair lightly and making him deepthroat.. Han gags once as minhos cock hits the back of his throat, but he lets him use his throat.

He continues to swirl his tongue around his cock as he takes it so deeply down his throat, he looks up at Minho through fluttering eyelashes, minhos eyes are still locked onto jisung, his gaze could burn a hole through him.. the water in jisungs eyes turn to tears as he gets his throat pummelled and the tears seem to just fuel minhos pleasure more.

“So pretty when you cry ji..” Minho groans out in between moans.. his chest heaving as he gets closer and closer to climax. Jisung just hums in response, choking on his dick.

Jisung starts to suck faster and Minho hands are rested on his head just for stability, he’s not guiding him anymore.. Jisung feels his cock twitch in his mouth and he knows he’s going to cum soon. Minhos moans get louder and jisung keeps his pace, looking up at Minho although his eyes are still filled with tears, a couple streaming down his cheeks.

“I’m gonna cum..” Minho says lowly.. his voice shaky, jisung keeps at it until Minho grips his hair tighter and pushes his dick deep into Jisungs throat as he reaches his climax, jisung chokes but keeps his eyes on Minho so he can watch him cum.

Minho then comes undone with an extra thrust deeper into jisungs mouth, his seed spilling down his throat.. “swallow it..” Minho spoke while breathing heavy.. he slowly removes his dick from Jisungs mouth and he swallows all of his cum and starts to catch his breath.

Jisung wipes his eyes and his mouth and looks up at Minho with such a pathetic, ruined look on his face. Minho takes in the view for a moment smirking.. just enjoying how miserable jisung looks and how pretty he is after getting his throat used.

But after at least ten seconds minhos cocky and dominant demeanour falls and he kneels infront of jisung, his voice softening.. “I didn’t hurt you did I baby?” He asks as he cups Jisungs face in his hand, wiping his tears with his thumb. “I liked it..” jisung replied, his voice hoarse and his eyes looking off to the side. “But did I hurt you?” Minho moves his head to catch jisungs gaze.

“Just a little.. but I liked it honestly..” Jisung nods and lifts his hand to touch minhos on his face. “I’m sorry honey.” Minho leans forward to kiss Jisung gently on the lips, “I shouldn’t be so rough, I made you cry.” He tilts jisungs head up lightly, his tears illuminating in the light from the lamp.

“Hyung I promise i really enjoyed it.. don’t be sorry.” Jisung chuckles lightly, even though a slight pout stays on his face.. “I’m glad” Minho smiled gently before pulling Jisung in for a hug, wrapping his arms around him. “We should shower..” Minho spoke against jisungs shoulder, “together?” Jisung questions, his hand rubbing circles on minhos back.

“Obviously together, how else would we shower.” Minho laughs as he pulls away from the hug, kissing him on the tip of his nose.. “we could shower alone.” Jisung adds on, and Minho raises an eyebrow.. “when have we ever showered alone ji?” He stands up and helps jisung to stand too.

“That is true..” jisung smiles and chuckles softly as they walk to the bathroom to go wash up. When they walk into the bathroom, Minho turns jisung around and lifts him onto the bathroom counter, jisung giggles lightly as Minho runs his hands up and down Jisungs thighs.. “I really do love you Ji..” Minho confesses.

“I love you too.” Han adds back and laughs, he thinks it’s a joke at first. “No, I mean I really love you, like a lot more than I love any of the other members.. this is a different love Jisung.” Minho is dead serious and jisung picks up on that, “really?” His voice is quiet and gentle.

“Mhm.” Minho nods and watches Jisungs face, trying to figure out his reaction to it. “Then I really love you too.. for real.” Jisung smiles, a genuine smile. Minho stands in between his thighs, his hand coming up to rest on his jaw.

Before Minho could pull jisung in for the kiss, jisung leans in to Minho and wraps one hand around the back of his neck and the other in minhos hair, his lips finding minhos in an almost desperate, needing way.

Minho kisses back twice as intensely, his hands have found their way back onto Jisungs thighs, squeezing lightly as their tongues collide.. the kiss lasts for at least five minutes. When it finally breaks, Jisungs lips are puffy, both of theirs are actually.. Minho watches jisungs face contently, his gaze full of fondness..

Jisung leans in for another kiss but Minho stops him. A whine leaves jisungs lips as he’s denied a kiss and he pouts. “We gotta get in the shower first, and then you can get your kiss okay honey?” Minho tilts his head and smiles at jisung, he loves how needy he is.

