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How I imagine the Stray Kids dorm:

Jisung: FELIX IF YOU DON'T GIVE BACK MY TWICE ALBUMS I'M SUEING YOU

Felix: *hiding behind Changbin* YOU STOLE THEM FROM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin: I have another five copies of the entire set, so I'm good

Jeongin: Hyung, stop hugging me

Chan: No.

Changbin: Kill me

Minho: I'm gay

Hyunjin: Me too

Woojin: We all just need to calm down and take a deep bre- WHO TOOK MY CHICKEN

Rest of straykids: *runs*

How My Friend Introduced Me To Stray Kids (predebut)

Chan: AUSSIE DUDE #1, LEADER, SILVER HAIR, MAKES LOUD SOUNDS

Woojin: Main vocal + UNDERRATED AF

Minho: the one who looks like a platypus

Felix: AUSSIE DUDE #2, DEEP ASS VOICE, IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH EMO BABY

Changbin: Emo baby + mad rap skills

Hyunjin: model

Seungmin: cutie with a good voice

Jisung: chipmunk man who can sing rap and dance

Jeongin: MAKNAE WITH B R A C E S. CUTE ASF

Stray Kids as things my friends have said

Chan: You know, I didn't know what fun was until I got into highschool. It was stripped away from me and I want it back.

Woojin: I would die for this chicken leg, revive myself, eat it, and then die again.

Minho: I want to kill you all but I would kill for you all.

Changbin: WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT EDGY?...DON'T YOU BRING MY HELLO KITTY STUFFIES INTO THIS

Jisung: Why be talented when you can be a rat?

Hyunjin: Are you calling me gay? I've only dreamed about fucking a couple of guys okay.

Felix: My crush doesn't love me back but who needs healthy relationships when I can cry myself to sleep.

Seungmin: I'm practically an angel. *Two minutes later* ALRIGHT JESSICA YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF AND FUCK A TREE, FOR THE LAST TIME STOP TAKING MY FRIES.

Jeongin: Help I'm confused with this whole life thing and I just want to sleep.

Hyung line react at u debuting as a soloist!

abt: bf!skz x debuting!reader, fluff, crack, a little mean lee know, mentions of jyp (That's a warning in itself)

I'm going to do a part two ig...

bangchan

Lee know

Changbin

Hyunjin

How Would SKZ Hyung Line: give Oral

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Bangchan

will have you on the bed legs spread wide open would probably go really slow kissing up and down your legs until you wince for more. “good girls have to be patient” “i wish you could see how pretty and wet your little pussy looks right now fuck”

KITTEN LICKS!!!! would rub your clit while fucking you with his tongue has to keep eye contact or else he would stop “show me how good i can make you feel”

usually gentle but if you tried to hold your moans would be really rough he just loves hearing you “you like that dirty girl?” once you’re really close would finger you hard and stare down at you “cum for me baby, come on be a good Girl” KING OF AFTER CARE

Lee Know

he would usually do it after spanking you and in a form of punishment on your hands and knees on the bed rubs up and down with one finger if you’re being loud spanks you again “you just love to have your pretty ass slapped, don’t you?”

once he thinks you had enough OH BOIIIII!! would spread you wide open to get a better look EXPECT TO BE OVERSTIMULATED FOR SURE!!!

would switch from his mouth to his fingers “such a greedy hole you have just swallowing my fingers like that” would gently bit down on your clit if you’re really loud again would pull your hair and slap your pussy after you cum so hard would offer his fingers for you “you taste so sweet baby” ALWAYS ASK YOU IF HE WENT TOO FAR

Changbin

THE SWEETEST BOY EVER!! eats you out while holding your hands or your boobs would smile every time he hears you moan his name “am i that good baby?”

would lick a long strip all the while looking at you and chuckles when you curse would bite your thighs loves seeing you fall apart when he’s not holding your hand or boob would slowly tease you with a finger “oh what’s that more? my baby is greedy isn’t she”

once you’re close would finger you faster and looks at your face “cum for me” and just like that you did

Hyunjin

69 FOR SURE would take it as a competition of who can make who feel better would spread you wide open and groan at the sight of you, so open and ready for him fingers you and might slightly run his drenched finger over your rim

when he hits the back of your throat he would curse into you which sends vibration into you slaps your butt just to feel you clench around him “fuck baby can’t wait to get my cock inside of you”

would lick you clean when you cum and just smirk at your fucked out expression “told you i would make you come first”

✦ Masterlist ✦

Stray kids Hyung Line - Hyunjin Reaction Asking them to teach you how to masturbate

Bangchan

would first make 100% sure that you want HIM to teach you how to pleasure yourself, he would probably start of with sitting you between his legs against his chest and have your laptop on porn.

while he takes your hand and guide you down your exposed legs he would keep his hand on yours just cause he wants to feel how wet you would get and an arm around your waist. kissing your head every once in a while and whisper sweet encouragement.

“such a good girl, wanna go faster now?”

Lee Know

I feel like he wouldn’t like the idea at first, he wants to be the only person that can give you that pleasure but once he agrees oh hell it’s going to be torturer he wont touch you he would tell you to use your imagination to get wet i think he would be a dirty talker.

“i can see how wet you’re doll come on add another finger for me”

Changbin

out of all the members of the Stray Kids i think he’s the perviest (i obviously don't know them this is all fictional), i feel like he will just end up fingering you himself and have some fun afterward he would sit in front of you and keep asking if you wanted him to stop

“don’t you want me to stop? but how are you going to learn?”

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Stray Kids Hyung Line Reaction: To you wearing nothing but a hoodie with their name on it

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Bangchan

Chan would be rushing back from the studio running over three Red Lights already. He promised you, He promised he will come before 9 and now that it’s past 11 with about 5 missed calls and 3 messages about how you're going kill him, he knew he messed up.

He’s running up the stairs to your shared apartment, He would see you there laying on the couch your back to the door at first he would think you were really upset “y/n I’m so sorry there was this song an…” he would soon trail off when he comes closer finding you sound asleep and……pantless with only a hoodie on.

Then he will realize what you're wearing it was the hoodie you wore when you first met each other. It was in a fan sign. He would without thinking smile at the memory.

He knew you were a light sleeper so he went to your bedroom and picked a blanket up and slowly walked back to where you were still sleeping on the couch now facing him he would creep in careful not to wake you up and put the blanket on both of you covering you bodies.

Lee Know

I don’t like how some people think that Lee Know is known as the “Cold one out of Stray KIds” I actually think he would be really sweet in a relationship.

He would come home to you dancing and singing along to whatever song, shaking your butt from side to side only then he will notice the hoodie you have on it has his name on the back.

at first he would find it weird where the hell did you get that from but he will soon remember that you were his fan before you guys even got together. and quite honestly he likes the idea of him still being your favorite after all these years.

