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*1 am at the studio*

Jeongin: I feel like I forgot something

Chan: Your fucking homework? *holding up a list of missing assignments*

Jeongin: Nah I don’t think that’s it…🤔

*Changbin talking about something random to SeungIn*

Seungmin: Notice how no one fucking asked?

Changbin: You know you and Jeongin are getting a bit too comfortable with us hyungs lately, watch your mouths.

Seungmin: *Turning to I.N* Who the fuck does this guy think he is?!

Jeongin: FRRR like ain’t nobody under 5’6 talking to me like that

Changbin: The fuck??…If I’m not 5’6 what am I then?!

Jeongin: A garden gnome.

Nothings gonna hurt you, Baby

Yandere Yang Jeongin x fem reader

a/n: cheese IN will always be my favorite and this request brought back my obsession with him "the second one was have Jeongin as a psycho (or something similar) like he is insane for you?" crazy innie for the winnie (sorry LMAO) . i had a lot of fun writing this and taking a break from FFF so i hope you enjoy

Nothings gonna take you from my side.

✫彡wordcount: 2.2k

ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪ song recs: Nothings Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: yandere, nonidol, hurt&comfort, smut w/ plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited , jeongin beats someone up bad, threats(not to reader), one line that implies he murdered someone, you asked for psycho so i came thro, crying (sexy&not sexy kind), extremely possessive, unprotected(ruh-roh), overstim, pet/nick names(innie, jeong, baby &baby, darling, princess), squirting, hair pulling, forehead touches( the crowd goes wild🔥‼️)

tags: requested by @bangmechann ( you're so sweet 😭 you didn't give a lot of details so i hope it's up to your standard and hope you like <3)

SMUT&MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

"This wasn't the worst idea." You admit as you take another nugget from the container between the two of you. "Kinda nice." You turn and offer Jeongin a smile, and he returns it in earnest.

It was three a.m. on a Tuesday and you found yourself dragged out by your boyfriend to an adventure to get fast food because he couldn't sleep. At first, you complained, but you were starting to come around to it.

You had gotten your food and parked outside of a twenty four hour convenience store. He let you play your music on the radio, he always did. He opened the window per your request, he always did. He told you he loved you before he got out to grab you a drink and a bag of gummy bears to share. He always did. He kissed you passionately, like it was the last time he would see you. He always did.

He left you alone and hurried into the store. He hated the chilly weather, but he would never admit that to you. You loved it too much. And he loved you too much. He snatched up your favorite drink to share and a large bag of the snack, paying as quick as humanly possible.

The sight outside of the deserted store is one that makes fear grip his cold heart. Your car, parked at the edge of the parking lot, has a visitor. A man is reaching into your half-up window, trying to grab at the lock. You're crying as you try to scramble into the driver seat, to get away from him. When you scream, he knows fear for the first time in his life. "Jeongin!"

"Shut up," the man yells back, crossing the hood of the car and grabbing you from that window instead. He gets ahold of your loose sweater, pulling you closer even as you try to slip away.

He's frozen in his spot. His blood is both cold as ice and boiling in his veins. "Innie!"

He drops the plastic bag and is at the car in seconds flat. He's never moved so fast, but the way you're screaming has his entire being wrapped in fear and rage.

He grabs the man by his jacket and pulls him away. When did he become so strong? Is it adrenaline? Rage? He can't even question his sudden strength as he pushes the larger man to the cement ground.

"Jeong!" Your broken voice doesn't register in his mind as he straddles the man. He doesn't know what he's doing. He can only let his emotions take control as he beats on the man.

You open the car door with a trembling hand and slide out, falling to the ground as you watch the scene unfold. You use the car as leverage and hoist yourself up, simply staring: afraid to approach your unhinged boyfriend after the last time he was so pissed off; he had went and threatened someone with a bat. "Jeongin!"

His bloody fist finally stop, fingers wrapping around the man's collar and lifting up his limp body. "I should kill you. I should fucking kill you right here." The man splutters up blood as he tries to plead. "Fucking pathetic." He slams the man down into the ground. "That's my girlfriend, you piece of shit. I should gauge your eyes out for even looking at her! I should cut your filthy hands off!"

"Baby, stop!" He looks over his shoulder at you and you back off in an instant. You've only seen that look one other day. And that day ended with you helping dig a human sized hole in the forest.

"Are you okay, Darling?" His voice shakes, tight with anger. You nod, wiping away your stray tears with your sweater paw. "He didn't hurt you?" It doesn't matter if he did or if he didn't. He's going to regret even being in this parking lot tonight. You shake your head, quietly saying that you're okay.

He gives you a once over, your shaking form doesn't slip his attention before he turns back. "You scared her, you pathetic little shit!" He spits, grabbing the man's neck. "What were you going to do to her, huh?" The man mumbles something that can't reach your ears from your spot by the car, hugging yourself tightly. But whatever he says, it doesn't please Jeongin.

He lifts his fist again, and you turn away, hands over your ears. You lean your head against the cool metal and close your eyes as you cry as silently as you can manage.

He hates to see you cry because of anyone besides him.

You don't know how long you stay like that, but it's long enough for your breath to even out and for your eyes to dry. You jump when you hear him call out for you. You brace yourself on the back window and look over your shoulder. He's finally unmounted your would-be-attacker and sits back next to him leisurely, looking over at his bloodied face with a smirk pulling at his lips.

"C'mere, Baby." You're at his side in a second flat, crouching down and picking up his fist in your hands.

"Are you okay, Jeong?" You completely ignore the wheezing man next to you. You don't want to see his face ever again- even if it has been beaten to a pulp. You kneel next to him and revel in his warmth when he wraps his other arm around you.

"I'm okay, Darling. Don't you worry. Let me see you," he turns your head side to side to inspect for any signs of damage: only finding the emotional wreckage. "Don't cry cause of him, he can't hurt you. Look." You shake your head on his hold, pouting and trying to say you don't want to when he makes you. "Look, Baby."

The man's nose is bent out of place, lip busted and spilling blood. "As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine. No one gets to get away with scaring you." Jeongin turns his attention to the pervert next to the two of you.

"Don't you have something to say to her?" The man coughs out a few gumbled words, but it's not enough to please him. "Speak up, fucker."

"I'm- I'm sor-sorry." The bell above the door rings out loud enough to reach the three of you, and the cashier starts yelling, running back inside as she screams about calling the cops.

"Time to go, Darling."

—

You're crying again as the adrenaline fades away, cool wind whipping your stray hairs around your face. You don't know where you even are, you're so out of your head. So you don't register that Jeongin has pulled over on the side of the desolate street until he's tugging on your hoodie.

You're confused, mind fuzzy as you let him pull you into his lap and grabs the skirt of your night dress to pull you down. "Why'd we stop, Jeong? Wanna go home." He kisses you out of nowhere, holding you impossibly close.

He pulls away with a sigh and speaks slowly, looking up at you with glazed eyes. "My poor Princess." He whines as he holds your head to his, wiping your fresh tears with his thumbs. "That fuck really scared you, didn't he?" You sniffle as you nod, holding your hands over his.

"Was so scared, Innie."

He coos, kissing your forehead and whispering that you're okay now."Nobody can hurt you, Baby. I won't let them, I won't... not as long as you're with me. I'm not gonna let anything take you from my side. Yeah?"

"Yeah..."

"So stop crying. I've got you now." His words only make you cry harder. He's always there. He's always got you. He's gone to hell and back for you.

"Love you, Jeongin," you whisper into his chest as he cradles your head, rubbing the back of your head. "Love you so much. Thank you, thank you for saving me."

"I love you. I'll always save you. I'll do anything for you. Anything you want, and thing you need. It's yours, I'll make sure."

You lift up from his chest and prop your hands on either side of him. "Anything I want?"

"Yes, Baby, anything at all."

—

He gave you what you wanted the second you returned home, and you'd been wrapped up in the sheets for a good long while now. You asked him to make you forget everything, to make your mind blank. And by God, he did.

He made you stupid on his fingers. He made you cum four times before he even slipped inside you.

But now, he has you dumb on his cock. Laying back, one leg draped off the edge of the bed and the other wrapped around his hips, you're beginning to feel so much safer.

"My sweet girl," he groans, fingers tightening on your hips as he pulls your limp hips to meet his. "Oh, Darling, don't cry. It's okay."

"No- m'not, I'm not sad. You fuck me so good, Innie." You sing his praise as you force one of your hands up, sighing as it feels like it weighs a ton, and rest it on his shoulder gently. "I love you, love you. I want..."

"What, Darling?"He leans down and slows his thrusts, letting you gather your thoughts.

"I want you to keep me safe forever. Want you to be with you forever. Want you to fuck me forever. I love you, please don't stop!"

His heart swells as your words reach him, hungry thrusts returning quickly as he leans into your shoulder. "Oh, fuck. I love you, I will, I promise I will. Nothings gonna hurt you, Baby."

You bring up your other leg and lock it around him, keeping him as close as physically possible. The headboard is banging from the force of his erratic pace, undoubtedly damaging your walls- but neither of you have a single care in the world.

Even though you want more, your cunt is already weeping in overstimulation. You can still feel your clit buzzing from your previous orgasms and his unrelenting rhythm doesn't give you a change to recoup.

"Jeong!" You don't know what you're pleading for until he gives it to you. His big, warm, bruised hand grabs onto yours, squeezing tightly. It calms every worry in your frantic mind. It also makes the coil in your gut snap.

The squelching in the room increases ten-fold as your abused cunt squirts all over him. He looks down between you with his forehead on your chest, watching closely and holding himself back from cumming on the spot as you grab his hair roughly.

"Fucking fuck, h-oh my God, Innie!" "That's it, Baby," he begins rolling his hips slowly, hitting the breaks on your pleasure but never fully stopping. He know you at least have to breath, and it doesn't seem like you are as you pull at his hair and mumble incoherently. "My fucking Darling, know just how to take it."

He rests his chin on your chest and looks up, smirking at all of the tears which fall and wet your face and neck. "I fuck you so good, don't I? I make you cum so hard, huh?"

He wraps both arms around your torso and holds you close to his chest, flipping the both of you over and making you scream as his cock hits you at a new angle. "Right, Princess?"

"Yes! Yes!" When you go to grind your hips on him, he holds his hand against the small of your back and keeps you still. "Baby, please, need more!"

"Say it." Your mind, foggy with a flood of endorphins, takes a few moments to puzzle together what he wants.

"Oh, Innie," you cup his face and kiss it all over, speaking between pecks, "you make me cum so fucking good. Nobody ever did it like you do. Only you. Only you."

He bites back a smirk and rolls his hips up to reward you before stopping abruptly. "Say you love me."

"Jeongin, p-please fuck me."

"Say you love me, Baby."

"I love you. Love you so much!" Another small roll followed by stillness. You slap his chest as you cry, hits padded by the large hoodie you'd yet to remove in your feral mentality. "Jeong..."

"Tell me you're mine."

"I'm all yours. I'm yours. Please..." This time, the movement of his hips grinding up into your g-spot deliciously doesn't stop. He dips his hands under the wet edge of your hoodie and slips it over your head, pulling your makes chest flush with his. He holds the back of your head and you cradle his cheeks as he connects your foreheads.

"My perfect Darling... nothings gonna take you away from me."

—

wrong idea right?!

jeongin x reader!! prof jeongin x prof reader!! word count: 5k

genre: fluff, humor and..

summary: it started with a misunderstanding rumor, then a mess happened to professor yang's life.

an: I mean.. our maknae on top was always foine but seeing his instagram posts rn?? i cant help but to.. guys please read this!! this was too fun!!ps. im really sorry for being inactive! im not foine at all but im trying to be foine!!

Jeongin spotted a mosquito on your cheek as you were passionately explaining something. Without thinking, he raised his hand and—

“Pak!” The sound of the slap reverberated through the room as Jeongin’s palm connected with your face.

He blinked at his hand, confused. “Huh, it got away…” he muttered under his breath, completely ignoring the fact that you were now staring at him, clutching your stinging cheek in utter disbelief.

A thick, suffocating silence fell over the classroom. Every student had frozen mid-action, eyes wide, mouths open, not daring to breathe. Even Professor Yang, who had been explaining a diagram at the front, stood there with his pointer mid-air, looking as if someone had just dropped a bomb in the middle of his lecture.

You opened your mouth, then closed it, trying to piece together what just happened. Finally, through gritted teeth, you managed to stammer, "Why… did you slap me, Professor Y-Yang?"

A wave of shocked whispers exploded across the classroom.

“Oh my god, did Professor Yang just slap Professor (Y/N)?!”

“No way! That’s gonna be on the news for sure!”

“Do you think they’re secretly dating?!”

One girl gasped dramatically. “Did he dump her in front of everyone? OMG, is this a public breakup?”

Meanwhile, Jeongin stood there, his brain completely short-circuited. He had messed up. Badly.

Before he could open his mouth to explain, Principal Lee suddenly appeared, yanking Jeongin by the arm. "Professor Yang, we need to have a word. Now."

"W-Wait, I can explain—" Jeongin sputtered, but Principal Lee wasn’t having any of it and practically dragged him out of the room.

And just like that, you were left standing there, cheek still throbbing, while the rumor mill went into overdrive.

Later that evening, determined to clear the air, you stormed over to Jeongin’s house.

“JEONGIN!” you bellowed, bursting through his front door without even knocking. “Where are you?!”

A muffled, panicked voice came from somewhere in the house. “I-I’m not here!”

“You idiot, I can hear you!”

You found him crouched behind the sofa, wide-eyed and frantically searching for an escape. The moment he saw you, pure panic flashed across his face. Without missing a beat, he bolted for the window.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!” you screamed, lunging at him. Grabbing him by the back of his shirt, you yanked him down before he could launch himself out the window like some kind of fugitive.

The next thing you knew, you were both on the floor, with you straddling him and furiously punching his chest. “HOW DARE YOU SLAP ME IN PUBLIC?!”

Jeongin held up his hands defensively. “There was a MOSQUITO on your face!” he yelped.

“A mosquito?! You expect me to believe that garbage?!”

“Yes! I swear! I saw it!” Jeongin insisted, trying to shield his head from your onslaught of punches. “I was trying to save you from getting bitten!”

You paused, fists mid-air, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “And do you know what everyone’s saying now?!” you demanded.

Jeongin gulped, shaking his head.

“They think you dumped me in public and that I’m OBSESSED with you!”

Jeongin winced. “W-Wait… What? Obsessed?! How did that even—"

Before he could finish, you grabbed him by the collar and shook him. “You RUINED my reputation!”

“I swear it was just a mosquito!” Jeongin whimpered.

Then, in a last-ditch effort to stop you, Jeongin did the most unexpected thing—he cupped your cheeks and kissed you, right there, on the lips.

The world came to a screeching halt.

Your fists dropped to your sides as your eyes widened. You blinked at him in shock, feeling your face heat up. Slowly, your hand came up to touch your lips. “O-Okay…” you stammered. “I-I believe you… about the mosquito, I guess.”

Jeongin let out a breath of relief, his face redder than a tomato. "Y-Yeah! That’s what I was trying to tell you!”

But then, reality hit you both at the same time.

You squinted at him. “Wait. What about the kiss? What was that?”

Jeongin’s mind went into overdrive. “Uh… uh… it was, um… to make you stop hitting me?”

“Oh,” you said softly, your voice suddenly tender. “Well, I’ll also accept your confession.”

“Wait, what?” Jeongin froze. “C-Confession?!”

You smiled sweetly, batting your eyelashes. “You like me, don’t you?”

