#sylith

WOOIN⋆｡°✩ -This man has a sleep mask and everything , would probably have a whole sleep kit too. -Tight hugger...good luck escaping his clutches his ass is NOT letting go. -Sleeps late, wakes up late. 1 AM - 10:40 AM... -Both of you lay down on your shared bed,your final doomscroll of the night lighting up your face, while he casually checks his messages and mutuals’ stories. He turns his head, catching the way your eyelids flutter, sleep clearly starting to win. “Hey, are you seriously falling asleep before me and leaving me all alone?” he teases softly, reaching over to gently take your phone from your hands so you can rest properly. “Mmm... Wooin, go to sleep. I can’t fight it anymore,” you mumble, shifting around to get comfortable. “Turn off the light too.” “Seriously? No back scratches tonight?” he asks, only to be met with silence. -Would have the AC turned on(even in winter) and be buried in layers and layers of blanket. -You would wake up seeing his head buried in your chest.

JOKER⋆｡°✩

-where do I even start....my glorious king, the most beautiful being, the love of my life... -He sleeps whenever, wherever. -very light sleeper, you know that one meme of how moms wake up like they just had a flashback of war...yea thats how he wakes up when you tap him a few times. - sleeps at 12:30 AM and wakes up at 7:30 AM, sleeps a bit late cause of work and going out with wooin, and wakes up early cause he gotta pick lunch for his siblings. -also very much a cuddle person -likes when you play with his hair, he sleeps withing 30 seconds when you do that. -Joker was already in bed, watching you go through your nightly skincare routine as the day slowly wound to a close. “Are you done yet…” he whispered, voice low and warm , eager to wrap his arms around your waist and breathe in your scent from the crook of your neck. Lucky for him, you had just finished. You put everything back in its place before heading toward the bed. When you turned to him, his arms were already outstretched—wordlessly inviting you in.(I would pounce on that #needthat ) -sleeps within 30 seconds if you run your hand through his hair.

HYUK⋆｡°✩

-You wouldn't pay me to sleep next to this man -The biased side of me says that when you wake up and turn your head to the other side of the bed, he would be watching you....with a big smile on his face. -If we're making this cute thoug,he would probably expect you to be the big spoon and cuddle him to sleep. -talks in his sleep, as in sits up and says something random then lays back down. -would expect you to hold his hand while you sleep. Like actually reaches over mid-sleep and latches onto your fingers -his feet ae always cold so he terrorizes you by placing them on your legs or on your back(doesnt wear socks to sleep). -kisses your knuckles and fingertips lightly if you sleep before him. -You wake up sometime in the middle of the night, eyes blurry and throat dry. You shift a little, turning your head and nearly jump. Hyuk’s already awake. Propped up slightly on one elbow, just... watching you. His expression unreadable in the dark, but his eyes soft in that strange, intense way of his. “What, why are you awake?” you whisper. “I wasn’t sleeping,” he murmurs. “Didn’t want to.” “Why?” He keeps staring, then leans down and brushes his lips over your knuckles, one by one. Slow. Thoughtful. “Just wanted to see you.” And before you can respond, he tugs your hand to his chest, wraps his arms around it, and settles in like you were the blanket all along. -side-eyes you the whole time if you are givin your attention to somthing else tan him before sleep. -bedtime is 12:00 AM - 8:13 AM.

VINNY⋆｡°✩ -we all know that he is a heavy sleeper. -damn what is there to say.... -“Vinny, have you seen my—” You stopped mid-sentence.He was already out cold, soft snores filling the room. Jack was snuggled up beside him, fast asleep, while Vinny’s arms had flung themselves into bizarre, sleep-induced positions. Slumber had claimed him the moment his head hit the pillow. -big cuddler, you wake up with his legs trapping yoursand his hands holding you close. -i don't have much to write bout vinny sleeping ngl we all know how he sleeps... ⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

(pray before you sleep yall...hes watching from within your walls) dedications: @wthphe1n @bfwooin @dzvelinaskebiyars @shintaru @hyukwwn.....he's watching you dont say his name infront of the mirror 3 times