(Fem reader x Leeknow, flirting, tension, age gap (7years), reader is 19 + Leeknow is 26, kissing, idk what else lowk, not proofread)

Summary: when y/n is set to debut in the new gg under the JYP label, a dance mentorship turns into something more..

I sit up to the conference table with my members, Aera the leader, Jiwoo our maknae, and Soomin our lead rapper, I’m the main dancer of the group, I do some singing too, but Jiwoo is our main vocalist.

“You really should get some help from some of the other dancers..” Aera says to me, I raise an eyebrow.. “Not because you’re bad!” She adds on, “but because I think you haven’t reached your full potential.. you’re good, but good isn’t enough.” Jiwoo looks at me for my reaction.

I just nod, I took a little offence but I know where she’s coming from, you can’t debut with just ‘good’ skills.. “What about Straykids’ dancers? They’re really good.” Soomin turns to me with a polite smile.. “I like Felix’s dance skills” Jiwoo smiles.

“We get it you like Felix, but you’re a baby Jiwoo.” Aera laughs, Jiwoo’s face immediately flushes.. “I didn’t mean it like that!.. I.. never mind.” She mumbles.

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The next day I took their advice, I felt a little nervous walking towards Straykids dance studio.. I breathe deeply and knock at the door, I hear music from inside, I hope I haven’t interrupted their dance practise. It pauses and I hear someone approaching the door, it opens with a soft click and I look up at Leeknow.

I bow politely and he grins slightly, “you okay?” He asks uncertainly, “Oh yes.. um.. sorry,” I swallow harshly and I wiggle my head slightly trying to shake off the anxiety, “did I interrupt a dance practise?” I look past him nervously, but nobody else is in there.

“No, it’s just me, I’m running through some choreos.. you need anything?” He raises a brow and a light smirk rests on his face as he watches my nervous and polite body language.

“Yes actually, my leader told me to improve my dance skills.. and Soomin told me I should ask for mentorship from Straykids dancers, so that’s why I am here.” I nod.. looking at him as he tilts his head. “You want mentorship?” He looks me up and down.

“If I’m allowed.” I smile gently, he chuckles softly and opens the dance studio door wider so I can walk in. “Im practically the main dancer so I can mentor you.. sit.” He points at the bench, I rush to the bench and I sit down. He smirks and nods at my quickness.

“I can mentor you, how often are you available? My schedule is pretty busy, but I can make room.” He stands infront of me his head tilted down towards me. “I can do any day except Thursdays, and I’m super busy everyday between 10am and 6pm..” I blink quickly.

“Ah, I sure don’t miss the predebut schedules..” he laughs softly, “I can talk with Chan and figure something out, but I’m free right now.. if you are?” He steps back, I stand up. “thank you so much.. yeah I’m free right now.” I look around the dance studio.

“What is it that you need to improve? Body control, agility, anything specific?” He walks closer to me, I look into his eyes but direct my gaze away quickly, “I’m not sure, Aera just said my skills were ‘good’ but good isn’t enough to debut..” I look back to him.

He just nods, “understandable.. show me.” He walks towards the music player, “what?” My eyes follow him “show me… your dancing.” he repeats, turning to face me.. “oh okay, I don’t know what song though.” He scrolls through his playlist on his phone, “haven’t you learnt any other groups choreos?”

I think for a moment.. I’ve learnt a couple of Straykids choreos. I breathe deeply and he looks at me and tilts his head. “I’ve learnt the choreo for Giant, but I don’t think I’m good..” he nods and puts the song on, I rush to get into position, I didn’t know he was playing it right away.

He leans against the mirror and crosses his arms watching me intensely. I do the dance, trying my best because he’s watching..

Once the song ends I sit onto the floor, wiping my brow.. he walks over and hands me a bottle of water. “You were good, and I don’t say that to many people.” He sits down next to me, his knee brushes mine. I take a sip of the water, “thank you.. but-” “good isn’t enough to debut?” He finishes my sentence and I nod.

“I think you could debut pretty well as you are.. but I can help you get better.” His voice softens and we make eye-contact, I feel my heart beat faster.. he does a breathe out chuckle and a little side smirk before standing up.

He walks over to his own water bottle, taking a sip.. I watch him, why do I feel shy around him? I’m usually pretty confident but it’s different, I can’t have a crush on him I don’t know him enough.. and he’s like way older than me.

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5 weeks pass, I’ve been having like 4 meet-ups with Leeknow a week, he’s been mentoring me well and my skills have improved and increased, but so has something else. My feelings for him. I tried to push it away and ignore it but everytime he touches my arm to correct a move or when he smiles at me, my heart aches.. in the best way possible.