Jeongin’s soul left his body. “EH?!”

“Well, it’s about time! I like you too!” you announced triumphantly. “What took you so long to admit it, huh? You were probably hiding it because we’ve been friends for years, right?”

Jeongin’s jaw dropped. “Uh, I—”

You giggled, covering your face in embarrassment. “Don’t be shy, Jeongin! You can be my boyfriend now!”

Jeongin was in full panic mode. He didn’t like you like that! He had just kissed you out of desperation, not romance!

But now, standing in front of you, with your eyes sparkling and a grin on your face, he realized he was in way too deep to back out.

Well, guess I’m in this mess now, he thought miserably.

--

You couldn’t contain your excitement as you skipped down the halls of the university the next day, practically glowing. “Jeongin and I are dating!” you had blurted out to your colleagues the moment you walked in, unable to hold back the giddiness.

Word spread like wildfire. By lunchtime, practically every professor and student knew about your newfound “relationship” with Jeongin, and you were basking in all the attention. It wasn’t long before everyone started congratulating you—your students, your fellow professors, even Principal Lee.

Meanwhile, Jeongin? He was suffering.

“Congratulations, Professor Yang!” Professor Kim grinned, clapping Jeongin on the back so hard it almost knocked the air out of him. “It’s about time someone tied you down!”

“T-Thanks,” Jeongin managed to say, his smile so stiff you’d think it was glued on. His brain was doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how to survive the day without letting his entire soul implode from embarrassment.

“Ohhh, Professor Yang, I had no idea you were such a romantic!” cooed Professor Park, winking as she passed by. “First the slap, then the kiss! Very bold of you!”

Jeongin’s smile faltered as he tried to laugh it off. “Y-Yeah, bold… that’s me…”

You popped up beside him, completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. “Jeongin! Can you believe it? Everyone’s so happy for us!”

Jeongin shot you a weak smile. “Yeah… ha… so happy.”

Principal Lee suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clapping Jeongin on the shoulder. “You sly dog! First you slap her in front of the whole class, and then this?! What a power move!”

Jeongin’s face was a shade of red not yet discovered by humans. “It’s not… I mean… well…”

You beamed at Principal Lee. “Right?! Isn’t he the sweetest? We’ve been neighbors for years, and I always knew there was something there!”

Jeongin felt his soul leave his body again as he gave Principal Lee yet another strained smile. “Yup… definitely… something…”

Principal Lee let out a hearty laugh. “You’ve made quite the impression, Professor Yang. Keep it up!”

As soon as the principal walked away, Jeongin turned to you, his face twisted in a mix of desperation and panic. “You… you told everyone?”

You nodded cheerfully. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I? This is the best thing that’s happened to me in ages!”

Jeongin wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. But before he could say anything, a group of students walked by, whispering loudly.

“Did you hear? Professor Yang kissed Professor (Y/N) after slapping her in front of the whole class!”

“Yeah, I heard! Talk about a whirlwind romance!”

“I bet they’ve been secretly dating for years!”

Jeongin clenched his fists, trying to maintain the fake smile plastered on his face. This was getting way out of hand. He hadn’t even processed what was happening himself, and now the whole university was acting like they’d been following his fake love life like it was the hottest new K-drama.

You, on the other hand, were in your element, waving at everyone and basking in the attention. “Come on, Jeongin!” you said, grabbing his arm and pulling him along. “Let’s go to lunch together. It’s our first official lunch date as a couple!”

Jeongin followed along helplessly, his heart sinking further with every passing second. “Lunch… date… great…”

As you both made your way to the cafeteria, you were all smiles and sunshine, happily chatting about how perfect everything was. Meanwhile, Jeongin stared blankly ahead, his mind going a million miles a minute.

How am I going to survive this? he thought miserably, his fake smile twitching as another professor gave him a teasing thumbs-up.

--

Jeongin stood at the front of the class, his usual calm, professional demeanor in place. He was explaining the day’s lesson on statistics, but something was off. One of the students kept shifting in their seat, glancing nervously between him and their textbook. Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, they raised their hand.

“Professor Yang…” the student began, their voice wavering slightly.

Jeongin paused, turning his attention to the student. “Yes? Do you have a question about the lesson?”

The student fidgeted. “Not exactly. It’s just… um… I really like Professor (Y/N). Like, a lot.”

Jeongin blinked, completely thrown off. The class fell into a hush, eyes wide, as they eagerly awaited his reaction. He felt his heart race, but somehow managed to keep his expression neutral.

Clearing his throat, Jeongin forced a smile. “Well… if you want a girlfriend like Professor (Y/N), you should focus on your studies. Get good grades, graduate, and maybe one day, someone just as amazing will come into your life.”

The student’s face flushed as the class erupted into giggles, and Jeongin awkwardly scratched the back of his head. This day can’t get any weirder, he thought to himself.

Later that afternoon, Jeongin found himself sitting across from you in the faculty cafeteria, trying to shake off the awkwardness of that confession. You, as usual, were happily digging into your lunch, oblivious to the chaos he’d dealt with.

Just as Jeongin was about to take a bite of his sandwich, you suddenly said, “I think we should break up for a while.”

Jeongin froze mid-bite, his eyes widening as he looked at you in shock. “W-What?”

You sighed, setting down your fork. “It’s just that… I think our ‘relationship’ is causing more harm than good. A lot of my students are heartbroken, you know?”

Jeongin blinked, still not processing what you were saying. “Heartbroken?”

“Yeah,” you continued, shrugging casually. “They all have a crush on you. Some of them have even stopped coming to my classes. It’s kind of a problem.”

Jeongin was stunned, staring at you as if you’d just told him the sky was green. “Wait… you’re saying we should ‘break up’ because our students are heartbroken that we’re together?”

You nodded, completely serious. “Exactly. I’ll fix it, and once things settle down, we can get back together. Simple, right?”

For a moment, Jeongin didn’t know what to say. He just sat there, dumbfounded. But then, slowly, he felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. The absurdity of the situation was too much.

“Sure,” he said, trying to suppress the growing grin on his face. “I mean, yes. We should definitely, uh… fix our students first.”

You smiled back, completely missing the relief that was practically radiating off of Jeongin. “Great! Glad we’re on the same page.”

As you went back to eating your lunch, Jeongin sat there, still smiling to himself, feeling like he had just dodged the weirdest bullet of his life.

--

The news of your "breakup" spread faster than a wildfire during a heatwave. Within hours, whispers of your separation had reached every corner of the university. Students exchanged shocked glances, and staff members, who had once teased you both relentlessly, now approached with sympathetic smiles.

You sat in the faculty lounge, sipping on a cup of tea, when Professor Choi from the History department quietly slid into the seat next to you.

“I heard,” she said softly, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry to hear about you and Jeongin. Breakups are never easy, especially when you still have to see each other every day.”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Yeah… it’s been rough," you muttered, trying to look appropriately heartbroken.

Meanwhile, Jeongin was getting his own dose of sympathy. He sat at his desk, furiously typing up notes, when Principal Lee casually strolled over and leaned against the doorway.

“Yang,” the principal said in a low, solemn voice, “I know it’s tough right now, but… if you need to take some time off to, you know, process everything, just say the word. We all understand.”

Jeongin looked up, his face blank. “Time off?”

Principal Lee nodded, crossing his arms. “After the breakup… it can’t be easy to work with someone you still have feelings for.”

Jeongin blinked, finally registering what was happening. Oh right, the breakup. They think I’m upset…

Realizing he had to play along, Jeongin sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah… it’s been hard.”

The principal clapped him on the shoulder. “Take care of yourself, Yang. Don’t hesitate to ask for support if you need it.”

As soon as Principal Lee left, Jeongin leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. This is getting ridiculous, he thought, but couldn’t help smiling. The sympathy and comfort he was receiving was nice, though it felt incredibly unnecessary.

During lunch, the two of you crossed paths in the hallway. You caught each other’s eye, and despite everything, Jeongin had to stifle a laugh. You both knew how ridiculous the situation had become, but there was no turning back now.

“Got a lot of support?” you asked with a grin.

Jeongin nodded, smirking. “More than I can handle. They think I’m a broken man.”

You laughed. “And yet here you are, looking completely unbothered.”

Jeongin shrugged, unable to hide the mischievous twinkle in his eye. “What can I say? I’m handling it really well.”

--

By the end of the week, the whole campus was buzzing with the “tragic” news of your breakup. You couldn’t walk down the hallway without someone giving you a sympathetic look or a pat on the shoulder, and Jeongin… well, he was practically swimming in support from all directions.

On Friday morning, as you arrived at your desk, you found a small gift bag with a note attached.

Stay strong, Professor (Y/N)! Heartbreak is tough, but you’re tougher! - Faculty Support Team

You shook your head, trying not to burst into laughter. Jeongin had just walked in, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with anyone for fear of being bombarded with more sympathetic words. But as fate would have it, Professor Lee from the Economics department appeared out of nowhere, placing a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder.

“Yang,” Professor Lee said in a voice heavy with emotion. “I just want to say… we’re all really proud of how strong you’ve been. You’ve handled this breakup with so much grace. It’s truly inspiring.”

Jeongin blinked, forcing a tight-lipped smile. “Uh… thanks?”

“If you ever want to talk about it,” Professor Lee continued, “my door is always open. Sometimes, it helps to let it all out.”

Jeongin could barely suppress an eye roll but managed to keep his expression neutral. “I appreciate that.”

As soon as Professor Lee left, Jeongin plopped down in the chair next to yours, groaning. “I can’t take much more of this. It’s like everyone thinks I’m seconds away from a meltdown.”

You snorted. “They’re just being considerate. You are going through a ‘devastating’ breakup, remember?”

Jeongin sighed dramatically. “Yeah, but do they have to constantly remind me? I’ve been offered counseling, time off, and even baked goods—like, six times this week.”

You grinned. “That sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.”

Jeongin shot you a playful glare. “Easy for you to say. You’re over here getting gift bags.”

The two of you shared a laugh, and for a moment, the whole ridiculous situation didn’t seem so bad. But then, as if the universe had a personal vendetta against Jeongin, Principal Lee strolled into the lounge, spotting you both at once.

“Ah, Professors!” Principal Lee said, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “It’s good to see you two… managing things so well.”

Jeongin internally groaned. Here we go again.

“I just wanted to say,” Principal Lee continued, his tone taking on a deep, meaningful note, “you’ve both handled this transition with such professionalism and maturity. I’m proud of how you’ve put your students first during this difficult time.”

You and Jeongin exchanged a glance, you gave a solemn nod. “Thank you, sir. We’re just trying to focus on what’s best for everyone.”

Principal Lee gave a final nod of approval before walking away, leaving the two of you.

Jeongin sighed deeply. “Professionalism. Maturity.”

You giggled. “Hey, at least no one’s asking if we’re getting back together yet.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes with a smile. “Give them time.”

--

After the news of your "breakup" spread, the campus vibe completely shifted. Students who once looked heartbroken at the sight of you and Jeongin together were now noticeably more cheerful. Some even started paying extra attention during Jeongin’s lectures, no longer distracted by their imaginary heartbreaks. The campus seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.

In particular, a few students had grown oddly enthusiastic about your newfound "single" status.

One day, during lunch break, you left the faculty room to grab a coffee.

Across the room, Jeongin was pretending to focus on his papers, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw an entire thing unfold. A tall student, clearly nervous but determined, had crept into the faculty room, glanced around cautiously, and then swiftly placed the milk on your desk before practically running out.

Jeongin raised an eyebrow. What the…?

As soon as the student was out of sight, curiosity got the better of him. He glanced around the room to make sure no one else was watching, then stood up and made his way over to your desk. He leaned down, inspecting the little pink carton like it was evidence in a crime scene.

Strawberry milk? Really?

Jeongin shook his head, slightly amused. He knew exactly what was happening—some student had a crush on you, and now that the breakup rumors were out there, they were shooting their shot.

Jeongin leaned against your desk, arms crossed, staring at the milk with an expression that could only be described as a mix of disbelief and mild irritation.

First they’re heartbroken, and now they’re trying to make a move? he thought, a small smirk playing on his lips. He wasn’t sure if he should be amused or… annoyed.

Just then, you walked back into the room, catching sight of Jeongin standing near your desk with a carton of strawberry milk in his hand.

“Uh… what are you doing?” you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

Jeongin looked up, trying to act nonchalant as he pointed to the milk. “You’ve got an admirer, it seems.”

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

He handed you the milk, still smirking. “Found this on your desk. Some student dropped it off, probably hoping to win your heart with sweet drinks.”

You stared at the carton, then back at Jeongin, trying to process what he was saying. “A student… gave me strawberry milk?”

Jeongin nodded, leaning in slightly. “And not just any student. That tall one from your class—the one who always sits in the back and pretends he’s not staring at you the whole time.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Well, at least it’s not another breakup sympathy gift.”

Jeongin chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yeah, but now you’ve got students lining up to be your rebound.”

You playfully swatted his arm. “Oh, shut up.”

But as you sat down, opening the milk and taking a sip, Jeongin couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions. He didn’t like you romantically—that much he knew. But seeing other people making moves on you… it felt odd. Not bad exactly, just… odd.

Still, he shrugged it off, returning to his desk with a final glance at you sipping the strawberry milk.

Well, at least she seems to be enjoying it, he thought, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle.

Over the next few days, you noticed more of those small gestures—the occasional extra pen left on your desk, little notes with doodles, and once, someone even left a small bouquet of sunflower. The attention from your students, though sweet, was starting to get a bit overwhelming. Meanwhile, Jeongin was secretly keeping track of every “gift” like a personal tally, finding it both amusing and somewhat annoying.

But today, Jeongin found himself in a particularly bad mood. He wouldn’t admit it, but every time he saw one of your students sneaking something onto your desk, it grated at him more than usual. And the last straw came when you received yet another carton of strawberry milk.

This time, Jeongin was teaching in the adjacent classroom when he noticed the same tall student from before standing outside the faculty room, peeking in to make sure no one saw him. The moment the coast was clear, the student dashed inside and left another carton on your desk, sneaking away as fast as he came.

Jeongin frowned. Again with the strawberry milk? Is this guy serious?

Later, as you entered the room after class, Jeongin was already standing there, staring at the carton as if it had personally offended him.

“Uh… are you collecting these now?” you teased, walking toward your desk.

Jeongin held up the milk with a bemused expression. “Don’t you think it’s weird that this guy keeps giving you strawberry milk? I mean, come on, he’s got no creativity.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re jealous of a carton of milk now?”

Jeongin blinked. “W-What? No! I just think it’s… repetitive,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

You laughed and took the milk from his hand, giving him a light-hearted smile. “I think it’s kind of sweet. You know, harmless.”

Jeongin snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Sweet, huh? Well, maybe he should try actually talking to you instead of leaving mystery drinks on your desk.”

You were about to respond when suddenly, the tall student walked past the door, clearly not expecting to see Jeongin still standing there. He froze, eyes wide as he saw Jeongin holding the milk, his face turning beet red.

“Oh—uh, hi, Professor Yang!” the student stammered, nervously fidgeting.

Jeongin’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his smile remained in place—though it definitely didn’t reach his eyes. “Ah, it’s you again. What’s this, another gift for Professor (Y/N)? You know, if you want a girlfriend like her, you should focus on your studies first. Maybe graduate, too, before you start handing out milk.”

The student’s face turned even redder, and he gave a quick nod before practically running away.

You gave Jeongin a look. “Did you just… scare him off?”

