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Han Jisung Imagine - Home Sick

Synopsis: A surprise from Jisung can help cure homesickness

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 590

It had impressed Jisung how many stuffed animals you had. However, the real shock was how Han Quokka wasn't your favorite, but you assured him none of them got more love than others. They all had designated days in your bed. It was only fair.

You wanted a lot of teddy bears as a kid, and now you're an adult with spending money to make up for once lost childhood dreams. This led to the 25 stuffed animals scattered around your room. They all were special and signified different phases of life. All your skzoo's are new just like your relationship with Jisung.

"Y/n! I'm here with Bbama." He calls out as he closes your front door. You come in the living room to greet them giving special attention to Bbama since you never met him before. He was a very energetic, fluffy dog, so he must be young. He seemed to like you, so you pet him lots.

You and Jisung have decided to cook dinner today, which is mainly you doing the cooking and him assisting, but you love it, nonetheless. You decided to make something from your childhood as you spent a lot of time eating traditionally Korean foods with Jisung. You never mind because it was nice to enjoy new things or even things you've tried before and enjoyed. As long as you had food, you were satisfied, but the coming of your birthday without your family meant you were homesick. You needed some part of home.

Your mom had sent you some gifts which included snacks and some ingredients to make some simple meals. As well as, a blanket from her room. It smelt just like her. It was the most comforting smell in the world. Never wanting it to lose it's smell, but you know that is unrealistic.

"Babe this dinner is great! I never had this before. What's it called again?"

"Yeah, it's called lasagna. It's really good and typically a family meal. It isn't the healthiest, but we made a salad on the side so that is enough." You both laugh and shrug about it. It was a nice candle-lit dinner. You seem to have forgotten about Bbama until Jisung mentions feeding him and opening his bag.

"Ah what kind of food does he eat?" You ask, looking in his bag as he grabs the dog food when you see a woman's perfume in there. What's that about?

"Why do you have ladies' perfume in your bag?"

"Oh yeah! I bought this for you. It's the scent your mom wears. I had to open it because I got it from a sus website had to make sure it was actually it. Here smell it." He passes it to you and walks away to feed Bbama leaving you there to stare at him. He remembered? You mentioned it to him a while back before dating him.

You teared up a little as you opened the box and sniffed the perfume. It was perfect. How did he know? Did he spend hours searching for it? Did his mom wear something similar? Either way he found it and for that you were so grateful. You went up to him and hugged him from behind.

"I see you like it?" He questions as he prepares Bbama's food. You nod, head resting against his back. "I love you so much Jisung. This is the nicest thing someone has ever done for me."

"I would do anything for you. Honestly, I just hope it makes you happy."

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Skz Drabble — Hyunminsung

Author’s note: Idk what this is… I just thought about it. Might delete it later 🤷🏾‍♀️

It was something about summertime that never hit the same for you. Even with you being somewhat content most of the year; it bought out the worst of your depression. You hated the warmth and sweating. It was uncomfortable.

It reminded you that life is and will always be changing. Nothing is forever. Your childhood was over. The long days playing in the sun were past due. The only thing that reminded you of your childhood was the air conditioner sound.

You laid under it every summer. Listening to the sound of the machine blow air, it was soothing to your spirit. Often lulling you to sleep with how simple it is. Jisung has joined you in relaxing under the air conditioner. The tears you shed minutes ago gone. He had his arms wrapped around you as you both stared at the ceiling.

“Do you ever miss being a kid? Like elementary school?” You ask him.

“I do. Life was simpler then. I didn’t have to pay any bills or worry about anything. I was just going to school really.“ he says twirling your hair around his index finger.

“I wish I could somehow combine being an adult and child. I want to be carefree and less insecure like a child, but I, also, want to be independent and loved like right now.” You admit to him.

He rubs your cheek. Nothing was said just the lull of air flowing. “I wish that too. I just want to be happy, so I’m glad I’m an adult now.” He tells you as he interlocks your hand with his. “I wouldn’t be happy without you guys.”