GUESS WHO'BACK..ya'll the cmsc mid exam humbled me….but AYYY ITS A TEXT FIC ALSO I MESSED UP THE SPELLING IN VINN'YS AND OWEN'S PART, ITS SUPPOSED TO SAY "SAY" not "saw" or "day"...i gotta include more chracters on my roster man. Detail: You wanna peg your man Mentions of smut, ooc prolly(definitely), Owen, Chris and Wooin being a freak, stuff like that…yk and spelling mistakes....mb chat, windbreaker men x Gn!reader if u have a dick u can imagine t says ur not using a strap... Dedications/Taglist: @shintaru @shimoe0405 @dzvelinaskebiyars @dakfarara @osariin @owenight @zyart-jpg @pantheonofbeauty @erisawrites @wthphe1n @wh0ish4jun @boyinatown @i-nssomniia @bfwooin @velnzo , @nixruniii , @thaliasnicket, @ilyviolent, @meymoni9 ⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩

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It definitely stresses me out more knowing i want my partner to sleep even if i can't and not want to disrupt their routine, so it can be a point of angst there <3

I feel like sabbath crew is extremely green flag (joker, sometimes vinny) or red flag (hyuk and wooin mostly) 💀💀

xoxo 💐 🤟

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WOOIN⋆｡°✩ -At first, Wooin brushes off your tossing and turning as just another victim of endless doomscrolling. He’ll smirk, scrolling his own phone while teasing, “Girl, you’d fall asleep faster if you stopped scrolling TikTok.”(he's doom-scrolling too btw) -But one morning, when he wakes up groggy at 4 AM to pee, he finds you sitting up in bed, eyes glassy, staring at the ceiling like you’re trying to will yourself to sleep. That’s when he realizes ts serious. -He quietly slips beside you, tugging the sleep mask from his nightstand and pressing it gently over your eyes. “Try this,” he murmurs, then carefully wraps you up in the thickest blanket he owns, cocooning you like a burrito.(he breathes in your ear right after) -When that doesn’t work, he switches tactics—pulling up a low-fi playlist and humming softly, letting you lay your head on his chest. You can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, and sometimes that rhythm is the only thing that keeps the silence from swallowing you whole. -Some nights, while he’s managing his shady business in the next room, you sneak in and sit beside him. Without a word, he hands you a pen and a scrap of paper. You doodle aimlessly as he works, the scratch of your pencil grounding both of you in the stillness. -Wooin’s a surprisingly thoughtful insomniac partner(my goat)!he stocks the kitchen with every herbal tea that promises sleep, though you’ve explained it’s never that simple. Still, he keeps trying because seeing you wide awake pains him in a way words can’t capture. -In the quiet hours, when the world outside feels paused, he loves staying up with you. There’s something sacred about being the only two souls awake — a secret shared in the shadows.

JOKER⋆｡°✩

-Underground fighting has trained Joker to handle exhaustion, but insomnia? ooohhhh that’s a different beast. The first time he catches you awake at 3:47 AM, restless and silent, he’s at a loss. -He settles beside you on the couch, keeping the lights dim and his phone’s glow muted. He scrolls quietly, sharing the silence so you don’t feel alone in the dark abyss. -One night, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, you’re curled up with tea, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Without a word, he pulls you up and says, “Come with me.” You follow him out into the empty streets where the cool night air feels like a balm for your overworked mind. -He leads you through slow laps around the neighborhood, the steady rhythm of footsteps helping to burn off the restless energy crowding your head. -Sometimes, he shows you shadowboxing moves — not to fight, but also to push your body just enough so sleep sneaks in like an unexpected visitor. -When he realizes it’s not about forcing sleep, but making the awake moments softer, he shifts his approach. Back inside, he pulls you close on the couch and runs his fingers gently through your hair, the soothing touch working like a lullaby. -If sleep still evades you, he won’t let it be a lonely struggle. He’ll coax you into the kitchen, cooking up late-night snacks while humming quietly. “At least you’re not alone,” he says, voice thick with tired affection, “I’ll lose sleep if it means you don’t have to.”(awwww)