Jeongin shrugged, feigning innocence. “I’m just encouraging academic focus. That’s my job.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, laughing softly as you sat down. “You’re impossible.”

--

One afternoon, as you stood outside the faculty room, you were approached by the father of one of your students. He looked a little troubled, so you smiled warmly and asked how you could help.

"Ah, Professor (Y/N), I just wanted to talk to you about my son's performance in class," the father started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "He's been struggling lately, and I think it's because of some issues at home…"

You listened attentively, nodding as he explained the situation. Unbeknownst to you, Jeongin had just come out of his own classroom and saw you in conversation with the man. Out of habit, Jeongin walked over, stopping beside you. He crossed his arms and subtly observed the situation, his expression calm but his gaze sharp.

The conversation with the student's father went on for a few minutes, mostly focused on academics. But then, out of nowhere, the man smiled a little too warmly and said, "You know, Professor (Y/N), I really appreciate how much you care about the students. Maybe I could get your number so I can reach you if there’s anything else about my son I need to discuss?"

Before you could respond, Jeongin stepped forward. “Actually, I’m Professor Yang, her colleague,” he interjected smoothly, a polite but firm smile on his face. “You can contact me directly if there’s anything you need to discuss about your son’s progress. I’ll make sure the message reaches Professor (Y/N).”

The father looked a little taken aback by Jeongin’s sudden presence but nodded slowly, glancing between the two of you. “Oh, I see. Well, thank you, Professor Yang.” He accepted the number Jeongin offered, then awkwardly excused himself.

Once he was gone, you turned to Jeongin, your arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I did.”

You chuckled, nudging him lightly. “What, were you jealous of a parent now? I mean, come on, he was just asking for my number.”

Jeongin’s jaw clenched slightly, and you could see the faintest flush on his cheeks. “Jealous? No. I’m just being cautious. That guy… something felt off.”

You chuckled, giving him a light nudge. “Sure, sure. You’re totally not jealous.”

Jeongin stayed silent for a moment before turning to face you fully. His expression was serious now, his usual playfulness gone. “Look, I’m kind of tired of this… seeing things like that happening.”

You blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

Jeongin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before blurting out, “You should just get back together with me already.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, completely caught off guard. “Wait, what?”

He looked at you, dead serious now. “Yeah. I’m tired of pretending. All this break-up stuff and guys sneaking around leaving you milk—it’s driving me crazy. So, let’s just stop playing games and get back together.”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to process his sudden confession. Then, a teasing grin spread across your face. “Wow, Jeongin… I didn’t know you were this in love with me. You’re really losing it, huh?”

Jeongin rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re impossible.”

You laughed and leaned in closer. “Alright, fine. We’ll get back together… but,” you paused for effect, “let’s keep it a secret relationship. You know, for the thrill of it.”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused by the suggestion. “No.”

You blinked. “No? Why not?”

He crossed his arms, standing firm. “If we’re getting back together, I’m letting everyone know. I’m not hiding it.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, feeling a mix of surprise and excitement. You raised an eyebrow. “Wow… you’re really serious.”

Jeongin nodded, his gaze steady. “Yeah. I am.”

News spread like wildfire—no, like how Lightning McQueen drives! In no time, whispers of “Professor Yang and (Y/N) are back together!” buzzed through the halls.

And this time, Jeongin wasn’t just accepting congratulations; he was practically beaming! With a newfound confidence, he grinned as faculty members and students approached him, slapping him on the back and congratulating him on “landing the best professor in the university.”

“You’re a lucky guy, Professor!” one student chirped during class, his eyes wide with admiration. “I hope I can get a girlfriend like her someday!”

Jeongin smirked, leaning back in his chair. “If you want someone like me, you better ace my quizzes!” He paused, his smile growing mischievous. “Alright, everyone, grab a piece of paper! Surprise quiz time!”

Later, while you were teaching your class, a girl shyly raised her hand. “What’s it like being Jeongin’s girlfriend?!” She squealed, and the rest of the class leaned in, practically vibrating with excitement.

You couldn’t help but laugh, loving the attention. “Well, let me tell you, it’s like having a baby dinosaur in your life!” You grinned as they squealed, hanging on your every word. “He’s really sweet, but also super clumsy. When we were kids, he once tripped over his shoelaces while trying to impress me with a magic trick. Spoiler: the magic trick failed, but it was pretty funny.”

The students were wide-eyed, hanging on to your every word, as you shared more stories about Jeongin and his antics growing up. Laughter filled the room as you recounted tales of his childhood mishaps, and you could see how much they adored the idea of their professors being so relatable and real.

"Now can someone answer my question, just like his magic trick.. why rubbing a plastic pen through your hair now pick up little bits of paper in science?" you smirked

After all the chaos of rumors, misunderstandings, and awkward moments, it felt good to share those light-hearted memories with them. You glanced over at Jeongin, who was peeking into your classroom with a playful grin, and your heart swelled with happiness.

As the day wound down, you couldn’t help but think: After all the mess and everything, life is good. You had your friends, your job, and most importantly, you had Jeongin—your partner in crime and your forever accomplice in laughter.

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an: thank you for reading. a heart, reblog, and comment is very much appreciated

(randomly mentioning some jeongin stans. thankyou)

masterlist

DAY 20 — NOONA

PAIRING: jeongin x fem!reader

GENRE: smut, oral (male) receiving, age gap, praising, cum eating. nicknames (pretty boy, baby boy), masturbation.

WARNINGS: smut, +18

“please noona” jeongin begged. the poor little boy was sitting on a chair with his legs open exposing his big hard cock.

it was common for you to find that jeongin was horny almost all the time, i mean, he couldn’t stop looking how pretty your ass looked under that pretty skirt and how your tits bounced as you walked.

always saying “you look very pretty today, noona” or “i like the color of that skirt, noona”. you had a thing for younger guys, they had something that you couldn’t find in older men. and when you met Jeongin, well, he was perfect.

everytime the word “noona” scape from his lips made you fell butterflies on your stomach. he just turned you on so much.

“you like how noona is making you feel?” you said giving small little circles on the top of his dick.

“yes” he moaned. “more noona, please”

“anything for you, pretty boy” you said.

you took his length on your hands, making slow movements from his tip to the bottom of his dick. pre-cum leaking out his cock, making the sensation even much better. after a few more strokes you started giving kitten licks to his dick. watching him trough your lashes with doe eyes just to see his pretty face lost in pleasure.

“it feels so good noona” he gasped. “your mouth feels so good”

“i know baby boy, look at me okay? look how good i can make you feel.”

you slowly took his cock into your mouth, tasting the salty taste of the pre-cum left over from his tip. you started slow, reaching the middle of his cock as you made eye contact with him. You massaged his balls while leaving small kisses all over his cock. you introduced his entire cock into your mouth, moving up and down with the help of your hand to stimulate his entire length. you could hear his little whimpers of pleasure as your name breathlessly escaped from his mouth.

he looked so hot.

you couldn't help but start touching yourself, running your fingers slowly up your slit collecting your juices and stimulating your clit. pinching it softly while you teased yourself with your own fingers. you inserted one finger, going slowly seeking for your own pleasure while Jeongin started to move his hips to put his dick deeper in your throat.

you gagged at his move, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat had you rolling your eyes. you inserted another finger in your soaking pussy, this time moving them faster.

“jeongin” you said leaving his dick. “do that again, choke me with your cock, please, please” you begged.

“noona I—I don’t want to hurt you” he said with a worried voice.

“just do it! or you won’t have my pretty pussy around your fucking cock in a long time”

“okay” he said.

you inserted his dick on your mouth again, this time with jeongin making hard and fast trusts down your throat. the feeling of choking with his cock was just so hot, your fingers moving fastly against you clit searching for your own relief.

the sound of you choking and the feeling of his dick hitting over and over again your throat was making Jeongin just about to cum.

“Noona… i’m gonna cum” he said.

and with a few more trusts you felt the warm salty liquid feeling entirely your mouth. watching jeongin’s face while he had an orgasm was amazing. you swallowed his cum while your own fingers had you cumming on your panties.

“that was amazing noona” he said breathing heavy.

“now i want you to fuck me” you demanded.

“as noona say” he said with a smirk.

Second chance to love — Yang Jeongin

sypnosis. falling in love with your ex-boyfriend is not something that people usually do. Yang Jeongin was your first love, a sweet boy that you met on high school, on your senior year. Your relationship with him was almost perfect, until he entered JYP company to became a trainee. The time wasn't enough, it was hard to see each other, and finally your relationship with him came to an end. But was it really the end? Or would both of you could finally make it?

genre. fluff, exes to friends to lovers, idol au, both are trainees under JYP, here both ITZY and SKZ are in their trainee era, SKZ debut first, ITZY’s debut don’t appear on the story.

wordcount. super long (sorry)

warnings. cursing, lots of time skips, kissing, not a make up session but almost (they got caught by hyunjin), maybe everything happens very fast.

Following your dreams and finding love at the same time was something that Yang Jeongin, at a very young age, found very complicated.

Since he was a kid, he knew that his dream was to become a performer, a singer. He dreamed about being on stage dancing and singing with all he had. Jeongin had his plan to become an idol very clear, finishing school with good grades and then making an audition to reach his dreams..

Or at least that was his plan until you came into his life.

You were a pretty young girl that caught Jeongin's attention the moment you entered his class. Pretty eyes, black hair, and that beautifull smile Jeongin loved so much. You started talking to him because your teacher made you sit exactly next to him, everyone was sitting in pairs and that was the only space left. Jeongin through your eyes was a very beautiful boy that had an extremely funny and cute personality. Hi foxy eyes that had an special sparkle every time he looked at you and that smile with braces that made him look ten times more adorable tan he was.

You got along with him pretty good, always working together on the assignments and helping each other when it was needed. He felt for you first, clearly. His heart beating faster every single day he saw you entering the class, the way his body felt when you gave him a hug, or maybe how your smile made his day happier.

Of course you also fell in love with Jeongin, it was almost impossible not to. He was always checking on you, offering you his help with the homework or sharing his food with you. You started noticing his feelings due to he was always watching you in class, sometimes he even put his elbow closer to yours to make some type of contact between you two. He was very bad at hiding it, but you didn't mind to show it. So one day, you decided that it was time to tell the boy about how you felt about him, and so you did.

Jeongin and you dated for a few months, everything was perfect, or that was what you thought.

Jeongin had a very hard and busy life. He had tell you about his dream of becoming an idol, and of course that you decided to support him on everything you could. Jeongin passed the audition to become a trainee under JYP entertainment, and that took all the time he had left.

You knew that you wouldn’t be allowed to see him that much, and that was something Jeongin didn’t like. With all the pain on his heart, one day he told you to see him on the park, and that was the day that you broke up.

—Is not that i don’t love you any more— he said. —I don’t want to make you wait for me, i love you, but i really want this, and i wish i had more time to go out with you, but i don’t. I don’t want to lose you, i want to be with you for the rest of my life, but i don’t have enough time—

—It’s okay— you said with tears in your eyes. —I understand, and i really want you to complete this dream of yours. I love you too Jeongin, you are my first and only love. I’ll be watching for you, and i’ll be your number 1 fan when you make your debut— you giggled.

—Thanks for everything y/n, i really appreciate that you understand. But still, i’ll be wattinng for you always, and if life gives me the chance, i promise i will make you fall in love with me again if it’s necessary.— he said, making you smile.

—Good luck, Jeongin. I hope i can see you later—you hugged him.

And that was the last time that you saw your one true love.

—fuck! i’m going late!— you exclaimed.

it was actually really funny how you ended up in this situation that you never imagined you would be. everything started when you were on the supermarket two weeks ago, with both of your airpods plugged in your ears while “I can’t stop me” from twice was playing. you were singing quietly (or that’s what you thought) and doing some moves of the choreo while you were searching for meat to eat at dinner.

when suddenly, a young woman around 34 years old tapped your back calling your attention. she said that she has being hearing you sing all this time and that you had a very powerful voice.

—is this a joke?— you said to her.

she told you that she work on an idol company and that they would had auditions soon. the woman gave you a piece of paper with the location, date, and hour of the audition, and that’s when you realized that it wasn’t a joke.

“JYP ENTERTAINMENT” why was the name so familiar to you?

and today was finally the day. you had prepared yourself for the past weeks to this moment. the song you decided to perform on the audition was “I can’t stop me” the same song that the woman heard you sing. that was the song that called her attention, so maybe it would also call the attention of the judges. actually, you didn’t know why you were putting this much effort in something like this. you never thought of becoming an idol or being a trainee, but maybe it would be fun, so… why not?

the building was very big, glass doors and poster of groups like twice, wonder girls and 2PM decorating all the inside of the building, it was amazing. there was around 20 boys and girls making the line that you supposed that it was to make the audition, all of them warming up their voices or dancing softly trying to remember every single step.

—hello!— said a girl.

—hi!— you replied with a smile. —my name is yuna, what’s yours?—

—i’m y/n, nice to meet you— you said. —nice to meet you too. what category are you auditioning for?— she asked. —singing—

—wow, that’s cool, i’m doing dancing. my dream is to be an idol and i think today would bring a great opportunity for me— yuna said. —i hope that you pass the audition, you look very confident, yuna— you replied.

—thanks y/n, i hope that you pass the audition too—

time passed and the line became shorter every single time, girls coming in with a smile and coming out crying, boys with sad faces, and people that could make it. yuna had left you a few minutes before, but she never came back. you were nervous as fuck. it was almost you time, and you were starting to panic.

—come in please— a woman told you.

you entered the room, a white room with a microphone on the center and three people sitting one a desk in front of you.

—choi y/n?— a man asked. —yes sir, hello— you said doing a reverence.

—my name is Park Jinyoung, this is Kang Minjin and this is Seo Jaerin, and we will be de judges today. okay?— he said. —yes—

—perfect! so now, you can start—

you took the microphone on your hands, and with that, the music began to sound. you sang with all you had, feeling the rhythm of the music and doing every note perfect. you saw park jinyoung face while you were singing, jaw open almost hitting the floor. that’s a good sign, you thought.

—you did it amazing— he said when the song ended. —you have an amazing and powerful voice that we will appreciate a lot. welcome to JYP entertainment, y/n—

—oh my god, thank you so much— you replied with a big smile on your face. —go and sit with the other girls that are on the next room, i’ll be with you on a second.—

—yes sir, and thank you again— you bowed.

you walked to the other room, seeing yuna sitting on a couch with other five girls around her.

—y/n!— she exclaimed. —you did it! i’m so happy for you—

—i’m so happy for you too, yuna. i knew that you would pass the audition— you replied.

—let me introduce you our new friends… this is yeji, this is ryujin, here is chaeryeong, and this is lia—

—nice to meet you all— you said with a smile.

—i’m glad we are all going to be friends— yeji said.

—yeah, me too— chae expressed. —i was scared that you girls would be rude or something like that—

—of course not. i knew that we would all be pretty and kind— lia said.

—i like this group— ryujin said smiling.

—i like it too— you said.

—hello again, girls— park jinyoung said entering the room once again. —i hope that you already had time to meet each other. but well, let’s start! all of you had been selected thanks to your incredible abilities in the categories of dancing, singing, and rapping. the six of you would form a group called ITZY, and your trainee period would started tomorrow. for now, i would have another group of trainees that would show you the building. tomorrow, all of you would have a room assigned and your dancing classes would start at 8:00 am. and now, i would leave you with our oldest group of trainees, stray kids.—

just after he said that a group of eight boys came through the door. all of them were wearing black clothes and they all had a smile on their faces.

they boys formed on line, allowing you and you friends to looked at heir faces. and…

oh for the love of god.

your eyes got wide open, jaw almost hitting the floor, and a gesture of surprise on your face. you couldn’t believe it. you were seeing Jeongin, the Jeongin that you broke up with three years ago. except that this time he was taller and his features were a little different.

