Hyunjin X Versace For W Korea (June 2024)

ೀ⋆ ARGUMENT WITH BF!SKZ — ( texts 💬 )

𓄴 ⋆ when your boyfriend has been constantly making you feel left out so you finally confront them about it ! ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ maknae line x f!reader 𓂅 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. smau, ANGST, mild cursing, arguing, hurt no comfort (oops), mentions of breaking up, why did i get so mad while making these as if it’s actually happening sjjdjs 😭

hyung line ver is here !

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — yayyy maknae ver. complete !! also i’m going to make an eventual part 2 of these since it was so highly requested, lmk if you wish to be tagged in the next parts <3

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ahhh that zb1 ask of the idol crush looking damn good and walking past their table at awards was scrumdillyumptious! perchance, could the same prompt be applied to skz?

Stray Kids When Their Idol Crush Looks Too Good Walking Past Their Table at an Award Show

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Bang Chan

Chan is deep in conversation with the members, but the second you step into his line of vision, he completely loses his train of thought. His mouth parts slightly as he watches you glide past their table, looking effortlessly stunning under the stage lights. He blinks rapidly, trying to compose himself, but Felix nudges him with a knowing smirk. "Hyung, you good?" "Yeah," he clears his throat, sitting up straighter. "I just—wow." Seungmin snorts. "Real smooth." Chan can only chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, but his eyes keep flickering back to you when he thinks no one is watching.

Lee Know

Minho is casually sipping his drink, effortlessly cool as always—until he sees you. His grip on the cup tightens slightly, and his eyes subtly follow your every movement as you pass by. Felix catches him staring and wiggles his eyebrows. "Hyung, you’re looking a little too focused." Minho scoffs, rolling his shoulders back. "I’m just appreciating good visuals." "Uh-huh," Hyunjin teases. "Then why do you look like you just forgot how to blink?" Minho clicks his tongue and looks away with a smirk, but the slight pink in his ears betrays him.

Changbin

Changbin is laughing at something Han said when he notices you approaching. The laughter dies in his throat, and suddenly, he’s hyper-aware of everything—his posture, his expression, even his breathing. "Earth to Binnie," Han waves a hand in front of his face. Changbin doesn’t respond. His brain is buffering as he watches you pass, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. He tries to play it cool, but when you throw a polite smile in their direction, his ears burn red. Hyunjin snickers. "That was painful to watch." Changbin glares. "Shut up."

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was already feeling himself that night—perfect hair, perfect outfit, the whole deal. But the moment you walk by, it’s like his world stops. His lips part, and he sits up straighter, subtly adjusting his jacket as if that’ll somehow make him look more composed. When you glance their way, he meets your eyes for a split second, and suddenly, he’s self-aware in a way he never is. He swears his heart skips a beat. Felix leans over, whispering, "Hyung, you’re literally blushing." "Shut up," Hyunjin hisses, clearing his throat and forcing himself to look away. But inside? Absolute meltdown.

Han

Han is in the middle of snacking when he notices you. Unfortunately, he wasn’t prepared for the way you looked that good. Cue him choking on his food. Seungmin smacks his back, sighing. "Really? This is how you go out?" Han coughs, eyes watering slightly. "I—whew—I wasn’t ready, man." You don’t seem to notice the chaos, just continuing past their table like some ethereal being. Chan shakes his head, laughing. "You’re never gonna survive if they actually talk to you, huh?" Han groans. "Don’t remind me."

Felix

Felix was already enjoying the night, but seeing you? That’s a game-changer. His usual sunshine demeanor turns into something softer, almost dazed, as he watches you walk by. "Whoa," he breathes, eyes locked on you. Hyunjin catches his expression and grins. "Dude, you look like you just fell in love." Felix chuckles, rubbing his arm sheepishly. "Can you blame me?" When you turn slightly and send a small nod of acknowledgment their way, Felix practically melts. His hands go to his face immediately, and he just beams. "Okay, yeah," he sighs. "I’m doomed."

Seungmin

Seungmin is usually the most composed, but even he isn’t immune. He watches you walk by with an unreadable expression, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. The only sign of his inner turmoil? The way he subtly swallows and shifts in his seat. Jeongin grins. "Hyung, your ears are turning red." Seungmin scoffs. "That’s just the lighting." "Uh-huh," Han smirks. "And the way you keep staring?" Seungmin huffs, looking away. "I was just analyzing their stage presence." But the way his gaze flickers back to you immediately after? Yeah, he’s caught.

I.N

Jeongin thinks he’s prepared for anything—until you casually strut past like you own the place. His confidence takes an instant hit. He stiffens in his seat, suddenly questioning everything. Should he adjust his tie? Fix his hair? Why does his hand feel awkward just sitting there?? Felix catches him panicking and grins. "You okay, maknae?" Jeongin lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yep. Totally fine. Just—uh—breathing." When you glance his way and offer a slight smile, he freezes completely. It takes Seungmin flicking his forehead to snap him out of it. "Yeah," Jeongin mutters under his breath. "Doomed."