I’ve developed the biggest crush on him..

It felt professional first but I don’t know if it’s just my mind but I swear hes been nicer this past 2 weeks, accidental touches have started to linger, he’s been more patient when I mess something up, and he’s been flirty? Or at least I think it is.. I’m probably making it up to support my delusions of having a crush on him.

I walk into the dance studio with my phone and AirPods in, returning them to the case when I open the door. His eyes widen and he jumps up to greet me as I walk in, I bow lightly as I usually do. “You don’t have to do that every time.” He laughs softly, “What?” “The bow, you don’t have to do it.” He repeats.

“But it’s polite..?” I tilt my head, “you don’t have to be polite.” His gaze lingers on my outfit and then he looks back up at me, “and to be honest I don’t really like it.” He walks over to the bench, sitting down and I join him. “The bow? Why?” I’m confused.

He shrugs, “it makes me feel.. like I’m your elder or something” he looks at me, “you are my elder.” I laugh. He looks offended but chuckles, “yeah but.. that’s not what I mean.” He sighs, I can see he’s thinking.

“It doesn’t matter, let’s just practise.” He breaks the silence and gets up towards the music, I furrow my brows lightly, thinking to myself.. what is he talking about?

We continue the practise as normal, we dance, he tells me what to do, gives me advice to improve, watches me, and.. pauses the music?

“You shouldn’t do that.” He looks at me, “what?” I raise a brow, “that body roll thing, don’t do it.” He clears his throat and scratches his neck. “It’s bad? Or you don’t like it?” I ask him, I’m confused. “No, I don’t.. it’s not that I don’t like it..” he looks up as if he’s searching for what to say..

“It’s just dangerous.” He says lowly.. “How is a body roll dangerous? I think the spin thing was more dangerous.” I laugh but stop when I realise he isn’t laughing too, “dangerous for me..” his eyes are dark, he walks up to me and rests a hand on my upper arm.. he smirks slightly and his eyes scan over my face.

“Dangerous for you? How?” I’m genuinely confused, he scoffs but not rudely, “you’re so dense.” I widen my eyes, “Dense? That’s rude.” I step back, genuinely insulted. He just laughs, “that’s not what I mean, you’re just.. oblivious.” He smiles and his gaze softens.

“Oblivious to what?” He looks down and stifles a laugh at my obvious confusion, “oblivious to how distracting you are.” I chuckle softly and my eyes are still widened, I feel my cheeks flush slightly.. “distracting?” “Yeah. Hard to focus on mentoring when you’re pulling moves like that.” He shrugs and quickly moves back to the music to put it back on, avoiding saying more.

I stand in shock, he did not just say that..? My mind is going at 10x speed, does he like me too? Is he just playing? Is he trying to call my bluff? My stomach is flipping, my cheeks are burning.. I’m definitely overreacting.

He turns his head back slightly to look at me before he leans against the mirror again, crossing his arms, his eyes fixed on me. He smirks “you look like you’re thinking awfully hard for someone who’s supposed to be dancing..” he raises a brow.

I blink, fumbling for a response, “I–i was just..” I trail off embarrassed. He laughs at my flustered demeanour, smirking again as he walks to me.. “relax. I’m not gonna bite.. unless you want me to.” He whispers the last part with a grin and raises a brow at me. “What?” I look up at him, my voice quiet. He chuckles at me, “I’m joking.. chill.” But his tone lingers, maybe he isn’t joking..

He stays infront of me, holding eye contact. the next song comes on and he slowly moves away, he’s next to me now but he’s watching me in the mirror, I clear my throat trying to shake my feelings away, he’s toying with me but I can feel the tension growing.. we dance to the song as normal except I notice he’s looking at me a little too much.

“You’re staring” I mutter under my breath, barely audible over the music.. he doesn’t miss a beat, still moving with the rhythm, his voice cuts through.. low “maybe I am.” He grins playfully..

My breath stutters, he’s really messing with me, the beat is slipping under my feet, he distracted me. He’s closer while dancing now, his hand almost brushing mine in the choreo, it’s too close, too intentional.

And then.. the song cuts off mid beat.

The studio falls into silence and we stand frozen staring at eachother in the mirror, he turns to me and moves my shoulder with his hand to face him, he steps closer, his hand doesn’t move off my shoulder.. it’s lingering just enough to steady me and to keep me fully aware of his presence.

