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BANG CHAN ⊠SKZ CODE Ep. 73
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I just love him so much đ
Came back to life just to say that
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Cross My Heart, I Didn't Love You



Bangchan x Gn!Reader
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The words left his mouth too easily. Too quickly. Too carelessly.
"I donât feel that way about you."
There wasnât a hesitation, not even a pause to consider the weight of what he was saying.
It was final.
A death sentence to the hope that had been blooming inside of you for years.
You knew you shouldn't have confessed. You knew, but knowing didn't stop the ache spreading through your chest like a wildfire you couldn't put out.
It took you a moment before you could swallow. Hard. "Oh."
Just that. Oh.
What else could you say?
You thought you'd cry, thought the ground would crack open and swallow you whole, but all you could do was stare at him.
At the face you had loved for so long.
The eyes that held galaxies but not you.
The lips that had spoken so softly to you, teasing you, laughing with you, making you believe- making you think - that maybe, just maybe, you had a chance.
Chan shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-I'm sorry. I didnât mean to-"
"You did," you cut in. Your voice was steady surprisingly, even though your world was crumbling. "You meant it. And that's okay. I just...I just needed to hear it."
Chan frowned, looking like he wanted to say something, but what was left to say?
What could he possibly offer you now?
Nothing much, if anything at all.
"We're okay?"
You nodded.
Chan couldn't think of anything so he blurted the first thing that came to his mind.
"Cross your heart?"
"And hope to die." You mumbled quietly, biting back the tears at the truth in those childish words.
You wanted to be swallowed whole. You felt humiliated.
But Chan couldn't do anything about that.
And you knew that.
So you did the only thing you could do.
You smiled. Forced. Hollow.
"Itâs getting late. I should go."
He didnât stop you. Didnât reach for your hand or ask you to stay.
And that was how you knew.
There had never been anything to hold onto in the first place.
You didnât cry until you were alone in your apartment, in the suffocating silence of a place that suddenly felt too big and too empty.
You had spent years orbiting around him, letting him be the gravity that pulled you in, and now- now there was nothing.
Just a vast, aching void where something warm used to be.
Your fingers trembled as you reached for your phone, for the thread of messages filled with inside jokes, late-night ramblings, voice notes of him humming random melodies he was working on. You stared at his contact name, thumb hovering over the chat before you pressed down.
Youâre still my best friend, right?
You deleted it before you could send it.
Because you already knew the answer he was going to give.
And a part of you realized that the answer he would have given, would just mess up your equation.
Chan...didnât think much of it at first.
The confession, the way you left-
It was awkward, sure, but he figured things would go back to normal.
You were strong. Resilient.
You had always been able to brush things off, so he convinced himself youâd bounce back and your friendship would be back to normal.
But then you didnât.
The next day, you didnât reply to his texts.
The next week, you were suddenly "too busy" to hang out.
The next month, you started pulling away, and Chan- idiot that he was- thought it was just temporary.
That you just needed space.
Then came the excuses. The half-hearted responses. The messages left on read.
And for the first time, he started to feel something close to regret.
It hit him during one of the late nights at the studio, the kind of night where exhaustion blurred the edges of his thoughts, making everything feel heavier.
He had just finished mixing a track when he caught himself opening his phone, out of habit, scrolling to your contact.
He paused. The last message was weeks ago.
Hope you're doing okay. We should hang out soon. Miss you.
Unread.
Chan sighed, rubbing his hands down his face. He didnât understand it. This wasnât how it was supposed to go. You two were supposed to laugh it off, move past it.
You two were supposed to still be us.
But you werenât.
And he was starting to realize maybe that was his fault.
Maybe if I had tried explaining instead of just leaving Y/N to handle my rejection on their own...
He let himself fall back into his chair, staring at the ceiling.
A sick feeling settled in his stomach, twisting, tightening, but he shoved it down. He wasnât sure why this was bothering him so much. You were his best friend. You had always been there, always been his safe place. He didnât need you to love him like that. Why would you want someone like him to love you like that?
And why did the thought of you not loving him at all suddenly make it hard to breathe?
You forced yourself to move on. Or at least, you tried to.
It wasnât easy. Not when everything reminded you of him. The coffee shop where you two used to sit for hours, him hunched over his laptop while you doodled on napkins.
The convenience store where heâd grab extra snacks just because he knew youâd steal half of his. The stupid, little things you hadnât realized were stitched so deeply into your life until they were gone.