HYUK⋆｡°✩ -Hyuk’s presence during your insomnia is something else entirely—equal parts unsettling and oddly comforting. The moment you say you can’t sleep, you realize he’s been watching you for minutes, lying there with that intense, unreadable stare. -He won’t push you to rest....instead, he hooks a finger around yours and refuses to let go. It’s almost possessive—like he’s anchoring you in place, making sure you don’t drift away into restless wandering. -If you get up to pace, he silently follows, leaning against the doorway with arms crossed, eyes tracking your every move. -His weird, catlike antics start to come out — batting at your phone, dropping random trinkets in your lap like gifts, sprawling across your legs so you can’t leave the bed. -When you’re too restless, he pulls you down beside him, murmuring about “wasting energy” and trying to tangle you up in his limbs until you’re forced to surrender to stillness. -He’ll keep your mind busy, too, asking strange, deep questions that poke at your thoughts until your brain finally feels worn out enough to give in. -Sometimes, he’ll quietly kiss your knuckles, fingers intertwined under the blanket, his touch grounding you in the swirling storm of your thoughts. -And when your eyes finally close, you can feel his smug satisfaction, like he’s quietly claiming victory for helping you find peace.

VINNY⋆｡°✩

-okay he'd really try alright... -Vinny’s a mystery to your insomnia—he falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow, so at first, you’re left awake, watching him sleep like a peaceful island amid your storm. -But he’s not oblivious for long. If you shift too much or sigh too loudly, his half-asleep body instinctively pulls you close, draping you across his chest as if claiming you from the restlessness. -You might be wide awake, eyes tracing shadows on the ceiling, while he mumbles nonsense in his sleep about ramen, his bike, or things that make you smile in the darkness. -His limbs lock around you—arms and legs tangled so tightly you don’t have a choice but to stay still. Oddly, that snug, trapped feeling soothes your racing mind. -When you finally admit you can’t sleep, he’ll mumble, “Don’t worry… I’ll sleep for both of us,” before slipping back under the waves of dreams.(HE'S HALF ASLEEP GUYS) -His steady breathing becomes the soft anchor that finally pulls you down into the same peaceful sleep you’ve been chasing all night. -He then wakes up guilty asf since he just slept like that while you were struggling with slumber . - Tries researching what to do for you(bro is stressed out for both of you). -Warms up milk for you to drink every night after,and starts forcing you to be tired hours before bedtime.

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Dividers by: @zyart-jpg

dedications: @wthphe1n @bfwooin @dzvelinaskebiyars @shintaru @hyukwwn, @zyart-jpg, @tsukihhhhima, @thaliasnicket, @erisawrites, @pantheonofbeauty, @i-nssomniia, @owenight, @writingbeclaws, @kuchisabishiiiii, @shimoe0405

OWEN⋆｡°✩ -i love him bad omg -my princess does his skincare with you everynight, brushes his teeth with you every night. -he waits outside the door when you need to pee in the middle of the night.(he wanted to hold your hand while you took a shit but you kicked him out) -bedtime is 11:30 PM - 7:30 AM, yup i know cause i be with him all night. -likes to hear you debrief your day to him(not like he doesn't know already#stalkerowencreepy), and he talks about his day with you as well. -the big spoon loves holding you and kisses the top of your head everytime. -he either wears a fancy pajama or goes to bed shirtless, no in between. -you’d just finished debriefing about your day. You talked while he listened with his chin propped on his hand, occasionally gasping or rolling his eyes on your behalf like he was personally offended by your inconveniences. then he told you all about his day, dramatically, of course with complete with hand gestures, whispered gossip, and some light reenactments. by the time you both settled into the quiet, it was past 11:30. he adjusted the blankets, slid his arm around your waist, and tucked his face into the side of your neck. “i love you sweetheart, goodnight,” he murmured. “mhm. Goodnight,” you mumbled. silence. then— “…are you being for real right now?...you forgot something.” you didn’t even open your eyes. “Owen.” “i’m not sleeping until I hear it.” you sighed, already smiling. “Goodnight. I love you.” He exhaled like he’d just been revived. “There it is,” he whispered, immediately pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, your jaw, the curve of your neck—each one slower than the last. “this is why I keep you,” he murmured. “now sleep, my love. my heart can rest peacefully." and with that, he curled tighter around you, content and warm, as if your words had tucked him in better than the blanket ever could.

-will hide your phone before you go to bed, cause he wants your attention. -he does take pictures of your face when you sleep and keeps it in his secret folder with all the secret pictures of you...that's right...he's actually in your walls, watch out. -might as well keep yalls toes interlockes with how close he wants to be.

