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GUYS I HAD NO IDEA THAT SOME OF THE EXTRAS IN 'BACK DOOR' WERE MEMBERS OF OTHER JYP GROUPS WHAT --
Am I the only one that's super impressed that Back Door got more views in 2 days that Easy did in 2 months? No? Just me?
Btw they're both bops, go stream them (especially on spotify)
"I was crazy for a moment"
- Ex
They deserve love, just like the rest of us.
stray kids are getting a lot of hate now so i decided to make this little thread to show you guys that they're literal angels and don't deserve to be treated like that
#1 they always produce and writes music to help others to go through hard times
they're aware of mental issues and other global issues for example they wrote songs about insomnia, depression and anxiety. there's too many songs that bring up these kind of topics but i will give you a few examples:
#2 chan goes live once a week so we don’t feel alone and so that we have someone to talk to & just relate to
channie's room became a safe space for a lot of fans
#3 not only chan goes live to help stays but the others do too
- hyunjin once asked for stays problems to see if he could give us advice and help us. he even read out a stays concern in english and tried his best to reply in english
- jisung went live to help stays fall asleep by reading a story
- changbin and jisung taught stays how to rap during one of their vlives
- minho goes live to teach fans their choreographies
#4 they support lgbt
- they attended new york pride in 2018 after kcon and met some fans there
- felix and changbin wore nike shoes that were designed to celebrate pride month
- felix talked about his ideal type and included a girl and boy type
*cough* someone's whipped for changbin *cough*
- hyunjin talked about the song "1-800-273-8255" and said that he cried while watching the mv (the mv is about about lgbt and suicide)
#5 they respect everyone no matter what race or skin color
- chan showed us that he's educated on the n word (3racha - p.a.c.e)
- he even said on his recent vlive that no matter your age, race or skin color stray kids concert is a safe place for everyone
#6 they open their hearts to us and show us that they're humans too and even kpop idols sometimes feel lonely just like everyone else
changbin in his solo track "streelight" talked about going through problems without being able to tell someone and encouraged people to trust others and open up. he used the streetlight as a metaphor for how someone may look bright in the darkness but are actually sad and alone.
he even included 'the blue project' in his mv. the blue project is to help raise awareness on mental health, helping to encourage people to open up. the blue plaint was inspired by jayden whyte who painted a tree blue on his parents' farm as a joke. he took his life in november 2018. after his death the blue tree took on a new purpose: “spread the paint and spread the message that it’s OK to not be OK.”
#7 they donate to charities regularly
minho buys his jewelry from korean brand wing bling. the percentage of every purchase is donated to wwf. he helped polar bears and supported snow leopard conservation through that small gesture
he also supports a child living in africa through unicef but the child doesn’t know that he’s an idol. but he said that if the opportunity comes one day he would like to invite that child to watch him perform (arena homme interview with minho&hyunjin - april 2020)
#8 chan once said that he wants to get tattoos but he isn’t because he won’t be able to donate blood regularly
okay but imagine chan in tattoos. we wouldn't survive that 😳
#9 they ended gender stereotypes by wearing unique outfits
they wore crop tops many times and jeongin once said that pink is for boys
#10 they made a series where they give advices to viewers on various topics (honey-tips)
jisung talked about depression (ep.4)
“You don't know what happiness is if there's only light so depression needs at least once in order to know how to recover. The deeper the depression is, the stronger the light will be. The light is definitely there."
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the list is already so long so i will finish it here. i hope this little thread will help you realize that all those hate comments aren't true. they're literal angels and no one deserve hate.
please reblog so more people can see it
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[update] just to make it clear. by haters i did not mean black stays. i meant all those people who used that situation to spread hate on the boys and send them death threats. i believe that educating them is the right solution, not spreading hate :cc
i even saw people bringing back that 'daddy thing' and getting mad at chan, thinking that he's telling underage fans to call him that when first of all he didn't mean to turn it into sexual matter and secondly underage stays shouldn't even know that's a sexual thing 🤡
they really don't deserve that
someone
motivate me to write a jeongin smut.