Felix x Pixie

up all night

vampire!hyunjin x reader

A collection of short stories following the adventures of you and your pet bat.

series inspired by this thought of vampire!hyunjin

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part one. a thump in the night

part two. connected

part three. the truth (un)told

side story

sick day pt. 1 | pt. 2

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dad jisung???

a/n: for my love @chvnnie i miss your face. i hope this does your wish justice. it was hard. also i don’t know how to end a fic lols

jisung as a dad is something you never could have prepared for.

he was more wonderful than anything you could have imagined during your pregnancy - always knowing exactly what you needed, giving you space when you were moody, letting himself take half of the weight as much as he could. he tampered down his own anxiety in favor of addressing yours and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. he even let you squeeze his hands so tight he got bruises during the delivery, and he pranced around telling everyone they were battle scars afterwards.

however, this just meant that once she was born, the anxiety that he had bottled up all came crawling back.

with each day, you relaxed more and more into being a parent, tasks coming naturally to you as if it was ingrained into your brain, while he began second guessing every movement he made.

even now, he’s tiptoeing into your bedroom with barely-there steps, round glasses perched on his nose, holding his breath as he sits behind you on the bed and looks over your shoulder to smile at the baby in your arms.

“hi there, little sprout,” he coos, tracing a gentle finger down her cheek and smiling wider when she opens her mouth and gurgles at his touch.

“she has a name, you know,” you tease, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the baby’s head. you miss the look on his face, but you see when he retracts his hand as if he’s been burnt and scoots back.

you frown as you look back at him to see his bottom lip worrying between his teeth, eyes unsure as they flicker between you, the baby, and the floor.

“hey, ji,” you say, keeping your voice as warm as you can, turning around as gently as you could to face him. “i was just teasing. you know i love your petnames, right?”

“i just,” he pauses, looking down and refusing to meet your eyes. “i don’t want to mess this up. i feel like i’m on the edge of doing something wrong all the time. it’s too important.”

and the silliest thing about this situation is, he’s so good at it. at being a husband, at being a father, at having a family. it comes naturally to him, and if you replaced the second-guessing with confidence he would be sailing through whatever test he’s put himself under.

he’s impossibly affectionate, always telling her from afar that she’s perfect and beautiful, bragging about her to everyone, taking videos of her giggling and making indescribable noises.

he always knows what she wants to eat. always knows just what her cries mean, whether she needs to be changed or she’s hungry or she wants attention, even though they all sound the same to you. knows exactly where to pat her back to make her burp, knows to put her in the right clothes that she won’t be fussy in, knows that in the winter she doesn’t like the heat turned up too high even though it’s cold outside because it makes her too warm. he knows. and yet, he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t.

“you know she’s half yours too, right? you don’t have to fight for her love. she already loves you, just like i do.” you say, not missing the way the tips of his ears tinge pink at your words. “i would say she loves you more than i do, but that’s impossible because i love you too much.”

“no such thing as too much, baby,” he murmurs against your lips as he presses a slow kiss there, leaning over the miracle you’ve created together in the process. when he pulls back, he presses a sure palm to the baby’s cheek, reveling in how she opens her big round doe eyes at him as if she was looking at the sun. if anyone asked you, you would say she was.

“take her for a second?” you ask, gathering her up and depositing her into his waiting arms. “i’m going to go get some water.”

you half expect him to say no, you sit and i’ll get it for you, like he usually does, but he doesn’t. he cradles her like she’s the most breakable thing instead, hands looking impossibly big around her, protective and more sure than they have been since the hospital.

the smile is still ghosting on your face as you slowly sip your water in the kitchen, letting him get as much time as he needs with her with no one watching his actions. even if it’s you.

the sight you’re greeted with when you creak the bedroom door open again is one you wish you could snapshot like a polaroid in your mind; he’s moved to the headboard, legs spread out in front of him and your baby cradled to his chest. he’s singing you are my sunshine to her, a look of pure adoration on his face, the same one you remember seeing when he first met you, when he proposed, at the altar, when he first laid eyes on her in the hospital. his voice is soft and floats around the room, bouncing around the walls and surrounding them in a cocoon of comfort.

“…please don’t take my sunshine away,” he croons, nuzzling his nose against the soft tuft of hair on top of her head. “no one’s ever going to take you away from me, okay? from me and your mom. never.” he swears, wrapping one pinkie around her entire tiny hand. her fingers curl around it, as close to a promise as she can make.

“at this rate, her first word is going to be dada,” you say, making yourself known and holding back your smile at the way he jumps a bit. “she’s definitely going to be a daddy’s girl.”

“is that right?” he says, looking down at her. “are you going to be my little flower?” she gurgles a bit, imitating a laugh, and the way he laughs along with her creates a melody more beautiful than any of the songs he’s ever written.

soft hours