You smile at him and nod. You wouldn’t be happy without them either. Jisung, Minho, and Hyunjin made you the happiest woman in the world. They were your boys, and it was always entertaining to be with them.

Minho and Hyunjin enter the room and immediately lay down next to you guys in bed. “Hey babies. What y’all doing?” Minho asks.

“Just venting about growing old.”

“Ah we should listen to 19 then” Hyunjin suggests. You all laugh and shake your head. “I thought it was a good idea..” he mumbles, embarrassed.

You pat his head gently, “no it was a good idea. Just not the right mood for right now.” You felt warm inside knowing that you can just cuddle in bed right now. No one had to be anywhere. It was perfect. Just them, you, and the sound of the ac.

You tried to pull Minho closer, but he was heavier than you expected. “Does the baby wanna be smushed?” Minho coos at you.

“Yes. I am sleepy..” you admit softly. They all inch closer with you in between Jisung and Minho. Hyunjin was next to Jisung because Minho always slept on the edge.

You felt warm as they enclosed you in. You tried to listen to them talk, but it was pretty useless. Within the next ten minutes, you were sleeping.

“Look at them. So sleepy and cute.” Jisung coos as he brushes your hair back.

“I know right. It’s like the air conditioner has melatonin in it.” Minho jokes as they all laugh.

“I’m glad we make them so comfortable. They deserve a little reminder of their childhood even if it’s just sleeping right under the air conditioner.” Hyunjin concludes as they get comfortable themselves. Might as well take a group nap.

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Request from @min93y

Skz Drabble — Alone (MinChan)

Author’s Note: this is a self insert but also a very specific one. Lots of it is my personal story from losing a parent. It’s hard sometimes; I’m here for anyone who needs it. Love you guys 🫶🏾

Wordcount: 1,617 (maybe I got carried away 😭)

Warnings: mentions of polyamory/ polyamorous relationships, descriptions of depression, loss of a loved one, a full bladder, suggestive at the end.

It was one in the afternoon. Nothing special about today; it was simply a Sunday. The birds chirped, the sun shined, and the wind blowed as cars came pass. Simple.

Yet, you lay in bed. Bound to bed by the leaps and bounds that is the world. You feel your heart getting heavier. You were triggered by the music playing in someone’s car as they drove pass. Your mom loved that song.

Now the tears won’t stop flowing. Your mind won’t stop going. Running and running trying to dodge all your problems. You fall back onto the bed covering your face as if that stopped the sobs that escaped you.

Sobs. For someone who only wanted you to not cry as their last wish. The pain of missing them and the guilt of not following their wishes keeps you wanting to do nothing but remain under the safety of your hands. So you do. You lay in bed with your eyes covered for a while.

Overthinking for a while. Would my mother be proud of me? Even on your best day, you aren’t the same person with your mother. Less motivated… less confident. Would she hate the person I’ve become? You lost the spark. Sometimes you debate on what you keeping going for. Is she even watching? Does it truly matter? You won’t get anything from her. Nobody else cares.

You eventually lay on your side staring at the window. Just clear, beautiful skies in view. The perfect juxtaposition to the mood inside your apartment right now. Dark, sadness looms over you. It’s been years. At this point, you should be fine right? Wrong.

Everyone applauds you for keeping it together. ‘Y/n is so strong’ ‘without my mom I don’t think I would make it y/n is an inspiration’. Unbeknownst to them, you are falling apart alone. You never let anyone know, never let anyone in. They all have too many things going on in their lives.

You had been in bed for way longer than expected at this point. It has been hours of overthinking and crying: a repeated cycle. You felt dehydrated, like your bladder was gonna explode, and exhausted. Yet, you remained in bed. In fetal position, you felt the safest from the world.

You were soon asleep. That’s why you didn’t notice Chan and Minho enter. Chan used his spare key. You hadn’t answered any of their messages or calls for a few days now. This was not normal; this is the longest slump you’ve been in since before you met them.

Normally, you can pull it together after a day. Possibly a few hours even. Three days you have spent at home now. You were convinced you would lose some of your skin complexion.