He will soon approach you slowly smiling his biggest Bunny smile when you jump back screaming and cursing him for scaring the shit out of you.

Changbin

Now Binnie will love it, he  loves how you always support him no matter what. but coming home early and seeing you in this hoodie and nothing pretty much covering you. kinda turned him on a little “Baby i love this hoodie but i think it would look better off”

Hyunjin

Ok everyone knows Jinnie is Cuddly no matter how much he says he doesn't like skin ship. I think he would really be touched by it like his first reaction about seeing you. he wouldn’t think anything about it he has seen you pantless more than one time.

but when he reads his name on the back of the hoodie he would be really touched by it even though it wasn’t a big deal for you it was certainly a big deal for him. he would be so smiley he would probably talk about it to the members too like “my jagya wore a hoodie that has my name on it” repeating it every ten minuets.

✦ Masterlist ✦

He Calls you a Gold Digger : BANGCHAN & MINHO VERSION

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➽ Genre: Angst, Break Up

➽ Warnings: Some Swear words, accusation of being a gold digger

This was inspired by this amazing creator

Note: This is my First Fake Text thing so go easy on me lol

[Part 2]

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Chan

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Minho

[Part 2]

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He Calls you a Gold Digger 2 : BANGCHAN & MINHO VERSION

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➽ Genre: Angst for Chan, Possibility of getting back together for Minho

➽ Warnings: Some Swear words.

This was inspired by this amazing Creator

[Part 1]

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Chan

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Minho

[Part 1]

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𝑷𝑶𝑽: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑩𝒇𝒇!𝑺𝑲𝒁

I hope you like it, sorry for any mistakes💜 Should I do the maknae line part?

Idol! Hyunjin x Stay! Reader: Ship

A/n: This is my first Stray Kids imagine and its basically fluff.

Summary: Being a Stay and being close to the Stray Kids was a boon and a bane, especially, when you have The Hwang Hyunjin as your boyfriend.

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You were one of the closest Stay that the Stray Kids had, and they used you bigtime, as an insight to the fandom. You were the one who explained Minho what his name "Butt collector" meant in korean.

When Jisung was confused as to why a picture of him and his Lino hyung had the tag Minsung, he came to you and you answer made him run away shouting. The funniest part was on his way out of the room he and you were in, Minho was entering and Jisung collided with him, to which the pitch of his screamed increased and he ran away faster, as you were left in fits of laughter, which was joined by Minho and Chan when they heard what had happened.

You would always give the 3racha special comments and compliments on their hard work on the albums. You conveyed your own and the messages of love that the stays wanted to give them.

You and Hyunjin helped Felix to get over his insecurities and told him that the Stay loved to see his face natural and bare than all caked up. You always helped Hyunjin to decide the songs that he should perform to in his solo dance lives. You're often the one helping him shoot his vlogs, and you adored every second of these moments.

Being behind the scenes with them on your off days were the highlights of your week and sneaking around in the green room to melt in each others arms is just something else.

"Jagi?" You heard your boyfriend's whiny voice and had to look away from your phone to give the boy some attention.

"Yes babe?" You said.

"Is Chan Hyung still your bias?" He asked, even Bang Chan felt a bit thrown of at his question, what made him choke on his coke was when you nodded a yes and shrugged your shoulders as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What? Babe! I should be your bias" Hyunjin whined

"Hey! Look at Bangchan" you said aloud.

"Can you guys not speak as if I am not here!" Bangchan complained but you both ignored and kept looking at him. Bangchan just looked at the two of you and grabbed his bowl of ramen and walked away.

"If you were in my place even your bias would be Bangchan, Hyunie" you said patting his head.

"I think you are right" he said "May be Bangchan hyung is my bias" he said.

"Aahh my Chanjin heart" you said that left Hyunjin dumbfounded. But you were too busy imaging the scenes from Red lights to notice that.

You loved the sight of you boyfriend in chains and this song was really close to your soul and your deep desires. Well you definitely liked to watch him all tied up especially with the huge sexy energy that he gave off during the song and the performances or practice and being able to watch them first hand seemed like a privilege to you.

But being a stay you can't help but cheer a bit louder at the moments which was known as "Hyunchan/Chanjin" moments. And as you watched them practice for the shoot or performance at times lead to a huge blush creeping on your face and your whole face heating up. You didn't realise how long you have been picturing Hyunjin in chains and things untill you felt a poke on you side and you looked at a smirking Hyunjin who cocked an eyebrow and asked "What are you thinking about thats making you blush?"

"Oh shut up" you said and right then the producer walked into the room and ushered Hyunjin out as they were ready to shoot the next scene. He bowed at you slightly and walked away.

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You were sitting in the practice room, as the boys plopped around in different spot tired from their activities of the day.

"Just one more interview" Changbin said.

"Lucky its right here" Chan chirped.

"Yay I'll watch" you said and looked at your boyfriend to find him.

Yes, plopped over Felix, who is surely busy on his tiktok and smiling at you.

"Hey you can't change my Chanjin heart to Hyunlix like than" you said dramatically putting a hand over your heart.

"Don't tell me thats my and Hyunjin's ship name" Felix mumbled.

"Of course, its one of the most supported ships" you said.

"What you you mean one of the and not the most" Hyunjin said grabbing you hand and intertwining your fingers.

"Well you can't fight with Minsung" you said and gazed at your hands and suddenly were struck by an idea.

"Felix gimme your hand" you said and without even thinking he put his free hand on yours. You opened your matching ring from your finger and put it on Felix's finger.

"I don't see how this is gonna help" Felix said, finally putting his phone down.

"Stays are very observant they'll notice you both wearing the same ring" you said excitedly and Hyunjin chuckled at your fangirl side.

And then the precious moments where Felix just:

You pressed your mouth to suppress your laughter and excitement.

After the interview, Felix returned you his ring and said "Now we shall defeat Minsung!" With a supposedly evil laugh, and you squealed in excitement.

"Babe, you know that I am YOUR BOYFRIEND. And you are not supposed to be shipping me with others" Hyunjin said.

"Aww babe I love you" you said and hugged him as he mummbled a me too.

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When he sees you in a wedding dress (Not wedding) (Hyung line)

Stray kids x Reader

Bangchan

Visiting you on your set was normal for him. After dating him for this long it would be, but today was different, you had told him, you were signed to endorse a special clothing line of this famous American-Korean designer, he couldn't be prouder. So he walked in and found your manager, both waiting for you. "Be ready to get your mind blown, Chris" your manager had whispered to him and he was confused. His confusion was however soon washed away when he saw you and the other models walk out in various semi-traditional and semi-morden wedding dresses. He took in a gulped as he kept looking at you. His heart feels warm. You excused yourself and walked up to him "how do I look?" You twirled. He was already blushing, he stood up and looked at you and unexpectedly said "Lets go to church".