NOAH⋆｡°✩ -i lick my screen everytime she appears. -sleeps late, wakes up late. (2 AM - 11 AM) ...sleep early y'all -it is damn near impossible to wake her up, she could be in war and you couldnt wake her up. -watches you do your skincare routine first (like a cat) then waits for you to do hers cause she likes you touching up her face, and her in general. -she goes to sleep naked or half-naked. -similar to Owen, she does hide your phone before bed so all your attention is on her. -she rants about a person that as pissed her off or who she thinks sucks and shoulnt be hyped at all while you play with and braid her hair. -small spoon, she loves to feel loved. she would crawl into your skin if she could. -wants you to tell her a story before bed. doesn’t matter if it’s made up or real, she just wants to hear your voice. -sleeps with one leg fully across your body like a seatbelt. -you were halfway through braiding her hair when she went off. again. “i don’t care what the internet says, that dude has no edge control. he just got lucky with the wind.” you yawned. “you’ve said this three nights in a row now.” “because i’m right. they keep acting like he’s some prodigy, but have you seen his cornering?” you mumbled something noncommittal, focusing on the braid. she didn’t need encouragement—she was fully fired up on her own. “next time we race, i’m ending it in ten minutes. maybe five if i’m petty. which i am.” she sat up slowly, slid into your lap like gravity pulled her there, and buried her face into your neck. “phone off,” she mumbled. you blinked. “huh?” “phone. off. you looked at it twice.” you laughed, but set it aside. “yes, ma’am.” she hummed and immediately relaxed, sliding deeper into your arms like it was muscle memory. “goodnight. love you,” you whispered, kissing the top of her head. she scoffed but tightened her grip on your hand. “gross.... love you too.”

HARRY⋆｡°✩ -even luffy wouldn't be able to pull me off this man..he moves like he has boobs. -bedtime is 10:45PM - 8:00AM i know he takes his sleep seriously. -he yaps about what kind of chicken he wants to eat for breakfast. perhaps lemon pepper or teriyaki?all about chicken chicken chicken -i know i said sleep but....would yall be able to sleep with his loud ass snores? right right -does scratch your back for a bit but then instantly falls asleep. -big spoon. -his hands are usually crossed over his chest when he sleeps, but sometimes you lie on top of him, head buried in his chest. his heartbeat is your lullaby. -he acts like he doesnt wanna hear about your drama but he is very invested. with all that "wait are you talking about the one who slept with her bsfs ex" "tsk see thats messed up to do, cause if it was me..." -it’s late, way past your usual bedtime, but harry’s still awake, sitting at the edge of the bed with a glass of water in hand. he’s got that calm, almost bored look on his face like he’s waiting for you to wrap up whatever’s keeping you up so you can both go to sleep. you finally toss your phone aside and flop down next to him, eyes already heavy. “what’s for breakfast tomorrow?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. his fingers tap the bed. “bbq chicken or maybe garlic butter. you decide.” you smile and scoot closer, letting your head fall onto his broad chest. he wraps an arm around you, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. your eyelids flutter closed, but just before sleep pulls you under, harry’s loud snore surprises you—he’s already out cold. -sometimes hums quietly in his sleep, like a weird little habit that’s oddly soothing

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dedications: @wthphe1n @bfwooin @dzvelinaskebiyars @shintaru @hyukwwn @nixruniii @kuchisabishiiiii....they're coming for you

pt.1!!

disclaimer!!OOC!!IM JUST HAVING FUN!!AND THIS IS INSPIRED BY THE TIKTOK TREND!!