—hi girls! my name is Bang Chan and i’m the leader of the group— he said with a smile. —This are Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmim, and this is our maknae Je-

—Jeongin…— you said finishing his sentence.

his name escaped from your lips, the smile the boy had disappeared and a expression of surprise and confusion invaded his face. he took a second to analyze if it was really you, the girl he had love so much in the past. he saw your face, your eyes that he loved so much, it was really you.

—Uhmm, excuse me, i have to go to the bathroom!— Jeongin said quickly while leaving the room.

—do you know him?— chaeryeong whispered in your ear.

—i will tell you later— you answered.

—Excuse him, but any ways, we’re going to show you the building— chan said.

yeji, ryujin, chaeryeong, lia, yuna, and you followed the 8 boys through all the building. it was vey big, it had a lot of rooms that they said were to practice dance, some of them were con singing, and they were also “classes” for the foreigners trainees to study korean.

jeongin never came back, you wonder why. you haven’t see him in a long time, of course you were over him already, but watching him again made you feel some kind of nostalgic feeling.

the next day you arrived half and hour early to the JYP building, you wanted to have some time to prepare yourself before the practices started, so you did.

you were walking in the hallway when suddenly someone bumped into you.

—oh, i’m so sorry! are you okay?— you asked.

—Yeah, yeah, i’m fi- y/n?— oh, it was jeongin.

—jeongin?—

—yes, uhmm i’m sorry, i wasn’t looking were i was going— he said awkwardly.

—it’s okay—

actually, all this situation is awkward.

—and… how have you been?— you said.

—really good actually, you? i never imagine seeing you here— jeongin answered.

—pretty good— you smiled. —i never thought of myself being here either—

—well, if you are here is for a reason. why do you audition for?—

—i did singing—

—oh wow, i did singing to get here too—

—ahh yes, yes—

the atmosphere was awkward, both of you just staring at each other without saying something. jeongin’s eyes looking directly at yours, and that familiar feeling that you felt long time ago coming one again into your body.

—i have to go practice so…—Jeongin said with putting his hands in the back of his neck.

—oh yeah, me too— you told him.

—see you around, y/n—

—bye jeongin—

you turned your back and started walking on the hall again, jeongin watching you from behind. he shake his head, what was he thinking? he was going to keep walking when suddenly Minho and Hyunjin appear in front of him.

—If you were trying to flirt with her, you have to try better— hyunjin joked.

—shut up— jeongin said.

—how didn’t you notice hyunjin?— minho asked the other boy. —that’s y/n, the girl that jeongin wouldn’t stop talking when we meet him—

—holy crap, are you trying to flirt with your ex-girlfriend?—

—okey stop, we have to go to practice or Bang Chan hyung is going to kill us— jeongin said in annoyance.

—whatever— minho answer.

of course that jeongin was over you too, but seeing your pretty face again made him question all his feelings.

this is stupid, he thought.

seeing his ex-girlfriend from three years ago and re-thinking if he was really over you was stupid, but the way his heart beat faster the second you looked at him was making him insane.

jeongin walked with his other team member to the practice room, watching how the others were memorizing the new dance moves that they learned yesterday.

—guys, guess what! jeongin was talking to y/n on the hall a few minutes ago!— hyunjin exclaimed loudly.

—hyunjin!? why are you so–

—y/n? the girl that we met yesterday?—changbin asked.

—the one that had pretty eyes— felix said.

—You saw her for 2 minutes and now you are in love with her?— han joked.

—god, save me— jeongin said quietly.

—guys, guys— chan started talking. —y/n is jeongin’s ex-girlfriend, he used to tell us about her all the time, remember? now stop bordering out poor maknae—

—ohh so that’s y/n— seungin commented. —she looks like a nice girl—

—she is— the younger affirmed. —or she was, i don’t know, i haven’t talk to her in a while…—

—let’s talk about this later and start practicing, okay?— chan said.

—yes— they all responded.

on your side, everything was going perfectly. practice had started a while ago and know you were on a break.

—i’m so tired!— lia said sitting on the floor.

—i knew that this was going to be har, but not that hard— yuna said.

—my legs hurt—

—mines too—

—let’s do something fun to know each other better— chae suggested, sitting in the floor. —yesterday, when the boys were showing us the building, y/n recognized one of them—

—oh yeah, i remember— yeji said.

—who was him y/n?— ryujin asked.

—oh girls— you said resting in the floor. —his name is Yang Jeongin, and he was más first and only love—

—awww really?—

—that is so cute—

—yeah, we broke up three years ago because he wanted to chase his dream of becoming an idol, but i didn’t have in mind that i would become one too— you explained.

—and how has being seeing him again after three years?— yuna asked.

—well, i don’t know. he has changed a lot, he got a lot taller, and he is more…—

—handsome?— yeji suggested.

—okey, i think is time to go back to practice— you said standing up.

—but i want to hear the story!— chae protested.

—uh-uh, time to dance!—

next day after practice, you went to the cafeteria to eat lunch. you decided to buy the half of sandwich and a bottle bottle of water. the sandwich was actually really good, even though you could not eat it constantly due to your diet, one time would not affect that much.

you were eating peacefully when suddenly someone sat next to you. it was jeongin.

—hi y/n— he said with a little smile.

—hey jeongin, how are you?— you answered softly.

—i brought you this— the boy said giving you two slices of pizza.

—thank you innie, but i can’t eat them. i’m on diet you know— you told him with lame.

—you haven’t call me innie in a long time…— he said giggling.

you only called jeongin “innie” when he was your boyfriend. it was a cute nickname that you decide to put him, and since then, you only called him that.

—i only called you that when, you know…— you said.

—when what?—he asked with a smirk. —when i was you boyfriend— he said getting closer to you.

this jeongin was very different that the one that you met days ago, the jeongin who literally went running to the bathroom when he saw you.

—yes, that. when you were my boyfriend— you told him a little embarrassed.

—remember that day, when we had to broke up because i wanted to follow my dream?—

—mhm—

—i told him that if life gave me the opportunity, i would make you fall in love with me again—

—jeongin, that happen a lot tim—

—no, i made you a promise. and i’m going to keep it— he interrupted.

a message from the group chat of ITZY appeared on your phone, it was yeji saying that lunch time was over and that practice was going to begin in 5 minutes. thanks god, because you were about to go running from this situation.

—innie, i have to go, lunch time is over and yeji is calling us to go back— you said standing up from the table.

—take the pizza with you, i will eat the sandwich. don’t do hard diets, i don’t want you to feel bad, you look perfect like this— he said.

you felt butterflies on your stomach, the jeongin whom you fall in love with was making you feel this familiar sensation again.

—y-yeah, i’ll se you later jeongin— you took the slices of pizza and the water bottle and started walking away.

—see you later y/n. and remember! i will make you fall for me again no matter what!— he said loudly with a clear smile on his face.

you almost got out of the cafeteria running, this mixed feeling of joy and confusion hitting hard on your body. you started walking faster to the practice room, you had to tell the girls. you opened the door, seeing yeji stretching with chaeryeong and lia, and ryujin chasing yuna all over the room.

—oh. my. god girls, i have to tell y’all something!!— you said with excitement in your voice.

—what is it!?— yuna said and paused running.

—it’s about jeongin…—

—oh hell yes!!— chaeryeong exclaimed loudly.

—tell us y/n, what is it?— lia asked with curiosity.

—okey so, i’m gonna tell y’all the story from the beginning. so, when i was on my senior year i met jeongin at my school. he was the sweetest boy ever, i sat with him every single day, he was always helping me and we also did the assignments together. until one day i started noticing that he was behaving a little more… different, he was always trying to keep physical contact with me and he also keep looking at me always. until one day i heard one of our classmates, beomgyu, literally saying out loud that he liked me. after that i discovered that i also liked him, so i decided to confess. everything went great and we started dating, we were very happy, but he wanted to become a trainee here and he didn’t had a lot of time for me, so we decide that it was best for both of us to broke up… that day, he made me a promise, he said that if life put me on his path again, he would made me fall in love with him again. and here we are…

—awww that’s so cute— yeji said in awe.

—and what are you feeling no?— ryujin asked you.

—i don’t know girls… i loved jeongin on the past with all my heart, he was my first love. but, i haven’t see him in three years, three years.—

—do you think you could give him another opportunity?— lia said.

—y/n, literally since the day you saw him your face changed completely. your eyes sparkle every single time you see him.— chae told you.

—y/n and jeongin forever!– yuna screamed.

—shhh yuna!— you said laughing—should i give him another opportunity?— you asked them.

—if your heart tell you to give him another opportunity, then do it—

—you said that he was your first love, he will always have an especial part of your heart— lia said.

—just make sure pd-nim doesn’t notice it, remember we are not allowed to date here—

—oh shit, i almost forgot that— you said hitting your face with the palm of your hand. —should i tell him to see each other after practice ends?—

—yesss!— they answered.

the four girls sat behind your back, poking out their faces over your shoulders to read the conversation you were about to have with jeongin.

“Innie 💞” you read the name, after your broke up you never changed his name.

you entered the chat and started typing.

Innie 💞

–hey innie

-do you want to meet me out of the building after practice?

literally two seconds after you pressed the “send” button, he was typing his answer.

Innie 💞

-sure, of course! i was going to tell you but i’m glad you did first, does this mean my plan is working?

-hahaha, see you later! 🫶🏼

—i can’t believe i just did that— you told the girls.

—okey, y/n and jeongin going back mode, is activated— ryujin said.

—you will have to look stunning later, we will help you to get ready— said chaeryeong.

—aww thank you girlies—

—for now let’s keep practicing— the leader, yeji said. —when we finish, we can help y/n get ready for her date with jeongin—

—okey—

you and the girls keep practicing this new choreography that you had learned. the song name was “DALLA DALLA” and this was supposed to be the song for your debut. after four long hours of dancing and singing, the time to meet with jeongin had arrived. you took a shower and washed your face, you had sweat a lot due to dancing so you wanted to make sure that you smelled good. after you got out of the shower you dried your hair and straightened it a bit.

the other five girls were searching for your clothes, they choose a cargo pant with a pretty top and the shoes. chae and lia helped you to get your make up done, just putting some mascara, highlighter on the corner of your eyes, and blush while yeji and ryujin were doing your hair. meanwhile, yuna was searching for some perfume to put on.

—your hair is ready— yeji said proudly. her and ryujin had make a pretty braid that made your hair look amazing.

—is actually really good— ryujin said giving it the final touches.

—your make up is also done!— chae told you.

—you look gorgeous, y/n—

—thanks lia— you said with a smile. —thanks for helping me girls, you are all the best—

—no problem y/n, any time— the leader said.

—i find this perfume— yuna said with a small bottle on her hands. —it’s smells reeeeaaaally good—

—thanks yuna!—

when everything was ready, you thanked the girls once again and then got out of the building. it was around 6:30pm, and the weather was starting to get really, really cold. how could i forget my sweater? you thought to yourself. minutes later of waiting there, you saw jeongin figure coming out of the building. he had a grey and blue sweater and some jeans, his hair was messy and he was also wearing black glasses.

—sorry if i made you wait for too long— the boy apologized. —i had to make an excuse so bang chan hyung let me skip practice—

—you haven’t finish practice?— you asked him.

—we will be making our debut soon, so we have to practice harder.— jeongin explained.

—right, if you want we can meet another da-

—no! no, don’t worry. i can’t miss this— he answered with a smile. —do you want to walk?—

—sure— you replied.

—so… how have you been?—

—really good, actually. i’m still adapting to all of this you know, sometimes is hard to train all the time. i feel exhausted sometimes— you told him.

—yeah, i get it. it happened to me too, but you will adapt soon or later, is just matter of time—

—i hope so… but i also like being here, i met my teammates and they are amazing. they are like my new sisters, they are so sweet—

—in my case they are also like my brothers— he laughed. —they said i’m their baby bread, so they’re always bothering me—

—that’s cute— you laughed at the nickname.

—and what, do you have a new boyfriend?—he asked.

—damm, you have no filter Yang Jeongin. always going straight to the point—

—you know how i am. so…?—

—i don’t have a boyfriend, yang. i don’t have time for that—

—you haven’t been with anyone since, you know… we broke up?—

—noup, no one. how about you?—

—nah, before you came here i always expected you to send me a text or something—

—i didn’t because i really wanted you to be here, to make your dream true. and if you really wanted me to text you, why didn’t you text me neither?— you asked with curiosity.

—i was really shy at that moment, y/n. i couldn’t even hold your hand without getting all red— he giggled.

—i remember that— you said laughing. —every time i gave you a kiss you would get all shy and flustered—

—but i’ve grown up, and now i don’t get shy—

—really?— you said stopping walking.

—really. do you wanna try?—

he also stopped walking, looking deep into your eyes and then your lips. you got closer to him, faces inches from each other, lips almost touching. you saw how he closed his eyes, waiting to feel your lips against his, but in never happened.

—good luck next time, innie— you said in a whisper and continued walking.

—oh come on!— jeongin exclaimed.

—if you want to get back with me, you will have to try harder— you laughed.

—does this mean there is possibility for us getting back?—

—i never said that—

—i told you that i would make you fall in love with me again no matter what.— he said and you turned to look at him. —i never stopped loving you, y/n, you were my first love. and you have no idea of how hard it was for me to leave you. i don’t care how much time it takes, i’ll get back with you. and do you know how do i know it? because if you didn’t have the same intention, we wouldn’t be here right now—

you had to admit it, you never stopped loving jeongin. the way he made you fell all the time was a feeling that nobody else could make you feel. how his arms around your body made you feel save, how his eyes always looked at you with love and admiration.

you stand there for a few seconds, analyzing what he just said. you walked in front of him, he was still the pretty boy that you met in your senior year. the pretty boy whom you fall in love with all your heart, the boy that made you feel butterflies in your stomach every time he looked at you.

you took his face between your hands, finally getting closer and pressing your lips against his. the new sensation but the unforgettable feeling of his lips pressed against yours made you fell like heaven. his hands went to your waist, pulling you closer to his body, trying to feel every inch of you.

you were the one that broke the kiss, his eyes sparkling like stars, and a big smile present on his face.

—i never stopped loving you either— you whispered on his lips. —you don’t have to make me fall for you again, because my heart has been always your Yang Jeongin—

—you don’t have any idea of how long i’ve been waiting for this— he said smiling. —i promise that this time is going to be different, we practically live on the same building right now. and i swear that this time, nothing is going to make me leave you again—

his lips met yours one again, forming another kiss that was full of love and reliving sensations from the past. jeongin was your first love, how can you resist to him?

—it’s getting cold right now— he said with his hands still on your waist.

—i know, i’ve been freezing all this time— you confessed.

—why didn’t you tell me?— jeongin asked with a worried voice. —i could have give you my sweater—

—it’s okay innie, we should probably go back to the building—

—do you want to drink hot chocolate at the cafeteria? i know is your favorite, is it?—

—of course it is, i love it!—

—let’s go then—

You and Jeongin walked towards the building once again. hands touching occasionally until jeongin finally decided to take yours. It was like his hand was made perfectly to hold yours, his fingers intertwined with yours, making the situation even more adorable.

ITZY 🫀✨

—…and that’s what happen…

Chae 💘— OMGGG!!!

Yeji 🌷— i knew it!