Lee know

Lee Know reached your set and sent you a text only to get the reply that he needed wait as you still needed some time. He walked to the place you asked him to wait, it was near a vanity. He was waiting when he heard your voice from afar and he looked up. His eyes got stuck at you, he almost forgot where he was, the texts from Hyunjin that he was answering were long forgotten. "Oh fuck" he cursed under his breath. His heart was pounding so loudly he bet you could hear him if you walked close enough. "A picture would last longer, you know" you mocked him. But his smile never dropped or quivered, at that moment he promised something to himself.

Changbin

When you texted him that it would be great if he could help you pick a dress he didn't expect, this. "Babe? Did I miss a few chapters?" He asked. You and your P.A turned to look at him in awe. "Binnie, remember the new drama I have been shooting?" You reminded him, and walked into the changing room. "YOU'LL MARRY SOMEONE ELSE BEFORE ME?" he said, dramatically. Your P.A sighed "Awe Binnie, you're too cute. Now, tell me which looks the best" you said, walking out of the curtains. "How does this look?" You asked him while checking yourself out on the mirror but only heard silence, you looked towards him to find him awestruck, how could he speak? You looked drop dead gorgeous in that dress.

Hyunjin

Fashion Shows and Fashion weeks have never been his 'thing' but this time it was different. He had to attend this event and he dragged Felix with him. This was the special white collection and coincidentally what you were wearing had a veil. You found the dress really alluring with the layers and all and couldn't wait to walk down the ramp in it, especially knowing your boyfriend is in the audience. The moment you stepped out Hyunjin's eyes went wide as his heart skipped a beat, he felt like this was what he wanted and needed. He could feel tears sting his eyes and Felix could see that too. "Mate control" Felix whispered to his friend's ear. Who just whispered back "I WILL marry her one day, Yongbokah".

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𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭...

Waah!: The boys reaction to realizing they yelled at you when you have past trauma with yelling.

Ya-hoo!: Mn in this had a "Military" childhood, Dad treated him like a soldier and was always yelling at him whether it be commands or verbal abuse.

Yay!: Is it obvious what I'm using to label the start of my fics? lol. Anyway, Waah! is the summary. Ya-hoo! is a brief explanation or backstory, and Yay! is authors note. I need a fourth character noise for Warnings...Oh yeah! will by warnings. (Also, if you haven't got it yet, Waluigi, Mario, Peach, Luigi)

Oh Yeah!: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Trauma Triggers, The boys are unintentional dicks, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, mentions of Blood, British Cigarette slur in Changbin's,

𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷 (598 Words)

The door of your apartment slammed shut, making you jump. He knows to not slam doors but you put aside your slight annoyance for him forgetting when you hear him muttering. You shuffle out of your room and head to the living room where you can hear the mutters more clearly. Something about a missing track and being behind a day since they had to re-record some lines.

"Hey, Channie..." You said softly as you gently crossed your arms. You may be a strong tall boy (tm) now but Chan was starting to scare you a bit. "I-I got us food...Wasn't sure what your wanted but I got your fav-" "Mn, Just shut the fuck up!" He yelled, turning towards you. "I saw the damn food but if you payed attention to your damn phone, you would've known that I ate with the boys." "Ch-Chan...Stop. Now." Your voice wavered as your eyes began to water. "Who are you to tell me to stop?!"

The phrase made you flinch, the flash of your father about to hit you after you told him to stop yelling at your siblings made you stumble back into the wall, bumping into the side table, knocking over a vase that shatters as you slid down the wall, your hands coming up to cover your head as you beg your father to not hurt you.

The moment "Appa, No, please!" left your mouth, Chan's anger and stress from the day immediately went out the window when he realized what just happened. "Shit, Shit, Mn, I'm sorry." He swore he'd never raise his voice and seeing you like this, curled against the wall shaking, crushed his heart. "Mn, hey, jagi, can you hear me?" A sob is all he gets in reply and he sighs as tears build up in his eyes. His eyes catch the glass around your leg and he notices that you landed on some of the pieces, a few small blood patches on your sweats. He knows he needs to be gentle but he can't let them get worse as he kneels in front of you to try and move you off and away from the glass. You fight against him, your hands trying to help you crawl away but your right ends up in the glass and you cry in pain this time. "Ah, shit." Your eyes snap open to first see your hand, then the glass around you. "I-I'm sorry, I-I'll clean this up." You go to stand but Chan stops you. "No, No, N/n, let's patch you up first." "B-But I-I have to clean with the wounds...t-to be tougher." "Mn, babe, look at me." You do so slowly and finally meet his teary gaze. "Ch-Channie..." A new set of tears fall and Chan scoops you up the best he can to get you away from the mess.

"I'm so sorry, N/n. I didn't mean to yell at you, I know better, I shouldn't have taken my stress of the day out on you, I am unbelievably sorry." His hug was tight as he cried into your shoulder. "I promise I won't do that again, I promise to be more aware of how I'm feeling. I'll make it up to you, I'm sorry." You shake in his hold but slowly you melt into him, his faint cologne and tight grip calming you down as you wrap your arms around him as well. Although your leg and palm stung, you were grounded enough to know that both of you were comforting one another in that moment.

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 (950 Words)

Minho asked you a few days ago if you could meet him at his place so the two of you could finally spend time together after what felt like an eternity since the last time you saw each other.

You arrived a few minutes before him and hastily set out the food you brought, homemade from your sibling you visited a day prior. His cats surrounded you, watching you curiously as you get the food out. When you were done, you smiled at the cats before making your way into the living room and sat on the floor, Soonie crawled into your lap as Dori sat in front of you and Doongi was happily purring next to Dori as you pat his head and scratch his chin. Pausing your pets on the cat in your lap, you pull your phone out of your pocket to see if there's any updates from Minho. Five minutes ago is a message saying he's almost there and Fifteen minutes ago is a message asking if you could feed the babies for him. You're quick to remove Soonie from your lap and stand up, gathering their dishes and food when the door opens but you jump when it slams shut.

"Mn?" His tone was firm and you felt a little scared but kept in mind that he just came from either the studio or the dorms, he must've not had a good day. "In here!" You call out. "I brought my siblings home made Kimbap and Pajeon for dinner. I also picked up-" "Where's their food?" "O-Oh, it's right here." You smile gently when he reaches your line of sight. "I'm just filling Dori's-" "I sent that twenty minutes ago." "I-I know, and I have the bowls right here, just give me-" "Why didn't you do it when I texted you?" "M-Min, it's not a big deal. Look, I have their bowls." "Not a big deal? You're starving them." "Oh come on, Minnie, you're being overdramatic."

