Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 25 - The Producers

After the show, you and Uni made your way backstage. You grabbed his hand, not wanting to lose him in the crush. The gigantic bouncer looked at your passes and let you through, much to the dismay of many fans. Uni waved at them, giving them a brilliant smile. Once backstage, you were spotted by your runner, who led you into one of the bigger green rooms, where you flopped down on a couch with Uni beside you.

Felix and Lee Know appeared, the first of the band to make it through the throng of press and admirers who were already demanding their time. Felix sat down right next to Uni, immediately engaging him in conversation while dabbing the sweat from his brow with a towel Lee Know had tossed him.

Lee Know sat in a chair next to you, handing his towel to you and indicating for you to dry his hair. You stood up and did so, and he put his hands on your hips to steady the both of you as you rubbed the terrycloth roughly over his wet head. He pulled you forward and lifted your sweater a little so he could plant a kiss on your bare stomach as his hands slid around to your butt. "Dammit Minho!" you grumbled, pulling away, leaving him with his hair all ruffled and damp. You threw the towel at his smug face and plopped down next to Uni again, closer this time. If they wanted to play possessive boyfriends, you were going to make them work for it. Uni felt your play - you'd known each other long enough to mostly know what each other was thinking - and he casually draped his arm around you, his black-nailed fingers playing with the hair falling over your shoulder.

Chan, Changbin and Han came into the room. They looked at the two of you and at Lee Know, who was looking back at them with a "can you believe this shit" look on his face. Nobody looked angry - they all had blank expressions - but you could literally feel the unrest. Why are they all in here? There are at least four other green rooms. You felt antsy and stood up, grabbing towels for everyone as they sat around the room. As you passed them out, Chan pulled you into his lap, the skirt flowing around his legs as you sat. You put the towel over his head and he yanked it off, and leaned in to whisper in your ear, sweat dripping from his chin onto your neck.

"Send him home. You're mine tonight"

"But - "

"I don't give a fuck. MINE."

You sighed deeply and pushed off of him, holding your hand out to Uni. "Let's get out of their hair, baby." All the faces snapped towards you at that, and this time a few of them did look angry. "Baby," Han spat mockingly under his breath. You ignored them, just taking Uni's hand and wrapping yourself around his arm, twisting the knife. You'd told them - well some of them - that your relationship was platonic, and they were still acting crazy. And it was crazy! You're not my boyfriends, you thought bitterly. Uni spoke up then. "That was a really great show. I enjoyed it. You guys are something else. Thanks for having me." At that last sentence, he looked at you, trying to hold back his grin. Damn he's good, you thought, unable to hold your laughter back as you dragged him out of the room.

You took him to his car, sliding in beside him for a moment as you hugged him long and hard. "I'm really sorry they were kinda dicks," you mumbled into his chest. "Felix was nice," he laughed. "But it's totally understandable. You're something special, you know. I'd be pissed too if I were them." He kissed the top of your head. "It was fun winding them up, though. I hope you don't get punished too hard." You hit him on the arm with a laugh. "You dick." "Send me pictures," he taunted, giving you a quick kiss before you slid out of the car. "I love you, butthead," you said, meaning it. "I love you too, pretty girl. Call me next time you're in town."

You stood back and watched as he drove the muscle car out of the lot. It rumbled and kicked up dust as he sped down the street. More than a little piece of you wanted to go with him, but when you turned back to the venue door and saw Chan standing there with his arms folded over his chest, you were happy you didn't. Even scary Chan was better than no Chan. You approached him slowly, smiling. "He's gone. Happy?"