Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 44 - The Singer

Having a late dinner with the group was too much fun. Everyone was in a good mood and many jokes were made, causing hysterical laughter in the case of Changbin and Jisung discussing what the Mexican food was probably going to do to everyone. Hyunjin sat beside you and stayed attached to you in one way or another - his hand on your back, or pressing his shoulder into yours, or his finger hooked into your belt loop. He rested his head on your shoulder after everyone was stuffed and had had a couple of margaritas; you could tell he was tired. Felix was already heavy-lidded, and you motioned to Chan, who was sitting on the other side of you, pointing out that the sweet faced one was nodding off. Chan smiled softly, leaning over to whisper in your ear, "You always take good care of us, don't you?"

"Not like you do, Daddy Chan."

He bit his lip with a little grin when you said it, closing his eyes and tilting his head before focusing on you, just a little tipsy. "You better be careful, baby girl. Don't think I won't..." Before he could continue, Lee Know jumped to his feet, his hard thighs shoving the table forward a little, jolting everyone awake.

"A toast!" he yelled. You could tell he was a little drunk too, and he was looking right at you. The rest of the guys raised their glasses, eyes on him.

"A toast..." You can see him considering as he pauses, looking at you through half-closed eyes, swaying a little. "A toast to the best damn tour we've ever had," he hiccups. "Geonbae!" everyone cheers and drinks. Before the whole group falls into shambles, Chan stands up.

"Okay boys, let's go. We've got a show tomorrow!"

You got into the van with Hyunjin on one side of you, practically asleep in your lap, and Seungmin on the other. You turned to the younger man, having noticed he was quiet all night.

"Hey Seungmin. You okay?"

He looks at you, a little surprised.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just a little... "

His eyes mist a bit, and your heart hurts. He's usually not very outwardly emotional around you, so seeing even this small sadness made you want to wrap your arms around him and tell him it would be okay. So, two margaritas running through your blood, that's what you did.

Seungmin, surprised, was stiff in your arms for a moment, then relaxed. "I'm okay, I'm okay," he said quietly, and you released him. Only Hyunjin noticed, reaching his hands out across you, aiming for Seungmin's thigh.

"Seungie, don't be sad, Seungie! She's not worth it," he crooned, but Seungmin artfully dodged his attempted thigh embrace.

"Yeah, I know," he said evenly, scooting back closer to you once Hyunjin had given up and more or less passed out in your lap.

You looked back at Seungmin, who was blushing a little. "Want to get a quick drink at the hotel bar?" you said quietly, not wanting the rest of the loud bunch to hear. "You know, if you want to talk."

Surprisingly, he nodded. You smiled, motioning to the blonde in your lap. "I'll put this one down and come meet you in 10 minutes, okay?" He nodded again, looking shy, but somewhat grateful.

You peeled Hyunjin off of you, leaving him to sleep it off in your bed - he'd insisted on going to your room, and whined loudly when you told him you were leaving, but cooled off when you said you were going to talk to Seungmin. "Poor Seungie. Make him smile again," he sighed, eyes already closing as he snuggled with a pillow.

Seungmin was already sitting at the bar when you arrived. He'd ordered you a drink; your favorite, in fact. "How did you know?" you asked, surprised. "I notice those kinds of things, I guess," he said seriously. "Glad some people appreciate it." You sighed and put your hand on his. "What happened?"