You kneel down and set the bowls near the cats before standing up and turning towards your boyfriend. "See? Now they're fed." You sassed, going to walk past him to go to your food when he blocked your path. "Minho, what is wrong with you?" You snapped. He suddenly grabbed your wrists and you whimpered at the tightness. The backbone you gained over time from your childhood was suddenly out the window as fear crept up your spine. "O-Ow, Min, you're hurting me." "I don't care. I asked you to do one simple task and you blew it off."

Tears gathered in your eyes as your thrown back to the one night you didn't do the dishes, too busy trying to finish an important, grade-on-the-line school project, and your dad came home to see the half filled sink. He had grabbed you, dragging you into the kitchen. You complained that he was hurting you and that phrase was uttered before he threw you in front of the sink, you had a bruise on your side for a week.

The tears finally fell as you squeezed your eyes shut. "M-Minho, please stop, I'm sorry I didn't feed them earlier." "Why are you crying? There's no need to be crying, you don't have a reason to cry." He shoved you backwards and you stumble into Soonie's food bowl, spilling his food as he jumps away as another memory flashes, your father said the same thing when you cried after seeing him shove your mother to the ground. You whimper quietly, stuttering as you shrink in on yourself. "I'm sorry, Appa, I'll do better, I'm sorry." Your eyes open to see the food at your feet and you silently kneel down onto both of your knees to clean your mess.

Minho was frozen, mulling over his thoughts before he sighs. He realized what happened, the night prior he slept at the dorms and was so happy he'll get to see you the next day but he had woken up with a nasty headache, fighting through the slight throb in his temples at practice and at the studio. This was his fault, twenty minutes really wasn't a big deal to get mad over but he was tired, annoyed, and in pain, he just wanted you and his babies and when he saw them without food, he just broke. He sighs as he gets on the floor with you, picking up the food with you. When all of it was back in the bowl, you suddenly picked it up and hastily walked back to the kitchen.

Minho's eyes followed you, watching you dump the bowl before pouring new food back into it. "Mn-ie..." He stood when you came back in. A gentle hand on your bicep, he takes the bowl, setting it down for the mewling cat at his feet before placing his other hand on your other arm to turn you towards him. "Jagiya, I'm sorry." He bends his knees to try and look at your eyes, tears gathering but not falling. He sighs again, standing up straight and wrapping his arms around you. He didn't say anything, he just cradled you, rubbing your back as you let the tears fall and soak his hoodie. You could tell he felt bad, gentle kisses placed on the top of your head and a couple on your cheek or hoodie-clad shoulder while he swayed the both of you gently. You take a step to try and push yourself further into his hold, wrapping your arms around his middle and his arms tighten around you. "I love you, Mn...I'm sorry." You sob into his shoulder, burying your face further into his shoulder. "L-Love you, M-Min..."

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷 (635 Words)

You knew Changbin had a bad gym day and you did everything to cheer him up and make him feel better. You made him your noodle recipe from your mom that he absolutely loves, you drew him a warm bath when he texted a small ‘Almost home’. You sent him a quick message saying you love him and can't wait to see him but he didn't reply. Today must've been really bad, hopefully your little set up in your dining room will make him happy.

When Changbin came home, you smiled, finishing up dinner before walking out of the kitchen to greet your boyfriend, but as soon as you reached the entryway of your home, the air shifted and you realized that your Binnie was in a really bad mood as you made your way to the front door. “Hey, Bin.” “Hey.” “I, um, I drew you a bath…a-and I made your favorite recipe from my mom for dinner. It's ready when you finish your bath.” “Thanks.”

You wring your hands together before taking a stuttery inhale. “Y-You okay, Bin? I-Is there anything I can do…for you?” “No, you can't do anything.” “Excuse me?” “You can't do anything.” “Binnie, you don't mean that.” You give a weary smile and hesitant chuckle. “You just might be stressed and tired-” “Now you're suddenly aware of how I’m feeling? How would you know how I’m feeling?” “Bin-” “Stop, just stop.”

He shoves past you, his built shoulder shoving you into the wall and your left hand lands on the wall to stop yourself from colliding with the wall as you turn and watch Changbin walk away. “Bin, hey-” “I just told you to stop! Like I said, you can't do anything, you can't even listen properly.” His voice was rising the more he spoke and he turned back to you, taking slow steps towards you.

“Changbin, stop taking to me like that.” Your eyes grew glossy as you tried to hold in your tears. “Why are you crying? You're so pathetic.” “Changbin!” “Don't yell at me, you don't have a reason to yell at me!” Suddenly he's grabbing your arm and pulling you from the front door entryway to push you into the livingroom. Unfortunately, you managed to trip over the corner of your rug and you landed on your side at the same time your head connected to the side of the coffee table. You yelp in pain, feeling as if you were fifteen again when your dad found out you had a boyfriend, furious that his son was a ‘Weak Fag’ and ‘pathetic’ as you collided with the wall next to the television.

The tears fell and you let out a sob as your head pounded. You reach up to your temple and pull your hand back to find some blood, looking back up to see Changbin still standing there, staring, still angry as if he didn't realize what he just did.

You got up with shaky legs and ran to the bathroom, aiming to patch your wound but the first thing you do is slide down the door with a sob and pull your phone out, calling the first contact that you manage to navigate to. Meanwhile, Changbin tossed his hands up when you ran to the bathroom, amused that you ran away from him, still not aware of what just happened.

A few minutes later, the still unlocked front door was pushed open and he got a small glimpse of Felix rushing to the bathroom before Chan was slamming the door closed and pushing Changbin against the wall. “What the fuck-” “What is wrong with you?!” “What?” “You know he has abuse trauma, why the fuck did you do it?” “What do you mean?” Suddenly, Chan slaps him, and gestures to the room. “Look around, Changbin.” There's a few blood droplets next to the coffee table, staining your messed up rug from when you tripped, Felix trying to get you to open the bathroom door, and on the dining table were dishes ready for dinner. What really brought Changbin to reality was the number two balloon and what looked like a custom banner saying “I love you, Binnie, Happy Two Years.”

Fuck

Your guy's anniversary…

(I'm ending his here but if a pt.2/continuation is wanted, I'll get it to you :)...)

𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 (1083 words)

With the couple years you guys have been together, you had finally gained courage to suggest that Hyunjin moved in with you. Not like move in physically, he still lives with the boys at the dorm, I mean you let him claim your guest room to be another art studio for him. It was already your own little work space but you donated the bed, cleaned it up, reorganized, and got new furniture to surprise him with it for your one year anniversary.