Lía 💋— i was sure

that you guys were going to kiss

Ryujin 😍— yuna you owe me

5000 wons

Yuna 🩵— NOOO 😭😭

—do you guys made a bet? hahaha

Ryujin 😍— yep, and yuna just lost.

Yeji 🌷— btw girls, practice

is cancelled today. rest well!

you locked your phone, thanks god practice got cancelled today. today the weather was very cold, but you decided to get up from bed and go to the JYP building. even tho you didn’t had practice, you wanted to see Jeongin.

you took a shower and changed into a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. the building was near your dorm, so it was actually very easy to get there. you got in, saying hello in a polite way to every worker in the building. what you didn’t expect was to see JYP-nim on the hall.

—y/n, what are you doing here? practice for you was cancelled today— he said with a little smile.

—oh uhmm… i thought it would be great if i came here and practice a little more to be ready when we make our debute— you lied.

—what a wonderful girl! that’s the attitude i’m looking for, good luck with your practice— he said and then leaved.

whoosh, you almost got caught.

you went up in the elevator, going to the 6 floor and walking to the stray kids practice room. you could hear the music from the room, they were playing “Hellevator” one of their pre-debut releases.

you opened the door, hoping to see the entire group dancing, but instead of that, you only saw jeongin.

a big smile appeared on his face, he was dressed on a white t-shirt and some grey pants similar to yours. he had his hair all messy, small drops of sweat coming down his face due to the effort he was making.

—hi innie— you said with a smile. —can i come in?—

—of course baby, what are you doing here?—

baby… did he just called you baby?

—practice was cancelled for me today— you said closing the door behind you. —and i wanted to see you…—

—aww you miss me— jeongin said hugging you by the waist. —you know you’re always welcome here—

—and where are the others?— you asked.

—they’re gone for some minutes…—

—i se-

you couldn’t finish the sentence, jeongin’s lips were already over yours. his soft lips making you remember the kiss from yesterday. one of his hands was on the back of your neck while the other one was on your waist. the kiss was getting a little more intense, and the atmosphere was starting to get hotter.

jeongin’s body was pressed against yours, the pressure making you walk backwards. you knew that he was making this on purpose when you felt the cold wall hit your back. your hands travelled from his chest you his abdomen, his tongue licking softly your lower lip through the kiss.

your hands lifted up his shirt a bit, allowing you to fell his abs and chest muscles. both of jeongin’s hands were now on your hips, making circles and trying to pull you closer to the lower part of his body. you were the one that broke the kiss, trying to calm yourself down because the heat on your body was growing faster and faster.

—why’d you stop?— he asked, his lips all shiny and red because of the previous actions.

—your friends can come in any second— you said, voice all shaky and trying to catch air.

—i told you, they won’t come in a while— he explained.

this time you didn’t even had time to answer, his lips were devouring yours once again. he kissed your lips, then your jaw, and going down your neck. at this point you weren’t giving a shit if the other members came in. jeongin’s hands went under your black hoodie, the contact of his cold fingers over your soft and warm skin making you shiver.

—jeongin were ba- HOLY SHIT, JEONGIN IS HAVING SEX ON THE PRACTICE ROOM!—

oh shit, it was hyunjin.

—shit, shit, fuck!— jeongin said pulling your hoodie down again.

—oh god, this can’t be happening— you said in panic.

—what’s going on here?— the leader of stray kids said opening the door.

—and why does hyunjin look traumatized?— seungmin asked.

—y/n? what are you doing here?— felix said in confusion.

—uh-uhmm i was…—

—THEY WERE HAVING SEX!— hyunjin exclaimed once again.

—shut your mouth up— jeongin told him. —we were just talking about something…—

—i bet that our little innie isn’t hungry anymore— changbin joked and jeongin gave him a bad look.

—stooop, please— he replied to him.

—well, let’s forget about this, okay?— lee know said. —we should probably eat—

—yeah, the food is getting cold— han spoke.

—of you want to stay, you can y/n, you are always welcome— felix said with a smile.

—thanks felix—

—we brought pizza, jeongin told us that it was your favorite—

—i really like it, but i’m on a diet—

—it’s okay to eat pizza some times, y/n— chan said. —it’s okay, don’t worry—

—okey but, eat the pizza, not our little jeongin— hyunjin finally spoke.

—al right, al right— you laughed.

you ate with them and spend the rest of the afternoon there. after eating you and jeongin told the boys about the what was happening between you two, you told them about how he was your boyfriend on your senior year and how you guys went back together.

after that they teach you some dance moves of the song of their debut and then jeongin took you home, saying goodbye with a soft kiss and a long tight hug. after leaving you on your dorm he went back to the building, the day was over for you but not for him. the stray kids debut was less than a month so everything had to be perfect.

jeongin went back to the room, seeing lee know helping the others with the final touches of the choreo.

—jeongin can i talk to you for a sec?— chan asked the maknae of the group.

—sure hyung, is something wrong?— jeongin asked worried.

—it’s about y/n–

—oh…—

—i know that you really like her, and i also know that she is very important and special to you. but i need you to remember that you are going to become an idol in less than a month, i need you to be really focus at this point of your career. does JYP-nim knows about you and her?—

—no— the boy answered.

—okey, make sure you don’t get caught, because if you do, you’ll get in a lot of trouble— chan said palming his shoulder.

—yes, thank hyung— jeongin smiled.

—your welcome, kid—

—oh, i almost forget it! i need your help with something, it’s about y/n—

—what is it?—

—i need your help to make a plan to ask her to be my girlfriend…—

a month has passed and the debut of Stray Kids couldn’t be more successful. talking about your relationship with jeongin, this last month has been totally amazing. even tho JYP-nim still knew nothing, always at the end of the day jeongin took you to little dates. when he couldn’t wait to see you at noon, he escaped from his practice to go to yours, giving you and the other five girls a bottle of water and some chocolates to keep your levels of sugar high.

the girls liked jeongin (mostly because he gave them snacks all the time) but also because they always see how happy you were with him. jeongin loved you, and a lot.

talking about all this thing of the debate, yours was also very close (let’s pretend that they trained for more than three months idk) your debut album was called “IT’z Different” and the title track was “DALLA DALLA” a song that was mostly about loving yourself. all of your group liked a lot the song, the choreography was fun and energetic, and all of you had enough time to show your vocal and rap skills.

today was saturday, and was your free day. about 2 weeks ago you and the girls started living together, and it was the most fun thing ever. at the beginning everything was an absolutely mess, but now the rooms were clean and everyone had their own room. yesterday jeongin told you to go out on a date and 1pm, and luckily you had enough time to get ready.

after eating breakfast with the girls, yeji and lia went to the store to buy some things while ryujin, yuna, and you stayed as the dorm. you washed the dishes and then went to take a shower, you washed all your body and hair to be perfectly clean for the date. you choose a white dress with small flowers in it, you dried and curled you hair a little bit and finally the makeup. now was 12:30, wow, times flies so fast.

yo took a taxi to go to the park, that was like your special place with jeongin, and you loved to go there and spend time with him. the day was sunny, and when you arrived the sun was hitting softly the grass of the park. you saw jeongin on one side, you got out of the taxi and almost run into him. he was looking so cute.

—hi innie— you said with a bright smile.

—hi pretty, you look gorgeous today—

—thanks— you blushed. —you look pretty cute too—

—let’s go, okey?— jeongin smiled

—sure!—

jeongin took your hand kindly and started walking to green area of the park.

—now, i need you to close your eyes— he said standing behind you, putting his arms in your shoulders.

—why?—you laughed.

—just to it, you’ll see— he repeated.

—okey—

he placed both of his hands on your eyes, his voice guiding you so you didn’t fall with anything, then he stopped.

—can i open my eyes now—you asked him.

—yep— jeongin said getting of his hands from your eyes.

there was a pretty red and white blanket, with food and drinks in it, something that looked like a present, a cake, more snacks, and heart shaped balloons.

—oh my god jeongin, did you did all that?— you asked with surprise, it was absolutely beautiful.

—yes, with a little bit of help of the guys, do you like it?— he giggled.

—of course i like it! i love it!— you exclaimed, then, giving him a kiss.

—sit, i brought all your favorite snacks. and oh! the cake is red velvet, you favorite—

—aww you’re so sweet innie— you sat on the blanket, admiring one more thine how beautiful all this looked.

jeongin sat besides you, ha gave you food and drinks while you guys joked around. he told you about how nervous he was on his debut, but that now he was very confident because he had all the support of STAY. you told him about how you were feeling recently with all this situation of the ITZY debut, you were actually very nervous, and you were scared that the people didn’t like you, or worst, didn’t like the song. you guys also talked about how happy you felt with each other, jeongin told you the story about how it was living without your presence when he started with JYP, but how also he talked with the boys about you all the time. you also told him how you ended here, the story of you singing on the store. jeongin couldn’t stop laughing, how can you even be recruited this way?

you spent all the afternoon doing one of your favorite things in the world, talking and eating with jeongin. just having him around could make you fell things no one could make you feel ever, and the way he looked at you with those eyes yes and his dimples showing every time he laughed, were almost making you melt.

—i have something to give you— jeongin said giving you the present that you saw before.

—what is it?— you asked in curiosity.

—open it—

you opened the box, seeing the inside decorated with a lot of photos of you and him and also some chocolates. there was also a white bracelet with a heart in it, very similar to the one he was wearing, except his was black. at the bottom of the box was a letter, you were just about to read it when jeongin spoke quickly.

—no! don’t open it here— he said trying to get the letter from your hands.

—why?— you smiled.

—because i’m gonna get all shy and then i won’t be able to talk properly, and i have things left to say— he said blushing.

—fine, but the second by feet hit my dorm, i will read it— you said.

—okey, okey—

—thank you very much innie— you said giving him a tight hug, smiling his cologne. —you didn’t have to all this for me, you’re the best—

—i love with all my heart, that’s why i did it— he said kissing your forehead. —i have also something to tell you…—

—what it is?—

—uhmm i don’t know if i should say it— jeongin told you hiding his face on the crook of your neck.

—just say it, innie. what happened to the “i’m not shy anymore” jeongin, huh?— you laughed.

—okey fine— he said finally looking at you eyes. —okey, uhmm… so, i just wanted to tell you that this last months with you had probably been the most happiest months of my life. i really, really like you y/n, and having the chance to be with you again is absolutely incredible. in my eyes you are the most beautiful, amazing, and kind girl of the world, and of course that you already have my entire heart. when we were on our senior year i always used to say that you were my first love and that if it wasn’t with you, it wasn’t with nobody else, and i was right. my eyes and heart only have space for you, you are my first love and hopefully the last one, and i hope that i have a lot time left with you. y/n, you were the one that showed me how was to feel loved, how was to have someone that felt the same things towards you. the words “i love you” don’t mean nothing compared to how i feel about you. i never stopped loving you, and i promise you that i won’t stop never, you have no idea of how perfect and beautiful you are through my eyes…—

you felt the heat growing up your cheeks, you heart was beating like crazy due to jeongin’s words. you were going to melt right there, his eyes watching you softly while his hand was holding yours. It was only a matter of time before you started crying.

—innie, i-

—y/n…— he cut you off. —can you give me a second chance? can i be your boyfriend?—

oh god, it was happening.

you stare at him for a few seconds, analyzing his expression with fear in his eyes. reality hit you in that moment, of course you wanted to be his girlfriend.

—of course that i want to be with you— you said with the biggest smile you ever had. —you are my first love jeongin, and i’m in love with you again, i love you too—

—really!?— the boy exclaimed with happiness, sitting in front of you.

—of course, silly— your hands cupped his cheeks, watching carefully the expression of joy in his eyes.

—oh my god, i got so scared for a moment because you didn’t say anything! i love you so, so, so much—

jeongin took you by the waist, pulling your bodies closer and finally connecting them with a kiss. this time kissing him felt different, it felt more special, more beautiful. his lips felt so soft into yours, the red velvet flavor hitting your mouth every time your tongs touch each other.

—I— kiss —LOVE— kiss —YOU— kiss, he said in your lips.

—believe me innie…—you giggled. —i love you more— you kissed him again.

Just feel the ROCK!!! 🔥💥⚡️✨

Ler Mood

Ler:Han

Lee:Jeongin

Han was in..a frustrating situation.

Han was in one of the WORST ler moods EVER. He was just yearning for some laughter! And what better way for laughter than to tickle one of his members?

Now, all of his members had once been lees before, including Han, but they had also been lers before, including Han. Each member had their own way of tickling their members. For example, Chan was the member who knew every members tickle spots. He was the eldest after all, and it was his duty to punish his babies by tickling them. He was also the best teaser because of how much he adored all of his members. On the other hand, Minho, was one of the roughest lers. As long as he wasn’t hurting anyone, he didn’t care. And to be fair, he would tickle for VERY long.

But putting that aside, Han needed someone to tickle. And FAST. All of the members were currently available to be wrecked, so he scanned the members. First, he eliminated Chan, and Changbin. They could both easily overpower him, and he wasn’t planning on getting rid of his ler mood by listening to his own laughter. Next, Minho. Minho was well..he was Minho. And Minho would most definitely get him back afterwards if he had tickled him, as well as Felix, and he didn’t want to deal with that. That left 3 members, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and I.N. Hyunjin was just wrecked by Minho yesterday, considering the fact Han could hear his shrieks all the way from his own room, and he didn’t want to torture Hyunjin again right after he was recovering from Minho. Which left the 2 maknaes. Seungmin, and I.N. Now Seungmin wasn’t as ticklish as other members, and with this ler mood, Han needed LOTS of loud laughter. And good for him, I.N was one of the most sensitive members, if not the most sensitive member. So I.N it was.

He walked into his and I.N’s shared room, to see a I.N on his bed scrolling through his phone. Han walked over to I.N and jumped onto the bed with him.

“Hi hyung.”

“Hi there Innie. You know, I’ve been feeling..strange recently.”

“Strange? Why? Are you okay?”

“I’ve been feeling as if..I need some laughter, if you know what I mean.”

And before I.N could react, Han tackled him, sat on his hips and restrained his arms.

“H-Hyung!? Please, it doesn’t have to be like this!”

“Sorry Innie, but it does.”

And without any warning, Han started to scribble, poke, and squeeze anywhere he could on I.N’s stomach.

“Hyuhuhng!! Stohop!”

Han decided to start off a bit light, not going in to rough, teasing I.N as he tugged on his arms under his hips, being restrained by his hips and Hans weight.

“Pleahease! Stop teaheheasing mehe hyuhuhg!”

“Oh you want me to stop teasing? Alright!”

And without any warning, Han drilled his fingers into I.N’s ribs, making I.N shriek, then let out peels of cackles afterwards.

“WAHAHAIT!!! HYUHUNG DOHONT DO THAHAT!!”

“Aww..look how adorable you are with your big smile!”

“STOHOP TEAHESING MEHE HYU-AHAHA PLEAHEASE!!”

Then without any warning Han plunged his hands into I.N’s underarms, making I.Ns laughter go silent, as tears of mirth started to form in his eyes.

“How adorable Innie~”

Not wanting to kill his maknae, Han went from roughly tickling I.N’s armpits to softly scribbling I.Ns stomach, which wasn’t as ticklish but left I.N still giggling.

“Hyuhung! Pleahease stohohop!”

I.N begged his evil hyung to stop as tears of mirth started to roll down his cheeks and neck.

“Alright, alright Innie, but let me do one more thing first.”

“Fihinie! Juhuhust huhury!”

“Alright!”