Until he was gone.
But what choice did you have? Staying in his orbit was only going to break you further, so you cut yourself free. It was the hardest thing you had ever done.
But it was also the only way you could survive.
Months passed.
Chan told himself he was fine. That you were fine.
But then, one night, he saw you.
Not through a screen. Not in passing. But there, across the room at a mutual friendâs gathering, looking different and yet exactly the same. Except this time- this time you weren't looking for him.
You weren't making a beeline to his side like you used to.
Instead, you were laughing at something someone else had said, eyes bright, lips curved into a smile that he used to think belonged to him.
And suddenly, he wasnât fine.
He wasn't fine at all.
Because he realized, too late, that he had been wrong.
He did feel that way about you.
He had just been too blind to see it.
And now? Now you were gone.
Chan sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers tightening around his drink as he watched you from across the room. He thought about going over, thought about what he could possibly say.
"Hey, remember when I said I didnât love you? I think I lied."
He laughed bitterly to himself. Too late.
Too late for that.
He had told you he didnât love you.
Cross his heart, he thought he didnât.
But if that were true, then why did it feel like he was the one suffocating now?
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You know, I wish for a lot. But if just one thing in my dead crustacean of a life could come true, it would be somehow miraculously knowing him.
Am I dramatic? I think so
BANG CHAN ⥠SKZ CODE EP. 69
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Hi.
Iâm awkward and my life has done a lot of sucking since before I started this account but especially after that.
Being here makes me so happy đ
Thank you for following me even if I donât upload much đ„čâ„ïž
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hii! i saw that your requests were open (:
can I request a hyunjin x fem!reader (highschool au) where itâs finals season and reader is stressing tf out, and hyunjin tries to help her out + comfort her and stuff?
A/N: YESS! I have such a great idea for this now. I hope you like it :))) Iâm not particularly great at advice about studying because I was fully a delinquent who did not give 2 shits about my grades BUT I HOPE I DID THIS JUSTICE!
Your chest always felt a little tight when you were stressing about something. Breaths were a little harder to take but you didnât notice because you were too preoccupied. Worrying as the minutes counted down to the exams that decided huge parts of your future.
The hours of hunching over your desk gave you pain that felt like nothing in comparison to the ache in your shoulder from a bag full of books so heavy you looked at it twice sometimes because it was shocking you could carry it at all, let alone 8 hours a day.
Safe to say, you were exhausted.
Everyday felt like it went by in a blur of papers flying everywhere around you. Though it sucked, a little light in your life was your beautiful loving boyfriend. His sass, his smile, his ability to fall asleep absolutely anywhere made you so happy. He made you laugh and he helped you work through so many emotions.
To see him for even an hour everyday gave you more comfort than anyone else could.
And thatâs exactly what you needed today. Your brain was at peak stress. It was coming to a point where you would reread the same paragraph 5 times and still not understand what was on the page. It was almost lunch and as you walked to the meeting spot, he wasnât there.
He should be here. His class was close to this place.
You stood there confused for about 10 minutes before you decided to call him.
He picked up, âHey, Iâm so sorry Iâm running late. I had to help tutor this girl in my class.â
âOkay but hurry, Iâm hungry,â you replied and after he apologised again, he hung up.
The headache you had was only getting worse and considering you hadnât been eating properly, you were kind of weak now.
As he got to you, he saw how tired you looked. How you were leaning on the fall entirely for balance and how heavy your bag looked. He came over and took your bag from you gently before seating you at a nearby bench.
âAre you okay? You look sick,â Hyunjin looked so worried.
You shook your head a little, âjust busy studying. Iâm a little tired.â
He took out a juice box, your favourite flavour and gave it to you in hopes it would help with your lack of energy.
âPlease stop overdoing your studying. Youâre so smart and you score so well every single time.â
âI just donât want to fail. Or barely pass even. Itâs so hard to get into good universities after,â you rested your head on his shoulder. His worry made you a little sad but also, you felt so loved.
âYou know what? Iâm going to help you more from now on. I will be calling you, 3 times a day to eat with me on calls and once weâre done, we can study together.â
You looked at him with confusion, âbut you donât even need high grades and stuff. Youâre an idol trainee.â
âIâll manage my time to help you. Even if itâs just a little bit. I canât have my favourite person in the world struggling out here, all alone,â he sighed dramatically.
It brought a smile to your face when he said that. He was always dramatic to cover the nice things he did for you. But you loved him more than you could put into words.