It was a mess in your house besides the living room. You kept the living room clean to keep appearances from neighbors. The kitchen had a stack of plates in the sink and the garbage was full. The bathroom had lots of tissues from crying on the sink and filling the garbage can. Also, some make up removal wipes because you tried to do your makeup at one point.

When they reach your room, they are prepared for the worst. Nerves eating at them and it showed on their faces.

“What if she’s not alive?” Minho whispers to Chan.

Chan shakes his head. “We’ll deal with it the best we know how..” He opens the door and is relieved you’re just sleeping. The light snores from your body alerted them immediately. Minho lets out a breath he was holding and holds his chest.

Your room: the most dirty of it all. Tissues, energy drink cans, water bottles, lots of plates and bowls, clothes on the ground, hair ties and jewelry just spewed about. The only jewelry missing is the necklace you always wear still on your neck.

“Maybe we should help clean? She doesn’t seem.. okay” Minho suggests. Chan simply nods. He is worried about you, and the condition of you and your place are concerning. Your house is normally rather clean, and you would be up doing some kind of studying or chores. Midday sleeping? Not the typical.

Chan takes on the bathroom cleaning the skin and shower first. While, Minho decides to focus on your kitchen. He starts with the dishes and counters. Chan was going to clean your bathroom mirror, but he saw the affirmations you wrote on it. ‘Tomorrow will be better’ in red lipstick. You weren’t doing okay… his suspicions were right.

Minho decided since the dishwasher was going and the counters were clean maybe he could clean the fridge and stove. The stove required little scrubbing. In the fridge, he found minimal things. Some soup, drinks, eggs, and fruit. The soup he recognized as something you mentioned you loved a lot as a child. Did you make it to feel comfortable? Did it work?

After they both cleaned the floors, they decided to clean your room. They were the most nervous about this because they could wake you. Minho gathered the garbage in a bag since he had taken all the dishes out earlier to put in the dishwasher. He could easily take the garbage out as well. It was part of the kitchen. Chan decided to do your laundry. He took the time to read every clothing label to sort and wash them correctly. They couldn’t clean the floor without waking you, so they decided to wait on that part.

You woke up to the sound of Chan and Minho talking somewhere. You didn’t even connect the dots yet. You groaned as you woke up. You didn’t go use the bathroom before sleeping now you felt the worst stomach pain ever.

Minho was alerted immediately and came to the room.

“Y/n-ah are you okay?” He questions, getting a little close to the bed.

“Can you help me to the bathroom, please?” You beg him. He immediately lifts you out the cover to which you moan in pain. “I’m sorry..” he mumbles. You shake your head. “This is all my fault. Let’s make this quick.” He hustles and helps you to the bathroom. Chan is also watching as you almost immediately go when your on the toilet.

He sighed. “I told you about holding in your piss!” You shrink a little. “I know I’m sorry Channie..” He was going to lecture you, but he hopes the pain is a lesson enough. You go to wash your hands afterwards still in pain. The pain takes a while to subside; it was actual torture and discomfort.

Chan carries you to the living room and sits you on the couch. Here you are between Chan and Minho as they both look at you. You have been exposed. It was a hard to even say anything. The men who you had been seeing were upset with you.



“I can- I can explain.” You stutter out as loud as possible. They nod in an agreement. “Go on.” Minho beckons.

“I.. I’ve had a hard few days. As you both know, I am without both my parents. My mother being the closest to me. I have just been reminded of her so much, and it hurts. Listening to the songs she likes, smelling the perfumes she wore, seeing people who look like her, and the worst of all is when I watch someone die in a movie or show. I can’t do it. My heart is too weak.” Chan rubs your back gently as he holds one of your hands. Minho wipes the tears you didn’t feel fall as he holds your thigh.

“Y/n.. we’re your boyfriends. Why not tell us? We were in the dark about you, your physical and mental state, and that is scary for us.” Chan softly spoke.

“I am prideful.. I can’t be weak even to the people closest to me. You guys always give me so much credit. Meanwhile it is so fucking hard! I take so long in the shower because I can cry in there without you guys seeing me. I just don’t want to worry you guys either. You’re super busy and going through things on your own tha-“ Minho cuts you off. He normally doesn’t interrupt, so you’re immediately confused but attentive.