Now, most of your home is covered in paintings that he's made. Either permanently or just to get it out of the room. He was with the boys when you were cleaning around, your last room of the day being the studio. You didn't do much, knowing how Hyunjin likes his things where he puts them, the most you did was put blank canvases together in the corner and put things back where you knew they belonged and knew your boy wasn't using the item anymore.

You were moving to your side of the studio when your foot slips slightly and you notice a brush of his. It was still usable but the handle was messy and slight warn and the bristles were beginning to fray. Looking at his desk, you see the other brushes which seem to be in the same state. You didn't think about it to much before smiling, biting your lip to keep the grin from spreading too wide before making your way to a set of drawers next to your desk, a collective catch all and your lucky that he's never opened the bottom drawer which contains new brushes. Black handles with a gold metal holding clean brown bristles, custom made with a little engravings on them. "Forever my prince" and "Hwang No.1". You've had them for a while, waiting for the right moment to give them since whenever you brought up the topic, he'd say the ones he has are still useful but it wasn't about just replacing his brushes, one of the brushes engravings was "Ln Hyunjin." You finally were going to propose.

You collected the old brushes and moved them to the long drawer on your desk to hide them, throw them away later. You then got an unoccupied small white vase and placed the brushes in like a bouquet before writing and small note, a simple 'Just because gift ~Mn <3' that you place next to the vase. You would've given them physically but you had some errands to run with your sibling, that's why you were cleaning, killing time.

After running errands, you came back and heard small muttering in the studio, smiling when you see his shoes before it falls when you see the slight disarray your living room was in. "Damn it, Mn, what did you do with them?" You heard him huff. What did you do? Walking down the hall, you see a few of your new brushes for him and your chest grows tight. "Jinnie?" "Mn! Where are my brushes?" "D-Didn't you see I got you new ones?" "I didn't need new ones, Mn! The ones I had are ones I'm use to." "So because you didn't want to try out the ones I bought you, you throw them on the floor?" "Mn, I didn't need new ones to begin with! If you listened to me, I wouldn't be yelling at you!"

"If you listened to me, I wouldn't have to punish you!" Your dad yelled a day after he said "Listen closely, you don't say a word about what I did to mom, I won't punish you for not cleaning the truck like I told you to do." The same day you gave in and begged your teacher that day at school to help save your family. You just wanted away from that man, you didn't want to be near him anymore but when the cops showed up, he lied, and when they left, let's just say you missed a week of school due to some bruises and your father didn't want to get caught. That's when you realized he only cared about himself and how people see him.

"I-I'm sorry...Y-You always get m-me gifts, I-I was just returning th-the favor..." "Well, you didn't have to. Now where are they?" "I-In m-my desk..." You suddenly felt like a little boy again, you felt small, confined, trapped. You wipe at your eyes with the bottom of your palm, sniffing as you watch him kick the other brushes away. "J-Jin?" "What?" He snapped. "I-I'm sorry, J-Jin-nim, I'm sorry." Chocking back a sob, you step back and run out of the room. "Jin-nim?" Hyunjin mutters to himself confused before his eyes widen, looking at the brushes before the ones in his hands clatter to the floor and he's chasing after you. You were forced to call your father Mister Jin.

Your shoes were missing and your front door was open. "Shit." He quickly slid his shoes on before running out the door. He could see you not that far away as he was quick to catch up to you, wrapping his arms around you to stop you from walking farther. "Mn, Muse, hold on." He turned you around to face him, a hand on the side of your face to gently guide your gaze up to him. "Mn, I'm sorry." "What?" You blinked a couple times before you realized it was Jin. Your Jin. "Hyunjin?" "Yeah, it's okay. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to yell, I didn't mean to get rational, I-I don't know what came over me, I should've just asked." "Y-You didn't even see the brushes...Did you?" "N-Not really...I-I really am sorry."

You reach a hand up to his, leaning into his touch before you remove his hand and walk back home. When you return, to pull him to the studio, picking up the fan brush with his name. "This is your last name." "I know." You pull him further into the studio but he stops to look at the other brushes as you move to your desk drawer, reaching to the back to pull out a ring.

You turn around, admiring Hyunjin for a moment before walking over to him, placing a gentle hand on his elbow to get him to look at you before smiling when his eye catches the ring instead. "Mn..." "I know you...just yelled at me and I have so many problems but...be mine?"

Got carried away with Hyunjin's but I'm a writer who loves details but sorry this took so long. Ended up making this two parts cause I didn't know what to do for the maknae's cause my brain thinks they're too precious to hurt someone but I will think of something. For now, I hope you...enjoyed? It's kinda weird to say I hope you enjoyed this since it's a trauma fic 😬 N E WAYS, I just hope it's okay.

Tagging @lakee-jakee and @belladonna6-6-6 who commented on the original post of me asking if anyone wanted this. It do finally be done :)

BF!SKZ Hyung Line Texts

[🦋 Asking for a baby] Bang Chan & Minho

[🦋 Asking for a baby] Changbin & Hyunjin

[🦋Dirty Contact names] 2

[🦋 Anniversary Bouquet’s] 3

[🦋 Hot and bothered] 4

[🦋 explicit question] 5

[🦋 meeting your parents] 6

Bf!SKZ Texts

Prompt: Sending explicit questions

Hyung Line

Bf!SKZ Texts

Prompt: Your parents want to meet them

Hyung Line

Chan

Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

"... Who Is This?"

✮ ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆｡°✩ SKZ Hyung Line x Reader ✮ ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆｡°✩

Summary: Texting the wrong number and getting a surprisingly pleasant reply

Warnings: (Mention of) Cheating, Established Relationships between Reader & Someone Else/Failed Dates

Bangchan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Hyunjins buff???🤣🤣

I made a little something while I was working on my stay selca.

hope you guys enjoy. 🥺💕

like/reblog if you save it 🤠

I Just Killed My Ex

Mentally Unstable! Hyunjin x Psychopath! Reader

warning: mentions of killing, and violence

You stood over the lifeless body, your breath steady and unnervingly calm. His eyes remained wide open, frozen in an expression of shock and betrayal, reflecting the pale moonlight that filtered through the thick canopy of trees. The woods, dark and dense, loomed around you, swallowing all other sounds except the distant rustling of leaves and the soft hoot of an owl. The woods had always been his greatest fear, ever since he was a child. That’s why you chose this place. You lured him here with the perfect bait—promises of a romantic evening, the illusion of affection that he so desperately craved.

The blade in your hand glistened, slick with the blood you’d just spilled, each crimson droplet sliding down its length with a kind of grace. You glanced down at the handle, the smooth wood fitting comfortably in your grip, before shifting your gaze back to him. A slow smile tugged at your lips, curling them into a smirk as you admired your handiwork.