Han leaned down and attacked I.N’s worst spot, his neck. He started to blow raspberries, blow, nuzzle, and nibble on I.N’s neck, while he dug into his armpits.

And I.N went CRAZY. He started to throw his head around, begging and begging, and not even a few seconds after Han started his attack, I.N’s laugh went silent.

Han opened his eyes to see a adorable I.N, his face red with tears running down his cheeks and neck, mouth agape, silently mouthing the words “stop,” and “please no more,” not even having his voice to beg anymore.

And even though I.N looked extremely adorable to Han, Han knew he should stop, seeing that I.N couldn’t take it anymore.

He climbed off an exhausted I.N who immediately started to scratch his neck, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles on his neck. Han scooped up his adorable maknae, and placed him in his lap, rubbing his back.

“I’m telling Channie hyung!!”

“Yeah right.”

But Han was really hoping to make it up to I.N some way, knowing Chan would do anything for his adorable little maknae he adores.

In the end, Hans ler mood was long gone after hearing his maknaes laughter, and I.N ended up falling asleep in his hyungs lap and comfort, exhausted from the previous few minutes.

………………………………………………………………

Hope you liked my first fic! I’m not an experienced writer, and I’m a minor, so if this story doesn’t meet up to your expectations of the regular tickle fics you would usually read, I apologize. And because school is starting soon, I may not be able to make as many fics. Sorry! And remember, I DO NOT take requests. These fics are just based on my own fantasies. Hope you enjoy my fic! And I apologize if I made any spelling errors!

"WORST REGARDS, YOUR KARMIC RETRIBUTION" — yang jeongin.

they say success is the best revenge, but sabotage feels better.

word count: 5.8k

pairings: jock!jeongin x nerd!reader

genre: fluff, humour, high school au, one sided enemies to lovers, slow burn, loosely inspired by i hope this doesn't find you by ann liang

warnings: swearing, partying, kissing, biblically accurate (religious) jeongin, everyone is the same age except chan, no use of y/n + gn reader, reader is literally evil incarnate plz dont do this irl ;;

playlist: ivy frank ocean, sexy to someone clairo, everybody talks neon trees, i can't radiohead

a/n: dedicated to @allforhee & all the other i.n stans out there :3 enjoy!!!

You know a lot of things. You know that the idea of zero was invented by an Indian mathematician and astronomer named Brahmagupta. You know how to recite your future Valedictorian speech in Latin. However besides these things, you also know that most things in life are pretty much uncertain.

Except your hatred for Yang Jeongin. That is your probability of 1.

Although your best friend Kim Seungmin says that your probability of 1 should probably be the fact that you’re a damn sore loser.

So when classes started to end and your school’s sports day rolled around, everyone knew not to cross your path. Either they would be on your team, or they wouldn’t even get near you. You’re not even that athletic; in fact, you can barely work out to save your life. But you’re the brains, the mastermind, of your team’s strategies. It’s like that saying, if you can’t beat ‘em, outsmart ‘em, or something like that.

You knew you were winning, or at least you thought you knew. Because just when you were about to cross your final lap of the track and field match, the corner of your eye caught a glimpse of Yang Jeongin’s infamously cordial grin. Disturbed by the audacity, you stop in your tracks to look at his friends sitting on the bleachers and feel a rush of satisfaction rush back in when you see them petrified for their friend’s questionable actions.

He won, of course. And though you took home five more gold medals than him that day, something about the utter disrespect of stealing the spotlight from somebody so clearly feared for a reason unsettles you.

Which is why you’re currently writing a letter to him threatening to take away his position in the basketball team if he doesn’t earn back your respect that he lost from a sports day event three years ago.

It’s less of a letter and more of a drafted email, since you’re not writing it by hand; he doesn’t get to have that sort of power over you. You’re not sending it either. God, no. You’re not that insane.

It’s simply a form of coping, nothing more. You’d reckon if you were to ask a therapist about this method, they would think it’s stellar. It’s like journaling… except instead of self-reflection, the end goal is to live in the delusional cloud where your nemesis knows and fears how much you hate them.

Do whatever your wretched soul can manage to revert back to the regular human state— that is, being absolutely petrified of my existence. Otherwise, say goodbye to that pretty “varsity basketball” title you adore so much.

A smirk twists upon the edges of your lips as your gaze fixes on the words you’ve just typed out. What’s the word for when you gain pleasure from the idea of torturing somebody else? You’re sure ‘sadist’ doesn’t apply when you only crave the suffering of one specific person.

You consider rewriting the entire letter on paper, for the sole purpose of leaving a crimson lipstick stain on the envelope for him to unseal. You don’t even use red lipstick, but perhaps the Irene Adler-ness of it all might subconsciously trigger a flight or fight response from him, as most stupid teenage boys do when faced with distinct power.

When other people fall asleep to daydreams about their crushes, you often drift away to slumber through the relaxation brought upon you from fantasizing about Yang Jeongin on his knees, begging for your forgiveness.

You would have fallen asleep to that dream for yet another night, but your best friend Kim Seungmin rang your phone. Now, if it was any other night, you would have sent him death threats and went back to your fantasies. However you had just asked Seungmin for a very special favor, so you decide to pick up.

“This better be about what I think it is,” you start. “I won’t put up with your post-exam depression bullshit tonight.”

“Don’t worry about that, I managed to get extra credits for everything.” Thuds and crackles fill the audio from the other side of the phone, and you can practically smell Seungmin’s bag of chips and old dusty laptop opening on his desk. “I got what you asked for.”

“Good, just forward it to my email.”

“I don’t understand why you would need it, though,” Seungmin’s voice is muffled by the chips in his mouth. “I mean, the team’s orders at Lucy’s Diner? Seriously? If you had a crush on one of them, you know I could just set you up, right?”

“Ew, I would never!” You fake gag, earning a chuckle from the boy on the other line. “C’mon, you know I have too much self respect for that.” “I think you mispronounced blatant narcissism and self obsession.”

The two of you go back and forth teasing one another for another moment until you urge Seungmin to send the list to your email. He inquires once again but you only brush him off, coming up with something about helping out at Lucy’s for the summer. Which wouldn’t be a complete lie, technically, if all went well.

You know you can’t tell Seungmin about your plan. Not right now. He’s reached that stage of being a teenage boy where he started developing attachment and empathy towards others, and now he’s practically attached at the hip with the rest of the basketball team. All he knows is that you hate Jeongin, and that’s enough for now.

And sure, this whole situation has made you question if you were actually a sociopath, but it needs to be done. You consider it a fair service to the community for taking down another straight male with no brains and a huge ego. They don’t know it yet, but he’s the common enemy.

Soon enough after the sports day incident you had come to the conclusion that if nobody could hate Yang Jeongin, you would make him hate you so much until a primal, animalistic desire to destroy you would take over his spirit. You assume he’d do something so utterly terrible, as men do, then afterwards everyone would finally see with their own two eyes that he is just like every other man in this cruel world. If anything, you’re volunteering as a sacrifice!

So as you zone out on Seungmin’s newfound amusement in the way Mr Marks’ glasses make him look like Chicken Little, you switch your tabs to open the sacred document.

In big, bold letters it reads OPERATION 143: 1 ENEMY, 4 PHASES, 3 YEARS.

The document itself already has over 25 pages, written in detail about your genius ideas to slowly infiltrate your enemy base from the inside out— most worked, but some of them just ended in your loss of dignity. You had even taken ideas from books and films like Parasite to further enhance its artistic integrity. These last three years were a performance, and Jeongin’s life is your stage. You have now entered phase four, and this is your closing act; nobody can steal your spotlight.

Contrary to the precise executions of your past eras, phase four is abstract. Its main goals are to disrupt Yang Jeongin’s peace as directly as possible, whilst leaving as little trail as possible. This, paired with the built up tension from the previous phases, is going to set in motion a domino effect, leading to the collapse of your greatest enemy’s social stature.

Accidentally letting a particularly mischievous giggle slip under your breath, you look back at the email you were drafting to him. You know exactly how to end it.

Careful where you run, Yang Jeongin.

Worst regards,

your karmic retribution.

This is your least favorite time of the year: the period just before summer break. Exams are over, so most teachers let students roam free during their lessons. But not going to school at all can take away from your total attendance, which then goes on your report card, so most students spend their school days sitting around in boredom and watching the sports teams play.

seungmo: Do u wanna come to practice

seungmo: Jisung bought cheesecake for everyone and I don’t want mine

seungmo: I don’t want him to take mine tho lol

That was fifteen minutes ago, and now you’re sitting on the bleachers on a date with a delicious slice of blueberry cheesecake and iced coffee, absentmindedly watching your best friend practice. Despite your close ties with Seungmin, you’ve never really been interested in the other team members— except for the occasional trading of homework answers with Jisung. Ever since middle school, you’ve sort of established that you want nothing to do with people like them: rowdy, sporty, and popular. Seungmin once noted that you say “popular” like it’s a slur. You couldn’t disagree.

“So… Karmic retribution, huh?”

You freeze.

“Pardon?” You turn around, only to be faced with the one and only Yang Jeongin.

“Karmic retribution?” He inquires further, expecting you to get the hint. “Y’know, what you called yourself in your… email? Death threat? Not sure what to call it, actually.”

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude,” you laugh off the question. “I don’t even know your name, let alone your email.”

“Well, that’s clearly a lie, since your name is on your email address. And my name was in your… Seriously, what should I call this thing?”

Fuck fuck fuck. You must have accidentally hit ‘send’ when you fell asleep on the phone with Seungmin. That prick; he always manages to embarrass you somehow.

“Listen, I didn’t even know you go here. I had to ask Chris if he knows which one you are, and you just happened to be here right now.” Jeongin rakes his fingers through his stupid gross sweaty damp hair, then dragging his palm across his face in exasperation. “Whatever I did to you, I’m really sorry.”

“What do you mean you didn’t know I go here?” You’re baffled, truly baffled, and you basically lost control of your body when you heard those words. Suddenly your voice can be heard by anyone within a ten foot radius, and if it weren’t for that they would have thought you were about to smother him with kisses by the lack of distance between your bodies. “I’ve been here since fucking middle school! I sit behind you in Spanish— I ask you for a pen every two and a half weeks only to lose it every single time. You’re saying you don't remember me?”

“Oh, that’s you? My bad. You sit behind me, so I didn’t really get to see your face up close.” Jeongin doesn’t even flinch at the proximity of your faces. He simply gives you a brief look up and down and goes, “Now that I am seeing you up close, you’re the one that always hangs out with Seungmin, right?”

Then it hits you: this is the universe sending you a signal to initiate phase four. Sure, him not remembering who you are might have set you back by a few milestones, but who’s counting? (You are. You always are.) 

If anything, you’re grateful for the redirection, because now you know that before you can ruin him, you must first build him up.

“Alright, look,” you begin, taking a step back to put some inches between the two of you. He reeks of rubber and soda, the stench makes you ill. “Let’s start over, shall we?”

“‘Kay, cool,” he says with a nonchalant shrug. “See you around, I guess…?”

“Wait, that’s it? You’re not even gonna ask why I hated you in the first place?”

“Doesn’t matter now, does it? We’re already starting over.” The genuine lack of irritation in his face makes you curl your fists and fight the urge to give him a black eye. “Plus, you’re one of those nice smart kids. I don’t have beef with your kind.”

And for the first time in your life you wanted desperately to become popular, because maybe then Jeongin would take you seriously.

But it’s fine. You’re going to destroy him regardless.

“Yo, not to interrupt this whole bonding thing we have going on, but I kinda need to head back to practice.” His voice snaps you back to reality. “Is that chill with you?”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s chill.” You muster up your most convincing smile for him. One time in fifth grade your drama teacher told you you’re a natural actor, and you pray to God those innate talents are still there. Now that you think about it, she may have just been calling you a liar.

For good measure, you give him an awkward thumbs up before walking away. When you make eye contact with Seungmin, he raises his eyebrow as if to ask what the fuck was that? You can only shrug in response. You have no idea either.

You sit back down on the bleachers, occasionally eyeing your target, feasting your eyes on the way his muscles flex under his baggy Radiohead t-shirt when he dribbles the ball around the court and the sweat that drips from his hair. You’re used to your own deranged behavior, but this feels almost perverse. Maybe it’s because you’re basically acquaintances with him now (the word makes you want to spit your cheesecake back up), or maybe it’s because you can’t help but let your stare linger on the cross dangling from his chain.

Gross, you think to yourself, as you keep your eyes on him for the rest of the day.

On the last day of school before summer break, the unexpected happens: the basketball team invites you to their party. Well, technically, they invited everyone. It’s supposed to be Bang Chan’s last party before he graduates, and he just so happens to be friends with every single student. Thus, you and Seungmin are now situated in front of his front door, waiting for him to welcome you in.

You don’t usually go to parties, and to be very honest nobody really expects you to. The reasoning is a bit pretentious, you suppose, but you truly just don’t believe in the necessity of rebellion in leading to better adulthood. However you do believe in yourself and your incredibly sexy intellectual prowess, and you have an operation to carry out, so tonight you let yourself let loose just a bit.

“Ah, there you guys are!” Chan greets you and Seungmin, ushering you inside his… house is an understatement, honestly, it’s a mansion. “Mingle around!”

You’re still out of place, you notice. Since you didn’t plan on actually drinking or dancing, you decided to come in your usual get-up of your dream university’s merch sweater and a pair of baggy jeans. You mentally cursed yourself for not realizing that all of Chan’s friends would be the cool, charismatic type.

Suddenly wishing you had stayed home instead, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, which was (fortunately for you) on the second floor, away from most of the crowds. When you get there, however, you’re met with Jeongin’s sharp gaze in front of the door.

“Been a while,” he states, leaning on the wall and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Could I get you anything? A drink, maybe?”

“I don’t drink. At least not tonight,” you respond. Then you notice that his hands are also empty. “What about you?”

“Nah, I don’t do that stuff.” He shakes his head to enunciate his disapproval. “I don’t mind that the other guys do it, but I’m pretty religious, so…”

The devil perched upon your shoulder whispers hot but the angel on the other side exclaims what the fuck?

“Cool.” You stare at your shoes, thinking about how to turn this exchange into yet another round of revenge. When you get an idea, you beam up at him. “Wanna walk and talk with me?”

The moment he verbalizes his agreement, you grab him by the arm and rush downstairs. There, you do as you had suggested: walk and talk. Turns out Chan’s first floor is big enough for about thirty minutes of conversation.

When you get to the outdoor pool, you take off your shoes and dip your toes in the water with Jeongin following suit, sitting right beside you. Your conversation drifts to so many different topics— music, childhood TV shows, dating— you almost forget the reason why you brought him here. He’s observant, you notice, and he has thoughts on a lot of different things, something you didn’t think was possible. You always thought he was just dumb.

“Y’know, I was kinda flattered by your email, I’m not gonna lie,” he admits sheepishly.

“Pardon?” You look at him, puzzled. “Did you say flattered?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, no one really notices me like that.”

You stare at him, eyes blank and mouth agape. Surely this guy has gone insane, right? He’s one of the school’s most beloved students, by other students and faculty members alike.

“Like, I know they like me, but I don’t really stand out amongst the others. Chris is the friendly one, Minho is the mysterious one, Changbin is the strong one, Hyunjin is the artistic one, Jisung is the funny one, Felix is the kind one, Seungmin is the smart one, and what am I? I have all those qualities too, but they pale in comparison. People don’t have enough reason to hate me, but I know they think I’m boring. So being hated so passionately was kind of a big thing for me… I’m sorry, is that weird?”