<-Chanhyunlix->
TW: degrading, nipple play, blowjob, sub x sub stuff, stepping, little humiliation
Heyy this is the part two of the smut I did yesterday so here ya go
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**backstory smut**
"Both of you strip, on your knees and don't you dare touch each other"
The two boys scrambled on to their knees in front of felix, Felix just chuckled at their eagerness,
He looked at hyunjin, and grabbed the boys jaw and came closer, their lips touching,
"pathetic"
Felix mouthed in hyunnin's lip, hyunjin could only whimper
"P-please" chan said wanting some attention
"please what hm?"
Felix nudged his foot towards chan's thighs wanting them to open, when chan obliged and opened his thighs, Felix put the heel of his foot on chan's growing erection, chan moaned in surprise and looked at Felix with furrowed eyebrows, Felix than moved his foot away wanting to give hyunjin attention so he grabbed hyunjin and placed him on his lap, hyunjin let out a gasp
Felix than let his hands wonder the boy's body, his hands going up until he felt something perk up, Felix smirked and grabbed Hyunjin's nipples and pinched, HyunJin let out a moan.
Felix than kept his hand going down to Hyun Jin's crotch area and felt around, there he felt Hyunjin's member, soaked in pre cum, so warm and hard from all the teasing. He then got a wonderful idea
"Channie? Can you suck jinnie off?"
He looked at chan drool everywhere, hair messy,
He only nodded but forgot felix's leg on his cock, so when felix didn't get the answer he wanted he stepped chan's cock harshly with the heel of his shoe, looking dead in his eyes, "y-yes please" chan managed to get out
"Good"
Felix grabbed hyunjin's legs and harshly spread them with chan being in between them, hyunjin let out a scream like whine because of the harsh treatment, and looked down to such a beautiful sight, where he finally wanted to Dom someone, chan staring at his crotch, drooling, waiting for Felix to start, he licked his lips, not until Felix interrupted him with a pinch to his nipple, he let out a surprised moan
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Chan snuck his hands up hyunjin's sweat pants catching the waist band and pulling it all the way, now hyunjin was in his boxers, chan started palming him through the material, hyunjin let his shoulder fall back, but Felix grabbed his chin and faced it downwards forcing him to look at chan,
"Look at him when he's taking your tiny little dick down his throat ey?"
Hyunjin let out a moan and listened to Felix, looking down at chan now licking his dick through his boxers, teasing him as much as possible....
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Heyy guyss so I'mma leave a cliffhanger because my offline school started and I don't have time to rest so I hope you understand ❤❤❤
Sorry again I couldn't complete it, il hopefully learn how to make a masterlist and put all of the parts there
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Hyunjin these days??
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[12:08] being prince!hyunjin's tutor wasn't the easiest job in the world, unlike you had expected it to be. after all, he was part of the royal family, raised to be polite, well-rounded and a suitable heir—and that's exactly how you assumed the young prince would act.
but that definitely wasn't the case. hyunjin was just so annoying. sweet and kind, no doubt, but annoying. he had no desire to learn, instead preferring to spend his days frolocking outside in the castle gardens or, if allowed, taking a carriage through the village just to "see how his people were doing", as he had commented once. whilst you could understand that being cooped up in a castle with the weight of a future kingdom on his shoulders was bound to ebb away at his motivation, it definitely didn't make your job any easier.
you leaned against the pillows of his bed whilst you waited for him, reading a book you had read a thousand times before. it was one that hyunjin was supposed to read too, but he'd barely registered five words before he started whining that he wanted you to do it instead. granted, it was very interesting, and in the time it had taken you to get through half the book with hyunjin (he kept losing interest at random points and requesting that you restart the chapter) you had already memorised every line of dialogue, every twist and turn—so much so that you could probably perform it to hyunjin but, of course, you would never dare embarrass yourself like that.
it wasn't until the bed sunk beneath you suddenly that you realised that hyunjin had entered the room. you'd been so swept up in the main character's inner conflict that you'd barely noticed. he groaned, "jousting is the worst."
"why is that?" you asked, not bothering to look up from the book, but still unable to concentrate on whatever the main character was now thinking. something about her conflicting adoration and hatred for the love interest, you guessed.