The studio is silent except our breathing, he tilts his head slightly, letting his gaze roam over my face. I can’t seem to breathe properly, my heart hammering in my chest. “You know.. I really don’t want to be seen as your elder.” He said, teasing, his gaze fixed on me.

I blink, caught off guard, my cheeks heating more. “You’re still older..” I murmured, my voice soft and uncertain. “Seven years” he said casually, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face, his fingers graze my cheek. “Barely enough to count. I don’t want you thinking of me like that, like I’m supposed to act all serious around you.”

Our voices are low, we’re close, the tension is building between us.. and my pulse is picking up.. “it’s still frowned upon though,” I whispered, a mix of nervousness and disbelief in my tone. He leaned in a little closer his eyes darkening with mischief and something else.. I felt my heart skip a beat, I instinctively lick my lips, he opens his mouth to speak..

“Fuck it.” before I could react, his hands find their place on my jawline and face, pulling me in, his lips met mine.. soft at first, teasing, testing. My hands come up to rest on his chest as the kiss deepened, the quiet of the room amplifying every sensation. Everything else feels like it slowed down, his tongue finds its way into my mouth.. the kiss intense.

My hands make their way up to loop around his neck, pulling him closer, if that’s possible.. he kisses me like I’m his only source of oxygen, his hands slide down from my face to my waist, pulling me against him, chest to chest.. the kiss feels like it’s going on for eternity and I’m not complaining.

We finally pull back only slightly, our foreheads rested together, breaths mingling. Silence reclaimed the space but the tension lingered.. thick, electric and completely unbroken.. we open our eyes, he smiles at me softly..

I should thank Aera for telling me to get mentored, though I’m pretty sure this isn’t what she had in mind.

(Leeknow x fem reader, angst, pretty suggestive, cursing, angry ahh aggressive Minho, small smut like literally right at the end, kissing, face grabbing, not proofread, idk what else.)

Summary: after Leeknow has been ignoring y/n she confides in another member for advice and comfort, which really riles him up and leads to him lashing out..

He’s been ignoring me for the past 3 days. I know he’s been busy but seriously, he hasn’t even looked in my direction. We aren’t dating but still, he should respect me right and at least smile? I can’t keep this to myself, I need to talk to someone.

I walk past the dance studio, and look in.. Hyunjin, Felix and Seungmin are all joking and talking, I’m not looking for them though.. there’s always one person I go to for support when it comes to Minho. Han Jisung.

“Where is he?” I mutter to myself, I almost walk past the door of the producing room but I pause and take a couple steps back.. I knock lightly at the door, crossing my fingers that Jisung is in here. Click. The door unlocks and opens but it’s not who I’m looking for.

Chan smiles widely as he sees me. “Hey! You good?” he tilts his head, leaning on the door frame. I don’t answer and just look into the room behind him, “looking for someone?” he raises an eyebrow and I nod.. “uh yeah sorry.. is Jisung in there?” I look at Chan..

“Yeah we’re just messing with some beats.. do you want to come in?” chan moves out of the doorway so I can see Han, he’s sat with his guitar in his lap.. laid back on the couch. “Yes please..” I walk past Chan, nodding politely as a thank you because he held the door.

Han immediately looks up as I walk in, “helloo” he says, dragging out the word.. he looks me up and down taking in my body language and expression, “trouble in paradise or did you just wanna see me?” He grins widely.

Chan closes the door and turns to us both, “Trouble in paradise?” He crosses his arms, shit! He doesn’t know about me and Minho.. “who’s the paradise?” He asks another question, looking directly at me as I sit on the couch next to Han.

I sigh deeply and swallow harshly, “It’s Minho.. don’t tell anyone though, we aren’t like anything official.. sorry.” I apologise, looking down at my hands as I fidget with my fingers. Chan laughs and says loudly “I knew it!” I look up quickly.

“Wha—“ I go to speak but he interrupts, “I didn’t know it was you but I knew Leeknow had someone, he’s been different recently.” Chan chuckles and sits down on the desk chair, scooting over to the couch.

“So what has he done?” Chan leans forward, way too interested in this tea. “She came to talk to me. Maybe she doesn’t want to tell you.” Han says with a snark. “No it’s okay I’ll talk to both of you..”

I lean back on the couch.. “he’s being an asshole.. straight up.” I say and it makes them both stifle a laugh at my language. “Sorry for cursing but it’s true, he’s ignoring me, acting like I don’t exist as if he wasn’t absolutely whipped for me last week.” I roll my eyes and Han laughs..