"Y/N… why the woods? You know I hate it here, it’s too dark…," he'd whined earlier, his voice trembling with the same unease you’d always found so irritating. You remembered the way his eyes darted nervously from tree to tree, as if expecting the shadows to leap out at him.

You had chuckled softly at his discomfort, leaning in close to murmur sweetly, "Why are you scared?" Your hand had traced lazy, gentle patterns down his arm, a gesture that once reassured him. "I’m the one who’s going to have to walk back alone."

The way his brow furrowed in confusion, the slight quiver in his lips as he tried to make sense of your words—it was almost too easy.

"W-What?" he had stammered, the fear creeping into his voice.

But he never got an answer.

His hands had reached up, grasping weakly at your wrists as though that could stop you. You watched, emotionless, as the light slowly faded from his eyes. The strength in his grip loosened, his arms falling limply to his sides.

Now, as you stood over him, the wind ruffled your hair, carrying away the metallic scent of blood. The darkness of the woods no longer seemed menacing to you—it was a sanctuary. You had planned every detail, down to the exact moment the moon would be highest in the sky, casting its cold light over your final act.

The shadows embraced you, and for the first time in a long while, you felt in control. You knelt beside him, wiping the blade clean on his shirt, then stood again, taking in the stillness of the night. His body was just another part of the landscape now, another piece of the scene you had made.

Without a second glance, you turned and walked away, the leaves crunching softly underfoot. You wouldn’t be walking back alone after all—not really. His fear had died with him, but yours? Yours had just begun to bloom.

You stared down at the body, your breath now coming in measured, calculated intervals as the reality of what needed to be done next settled in. The blade still shone in your hand, but its purpose had been fulfilled. Now, it was just dead weight, like him. The woods were vast, dark, and suffocating, but you couldn’t leave him here. No. He had to come back with you. This wasn’t over yet.

With a sigh, you crouched beside him, brushing aside the stray twigs and leaves that clung to his clothes. His lifeless body looked heavier now, limp and uncooperative. You grabbed him by the ankles, testing his weight with a small tug. The thought crossed your mind briefly—how odd it was to be this close to someone you once shared intimate moments with, now reduced to a mere object, something to be moved, disposed of.

The first tug was awkward, his legs dragging across the forest floor with a dull scrape. The sound was unsettling but strangely satisfying, the friction against the earth a reminder of his final resistance. You adjusted your grip, digging your heels into the dirt for leverage, and began the grueling process of pulling him through the trees. His body bumped over roots and uneven ground, his head lolling to one side, as if he were a puppet whose strings had been cut.

You glanced over your shoulder occasionally, scanning for any signs of movement, for any witnesses that might be lurking in the darkness. The woods were silent, save for the sounds of your labor and the occasional distant hoot of an owl. Each pull sent a surge of adrenaline through you, driving you forward.

It wasn’t long before the clearing came into view, the distant outline of the city lights barely visible through the gaps in the trees. You had parked your car far enough away that no one would suspect anything, but close enough that you could still manage to get him inside without drawing too much attention. You hadn’t planned on him being this heavy, though. The trek felt longer, more arduous with each step, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins dulled the physical strain.

After what felt like hours, you finally reached the edge of the woods. His body was covered in dirt and leaves now, his clothes torn from being dragged across the rough terrain. You wiped the sweat from your brow and glanced at the car, hidden just out of sight, parked along a secluded stretch of road. The hardest part was yet to come.

You heaved him up into the trunk, your muscles screaming in protest as you shoved him inside. The thud of his body hitting the metal interior echoed in the night, but no one was around to hear. You slammed the trunk shut, the sound final, like a door closing on this chapter.

Back at the apartment, you parked in the underground lot, grateful for the late hour and the quiet that enveloped the building. You moved swiftly, methodically, hauling his body from the trunk and into the elevator, avoiding the security cameras you had already noted during your planning. His weight dragged behind you, a burden both literal and symbolic, as you made your way to the door.

Once inside, you exhaled, surveying the dimly lit space. The apartment felt too clean, too pristine, as though it had been waiting for this. You wiped your hands on your black jeans, smearing them with dirt and blood, and turned your gaze to the body lying in the middle of the room.

This was your sanctuary, your carefully curated life, and he was the one thing that didn’t belong anymore. But now, it was his final resting place. His presence here would serve a new purpose.

With a grim determination, you dragged him across the floor one last time, positioning him where you wanted—just another piece in your plan.

The hospital loomed in the distance, its sterile glow cutting through the night like a beacon. A smart choice, really—neutral ground where you could blend in and buy yourself time. No one would suspect you here. Hospitals were filled with people consumed by their own tragedies, chaos and misery woven into the very walls. It would be easy to slip through unnoticed, another face among the wounded and weary.

The stench of iron clung to you, lingering in the air like some perverse perfume. Blood, still warm, dripped slowly from your fingertips, splattering onto the cold pavement with each step. The sound of it hitting the ground was faint, barely audible over the distant hum of traffic, but to you, it might as well have been a drumbeat echoing your guilt. Your black clothes, chosen with care for their ability to conceal, now felt heavy, saturated with the evidence of your crime. The fabric stuck to your skin, wet and uncomfortable, the drying blood forming a layer that made your every movement feel deliberate. You could feel it like a second layer of skin, invisible to everyone but yourself.

You walked toward the hospital’s entrance, the automatic doors hissing open as you approached, like a mechanical sigh welcoming you into a world of antiseptic smells and soft murmurs. The fluorescent lights were harsh against your bloodshot eyes, casting everything in a cold, sterile light that contrasted sharply with the warmth of the blood that still clung to you. But no one looked twice. The rush of nurses, doctors, and patients barely spared a glance in your direction. To them, you were just another face, just another body passing through.

The blood from your ex seeped through your clothes in places, sticky and warm, though no one noticed. Not yet. Your dark attire hid the worst of it, but you could still feel it, the wet patches where his life had spilled over and marked you as something other than innocent. You kept walking, your pace steady but not hurried. Panic would give you away. You couldn’t afford that. Not now.

He had to die.

The thought repeated in your mind, a mantra of justification, though you weren’t sure who you were trying to convince—yourself or the ghost of him that still lingered in your thoughts. His face flickered across your memory, that familiar sneer curling his lips, the look of disdain that he always wore when he talked to you. That condescending tone, the way he spoke as though every word you said was meaningless, as though you were some toy to be played with and discarded. His cruelty had always been so subtle, so artful. He never hit you, never screamed at you. No, he was much smarter than that.

He twisted your thoughts until you didn’t know where his desires ended and yours began. He made you doubt yourself, question everything you once held dear. Slowly, over time, he chipped away at you, stripping you down until you were a hollow version of the person you used to be. You tried to leave, once. You packed your bags, stood in the doorway, but he had stopped you with nothing more than a few choice words—a promise to change, a fleeting moment of tenderness that made you second-guess everything. You had been weak then, afraid. But not anymore.