"because the horse doesn't listen to me, and when you fall off you fall straight into mud. not to mention i keep dropping the-"
the horse doesn't listen to me. his words echoed in your brain for a few seconds as you tried to distinguish between what he had said and what you were reading. straight into the mud—
"hyunjin!" you interrupted his tale, throwing your book to the side and ushering him off the bed.
your sudden realisation was correct; the dirty armour he was wearing - which went unnoticed by you before - had stained massive patches of mud on his white sheets. you turned back to him. "the maids are going to kill me for letting you do this." you pointed a finger at his armoured chest. "then they're going to come for you."
hyunjin laughed and folded his arms across his chest. "why do you always treat me as though i am a child?"
you rolled your eyes and moved over to the bed, beginning to strip the sheets and get them washed before the stains were irreversible. "because you are a child."
"yes, but so are you. you are only a year older than me, may i remind you."
"a year older and your tutor," you replied. "i have the responsibility of looking after you and teaching you, therefore i have authority and you must respect me."
you heard a clatter as he dropped something to the floor, followed by a clash of metal. "and i will be your king in little time."
"yes, well, you're not just yet."
the dirty sheets were now a bundle which you scooped up into your arms. just as you turned to make your way over to the laundry basket, hyunjin stepped in your way. he'd shed himself of his armour and now wore a loose white shirt and black trousers.
"you're my tutor, and thus you serve me."
you tried to ignore how close the two of you stood, but it was difficult when you now could see the tiny specks of dirt on his skin and the mole beneath his eye that you'd never noticed before. he seemed like the only person who could be caked in multiple layers of dirt and grime and somehow pull it off.
"and you're insufferable."
"that's no way to speak to the person you serve."
"i'm not serving you right now," you said and thrust the pile of sheets into his arms. "do your laundry yourself. i think it's a skill that the future king should have," you added.
there was a quirk in his lips. for a second, you thought he was going to argue back. your prediction was immediately disproved when he pivoted, crossed the room and dropped the sheets into the laundry basket.
he faced you, smiling this time. "good enough for a future king?"
"good enough for a peasant boy," you said, half words and half scoff. "now you have to actually wash your laundry, not just get other people to do it for you."
he wrinkled his nose disapprovingly. "i'd rather learn to cook."
"that can be arranged. i'll take you down to the kitchen and ask the chef to teach you how to make a soufflé."
"a what?"
"dear god."
you nudged his shoulder with yours as you passed him and lead him in the direction of the kitchen. his reading would have to be discarded, but you supposed that was okay if it was in favour of teaching him life skills.
being hyunjin's tutor would never be easy but, luckily for you, you liked a challenge.
Hyunjin: You know what? I think I'm getting really good at taking constructive criticism.
Chan: Oh that's cool! So about your dancing earlier—
Hyunjin: *already crying* Go ahead,
Operation Miroh
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pairings: hwang hyunjin x oc
summary: A string of murders lead Detective Yang Nami down the winding streets of Seoul’s maze district, searching for the Vampire Slayer. But what happens when her digging leads her far closer to home than she could have ever thought? What happens when it’s someone she’s supposed to trust?
Prologue
There are lots of rules when it comes to vampires.
First, they must be invited into a house before they can enter. I'm not entirely sure why--they aren't usually portrayed as the most polite of people, not when they're plunging their fangs into your neck and sucking you dry. But it's a rule, and they have to abide by it.
Second, they must avoid certain things such as sunlight, garlic and anything remotely holy. Supposedly, it's because they're devil incarnates and anything too potent or bright or religious can harm them. I just think it's because they have weird allergies. Kind of like how I'm allergic to oranges, which is really inconvenient because they look like they taste good. It sucks.
Finally--not that it's the last rule, but it's the final most obvious one--they can only be killed by certain methods. Some of these include the use of silver, fire (they're insanely flammable), decapitation and a stake to the heart--the most famous and popularly used of them all.
All of this is purely hypothetical, of course. Just myths formulated by people with better things to do than tell stories of bloodsuckers and the threats they pose to us poor, helpless prey.
At least, that's what I thought.
I had read enough stories and watched enough movies to know the basic rules about vampires, but not enough to blindly believe my boss when he told me they're real.
"You're kidding, right?"
He's kidding. He has to be. Maybe he's crazy, or maybe this is a prank.
I searched Captain Park's face for signs of amusement or maybe some sort of twitch--a crack in his demeanor to tell me that he wasn't being serious. His face remained completely flat.
I glanced around the room for cameras, wondering if I was on some kind of prank show, or that one TV program What Would You Do?. It would have been a really shit prank, because I was definitely not buying it, but you never know. Maybe they'd run out of ideas. I might have been payed more for not falling for something so stupid.
