Stray Kids

Reactions: When You Wear Lace [Part I]

[A/N]: A bit 16+ here. Minors, DNI (do not interact). 

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Bang Chan: 

You sighed after you came into the room, brushing your damp hair with your fingers. You walked out of the bathroom, the steam from the shower escaping the room. 

You plopped yourself down next to Chan, who was on the bed with his laptop sprawled out in front of him. You grabbed the hoodie strings and played with them, earning a chuckle from him. 

"What you doing there, baby girl?" He asked, chuckling at you. 

You shrugged. "Did you pick a movie or show yet?" You gave a fake pout, as he shook his head. 

"Nah, I got distracted while I was waiting for you," he ran his hand through his hair, letting out a light chuckle. 

You glared at him in mock anger. He reached out, throwing the hood over your head and pulling you closer. 

"Channie!" You squealed, play-fighting his grip. 

He hummed innocently, laughing at you as you tossed the hood off your head. When you did, he caught a glimpse of your lace bra strap. He bit his lip, swallowing and suppressing his thoughts before he smiled at you. 

"You okay, Chan?" You asked. "Baby?" 

He nodded. "Anyway, let's pick a movie. What about that K-drama you wanted to watch?" 

Lee Know: 

"Dori!" Minho called after the youngest cat, his strong arms scooping her up in one quick movement. 

He set her down gently next to her food, petting her head. 

"Hey! (Y/N)!" He called, his tone changing from cat dad to loud boyfriend. 

"What?" You called back, tying your robe as you walked into the room. The sound of your slippers shuffling across the tile floor made him look up. 

He forgot his words as he looked up at you. The light from the other room shone through the sheer fabric of your robe... leaving little to the imagination. Lee Know could see your lace panties and the very obvious fact you were not wearing a bra...

"Babe?" You asked, tilting your head at him. 

He shook his own head, clearing his thoughts. "Ah, right. Did you want breakfast?" 

Changbin: 

"Are you ready yet?" Changbin asked, twirling his keys around his finger. 

You nodded as you rounded the corner, dressed in running shorts and a loose T-shirt. He asked you countless times to join him at the gym, and usually, you'd say no. But today, he talked you into it... With the promise of good food afterward. 

"Did you get your garage fixed?" You inquired, tilting your head at him. 

He deadpanned, shaking his head. "No, I forgot. But they said it'll take like a week before someone comes to inspect it." 

You nodded. "Well, let's do it manually then." You reached up to grab the garage, standing on your tip-toes. 

He went to do the same, but his eyes lingered on the lace that rested on your hips. Your shirt had risen up as you rose your arms above your head. He could see it clearly- and it was a dark red color too... His thoughts wandered to whether or not you were wearing the matching bra...

"Changbin!" You called, snapping him out of it. "Come on! I thought you wanted to be there by 10 am." 

He nodded, reaching up and pulling the garage down in one swift motion. You let go as the garage rounded its hinges and shut with a loud thud. 

"Thanks, dwakki," you winked at him, pecking his lips before getting in the car. 

Hyunjin: 

"(Y/N)! Where is my paint?" He whined, a fake pout on his ever-plump lips. 

You shrugged. "I don't know, baby. Do you want help looking for it?" 

He nodded, giving you sad puppy dog eyes. 

You chuckled as you stepped into his art room. You looked in drawers, on the floor, in the various piles he had strewn about. 

You eventually went to go look on the higher shelves. You wore one of his old shirts - the neck part cut in a wide "U" shape. It hung off your shoulder, revealing a dark green lace bra. When he looked up, his words got caught in his throat. 

The short shorts you wore didn't help his thoughts either. He knew you liked to tease him by wearing mismatched sets, and his mind went into a frenzy of guessing what color you could be wearing. 

"Jinnie? Hello?" You called, waving the paint tubes in front of his face. 

He snapped out of it, grabbing your hand. "Oh, thanks, angel. Here, let me help you down." He stood up, and in one swift movement, lifted you off the table and into his arms. 

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Mmm, you smell nice today." 

He hummed. "You look beautiful today, as always." He countered. 

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