I won’t go into complete detail about everything we discussed otherwise it’ll be super long.. but to summarise, I explained how Minho has been acting, I showed them a mean text he had sent me and then we just spent the rest of the evening laughing, joking and gossiping.

Next day..

I sit in my dorm, brushing out my hair.. I feel a lot more confident to go confront Minho today after the conversation with Chan and Jisung last night. Or at least I did..

bang bang bang, someone is pounding down my door.. I scoff and stand up “One second!” I say as I make my way to the door, “Open it now.” Leeknows voice echoes from the other side.. my eyes widen and I quickly open it.

He doesn’t even look at me, pushing past me into my dorm.. “Good morning to you too..” I scoff as i close the door.. I turn around, he’s stood looking down at me. “what’s u—“ he grabs my cheeks with his hand to silence me.

“What the fuck?” He says, moving his face closer to me. “Don’t try and be normal right now yn.” He lets go of my face roughly, I rub my cheek. “Ow..” I mumble..

“Did you say something to Chan about this?” He points between us.. “What does ‘this’ mean? The fact you’ve been ignoring me for the past few days or are you talking about our relationship?” I cross my arms.

He breathes in deeply, his eyes are dark, he’s mad. “Why did you talk to him? Why were you in the studio with him?” He moves closer, an accusing tone in his voice. “It wasn’t just him..” I correct him, “okay so youre a slut?” He scoffs and moves further into my dorm.

“What?!” I laugh at the stupidity of his accusation. “I’m not even going to explain myself to you because you’re way too childish right now.” I walk to my vanity to resume getting ready for the day but before I can reach it he grabs my wrist.

“Explain it.. I’ll listen.” He says frustratedly, his grip tight but not painful. “I needed to talk to someone about you ignoring me and I usually confide in Jisung so I went looking for him, and I checked the studio and Bangchan opened the door so I just talked to both of them in there.”

I look up at Leeknow, he grinds his jaw.. “Also how do you know that I spoke to them?” I add on. He chuckles lightly, “Chan decided to tell me that I need to treat you better.. so I assumed you must’ve talked to him.” He shrugs and let’s go of my wrist, folding his arms over his chest.

I had told chan not to say anything but he did seem frustrated with the way Leeknow was acting so maybe he thought he was helping.. I don’t know.

“Are you gonna speak or just stand there like an idiot?” Leeknow asks me, the angered tone returning to his voice. “I was thinking.. something you need to do more of, it seems.” I quickly reply. He scoffs and tilts his head before smirking. “Is this your new thing?” He looks me up and down.

“What?” I turn to him, “Being a brat.” He spits. I walk up to him, “Like you aren’t?” I raise an eyebrow.. Leeknow closes his eyes and exhales deeply, quickly raising both his brows while doing so, his face forming into a smirk. I’m clearly pushing his buttons.

“There’s a difference.. I have a reason to act like this.” His dark gaze burns through my eyes.. “what is it, I’d love to know.” I say semi-sarcastically.

“I’ve been stressed.” He says, he’s lying, I can see it in his eyes and his face. “You’re always stressed why is that only now impacting the way you treat me?” I walk closer to him, studying his face. He’s holding something in.

“I’m here now so why does it matter.. I’m not ignoring you anymore.” He shrugs, looking around my dorm.. “it’s been a couple days huh?” He’s changing the subject. “How do you mean?” I walk up next to him, trying to follow his gaze.

“Since.. we..” his gaze locks on my bed and then on me. I scoff, “Maybe if you weren’t an asshole we could fix that but I don’t know.” I go and make my bed, I had only woken up an hour prior so I didn’t make my bed.

“I don’t like that you spoke to Chan and Jisung.” He says firmly, I pause my movement and turn to face him, “That’s a you problem.” I roll my eyes and continue, before I could grab the corner of the blanket he grabs both my shoulders, turning me around and pinning me to the wall.

My eyes widen slightly, “what’s this about?” I laugh at him, but I notice his serious expression and my laughter fades away.. “I don’t want to have to actually admit anything to you but I have no choice.” His grip tightens on my shoulder.

“Uhh..” I watch him, he yet again grabs my face to silence me. “Shh. I’m trying to speak my mind here got it?” I don’t fight back I just nod, he’s kinda hot like this.

“If you had just come to speak to me instead of my friends, I would’ve explained.” He breathes in deeply, his grip still on my face but he slips it to my jawline to keep my focus on him. “I wasn’t ignoring you because I’m ‘an asshole’, to quote you..”