Now, you were free.

But freedom came with a price, and as you stood in the sterile hospital hallway, the weight of what you’d done settled over you like a shroud. You could almost feel his ghost following you, whispering in your ear, telling you that you would never really escape him. He would haunt you, a constant presence, until the guilt consumed you whole. But you didn’t care. You could live with the guilt. It was better than living with him.

You moved through the hospital with purpose, though each step felt heavier than the last. Every door you passed felt like an invitation to turn back, to undo the irreversible, but you pushed forward. You knew why you had come here, knew that the hospital wasn’t just a hiding place—it was a temporary refuge from the storm that raged inside you.

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead as you approached the front desk, the buzz of the hospital growing quieter in your ears as your mind raced. You leaned against the counter, feigning calm as you scanned the waiting room, your pulse thrumming under your skin. It was busy—families waiting for news, doctors rushing between patients, nurses scribbling down charts. No one cared about the woman in bloodstained black clothes who had just walked through the doors. Not yet.

You tapped your fingers against the counter, your mind flickering back to his face once more. You saw the sneer again, heard his voice—the way he’d called you pathetic, small. But not this time. This time, you had made sure he would never speak again. And as the hospital buzzed with life around you, you felt a twisted sense of satisfaction settle in your chest. He was gone, and you were still here.

You were still free. But for how long?

"Good evening, how can I help you?" the nurse chirped, her voice unnervingly bright, the kind of overused politeness that made her seem robotic. She had no idea who you were, no idea what you had done just hours ago. And that was the beauty of it.

"I’d like to donate blood," you replied smoothly, your voice soft but unwavering. You kept your expression neutral, even innocent, as if nothing in the world could be out of place.

The nurse blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the request. "Oh, sure… um, we just need to take your vitals first. If you’ll follow me—"

"No need," you cut her off with a slight wave of your hand, tilting your head with genuine confusion, as if she had suggested something absurd. "I’ve got plenty of blood at home. I can bring it in buckets if you want."

Her face changed in an instant. The nurse’s eyes widened, her friendly mask cracking as she tried to process what you had just said. The color drained from her cheeks, leaving her as pale as the hospital walls behind her. Her hands trembled—ever so slightly—but enough for you to notice, enough to spark that amusement inside you.

She stammered, trying to find her voice, but nothing coherent came out. Instead, she mumbled something under her breath, barely audible, and then turned on her heel, her shoes squeaking against the polished floor as she hurried away toward the back room. You watched her flee, your eyes following her retreating figure as she scurried off like a frightened animal.

The sight amused you. She was weak, terrified—just like him.

A cruel smirk crept across your face, spreading slowly as you leaned back against the counter. You could still see the look on her face, the way her hands shook as she fumbled to escape your presence. People like her were so easy to scare, so fragile. All it took was a few carefully chosen words, a subtle shift in tone, and they crumbled.

You glanced around the waiting area, the sterile atmosphere now tinged with your silent amusement. It was almost too easy. You had come here to buy time, to distance yourself from the body you had left behind, but this… this was a bonus. Watching people break under the weight of their own fear, just like he had, gave you a sense of control. It reminded you that you weren’t weak anymore.

The nurse hadn’t returned, and you doubted she would. The idea of her cowering in the back room, trying to explain what had just happened to her colleagues, made you chuckle under your breath. You imagined her recounting the conversation, her voice shaking, her eyes darting around in fear that you might still be lurking.

You leaned against the counter, waiting patiently, your smirk never fading.

Not long after, an older nurse emerged from the same door, her hair white as snow, her movements slow. There was something about her—a quiet strength, a knowing look in her eyes that came from years of experience. She wasn’t like the younger nurse who had fled in terror. No, this woman had seen her fair share of strange things. She wouldn’t be easily shaken.

"My dear," she said, her voice soft and warm, approaching you with a gentle smile. "Don’t mind that young one. She’s easily spooked. You seem like a lovely girl. Kind. Strong. This generation’s a bit misunderstood, but you all have good hearts deep down."

You blinked, her words falling over you like syrup, thick and sweet. Kind? She was calling you kind? The irony of it curled inside your chest like a snake ready to strike. The words dripped from her lips, heavy with patronizing sympathy, as though she thought she could read you—like you were some lost child she could save with a few soft-spoken reassurances.

"You're kind."

"Kind," you echoed, the word rolling off your tongue in a whisper of disbelief, tasting bitter, soaked in irony. Did she even know what she was saying? Could she sense the darkness lurking beneath your skin, or was she blind to it? You almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.

The older nurse’s smile never wavered. She reached out and squeezed your shoulder, the gesture meant to comfort, but all you could feel was the weight of her hand—a reminder of the blood that still clung to you, the blood she had no idea was there.

Then her fingers brushed against something wet, and her smile faltered. Slowly, she pulled her hand back, her expression shifting as she looked down at her palm. Blood. Dark, sticky blood smeared across her skin, clinging to her fingers like the evidence of a sin too great to be washed away. Her face drained of color, the warmth that had once been in her eyes replaced with a growing sense of dread.

Her gaze flicked from her hand to your face, and in that moment, the truth crashed into her like a slow, suffocating wave. She knew.

But she didn’t say a word. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came. It was as if the air had been knocked out of her lungs, as if her mind was trying to grasp the horror of what stood in front of her but couldn’t quite catch up.

And then, like an omen, the distant sound of sirens broke the silence. Faint at first, but growing louder, closer. They were coming. For you.

The nurse’s eyes widened, panic finally creeping into her expression. You could see it—the fear, the dawning horror that spread across her face as the reality of the situation settled in. She had touched the blood. His blood. And now, she understood.

But she didn’t scream. She didn’t call for help. She just stood there, frozen in disbelief, her eyes locked onto yours, as though she were trying to reconcile the image of the "kind, strong" girl she had seen with the truth of what you had done.

You let your gaze linger on her, savoring the moment, the way her confidence crumbled under the weight of her realization. Her world was shattering in slow motion, and you… you were the cause.

With a soft, almost cruel smile, you turned away, your steps calm, measured, as if the sirens weren’t growing louder with every passing second. You could feel the nurse’s eyes on you, still too stunned to move, too overwhelmed to react. It was perfect. The fear, the silence, the power you held in that fleeting moment.

But you didn’t have time to relish it. The sirens were closing in, and you needed to disappear. Without a glance back, you slipped out the hospital doors and into the night, leaving the nurse—and everything she now knew—behind.

Without thinking, you bolted, pushing through the hallway doors as the wail of sirens grew louder, chasing you through the sterile corridors. Your heart pounded in your chest, every step echoing against the cold tile floors. You needed a way out, fast.