dedications: @dzvelinaskebiyars , @wthphe1n , @erisawrites , @i-nssomniia , @pantheonofbeauty , @osariin , @nixruniii , @yuriaxx , @r31ra , @l0iip , @bfwooin , @zyart-jpg , @thaliasnicket , @ilyviolent , @mscatheart , @kittsyspaw , @prepchii , @meymoni9 , @tsukihhhhima , @shimoe0405 , @shintaru, @boyinatown

characters: wooin, hyuk, chris, joker

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-WOOIN⋆｡°✩ You were tired. You were so, sooooo tired. Not from work, not from school, not from some long day spent under the sun, but from him. From the way Wooin stared you down like you were his private movie, arms folded over his designer hoodie, looking unbothered as hell while you picked up the shattered remains of your self-control. This was the fifth time this week you’d stormed out mid-argument, and the fifth time he'd followed you home like a smug little ghost, dripping with that same insolent grin that dared you to say something. So when he leaned against your doorframe again today—his cologne faint, voice smooth as silk,you didn't even turn around. "You’re a pain in the ass," you snapped. You weren’t being playful. You were done. You meant every syllable, and your voice came sharp, like a papercut. Wooin tilted his head, violet eyes glittering under your lamp light, utterly unfazed. "Ah… well," he drawled, brushing his thumb across his lip. “I’m sorry for being too rough yesterday. Let me know if—” You spun and grabbed him by the collar before he could finish whatever filthy thing was about to come out of his mouth. He blinked, genuinely startled—but his mouth curled into a grin almost instantly, thrilled. “Finish that sentence and I will bury your ass,” you hissed, voice dangerously low. He swallowed. “So... no safeword jokes. Got it.” You shoved him onto the couch with more force than necessary and grabbed the blanket he always stole from your bed. “Sleep here. Don’t talk to me.” “Understood,” he said, tugging the blanket up, clearly suppressing laughter. “But if you change your mind and want to—” Thwack. A pillow to the face. "One more word and I’m chopping your dick off while you sleep." His muffled voice from under the pillow, “...Kinky.”

-HYUK ⋆｡°✩ You woke up to a weight beside you. Not your weighted blanket. Not a stuffed animal. Warm. Breathing. You jolted upright with a gasp, heart racing—because that was definitely not there when you went to sleep. And then you turned. And saw him. Hyuk. Lying on your bed. In your sheets. Arm tucked under his head like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t just broken into your apartment in the dead of night and climbed into bed with you like a fucking lunatic. That same damn shirt. That damn unreadable face. Those long lashes casting shadows over eyes that looked way too god damned pleased with themselves. You screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?!?” Hyuk blinked at you calmly. No flinch. No guilt. Just sleepy eyes and a shrug like you were the one making a scene. "...Your room smells funny," he mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep. His nose scrunched faintly and attempting to nuzzle your neck. “Like you.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You stared at him in stunned silence. His cheeks, barely, barelyyy tinged with pink—but that signature deadpan didn't waver. “Did you—” your voice cracked, “—did you break into my house?!” Hyuk rolled onto his side, facing you more directly now, the covers rustling like betrayal. “I made coffee,” he said. “Added oat milk.” Your head spun. You hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet and the man who had stalked you for weeks was now spooning you and offering barista-tier service like this was domestic bliss. You grabbed the nearest object...your phone, a lamp, your fucking sanity— He smiled faintly. “...You talk in your sleep, by the way-” "GET THE HELL OUT"

-CHRIS⋆｡°✩ You dipped your fry into ketchup with the precision of someone about to deliver a lecture, not a snack. “No, because people reaaally misunderstand Gotham. Everyone talks about Batman’s no-kill rule like it’s just this edgy gimmick, but it’s actually a massive philosophical stance. Like..he’s deliberately rejecting the city’s cycle of violence. And don’t even get me started on the Robins.” Chris stared at you from across the diner table, unblinking, mid-chew. “You know Jason died, right?” you pressed on. “Like. Dead-dead. Blown up by the Joker. Voted on by fans. And then he comes back wrong, like Greek tragedy wrong, and Bruce just—he doesn’t know how to handle grief, because he never does. So he just keeps failing these kids over and over again, and—” Chris slowly reached for your milkshake and took a sip without asking. You didn’t notice. “—like, the Batfamily isn’t about sidekicks, it’s about shared trauma and found family, and how none of them can express love in normal ways because Gotham broke them. And when you think about it—” “You’re literally talking about the guy with the bat ears,” Chris interrupted, expression unreadable. You squinted. “Are you being serious right now.” He shrugged. “Trying to keep up. You lost me somewhere between child soldiers and…umm necromancy?” “It’s called Lazarus Pi-ugh,” you said, clearly scandalized. “God, you’re so lucky I think you're hot.” Chris tilted his head, smiling faintly like you’d just admitted to something obscene. “I am, aren’t I?” “You’re infuriating,” you muttered, stabbing your food with more force than necessary. “I should’ve dragged Owen instead. He’d at least pretend to know who Tim Drake is.” Chris leaned back in the booth with the laziest smirk known to man, watching you unravel like it was dessert. “I don’t need to pretend,” he said coolly. “I just like watching you talk about things like they’ll kill you if you don’t explain them fast enough.” You paused. “…That’s. That’s fair.” “Good.” He popped another fry into his mouth. “Now tell me more about that alien you’re obsessed with.” “You’re impossible, you mean Superman?" “You’re obsessed with a billionaire who adopts kids and makes them wear spandex. Who’s the real menace here?” You choked on your drink. Chris was already reaching for another one of your fry.(OFFICER THE BIG BACK IS RIGHT HERE) He leaned across the table, lips brushing your ear. “Wasn’t Nightwing the one with the laser eyes?” You slammed your head against the table.