“I..” he closes his eyes as if this causes him pain to explain. “I realised that, I really fucking like you.. so I thought if I pushed you away you’d hate me and I wouldn’t have to face it.” He squints his eyes and lets out a breath of relief after admitting.

I look at him, holding eye contact as he speaks to me nodding along. “But you didn’t hate me.. I saw you looking at me, you just looked sad. And that really pissed me off because I thought you’d just give up and find another fling.. but you waited.” He sighs.

“Fling?” I say gently. “Did you think that I thought we were just a fling?” I smile, looking at him through my eyelashes. “Is that not what this is..? What else would it be?” He looks confused, one hand still on my shoulder and the other on my jaw, holding me still.

“Well.. i thought it was becoming something more..” i admit.. “it was, that’s why i chickened out and tried to push you away, it felt too real..” he speaks, his grip softening on my shoulder.. “You had no right to treat me like that Leeknow.” I say back.

“I-“ he pause as if finishing his sentence is painful. “I’m sorry.” He says quickly as guilt washes over his face, letting go of my shoulders. “Is that all?” I tilt my head at him and smirk, his face immediately tenses again.

He grips my chin, pulling my face up to look at him. “You got your apology.. accept it.” He says quietly. “What if I don’t?” I grin, I love teasing him.

“I’ll.. never spend another night in here again.” He tightens his jaw, he’s lying.. we both know he wouldn’t be able to never have sex with me again. I laugh, really wanting to test him. “Okay then.. maybe I’ll just go back to Chan.”

I say, knowing this is riling him up. Am I a freak for loving it when he’s mad?

“What.” He says coldly. I bite my lip to stifle my chuckle. “Yeah.. I said we just talked but, you know.” I raise my eyebrows, I’m lying through my teeth, I could never see Chan in that way or would I ever fuck him.

Minho pushes my shoulders against the wall again, leaning his face down to mine.. “You’re lying.” He says slowly, his breath fanning over my lips from how close he is. “No im not.” I literally lie again.

“You said Han was there.. so I know you’re lying. you want to piss me off, and it’s working.” He admits, tightening his grip on my shoulders. It hurts a bit but I like it.

“Okay I admit I’m lying.. but it was worth it to see you get all riled up.” I laugh, he puts his tongue in his cheek and rolls his shoulders, letting go of mine. “You know what happens when I get riled up yn.. I need to let it out.” He breathes through his teeth, his eyes darkening as he looks at me.

“Go to the gym then.” I stand up from leaning on the wall. “No.” He moves to follow my gaze. “I need to.. release the energy in a different way.” He raises an eyebrow, smirking evilly as he walks to stand infront of me again.

I look to the bed behind me and at him, putting the pieces together. “if you wanted to fuck me you should’ve just said.” I bring my hand up to his face, brushing my finger along his bottom lip.

He shudders at the action, I know he’s missed this even though it’s only been a couple days. He takes my words and action as a sign to pounce. He immediately pushes me back onto the bed, pinning my arms down, bringing his lips to mine in a violent but intimate way.

It’s messy, his tongue finds its way into my mouth and he kisses me intensely, his knee finds place between my legs, the slight pressure making me pulse as his lips start to move to the side of my mouth, my cheek, my jawline, my ear and down my neck.

He starts biting and licking at my neck, leaving marks for sure.. I let out a slight whine as he does so, I missed this. He pulls away from my neck, letting go of my hands and kneeling up on the bed. “Take off your clothes.” He demands and I immediately fumble to try and pull my vest off over my head, he scoffs because I’m taking too long so he pulls my shorts and panties off in one motion.

He admires my naked body, just grinning at the sight of me laying infront of him.. his hands start to travel down my skin painfully slow before he rests them on my inner thighs.. I just watch him with doe eyes, my core is aching for him.

“I’m gonna make up for ignoring you okay? And also punish you for being so bratty earlier..” he smirks darkly before discarding of his sweatpants and boxers.. I definitely won’t be able to dance tomorrow.

(Hyunjin x reader, fem reader, suggestive, sorta fluff, not proofread, this is my first piece written in just over a year so I’m a bit rusty)

Summary: yn and Hyunjin have recently been closer, being under the same company means they spend a lot of time together.. as she is in Hyunjins dorm looking around at his art, she notices a similarity in all of his recent pieces..

Yn sits down on the edge of Hyunjin’s bed, this is a normal occurrence to them.. spending evenings together talking and joking about some random stuff as Hyunjin plays a game or draws. Today felt different.