The same security camera that had been in the office since I began working there blinked back at me, red light flashing. I'd seen security footage from it before--for a security camera at a literal police station, you'd think that it'd have better resolution. Apparently not.
Which meant it wasn't a prank show, at least not one that valued it's camera quality. Which meant my boss was crazy.
He stared at me silently, not bothering to answer my question. Yep, definitely crazy.
"I'm serious, Detective Yang." He did look serious. Since when did he start taking acting classes? I thought. I mean, I took drama for 3 years and even I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face after spilling that level of bullshit.
"So you're telling me," I said, picking at my finger nails, "That not only there's been a series of killings around this area, but that they're all down to Vampires."
"A Vampire. And yes, we don't know for sure, but that's what it looks like."
"And what evidence do you have that it's a-" I waved my hands around in the air, as if summoning some common sense for the man. "-An actual Vampire and not just, I don't know, a regular serial killer. Which would be so much easier to deal with."
He clasped his calloused hands together and leaned back in his chair. He had an air of distaste surrounding him as if I was the one who was speaking crazy, but maybe that was because he always looked like he'd just smelled something revolting. Wrinkled skin scrunched up unlike the smooth sheets of paper stacked on his desk; lips pursed as if he'd sucked on a lemon for four hours; small, black eyes squinted despite the large, square glasses balanced on his nose. He had a habit of looking down on people even though he was 5'6 at most. Most people would describe him as intimidating but, to be fair, most people hadn't been told by him that Vampires exist.
"I understand your disbelief." Yeah, no shit. "I, too, was skeptical at first. But the evidence I've been shown convinced me that this is no joke. I know you like to believe that we humans know everything about our world, but the truth is that we simply cannot. You're going to look into this case whether you believe it or not."
Fighting to ward off the compelling urge to sigh and tell him again how stupid this is, I nodded curtly. "So I just have to find this..." God, I can't believe this is actually happening. "...Vampire. And bring them in."
A failed attempt at a smile passed over his stern features. He must have thought he'd won. "Precisely. I'm glad you're picking up on this."
"Can I think about it over the weekend and get back to you?"
I definitely would not think about it and I definitely would get back to him--to tell him that I was absolutely not doing it.
But of course, the universe seemed to be against me all of a sudden. Or maybe it was just him. "No, you can not," he stated plainly. "I've given you this case and you must take it. It's that simple."
"But Sir, there are loads of other Detectives who can do this job. I'm sure there are more... believable cases you can give me," I argued, trying my hardest not to sound in control and totally not like I was pleading him.
He leaned forward and his chair whined under his weight. "You're right." Wait, really? "There are plenty of other Detectives who can do this job and do it far better than you can. However, I am asking you to do this, and like the fair and just man I am-" (I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at that one and, instead, just stared at the side of his desk). "-I will give you a choice: You do this case or you're out."
"Hold on," I began, gaze snapping up from the corner of his desk to those hard, black eyes, "I'm out as in... fired? For real?"
He nodded nonchalantly, not a word slipping past his thin lips. You have to be kidding me.
"That's ridiculous. This entire thing is ridiculous."
"I'm giving you a choice. Make it." He shrugged.
It wasn't really a choice, just the illusion of one. I'd worked under this man for two years by that point. He knew how much I loved that job and all that it meant to me. He knew how much I threw into it. He knew everything I'd given up to be there. And now I had to choose between discrediting my career with a Vampire hunt or losing it altogether. Options, options, options.
"You know what my answer is already."
The corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk. "I do." He reached for a pencil with a sharpened, pointy edge and twirled it around his fingers. "But I want to hear it from you."
God, I hate this man. Trying to hide my seething rage, I gritted my teeth and swallowed. "I'll take the case."
He barely reacted, just continued to play with the pencil. That doesn't mean I didn't notice the triumphant, cocky glint in his eye, though. "You are more like me than you think, Nami."
I looked at him curiously. That couldn't possibly be true. The only similarity that we shared is both working there, and we didn't even do the same job. So yeah, apart from the massive age gap, gender difference and literally everything else about us, we were totally the same.
"How so?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer or not.