If you didn’t want to slap him before, you sure as hell do now. How blindly privileged is this guy that his problem in life is not being the coolest guy on the varsity basketball team? You puff out your cheeks to hold back an exasperated sigh, and pull out a gentle smile instead.

“Jeongin, I don’t think people see you that way at all.” You place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Have you ever considered that maybe they might just be a bit intimidated by you?”

This is exactly how your mother talks to you when you start crying about how nobody ever has a crush on you on a random Thursday night. God bless that woman for gaslighting you into a positive attitude.

“You really think so?” He looks at you with these wide puppy-like eyes and you finally understand what the girls on Instagram mean when they talk about ‘getting the ick.’

“Really,” you affirm with a bright smile.

“Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

Just as he pulls you into a warm embrace, you push him just subtly enough that he wouldn’t notice it until he’s falling into the pool. With a large splash, all eyes turn to the two of you. He comes up from the water, clothes and hair drenched, and you feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you when you finally see a distressed expression etch itself onto his features.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” You lie, faking your concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… I’m fine.” He climbs out of the pool, and you curse yourself for staring a little too long at his defined muscles under his wet shirt. Then, he turns to you and says, “Needed to cool off anyways.”

And he laughs. Laughs at himself and laughs at your befuddled face and laughs when Chan asks if he’s alright, shooting him a quick thumbs up before grabbing the nearest beach towel. When his other friends crowd around him, he laughs and laughs and laughs and it drives you fucking insane. The resonating sound of his laughter surrounds the backyard in an instant, and for a moment you wish you had drowned yourself in that pool instead.

“I will shove my middle fingers in your dimples,” you mutter under your breath, and you consider it a promise.

“Be right back,” he tells you before rushing to the nearest bathroom to change his clothes, playfully flicking droplets of water onto your face and ruffling your hair, dampening it.

You watch as he walks away, feeling a strange pang of guilt in your chest when you notice his smile faltering as people start to focus amongst themselves again. Now it’s your turn to laugh, half out of disbelief and half out of pure glee.

Everything is going according to plan.

“I didn’t push him.”

Lie.

“We were just talking.” Lie.

“I still hate him.”

Lie?

Wow, three lies in a row. And to your best friend, of all people. This Operation 143 has really tested your moral compass, and it’s not looking great for you. No wonder why Seungmin is calling you at 3 AM, interrogating you about what the hell happened tonight.

“See, now, some of those statements kind of contradict each other,” he states. “I have no doubt that you still hate him, but I also don’t doubt the pure evil in your heart. You would have pushed him, and you wouldn't even be sorry about it.”

“Uh, well, you’re wrong,” you tell him. “Clearly you don’t know me that well then.”

“Whatever you say, but if one day you decide to come clean of your crimes, you owe me something. Something very very dear to me.”

At first you were nervous, because it’s obvious your best friend is on to you (note to self: be less evil on a day to day basis). But then you remember it’s your best friend, there’s only one thing he would want from you in this situation.

“Yes, yes, I’ll take you out for a fancy dinner,” you sigh. “That’s only if I confess my sins to you, Father Seungmin, and it’s not happening because I’m completely innocent.”

“Please never call me that again.”

“Noted.”

At that, your phone buzzes with a new notification. It’s from an unknown number, but you can see a display name. Jeongin.

~Jeongin: u up?

God, could this guy act more like a fuckboy? Somehow noticing the tension in the air despite your physical distance, Seungmin questions your mood.

“Jeongin just texted me.”

“Oh, so that’s what he wanted your number for.”

“Are you dumb?” You ask, but it feels more like an accusation. “Why the fuck else would he ask for my number, idiot?”

Seungmin makes a noise equivalent to a shrug, and you let it pass. You were just about to question him further about Jeongin asking for your number, but the man himself texts once again.

~Jeongin: wanna hang tmr?

“Ew,” you mutter quietly. “I think he thinks we’re friends or something.”

“Oh, right, I remember you don’t do those.” You can almost hear his eyes rolling at your annoyance at Jeongin. He’s expressed his disapproval for your one-sided rivalry many times, but you always bite back with words too vulgar to write down here.

“Yeah, you know you’re only my close acquaintance, right?” You turn your attention back to your phone, biting your thumb in deep thought. “I’ll be mean to him. Should send the right message.”

You need to change your technique anyway. Befriending him only to be annoying is only going to make him like you more, and betraying him out of the blue takes too much commitment. This is phase four, after all— you have such little time to get the job done. If you manage to succeed during senior year, people aren’t gonna care anymore because everybody is leaving anyway.

You won’t shy away from it anymore; it’s time to be direct. It’s time to be evil.

You: no.

Seungmin sputters out a laugh once you send the screenshot of your texts to him. “You couldn’t have even given him a reason why? God, you’re crueler than I thought.”

“Why can’t he just hate me back?” You whine, slumping your shoulders defeatedly. “Why is he so… So nice? What’s wrong with him?”

“Maybe he likes you,” Seungmin teases. “I kinda see the vision, actually. The nerd and the jock… Classic perfection.”

“You mean cliché,” you groan. “His type is probably other athletes or something. Popular people date popular people, Seungmo.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Seungmin continues in a sing-song tone, so you close your ears and make weird noises, a signal that it’s time for him to shut the fuck up.

jeongin (DONT RESPOND): oh

jeongin (DONT RESPOND): ok :[

A week later you’re sitting in front of the bus station, waiting for Seungmin to arrive. He had promised to take you to the new coffee shop that just opened up to get some work done as a means to get ahead of other students. Nerdy as it may be, this is your summer ritual with your best friend, and if you didn’t fulfill it by the beginning of the summer, the guilt is going to eat you alive until you won’t be able to properly enjoy your holiday.

The summer breeze (or lack thereof) feels like it’s burning you alive, so you pull off your usual sweater to reveal a tank top underneath. Huffing out in irritation, you send a quick text to Seungmin.

You: wru

You: why take so long

You: ur so not a gentleman this is why ur single

Instead of an answer, you receive a phone call in return. You pick it up. “Yo, where are you? I’ve been waiting here for fifteen fucking minutes, dude, I’m parched.”

“I brought a friend,” said Seungmin, completely disregarding your complaints. “Look in front of you.”

And there he is, walking towards you with none other than Yang Jeongin beside him, waving at you like a stray puppy. You close your eyes, trying to pretend for as long as possible that none of it is real. This is probably what I get for trying to sabotage someone out of the basketball team, you think to yourself, deciding to surrender to your fate and greet them with as much kindness as you can muster for the time being.

After approximately thirty minutes of sitting down and discussing the next academic year’s syllabus, you decide that that was the last bit of kindness in your heart. So when Jeongin leaves to go to the restroom, you waste no time catching Seungmin up on what you’ve actually been doing. The letter, the operation— everything.

“25 pages?” Seungmin asks you in disbelief. “My god, that’s a thesis.”

“It might as well be, at this point.” You nod solemnly at his comment. There’s no use denying anything; at your core, you’re just pure cruel and sadistic. At the very least you know your best friend will love you regardless, even if nobody else will.

“Listen, I love you, truly I do. But you’ve got to stop,” Seungmin grabs your shoulders and looks you dead in the eye. He has never looked this serious before and meant it. “He’s, like, falling in love with you.”

“Pardon me?”

“I know, I know, it’s your worst nightmare, and I know you don’t like him like that, which is why I’m telling you this. Stop now or you will break his heart even more.”

Just as you were about to respond, Jeongin comes back to the table. If he hadn’t, you’re not sure what you would have had to say. Would you disagree with even the thought of it, telling Seungmin he’s a liar? Would you have argued that if your plan were to work, Jeongin would hate you in the end anyway? Or would you have asked him how to make those feelings grow?

But no, no. He doesn’t like you, not like that. He’s just kind, that’s all. He can’t.

And the next hour passes by like torture, with both boys having to snap you back to the present moment about five times each. You couldn’t care less about the syllabus or the coffee or the new inside jokes you all made that day. All you could think about was how Jeongin’s hand would brush against yours when he borrowed a pencil, or the way his eyes would lock with yours when he laughed at Seungmin’s sarcastic remarks.

The entire time, your mind was calculating the probability of Jeongin actually being in love with you. Each answer was always too close to 1 for your liking.

You couldn’t get him out of your head.

To be fair, you never could. But it used to be about hatred. You used to find joy in boring two-hour classes because you knew you could just spend those two hours daydreaming about what Jeongin would look like with real tears in his eyes, with a scowl on his lips, with anything other than that damned smile.

You told your boss you’d be taking the night shift at Lucy’s for a while, because your days would be spent hanging out with friends on the holidays. This isn’t true at all, of course, you just found it more difficult to escape those Jeongin-plagued thoughts when you were about to drift to slumber. Unfortunately, this didn’t work the way you had hoped, because it turns out the diner basically doesn’t have any customers after 8 PM.

It’s almost 10 PM now, the hour when you’ll have to close up the diner. Nobody has come inside in the last forty-five minutes, so you figure it’s best to close up early. That way, you’ll get more time to scroll on your phone or read a book.

You should have seen it coming, really. You know you could never escape him. There, standing in front of the doors of Lucy’s diner, is your haunting, your shadow, your karmic retribution.

“I keep thinking about you,” he says, almost breathless, as he steps into the diner.

“How long have you been standing there?” “Like, five seconds,” he answers. Then, as if to emphasize his previous statement, he says, “You owe me sleep.”

“You don’t think that goes both ways?” You turn away from him, placing all the cleaning supplies on the bar counter. When you look back, he’s already eagerly striding towards you.

“What are you saying? That you want me?”

“I… I don’t know,” you mutter. You can’t look at him, not right now, not like this. You would break not just his heart, but yours as well. “I don’t know how I feel. I need a… an experiment or an investigation or something that I know is going to tell me if this is actually real, because I have no fucking clue what’s real anymore.”

Without another word, he places both palms on the counter behind you, trapping your body between his, and kisses you.

It knocks the breath right out of your soul. Every vessel in your brain is screaming at you, reminding you that it’s wrong and he’s not supposed to like you and you’re not supposed to like him back and that you sure as hell shouldn’t be kissing him at all, let alone your workplace.

Nevertheless, you can’t help it. Everything you knew has been proven wrong. Everything you have questioned has proven themselves to be true. You know nothing at all. You kiss him back.

Acknowledging your reciprocation, he lifts a hand to cradle your face, gently brushing his thumb over your cheekbone down to your jaw. He takes a step closer, pressing your body flush against his. You haven’t closed the diner; somebody could walk in at any moment.

Running your fingers through his soft locks, he takes the opportunity to trail his lips to your neck. It’s at this moment that you begin to feel everything, and it’s all too real too quick. You push him away, taking one brief glance at his disheveled hair and swollen, rose-tinted lips.

You know you shouldn’t. You know you’re being a coward. You know the answer.

Be that as it may, you still run.

seungmo: Bball game @ school tonight

seungmo: Idk what happened w u and jeongin but pls come to the game

seungmo: U know how much ive been looking forward to this

seungmo: I'll keep him away, i promise

You shouldn’t have gone. You should have stayed home, rotting in your room for yet another night, catching up on all the studying you missed out on when you went to that coffee shop with Seungmin, finding yourself tracing the shape of your lips when you’re deep in thought, recalling the way Jeongin’s felt on yours.

The truth is, you do know how much Seungmin has been looking forward to this match. He had realized long ago that you couldn’t care less about sports, but still he found your face amongst the crowd every single time. Even though you had such a deep scowl it made him chuckle every time he saw you, he felt his chest warm with affection at the act of being present.

This is one of those unconditional, unspoken rules you’ve established in your friendship. You would support him, and he would support you. You couldn’t have ditched this.

But as you approach closer and closer to the basketball court, you notice something amiss. By now, you should have been able to hear the rowdy chanting of other students. You should have already been blinded by the lights surrounding the court, considering it’s already 6 PM. You should have seen Seungmin waiting for you, but he’s not there.

Nothing’s there. Nothing but Yang Jeongin, standing in the middle of the court.

“I’m starting to think Seungmin is playing matchmaker,” you say as you walk towards him.

His face cracks into a fit of laughter, and it lights up the whole area. “You think?”

You’re close enough to him to see how puffy his eyes are— is he just exhausted or has he been crying? He’s silent for a second, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, before opening his mouth to finally speak.

“Listen, I—”

“No, no,” you interrupt him. “Let me speak first.”

“I used to despise you, as you already know. For a reason that is so stupid that if I said it out loud right now I’d pee myself laughing, probably. And I guess that hatred helped me cover up my insecurities, and that I couldn’t believe someone like me and someone like you could be with anything more than enemies.” At some point, you started looking into his eyes, and now you can’t seem to pull away. “You’re not boring, Yang Jeongin, not at all. You’re certain. You’re my probability of 1.”

“So… Moral of the story, I’m different from all the other boys, yes?” He teases, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer inch by inch.

“You think that’s the moral of the story?” “Hell, no,” he chuckles. “The moral of the story is that sometimes you need to ditch that whole superiority complex and realize that you’re exactly like everybody else. You’re smart, yes, but you’re also stupid and naive and clumsy. And that’s completely alright. That doesn’t make you any less deserving of anything, it just makes you human.”

And as he tugs you into a kiss, you realize he’s right. It doesn’t matter what you know. Life is still uncertain, anyway, and the probabilities of most things are far less than 1. All you know is that whatever happens, you’ll be loved in the process.

JEONGIN / UNVEIL : “죽어보자 (GET LIT)”

stray kids masterlist ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

bang chan

bf!channie movie date

lee minho

coworker!minho texts

seo changbin

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hwang hyunjin

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han jisung

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lee felix

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kim seungmin

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yang jeongin

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ot8 / units / hyung & maknae line

bff!skz texts

things bf!hyung line love about their chubby partner

— @bxckkdoor ᧔o᧓

STRAY KIDS WORKS!!!

warning: some swearing here n there, but pretty much none

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@/nahcgnab

@/t.leeknowsaurus

@/jutdwae

@/hynjinnnn

@/_doolsetnet

@/yong.lixx

@/miniverse.___

@/i.2.n.8

@/i.2.n.8

warning: some swearing here n there, but pretty much none

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- No Stories In Progress

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divider credit — @benkeibear @strangergraphics-archive

ʚїɞ☄ name: lexi

❥･• age: eighteen years old│ "06"

⋆̩*̣̩☂*̣̩⋆̩ birthday month: December

› 〉 pronouns: she/her/hers

᳝ ˖ . ֺ ָ ֙⋆ mbti: infp

. ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ race: Asian American

BIAS LIST

my ult groups are stray kids and enhypen

stray kids - lee know, hyunjin, and felix

enhypen - heeseung and Jay

itzy- yeji and chaeryeong

kiss of life - natty

twice - sana

lesserafim - yujin, eunchae, and chaewon

blackpink - lisa

gidle - soyeon and minnie

p1harmony- keeho

new jeans - hanni

kep1er - bahiyih

nmixx - kyujin and lily

more info — I love writing, volleyball, music, drawing and art. I'm a very introverted person. My favorite colors are black, blue and white. I've known skz for 3 years now. I'm also a debut engene, midtzy, fearless, blink, bunny, kep1ian, and nwser.

writings — I mainly write about skz, but more on hyunjin. I do try to get ideas on writing for the other members as well. genres I write are fluffs and maybe some angst to fluff or either angst with no happy ending.

masterlist!

dividers credit - @chachachannah @cafekitsune

Series

warning: sensitive topics, swearing, mention of certain topics. overall, all series are all matured!