“You know.. you never show me your art anymore.” Yn says, tilting her head at Hyunjin as he sits at his desk, he swallows harshly and hesitates to reply. “I haven’t painted in a while..” he shrugs and resumes his game.

“That’s an obvious lie,” yn chuckles lightly and Hyunjin looks up at her, raising an eyebrow. “You had paint on your hands yesterday and I heard you tell Chan that you were painting all night.” Yn stands up and walks over to the desk and stands next to Hyunjin.

“I.. I lied to Chan?” He replies in the most unbelievable voice, squinting one eye as if he’s trying to think of another excuse. Yn scoffs lightly and smiles while shaking her head.. she starts to look around the desk area and shelves.

Hyunjin watches her intensely as if he’s trying to read her mind, trying to predict what she’s going to do or say next.

“This is pretty.” Yn reaches gently for a small painting displayed on the shelf, it’s a vase of red roses. As she reaches for it, Hyunjin jumps up as if to stop her before he realises it’s just the flower painting.

Yn catches his reaction and turns to face him, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised.. “Uhm.. what was that about?” She stifles a laugh, Hyunjins cheeks are flushed and he scratches the back of his head.

“Sorry I thought..” he stops and hesitates. “I thought you were gonna break it.” He squinted his eye again, that’s how yn always knows when he lies.

“Okay..” she doesn’t believe him but she doesn’t press it. As she reaches to place the painting back, another one catches her eye.. it’s in a pile but it’s poking out of the bottom, it looks like hair.

She reaches for it and grabs the pile of pictures, very gently so Hyunjin can’t say he thought she was going to break it. Hyunjins eyes widen as she grabs the pile, his hand coming to take them off of her but she moves her back to block him.

“What are these?” She says softly as she looks through the pile, a couple random ones of flowers are in the pile, one of them looks like Felix and she smiles at that. Then that’s when she gets to the good part.

At this point Hyunjin has moved across the other side of the room, pacing slightly but never taking his eyes off of yn. He’s nervous, or scared?

There’s a painting of a woman, it’s from behind so there’s no face but she has long hair down her back and a backless red dress on, quite similar to the one that yn had worn to the award show last month. Yn admires the painting, he really is talented.

She puts the painting down to look at the others in the pile, this next one is familar.. it’s a woman again, sat at a metal table with a long skirt and black shirt on, her hair in a slight messy bun sipping a cup of coffee..

Yn tilts her head, studying the painting. It looks oddly familar to the photo Hyunjin had taken of her and Changbin sat at the table when the three of them went for coffee, but there’s no Changbin in the picture so it must be coincidence.. right?

Yn sets it aside and moves on to looking at the rest, flipping through so many paintings of what seems to be the same woman but it’s all too close to home for yn. Hyunjin hasn’t said a word for the past 10 minutes that she’s been looking at the paintings.

“Hyunjin?” Yn says slowly.. her eyes fixed on one of the paintings, he doesn’t reply so she turns to look at him. He’s sat on his bed on his phone, his back to her. “Who is this woman you keep painting?” She asks, her eyes return to the painting she holds in her hand.

It’s an upclose portrait. Of the same woman. The facial features are way too personal to yn and she looks at it for longer, waiting for a reply from Hyunjin. He looks up from his phone, his face is red.. he looks embarrassed..

Yn takes the painting to the mirror on the wall and holds it up next to her face. It’s her.

She locks eyes with Hyunjin through the mirror and he swallows hard before walking to the desk and neatening up the paintings yn had previously looked through.

“Jinnie?” Yn turns to him, using the nickname she barely ever calls him. He inhales deeply and lets it out slowly, “I’m sorry..” he whispers, turning around and leaning against the desk. “Is she me?” She points at the pile of paintings next to him.

He licks his bottom lip slowly as if he’s thinking of telling a lie but he knows there’s no use. He nods slowly, he sighs and scratches the back of his head nervously. “I just.. one time I didn’t know what to paint so I thought I’d paint the picture of you from the coffee shop and then.. I don’t know..” he stumbles over his words.

“Why would you paint me? You could’ve painted Changbin, he’s more attractive.” Yn grins, lightening the mood ever so slightly. Hyunjin lets out a breathy laugh/scoff thing. “You’re easy to draw..” he says and then realises that sounds like an insult and he jumps up.

“Not like that! No no!” Yn puts a hand to her heart and pretends to be insulted, smiling gently. “I didn’t mean it like that.. I just meant, I feel like I can draw you easily because you’re so—“

He pauses, trying to find the words. “I’m so?” She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow. Hyunjin bites his lip trying to think, he swallows harshly again. “I don’t want you to think.. or don’t be weirded out.” He says and looks at her, he steps closer.