"We're both intelligent, dedicated, hard-working." And not the slightest bit modest, clearly. "And like me, you know your place in this world and you will stubbornly defend it." He dropped the pencil onto the desk and it landed with a muffled clatter, then rolled until it hit a framed photograph of him with who I could only assume were his wife and two children. It reminded me that there must have been some remnants of a kind, young man beneath his cold, commanding demeanor--in the worst way possible, though.
He reached over to pick up a file and flicked through it until he settled on a page. I watched as his eyes scanned the paper. Just as I thought he was about to provide me with some tangible evidence of the wild claims he'd made that meeting, he spoke; "You are dismissed."
I found myself glued to my seat, my limbs weighing me down like anchors. "That's it? Are you not giving me a file on this?"
He glanced up from what he was reading for a brief second before continuing. "I'll email the main pieces of evidence to you digitally. You will be given a file tomorrow morning, once all of the necessary data has been compiled."
I didn't reply. Was I supposed to leave just like that? This man had told me that he thought the serial killer rampaging our region was a Vampire and that he was willing to fire me if I didn't take the case, all in the span of 30 minutes. And I was supposed to just soak in all that information with barely an ounce of explanation or evidence? Apparently so.
Hesitantly, I stood from my chair. A searing pain shot through my back, reminding me that I'd been sitting in a wooden chair for the past half an hour.
Captain Park regarded me for a second as I crossed the room. Hand on the doorknob, I faltered, waiting for him to say something, and when he didn't, I left the room, shutting the door behind me as gently as possible--despite the desire to slam it in frustration.
It was almost dark by the time I got home. The cerulean blue sky was stained with bright white dots, and the streets were bathed in the orange, artificial glow of the streetlights. With flushed cheeks, a running nose and icy hands, I fumbled with my keys until my apartment door unlocked, making a mental note to take a scarf or gloves in to work the next day.
I had stayed later than usual that night, finishing off any write-ups and looking through evidence relevant to a few other cases. After the meeting, I hadn't seen the Captain around, but that was for the best. I might not have been able to control my instincts for much longer.
Warmth swept through my body as I stepped in to the living room. I discarded my satchel on the floor and shrugged off my coat, folding it over the back of the couch. It was unusually empty and unusually quiet. Just as I went to search the apartment, a voice sounded from behind me.
"You're home late."
I whirled around to see Soyeon, leaning against the threshold where the living room and kitchen met. Her blonde bob was pulled into a short ponytail, revealing her pointed chin and signature smirk.
"I texted you," I said.
She retrieved her phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen, the blue light illuminating her face. "Oh, you did. Sorry, I didn't see. My phone is being weird at the moment."
"You gonna get it fixed?"
"Eventually."
I rounded the couch and plopped onto it, the cushions sinking beneath my weight. "Where's Jeongin?"
"In bed," she answered, following suit, "I think he has a cold."
"You should have told me, I would've brought some soup."
She waved her phone in the air as a reminder. "Again, dodgy phone. And it's alright, I got some anyway."
"Stupid school kids," I grumbled. I sighed and sunk further into the couch. Soyeon glanced over at me, concern gracing her features. "Bad day?"
I chuckled humourlessly. "Weird day."
"Not allowed to talk about it?"
I faced her and nodded. She repeated the action without a word of protest. It was different at first; Soyeon was always so eager to be involved in every part of my life, and when I told her that I couldn't disclose information about the cases I was working on for legal reasons, she got upset. But after a while, she understood that it was out of my control.
Instead, she extended an arm out to me. I shuffled closer and pressed myself into her side, inhaling her familiar scent of acrylic paint and chai tea.
"You must be tired," she mumbled.
I hummed in response, unable to muster up the energy to force words out. Her head leaned on mine, the way it always used to, except this time was an act of friendship rather than romance.
With every passing moment, my body grew weaker and my eyelids heavier, and after a while, I was unable to resist the tempting call of sleep.
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Insecure
Summary: Quick VERY short story about Hyunjin x Black fem reader at a fashion show and reader gets a little insecure and jealous of his close relationship with Donatella Versace and he reassures her that she doesn’t have to worry about losing his attention or him to anyone.
Authors note : Hi my first imagine in a longgggggg time so please cut me some slack this is all over the place because it was off the top of my head so enjoy my mess :)
No smut,insecure reader,Kissing,Light touching,fem reader, Black reader, possible talk of smut
He hugged Donatella and then Anne for what felt like an eternity and you stood posing for pictures awkwardly not knowing how to stand showing your face here already made you anxious after what happened in the media when the world found out about you and Hyunjin after being in the shadows for about too years not because of Hyunjin but because you where insecure.