-JOKER⋆｡°✩ You could always tell when Joker was out of his depth. Not because he said anything. He never did. But he blinked more. Tensed his jaw. Sat with his hands too still, like he was waiting for the floor to drop out. Right now, in the velvet hush of the opera house, he was blinking like mad. You leaned over gently. “You okay?” He didn’t look at you. Just nodded. Jaw tight. “Mhm.” You stifled a smile. He wasn’t used to places like this—the grand chandeliers, the shimmer of gowns, the feeling of sitting down in a velvet seat and having it mean something. And yet he was here. Because you wanted to be. Because you’d lit up talking about this show for days, voice glittering with details about the score and staging and symbolism like you were made of light. He looked like he didn’t belong. But he didn’t try to escape either ....that meant something. During the intermission, you took his hand and pulled him into the dimly lit hallway lined with paintings. “C’mon. I want to show you this one.” It was a moody oil piece—two dancers in motion, all smoke and shadow. You pointed out the brushwork, the story hidden in the hands, the tragedy stitched into the way one of them looked away. You talked and talked, and he just watched you with that quiet intensity of his. He didn’t say much. Didn’t pretend to get it. But you saw the way his eyes flicked between you and the painting like he was memorizing both. “I like when you talk about this stuff,” he murmured, after a while. You turned to him, a little surprised. “Really?” “You get this look in your eyes. Like you’re somewhere else. Like…” He searched for the word. “Like you’re in love.” Your breath caught. Heat bloomed at the back of your neck. He looked away. “You don’t have to understand it all,” you said softly, fingers brushing his. “Just being here with me—this is enough.” Joker glanced at you again, eyes gentler now. “Then I’ll go wherever you want.” Later, he sat through the second act completely still, his hand cradling yours in his lap the whole time. And when you cried at the finale, he didn’t say a word. Just handed you his handkerchief and whispered, “I liked the part where she broke his heart and smiled anyway.” You turned, eyes still glassy. “You were paying attention.” He didn’t respond. Just tucked a curl behind your ear, face unreadable. But he’d be humming the main theme under his breath for days after.

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dedications: @shintaru, @hyukwwn, @bfwooin,@kuchisabishiiiii,@dzvelinaskebiyars dedications: @shintaru, @hyukwwn, @bfwooin,@kuchisabishiiiii,@dzvelinaskebiyars

guess who's watching.....

With windbreaker character!

Warning!: nsfw, 18+

Characters: Wooin, Jay, Dom, Owen and Chris

Also ts real random and done on a whim and probably ooc asf

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when reader is touchy/natural flirt and it confuses them⋆｡°✩