“Weirded out? Why would I be weirded out?” Yn asks with a confused expression on her face. “You’re like my muse.” He admits, his cheeks flush again. “Muse?” She repeats him.

“Yeah you know, like my inspiration.” He looks into her eyes trying to read what she’s thinking. She smiles and hugs him. “That’s so sweet!” She says as she hugs him. Hyunjin feels his heart skip as she hugs him, she doesn’t know it but he’s so obsessed with her, in the most normal way as possible.

He paints her because that’s the only way he can have some form of her to himself to admire and just look at.

Yn pulls away from hugging him, “if I was an artist you’d be my muse too.” She smiles at him, Hyunjin forces a smile, but he’s just had the realisation that she probably doesn’t think of this in the romantic way he does. That kills him inside.

“Do you want me to hit some poses so you can paint me again?” She laughs lightly, his chest pangs at the sound. He shakes his head, his eyes are fixed on her, scanning every inch of her body, admiring her.

Yn notices the way he is looking and she lets out a nervous chuckle, “are you okay?” She moves closer to him again. He nods. “Great.” His face is smiling but his tone doesn’t reciprocate it. “No you’re not your being.. strange.” She raises an eyebrow.

Hyunjin knows he needs to admit his feelings but he’s scared, of rejection, of being laughed at by her, or her hating him.

“I’m so in love with you.” He spits out. Immediately covering his mouth and widening his eyes, in shock that his mouth betrayed him. Yn freezes, and nervously chuckles “what?”

Hyunjin stands there and sighs. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that.. you can leave if you want, I’ll understand” he looks at his feet. Yn doesn’t say anything for a minute, he assumes she hates him, that she’s judging him silently or that she’s probably got her phone out texting members from her group and laughing.

He looks up hesitantly expecting her to be leaving or on her phone. She’s just looking at him, smiling.. “are you not leaving?” He asks with a hint of hopefulness in his voice. She shakes her head and smiles wider.

“Of course I’m not leaving, pabo.” She chuckles softly and he mirrors the action. Hyunjin looks at her and feels the need to explain himself. “I’m sorry for saying that, maybe I shouldn’t have or- maybe I’m an idiot.. im sorry, the company won’t allow it and I just.. I shouldn’t put you in that postion and I’m sor—“

He’s abruptly cut off when yn grabs his face and kisses him. His eyes widen and then he relaxes into it, closing his eyes. She pulls away after like 10 seconds. “If I heard you apologise one more time I would’ve punched you.” She grins.

“Don’t apologise for loving someone.. especially if they love you back.” She whispers..

“Wha.. you love me?” Hyunjin is shocked, he never expected that. She nods, “yeah.. wasn’t it obvious? I tried to make it obvious.” Yn laughs softly. Hyunjin shakes his head, “it wasn’t obvious at all.. I thought you were friend zoning me.” He smirks.

“You’ve known me for 4 years Hyunjin, you should know the signs by now!” She shakes her head in a pretend betrayal, a smile on her face. “How long have you liked me.. or loved me?” He asks her.

“Well, I always had a little crush on you from like the start just because I thought you were hot, but after like knowing you more and actually seeing the side of you that not everyone sees that’s when I start to fall for you. Like the past year.” She admits.

“I think I started to fall for you around the same time but it’s been hitting me hard recently..” he looks at her. “I’ve been feeling more like I need you.”

Yn raises an eyebrow and smirks.. “need me?” She says in a suggestive tone.

“You know what I mean like.. I really just want to hold you and admire you..” he says as his cheeks flush, clearly embarrassed to admit it. “You know you could’ve just asked, like even if we can’t officially ‘date’ because of the company we can still have that connection.” She replies.

He feels his heart flutter.. “really?”

“Yeah.. and who knows maybe when we get further into whatever this is, i might just let you paint me naked.” She shrugs, a smirk on her face, Hyunjins eyes widen and he laughs.

He grabs the side of her face and pulls her in for another kiss, this one more intimate and full of feelings they couldn’t express previously..

Here will be all of my fanfics written and next to the titles will be the names of the member it’s about🖤

(🖤= angst, ☁️ = fluff, 📷= smut, 🍙 = other/all)

Straykids:

🖤How dare you. - Leeknow🍙

🍙My muse - Hyunjin☁️

🍙Guys my age.. - leeknow🍙

📷 Kneel for me - Minsung ☁️

🖤 Nobody can know - Minsung 📷

More coming soon