“Looks like i have competition …’’ you say to Hyunjin as he slides beside you wrapping his arm around your waist cameras flickering and flashing,his name being shouted over and over paparazzi begging him to face in there direction
Currently we where at a fashion show Hyunjin was invited by Donatella Versace herself to attended and of course he was going to except who wouldn’t really but he was only allowed to come alone due to his managements advice of not having me “Distract him” but against there will he brung me anyways and I happily attended with no hesitation not wanting to skip out on being able to wear the custom Versace gown he had secretly got done for me a while back. The black gown fitting neatly over my curves with a low hanging v cut in the middle and a backless chain on my spin made me feel irresistible but i also felt a twinge of insecurity and maybe jealousy of how close Hyunjin got with Donatella forgetting i was even around but it may have just been from my past experiences of all ways being left out.
“What agi ? (Baby in Korean)” Hyunjin says through his teeth while smiling at the camera
“Nothin .. just something stupid .. Donatella really likes you ?” I say to him as he waves over to his fans is and placed his hand on your bare lower back pushing you along down the red carpet
“Y/N .. please don’t start this right here agi’’ leaning over into you he kisses my ear and rubbing soft circles along your warm brown skin he did this when he knew where the conversation was going or when he didn’t want you upset anymore
“Im not tryin to start anything I can’t help when i feel like this thats why i try to keep it to myself.. So never mind enjoy your night ” you say pouting you finally making it to your seats and getting comfortable
Before you could say anything else you noticed Hyunjin flexing his jaw this situation was agitating him but he tried to keep a gentle look on his porcelain face he didn’t say a word then suddenly he grabbed the bottom of your chair and pulled you closer to him making your dress fall off your legs a little soft brown skin peeking through your silt on your dress as you crossed them. Your leg falls over his lap and you can’t help but shift nervously in your seat as some people start to stare he smirks to himself before rubbing his ringed fingers softly over your thigh you give him a once over look and can’t help but smile a little at his sudden gesture of love. He was always like this with you in matter where you were or who was around he liked to subtly and sometimes not subtly reassure you, you where his world and his life and the same when for you. 
Leaning in closely he rubbed his nose against your cheek lovingly cameras flashed and for the first time today you didn’t mind..
“Jinny .. i feel like a child when this happens .. I can’t believe im acting like this over a older women .. it’s okay if you hate me ” you say in a whisper over the loud music playing models heels click on the runway Donatella and the others sitting beside you both trying not to look at your private yet not private display of affection
“Don’t .. don’t do that agi ..you know how i feel about you Y/N I’ve been dating you for too years in secret might i add because I wanted to respect how you felt about going public even though i was dying to show you off ” he says looking over briefly at his manger who’s signaling him to stop the pda but he turns back to you and his hand goes a bit higher now under the dress rubbing your hip
“ I know I know and i respect that your always a gentleman, but I’m scared ill lose you’’ you say to him holding his jaw in your well manicured hand his skin looked good with your black glitter acrylic nails
“Agi .. just because i take my attention off of you sometimes doesn’t mean I’m gonna leave but if you want me to i can remind you like i did last night’’ he says his eyes looking up at yours innocently with that teasing smirk then back down at your glossy lips
You lean in and close the space kissing his pink lips gentle he smiles into the kiss playfully pinching your thigh briefly you giggle in joy of not just the affection but the words he said to you before the kiss. Pulling away you peck his lips again and again making him laugh as well you both being more enticed by the thought of being in the news in the next hour you don’t stop still holding his chin you kiss all over his face leaving lips stick stains to match is black suite nicely before you could continue his manger was sitting behind you both whispering to stop.
“Sorry i got carried away I mean look at him’’ you say to his manager with a small laugh trying you wipe off the lipstick stains on his face but Hyunjin grabs your wrist gentle stopping you
“No no .. leave it’’ He says his thumb rubbing soft circles along your wrist
“ Why ?” You say with a puzzled expression
“Cause then everyone knows im yours and you’ll have no more reasons to be insecure” he says with a smile on his face lightly slapping the side of your thigh bitting his bottom lip this man was going to be the death of you

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