It was the kind of summer midday that stuck to your skin — all heat shimmer and blinding sun, the type of weather that made ice cream melt too fast. You had dragged Joker out hours ago, grinning like a menace, insisting he "touch grass" or "see sunlight" or whatever excuse you'd made up to get him outside. Now, the two of you sat in the park or, more accurately, you lounged under a patch of filtered shade while Joker slouched on the bench beside you, silently regretting wearing black. His dessert sat in his lap — some absurd layered sundae you’d picked out for him: syrupy, overloaded, obnoxious. He was picking at it with clear suspicion, stabbing into the mess like it had insulted him personally. You, on the other hand, were happily working through a melting scoop of Neapolitan ice cream, yapping a mile a minute, barely pausing between bites. Something about someone’s bike wreck. Or maybe it was about a dog. Joker wasn’t listening too hard. You were already more interesting than whatever you were saying. “…and then I told him, if he’s gonna crash that dramatically, he should at least do it with style,” you said, licking at the strawberry side, eyes squinting into the sunlight. “But I guess not everyone can pull off stupid and sexy like you can.” Joker froze mid-bite. The spoonful of sundae he'd just shoved into his mouth suddenly became a hazard. He coughed — once, sharp — then tried to swallow and breathe at the same time, which only made it worse. He doubled forward slightly, choking, thumping his chest while glaring at you through watering eyes. You blinked, then burst out laughing. “Holy shit, are you dying?” “I’m—” cough “fine,” he managed, turning away to spit into the grass like the heat was to blame. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then glared at you like you’d just slapped him with a shovel. “Damn,” you said, licking your spoon slowly, watching him suffer with a smile. “Didn’t know flirting could be fatal.” He sat back, squinting at you under the midday sun, trying desperately to look like he wasn’t still reeling. “You’re not funny.” “You’re just mad ‘cause it’s true,” you grinned, bumping his knee with yours. Joker scowled, but his ears were pink. He went back to stabbing at his sundae like it had personally offended his dignity. “This is why I don’t go outside with you.” “Sureeeeee,” you teased, stretching your arms up over your head like a cat in the sun. “But next time, try not to die just because I called you hot.” He muttered something into his cup of melting dessert, avoiding eye contact. You just kept smiling — smug and satisfied.

The karaoke booth is bathed in neon pinks and purples, soft lights bouncing off the walls. Empty soda cans and half-eaten snacks litter the table. Owen lounges like the whole place belongs to him—one leg propped up, shirt slightly rumpled from the heat, hair unfairly perfect. He’s got a mic in hand like it’s a trophy. You toss a popcorn kernel at him. He dodges it with an exaggerated grimace. “Face it,” he says, smirking as he scrolls through the song queue. “You just had to hear me sing again.” You roll your eyes, lips tugging into a grin. “You queued Beyoncé after Taemin. You’re not giving anyone else a chance.” He raises a brow, smug. “Would you rather I picked Queen? I am British, after all.” The first beat of a power ballad kicks in, and Owen is already performing like he’s on stage at an awards show. Eyes closed, voice smooth, gestures theatrical—he even throws in a spin at the chorus. When he finishes with a mock bow, you whistle and clap. “You practice that in the mirror?” you tease. “I don’t practice, darling,” he says, tossing you a wink. “I’m just naturally gifted.” You snort. “Must be exhausting being this humble.” He grins and leans in, forearms on his knees, voice dropping into something low and teasing. “You like it. Admit it. You dragged me out here just to watch me sing and look pretty for you.” “You really think I need an excuse to look at you?” That wipes the smug off his face—just for a second. He recovers quickly, flashing a grin that's a little too sharp. And then, the next song auto-queues—a slow, soulful R&B track that doesn’t match the chaos from before. You stretch your legs across the booth, brushing against his. He doesn’t move away. He eyes you sideways. “So, is that how you seduce people? Bad pop music and stolen fries?” You shrug. “Worked on you, didn’t it?” He scoffs, clearly trying not to smile. “Hardly. I’m just generous with my attention.” “Oh? So this is charity?” you ask, voice lilting, deliberately innocent. Owen shifts closer, turning slightly to face you, a spark flickering behind his gaze. “Maybe I just like the view.” You lean in, grin lazy and sweet. “Careful, Knight. Keep talking like that and I might not hold back.” Your voice dips lower, smooth and devilish. “Might have to climb into your lap and sing the next verse there. Real close. Just to check if your voice still holds steady.” Owen blinks, caught off guard. His lips part—maybe to recover,but nothing comes out. You sit back with practiced ease, sipping your drink like you didn’t just throw him off his game. “Your move, karaoke king.” And just like that, you out-freaked him.

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Was procrastinating on this for so long but it’s finally done!!! YAYYYYYY🥳🥳🥳 plsss ignore the typos and everything