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˚₊✩‧₊ - The Hwangs : loud screams in the house of a modern place, where feet are smacking on the floor daily with giggles. Messy toys sproud out of the house with more color crayons and paint all over the place. Hearing the sigh and groans of the parents.

divider credit : @horangipilled

[Teaser] (now available)

Genre: Unrequited Love, Noona-Dongsaeng relationship, Office scenario, Light Angst.

Type: One-shot, Short fanfiction.

Pairing: Yang Jeongin/Reader

Available on: Ao3

User Id: thenightsoftingles

Word count: 2, 765.

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"So to counter attack the bug, they did this complex coding known as–Hey! How rude it is to walk away when Hyung is talking— Innie!"

Jeongin ignores Jisung's blabber, but it shakes you out of your miserable looking blankness.

You turn to look at Jeongin's approaching figure, and his mind traces each way your gaze shifts to his body at length, from shoulder to shoulder, to his face, to his blowing hair, to his peaking chest.

"Noona." 

You still seem to be unaware of his attention towards you, because when your gaze flicks from his lips to his eyes, Jeongin notices the sharp intake of air that you took.

He notices, and he shakes in his body to not react to such confusing signs. How foolish you can be to jump your Noona, Jeongin, his mind scolds him.

He turns and simply sit beside you, cherishing what little touch of warmth he can cease from your closeness.

It took him months to sit beside you, for you to be so comfortable with him. It took him months to have just a fragment of his skin to overlap yours (although he pertains to confess falsely that he hates skin ship). It took him months, at stretch, to feel the sea breeze lightly touching your burning cheeks (was Jeongin the reason, he wonders through his sobriety),  to feel it vanish past your pale skin, and Jeongin appears not to be affected of the blowing wind, and especially, not jealous. None at all.

Yet, he caves in. Digging in. Pawing and seeking an opening— any entrance to bloom within your heart. To peak beneath, to feel comforted that you like him back, just as badly as loves you.

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Turn to me,

just this once.

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“I told you not to bother me. Didn’t I?”

~.Soft whispers in the dark.~

[Yang Jeongin x Fem!Reader]

summary: Jeongin’s been busy and doesn’t want to talk to you, he tries to ignore you but you’re just so goddamn persistent and annoying

genre: angst with comfort ♡ ۵

warning: swearing (watch your profanity), mentioned drunk jeongin, mentions of abusive ex, reader flinching, suggestive

note: sorry if there are triggers here, please tell me if there are more to add in the warnings. the praying session is just you screaming jesus basically, also hardly used Y/n here

Masterlist

The door to your apartment creaks open and you smile despite the sound of the old door. You turn around, abandoning the chicken you were frying on the pan to greet your boyfriend.

“You should get that fixed. It’s fucking annoying.” Jeongin scoffs, setting his bag down on the coffee table in the living room. He shrugs his shoes off, not bothering to put it where it belongs.

Your mood plummets, smile faltering. “Oh, alright I guess… I’ll have the food ready in a few minutes. Please prepare the plates.” You respond sadly, returning your attention to the chicken where you find that one is slightly burnt and for a moment you’re tempted to give that one to Jeongin.

You shake your head, what are you even thinking? He’s just tired.

Even though ten minutes have passed you don’t hear the clinking of plates being placed on the glass dining table.

“Baby? Are you preparing the-“ You get cut off by the tv turning on, then you hear the familiar voice of Sofia Vergara yelling at Stella.

You sigh, “Yeah babe, I’ll prepare it for you blah blah.”

~•~

A few days have passed since then and you still haven’t forgotten about it. That behavior becoming a daily for both of you.

You getting up early to make breakfast for both of you, leaving for work, coming home to the dishes you used for breakfast, a messy bed, and clothes scattered around the living room. You cleaning everything, making dinner and having to deal with your boyfriend who doesn’t want to talk to you, look at you, or be in the same room as you.

You feel him pulling away and it breaks your heart. He wasn’t always like this. No, he used to treat you to dinner, make fancy picnics, bring you to the beach. You used to have laugh filled conversations with your boyfriend, used to smile at his random flower deliveries to your work.

Now you can only reminisce. All those sweet moments lost in time like a speck of dust in the wind.

You frown, you’ll try to keep your relationship together and fix things tonight. You have to.

Tonight you make his favorite, even going as far as buying his favorite flowers in the flower shop near your complex to put in a vase so he can smell it while eating. You clean the whole apartment and spray his favorite cologne.

After you’re done you wait patiently, sitting on the couch while scrolling on your phone. You wait hours, which is weird as he usually gets home by 9. It’s way past 9, you’ve called at least 30 times and left a few text messages.

You’re worried, so worried you fall asleep on the couch with all the lights still on.

When you wake up it’s midnight, you see the door open silently and watch as he stumbles into the apartment with the help of two friends, who you know to be Felix and Seungmin.

“Sorry, Y/n noona.” Felix whispers, careful not to disturb your boyfriend. He sends an apologetic smile.

“Chan hyung was trying to get him home before 10 but he didn’t want to go, mumbling about how y-“ Seungmin explains before he gets cut off by Felix nudging him. Seungmin coughs, “Well goodnight noona, sorry for the sudden and late intrusion.”

As they say their goodbyes, after putting your boyfriend on his bed, Seungmin hands you Jeongin’s keys. “Thank you. Oh and take care while driving.” You bid farewell to the boys, shutting the door behind you.

“Well that’s great. I’ll have to reheat this in the morning, I love you too I.n.” You’re body goes on auto pilot as you put away food in containers and place it in the fridge.

You only come to when your hands hit the water, you’re washing the dishes and you don’t even know how you got there. You sigh, finishing up and going back to the couch. You won’t sleep in the same room as a drunk I.n, that’s just silly.

~•~

When morning finally comes you wake up to a shouting Jeongin, you find yourself sitting in the dining room and wonder what lead up to this moment.

“-my cologne was half full when I left yesterday, and when I come back it’s nearly empty?” He yells at you before turning around to leave for practice at the studio. “Are you having another man over who uses my things and just suddenly leaves?” His accusations hit you, slapping you wide awake despite him only murmuring the last part.

“What the actual fuck, Jeongin?” You mutter angrily, words fall on deaf ears though as he slams the door on his way out, the hinges starting to creak again.

The rest of the day you replay that argument, wondering if it’s really your fault. You did go overboard with spraying his cologne all over the apartment yesterday, but you would never cheat on him. That boy was is your first love.

You’re bothered the whole time at work, resulting in your manager, Na-yeon to dismiss you early. “Y/n, I hope you’re okay. I’m letting you go early, you need some rest.” She smiles at you and you return the gesture, although it’s not a very genuine one.

Back at your apartment you rest on your bed, the cushions feeling foreign since you’ve been sleeping on the couch since you and your boyfriend started fighting. When you plop your head down on the pillow you smell alcohol, you cringe, immediately putting new bed sheets and throwing the old ones in the washer.

The rest of the afternoon is spent waiting for your boyfriend to come home, you decide to just say sorry, maybe give him a little kiss, you haven’t touched him in what feels like years.

When the door creaks open you shoot up from the bed, exiting your shared room and immediately hugging him, “Baby, I’m sorry for using your cologne.” Your words are muffled, head on his chest.

“Don’t bother me,” he just shrugs you off and goes straight for his office.

You frown, knocking on the door before entering.

“I told you not to bother me. Didn’t I?” He says, not even looking at you.

You ignore what he said, going to kiss his head when he swivels around on his chair, the action making you stumble to the floor. “Darling-“

“Get the fuck out, Y/n! I don’t want to talk to you so get the fuck out of my face. I’m so tired, so sick of you annoying me with your presence. Get out, for fucks sake.” He shouts at you, your eyes meet and you can’t help but look away flinching.

You look a lot like my ex.

You retreat to your shared room, sobbing quietly when you get there.

You wonder why his eyes don’t hold love anymore, they only resemble those of your ex, he had the same look Jeongin had. The only difference was if your ex had that look, he was going to beat the shit out of you.

~•~

It’s dark outside when you wake to your alarm, you wonder why you even have a 4AM alarm. You shut it off, not bothering to look at the name.

It’s morning yet again, you find yourself (hating mornings) on the floor of your bedroom, and the events from last night come crashing back into your mind, spilling from your eyes. You sniffle.

You come out of the room, trying to be as quiet as possible only to see the apartment empty, your boyfriend isn’t home. It’s a Sunday, where else could he be?

Before you can think about anything else the door opens again, you didn’t even notice the keys on the doorknob. He’s shocked to see you up already and he drops what he was holding to walk closer to you.

“I want to break up.” It slips from your mouth. You look away, not wanting to see the reaction on his face, afraid it’ll be one of relief and joy.

You hear him choke on his words, is he, crying…?

“Baby no, no, no. I’m sorry. I’m so- sorry it’s all my fault.” He stutters through sobs, you feel his arms wrap around your waist but you slap it away.

He falls to the ground. On his knees crying, he looks pretty. “I’m not repeating myself, Yang Jeongin.”

His eyes shift to your hands, he reaches for it but you avoid him. Your boyfriend ex shuffles closer to you, lifting his head to look at your face. He finds your cheeks red, eyes a bit puffy from crying, and your lips pursed.

“Please take me back. Please give me another chance I’ll be better.” He starts begging. “Not on our anniversary please.”

You’re stunned, anniversary? That’s not today… your eyes shift to the calendar to see a heart shape on the date. It is. So that’s why you had an alarm.

Your gaze fall on the things he was carrying earlier, but it’s no use as you can’t quite make it out in the dark.

“-sorry for all the the things I’ve said, I know I can’t take that back. But you aren’t annoying at all, you don’t bother me, I do love you. I’m sorry, sorry. Please, Y/n just, give me one last chance. Let me make things right.” You finally let him touch you and his eyes sparkle, you pull him up. Hugging him.

He hugs back quickly, afraid you’ll change your mind, his arms around your waist squeezing a bit hard but you find it comforting.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. For being such an asshole. I- I never want to leave your side.” He babbles, peppering your forehead with kisses. “Were you, were you really going to break up with me?” He reluctantly asks and you can hear his heartbeat. He’s nervous, afraid you’ll leave him.

You nod meekly and he inhales sharply. “I’m sorry. For pushing you away, I’ll make things right okay-“

You don’t let him finish. You just cup his cheeks and bring him down to kiss him. He squeaks, cheeks reddening, the blush going to his ears.

“I thought I was the problem, Innie.” You whisper before kissing him again.

“No you’re never the problem. I was the dick.” He whispers back, pushing you against the wall gently. He leans down, biting your lower lip then licking your jaw, sucking on your neck and slowly going down to your chest until you stop him.

“Maybe later, right now I just want my sweet baby back.” You murmur, shyly covering your face as you nuzzle into his chest.

He smiles, “so you take me back.” I.n says a bit teary eyed.

You nod again, “yes.”

He sighs in relief, letting you go and rushing to the things he left on the floor. “Just give me 10 minutes okay, I have something for you.” He excitedly arranges things on the dining room table, humming the song he was singing when you first met each other at a college library.

“Alright close your eyes, baby girl.” He goes behind you to cover you eyes and lead you to the table. “I love you so much, happy 2nd anniversary my love.” His voice is soft, he’s whispering it to you like you’re his whole world and it sends shivers down your spine.

When he lets you open your eyes you can’t help but smile, starting to cry again when he worriedly holds you, asking why’s and reassuring you.

“I love you so much, Yang Jeongin. Never push me away again.” You mumble.

“I promise. I love you more, L/n Y/n.” He replies, you hear the sincerity in his voice, it makes you giddy.

“No, Yang Y/n.” You whisper but he catches it, you two blush as if you haven’t been together for two years.

“Hm, I like that.”

“Yeah. You do? How about we take ‘later’ now.” You suggest, grinning into his neck before sucking and biting.

And for the first time in a long time, you ‘sleep’ in the bed with him. Leaving the things he’s prepared for after your ‘praying’ session.

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Stray Kids reactions to their S/O asking the worm question (っ ͡ᵔ ▿͡ᵔ )っ

Not requested. Just wanted to make this. Warnings: None gen: Fluff All members.

Bang Chan: “Channieeeee” You called out running to him with your phone in your hands. He looked up at you opening his arms. “Whats up?” He asked. “Do you love me?” You asked him. He shrugged. “Of course I love you silly” He said. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You asked with a pout. He smiled. “What? Of course I would still love you” He laughed. “I’d keep you in my pocket :)” He add as he tickled you. “What if I would fall out of your pocket and you’d step on me and I just die?” You asked while laughing. “Y/n no-” 

Lee Minho: “No” He immediately said. “WHY NOT” You asked him with a pouty face. “Worms disgust me” He said while giving you his dead look. “Minho :(((” You whined. “I’d feed you to my cats” Minho said while smiling slightly. “YOU WOULD NEVER” You yelled while playfully hitting him. “aH Y/N YoU BrOke My ARm” He said overdramatically. “And you broke my heart :(” You pouted. “Ah don't be so dramatic Y/n”  -”Says you” 

Seo Changbin: He wasn't sure if your question was serious or not. “If you where a.. A worm?” He asked with a confused look. You nod at him while waiting for his answer. “I guess?” He said. “Love me or don't love me Changbin, say yes or no :(” You said. “No” He said jokingly. “I’m gonna burn gyu” You said while walking up to his bedroom. “NO Y/N WAIT OF COURSE I WOULD LOVE YOU EVEN IF U WHERE A WORM, LEAVE GYU OUT OF THIS”

Hwang Hyunjin:  “Why a worm?” He asked with a quiet disgusted face. “Just answer the question :(” You said. “No you answer mine >:(” Hyunjin whined. “Hyunjin :((((” You whined back at him and pulling on his sleeve. “Fine fine” He sighed. “Well would you?” You asked. “yeh. But I would probably lose you, only to find out that kkami ate you ¯\_( ͡ᵔ ‿‿͡ᵔ )_/¯“ He told you while getting food out of the fridge. “Hyunjin I-’ 

Han Jisung: “Would YOU Love me if I was a worm?” He asked you back. “W-what?” You said while looking at him very confused. “Would you Y/n?” He asked. “Yeah? Of course I would. Would you?” He smiled. “Yes I would :D What If we both became worms? We’d be the cutest worm couple of our whole worm village (✿ ͡> ₃͡< )“

Lee Felix: “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You asked him randomly. He put his phone down and looked at you. “A worm?” He asked you. You nod excitedly. “Yes I would still love you” he said with a smile. “Really?” You asked. He nod. “I would even make you a small worm house and feed you some bugs :)” You had a moment of realization of what your boyfriend just had said. “ ͡⊙ ⍨͡⊙  ehm.. Never mind” 

Kim Seungmin: “I would feed you to birds” He said. You looked at him, not even shocked but still disappointed. “But its me :(” You pouted. “So?” He asked. “I’m your girlfriend” You said still with a pout on your lips. “So?” Seungmin asked again. “Would you really feed me to birds :(” You asked. He smiled. “No I would feed you to birds with love” He said while petting your head. “SO YOU WOULD STILL LOVE ME?” You asked him happily. “Yes. But I would feed you to birds with chopsticks bcs u nasty” He said. “With love?”  -”With love :)” 

Yang Jeongin: He smiled at your questions. ‘Why? Do you wanna be a worm?” He asked. “N-no? Just answer my question i.n :(” He laughed. “No. Because your not a worm and you’ll never be a worm” he said. You pouted. “You just ruined the whole thing :(” You pouted. “what was there to ruin? You asked I answered” he said proudly. You softly hit his chest. “Would you still love me if I was a worm Jeongin” You asked him again. “No :p”