“In a relationship, we are supposed to be there for each other 100% of the time. If the person needs something, you should be able to balance them. It is three of us. Please don’t feel like you have to be alone in anything. We love you. We care for you. We will always want to hear your concerns and troubles. Don’t do this again.. please.” You could see the concern and sadness on their faces. They actually want that from you. They care about you.

“I’m sorry to worry you. I will try to put my pride aside when it comes to you guys. It will take some getting use to. I know I messed up, but I love you guys too. I don’t want to lose you.” You cuddle closer to Minho and pull Chan in too. They cuddle you smiling softly.

“Our hard-headed girl” Chan pats your head and laughs. “Literally. Also, our messy girl. You’re welcome for cleaning.” Minho rolls his eyes as he says that. “Thank youuu. Sleepover?” You ask excitedly. “Sure let’s get the bed ready.” Chan says as he gets up, stretching his arms and back.

Minho taps you for you to get up and stands up. “Don’t worry we’ll be gentle tonight. You have done enough crying already. As long as you feel satisfied, we can do whatever.” He says, winking and grabbing the towels out the dryer.

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Jeongin Imagine — Birthday Party

Synopsis: pregnant! Yn x father! Jeongin

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 609

With you taking on the responsibility of carrying a life around in your belly, Jeongin has not let you worry about anything. All the nights spent in pain, tears staining your cheeks as the kicks and aches got worse: Jeongin was there. He did everything he could to always be there.

He was a working man; you knew who he was beforehand. You never expected him to be as present as he was. He got you every late night craving, every baby supply you “just had to have”, every matching outfit that looked good in his eyes. He spoiled you just as much as before. Your closet not even big enough for all the previous gifts let alone new matching outfits.

It was nice to feel taken care of in times like this. Jeongin guaranteed he would be able to care for you and manage his career. He was becoming a leader and father. Now more than ever you were depending on him because you aren’t working.

You didn’t do much of anything besides nesting. It was late in your term, and you were busy getting the nursery ready and planning Jeongin’s birthday party. You didn’t expect to see a set of cupcakes in his hand as he returned from work one day.

“Innie did you get my message- what’s the cupcakes for?” You questioned, eyes sparkling and mouth watering. You had a giant sweet tooth now that you were pregnant.

“These are for you..” he hesitated as he put the cupcakes on the counter and checks his phone. You smile and take a picture of them. “Wow innie. What is the occasion?”

“It’s your birthday babe. How did you forget?” He chuckles lightly, rubbing your back gently. Is it..? It can’t be. You check the calendar and laugh. It really is your birthday.

“Wow babe. I guess with your birthday coming up and the babies due date coming up.. It slipped my mind.”

“Planning for my birthday and yours is coming up is wild. Did you want to blow out the candles on some cupcakes? I bought two candles that say 26” He says reaching out his bag.

Candles. Fire. To build something new you must be-rid of the old. Fire was one way to do it. Fire was powerful and strong. Just like you.

You nod quickly, “it’s tradition babe. We always blow out candles at my house. It’s the way to bring in the new age. It’s only right.”

He lights the candles and begins to sing happy birthday in his own joking matter. Holding your hands as he embraces you tightly, he didn’t care about anything else right now just you. The light of his life. His babies all here in his arms.

At the end of the song, you blow out the candles and he claps. “How do you feel my love? Do you feel any older?”

Honestly, you had felt like an adult long before now. There was no difference besides time. You had been managing life on your own with several ups and downs. One of the ups being Jeongin and your baby.

“Oh boy I felt older before now..” You signal to your feet and back. “I appreciate this so much babe. You know how to make a girl feel special.”

“I mean.. I got you to have my babies and marry me.” You both laughed before you playfully hit his arm. “Jeongin!”

You always knew Jeongin would be the man you wanted to have children with. Highschool lovers turned newly engaged college students to married soon to be parents. Wait.. babies?

“Babies, Jeongin?”

He gave a weak, nervous smile. “Surprise…!”

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