You ran deeper into the hospital, barely aware of your surroundings, just desperate to escape. Rounding a corner, you slammed into someone—a tall, thin man in a hospital uniform. His face was pale, almost sickly, and his hair was a wild mess, framing his hollow eyes. He looked like he had been here far too long. A mental patient.

"Watch it," you muttered, trying to shove past him. But he just stood there, unmoving, his gaze shifting from your face to the floor beneath you. It was as if he could see through you, into the blood-soaked secret you carried.

Without a second thought, you grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the nearest room—a laundry room, dimly lit and cluttered with piles of clothes. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered and buzzed, casting a sickly glow over everything.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you pulled out your knife and pressed it against his throat. The blade still had traces of blood on it, glistening under the light.

"Take off your clothes," you ordered, your voice cold and unflinching. You needed to blend in, to disappear before the sirens reached the hospital.

His breath hitched, but he didn’t resist. Slowly, almost too calmly, he began to undress, his movements methodical, his gaze never leaving yours. There was something in his eyes, amusement gleaming in them, as if he found the entire situation entertaining.

When he was down to his undergarments, he sat on the wet floor, folding his legs beneath him like a child. His stare never wavered. He watched you with a kind of fascination as you tore off your blood-soaked clothes, swapping them for his. The fabric was cold against your skin, damp from the humidity of the room. As you changed, you noticed the water on the floor—the blood from your clothes seeping into it, swirling like red ink in a puddle.

His eyes became crescent moons as he saw it too. His lips curled into a small, smile. "That’s not your blood, is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with delight, as though the truth excited him.

"No," you replied simply, pulling the patient uniform over your body. "It’s not."

The room fell into silence, save for the soft dripping of water and the distant hum of the hospital around you. You could feel his eyes on you, burning with curiosity, his mind racing to understand you, to piece together the kind of person you must be.

He looked down at the bloodied water, his grin widening. "You killed someone."

You shot him a cold glare, but he didn’t flinch. If anything, he seemed even more excited by your reaction.

"I like you," he murmured, his voice dark and playful, like a child discovering a new toy. "Take me with you."

"No." Your response was immediate, firm.

As you moved toward the door, his hand shot out, grabbing your ankle with surprising strength. His grip was tight, almost desperate. "Take me with you," he repeated, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous sort of determination.

Your eyes narrowed, your grip tightening on the knife. "No."

He stood up, quick and agile, pulling clothes from a nearby pile and dressing himself in them as though he had planned for this all along. "If you don’t take me," he said, his tone light, almost sing-song, "I’ll scream."

The threat hung in the air between you. You stared at him, your mind racing. He was unstable, that much was clear. But he wasn’t lying. He would scream, and the sirens were already too close. If he screamed, you’d be caught. You didn’t have a choice.

"You're insane," you muttered, your voice filled with frustration.

He grinned, a wild, manic grin that sent a shiver down your spine. "Maybe. But if you don’t take me, I’ll scream."

"Fine," you growled, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to his feet. You didn’t have time to argue. You had to get out, and now, he was coming with you whether you liked it or not.

You rushed to your car, the man—Hyunjin—you had asked in a hurry, following close behind, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Once inside, you sped off, leaving the hospital behind, the distant wail of sirens fading into the night.

The drive to your house was silent, tension filling the small space between you. Hyunjin sat next to you, his eyes flitting between the road and your hands on the steering wheel, a barely concealed excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

When you finally pulled up to your house, you led him inside. He followed closely, his eyes scanning the space—until they landed on the body.

Your ex, lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

Hyunjin let out a delighted whistle. "You’ve been busy."

You shot him a glare, you walked over to the body, nudging it with your foot. His head fell to the side when Hyunjin tried to touch his face and the blood fell on your shoes. You ran your foot over the dead man's shirt to wipe off the blood.

"He deserved it."

"I’m sure he did," Hyunjin said, his voice dripping with amusement. "And now what? We just… live with it?"

You glanced at him, your expression unreadable. "You’re not going to run?" you asked, curious.

He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Why would I? You’re interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Yes," he said, stepping closer to you. "You’re like me, you're fun." His eyes gleamed with that same unsettling light from before. "We could be good together, you know."

You stared at him for a long moment, weighing his words. He was dangerous, unpredictable. But then again, so were you.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have someone like him around.

...

The door slams behind you as you enter the apartment, your pulse racing with the thrill of what you’ve just done. There’s a certain satisfaction lingering on your lips, a wicked smile you can’t quite hide.

You step over to the mirror, admiring the streaks of blood on your cheek. Not yours, of course. Never yours. A laugh bubbles up from your chest as you lean closer to your reflection.

"Beautiful."

The voice startles you, and you turn to find Hyunjin lounging on the couch, his head tilted as he watches you, eyes glittering with something. He looks far too calm, for someone who just saw you walk in like this.

"Is that why you're still here?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Because I’m a monster?"

His lips curve up into a slow, smile, his eyes narrowing with amusement. "Because you’re the only one who makes me feel alive," he says, voice as smooth as velvet, dripping with sweetness.

"Isn’t that what you wanted? To save me?"

You walk toward him slowly, every step deliberate, predatory. "I didn’t save you, Hyunjin, you begged me to get you outta there."

Hyunjin’s fingers trace along the edge of the couch, his gaze unwavering. There’s a flicker of madness behind his calm exterior, one that mirrors your own. It’s what drew you to him in the first place. The way he teeters on the edge of insanity, always so close to falling, but never quite letting go.

"Maybe that’s why I like you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Because I want you to break me completely."

You laugh, the sound echoing through the room, cold and hollow. "You say that, but can you handle me, Hyunjin?"

He stands, slow, until he’s towering over you. His fingers brush your cheek, lingering over the blood like a lover’s touch. "Why do you think I’ve stayed?" His lips are close to your ear now, his breath hot against your skin. "I crave the chaos. I crave you."

You can feel the tension in the air between you two, the dangerous pull of your shared madness. There’s a sick beauty in it, the way you both destroy and rebuild each other, over and over again. No one else would understand it. No one else would survive it.

"You’ll fall apart," you warn, even as your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

His eyes meet yours, and for the first time tonight, you see it — the madness, the desperation. It’s consuming him, just like it’s consumed you.

"Then let me fall," he murmurs, his voice heavy with longing. "Let me fall into you, Y/N."

Your grip tightens, and for a moment, there’s silence. Complete and utter silence.

Then, Hyunjin smiles —while smearing that blood on your face a little more— that wicked, broken smile that matches yours so perfectly. You press your lips to his, hard and unforgiving, feeling his breath hitch as the weight of your shared insanity finally crashes down.

There’s no redemption here. Just sweet surrender.

Together.