From then on, he helped you with your studies. He would find out what you were struggling with and while you revised something else, he would learn whatever was hard for you and then later teach it to you. It felt like such an efficient system.
You would eat together, study together then nap for a bit to be fully rested.
His help did get you amazing grades in the end.
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Iâm kind of feeling like writing (skz fics) so if anyone has requestsâŠ
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A bitch is back (kind of)
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I loved them but they are so hard
đ I have no comments.
TY FOR THE TAG
(I did this then forgot to post it now its been like 7000 years :D)
Type âI loved them butâ and click the next recommended words to fill in the rest
I loved them but they are all over it and they donât deserve to be a good person
Huh
Tags: @justagremlinoncaffeine @anxious-alyssia @imqueerandadeer @half-shadowgalra
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i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i've known for over five years / i am an only child
Thank you for the tag lmao
Open tag-
@3rachasninja @skz-codeeee @bunnychangbin
I'll just start a new thread because the other one was too long, thank you for the tag @g1ven-taken
iâm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i donât often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / iâve never dated anyone / i have a best friend iâve known for over five years / i am an only child
I'll tag: @hongjoongspoetry @ppprimary @kitten4sannie @thecarnivaloflies @orshii @jjoongstar @hwasbbyg
#tagged#tag game#thereâs a lot I use to do but donât now for reasons I refuse to tell you#so that tag was a waste of time đđ#I can cook. I donât like it. I just do it.
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I love randomly seeing old skz pics
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May skz solo stans get rocks for Christmas and realise that even the members will hate you for not liking the other members âš
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Iâm still not ready to watch the railway mv.
I keep seeing teeny clips.
Iâm not ready.
I will have a heart attack.
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I was drawing while talking to a friend :bbb
Open tag, reply if you want ;)
Letâs play a game
Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say âI love youâ but found this instead :)
Your turn!
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Why did this come together so perfectly? Its so greatt đ
I love your writing âđ»
Their Reaction to Your Spotify Wrapped



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in honor of wrapped day!!! this idea came when talking with @axel-skz one of my fave friendships made in 2024. i hope yall enjoy cuz it was hella fun making this.
Warnings: Slight suggestiveness, Slight cussing, mention of afab! reader (ovulation), mention of pornography (in a joking manner).
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Chan
The minute you pulled up your Spotify Wrapped, Chan was leaning over to be nosy.
"I bet it all Stray Kids." He said, as the animations started playing." You gave a small nervous laugh, knowing that it wasn't going to be them.
"And I was rig- Billie? Eilish?" His face froze. "Billie Eilish, Tyler, the Creator...Stray Kids. We're third?" His brows furrowed and the corners of his smile twitched downwards. "Oh..." His voice was defeated and he looked at you with unreadable eyes.
"Yeah! Isn't that great! You guys are in my top five!" You said pinching his cheek lightly, trying to brighten the look painted on his face.
But it was no use since he was already spiraling.
"So do you- well, is it our music? Do you not like it anymore? Is it too repetitive? Or is it my production? Should I switch things up- like should I make more ballad? Add more orchestral elements? Or maybe-"
"Chris-"
"-more collabs? Maybe Billie would be open to- are our lyrics not deep enough?"
"Christopher-"
"I think maybe we need less-"
"CHRISTOPHER BANG!" You shouted through a fit of laughter.
He pulled back in surprise and looked at you with eyes as wide as saucers.
You took your hands, placing them on either side of his face. "It's not you or the boys, baby."
"Then what was it? Why weren't we number one?" He asked with a pout.
"You're third because I live with you." You lips upturned and Chan searched your face. "I don't need Spotify to listen to Stray Kids. I've got the worlds best producer humming in my ear while we fold laundry and wash the dishes. Billie and Tyler don't do that."
His lips parted into a sheepish grin, a small "hehe" slipping out of his mouth as his face scrunched into a boyish excitement.
"You think I'm the best producer."
"Without a doubt." You replied, kissing his cheek softly. "So stop overthinking. What matters is that your my number one where it actually matters."
Chan's ears flushed pink when you said those words, and he surrendered, opting to cuddle next to you on the couch as you turned on the TV.
"Alright..." He said as you clicked on a random drama. "But I'm still going to add some features on our next album. Just for you."
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Minho
"Y/N. You're a virgin."
You sputtered on your tea, getting it on to the pages of your book. "And?! What does that have to do with anything-" You asked as you turned around to see your boyfriend dangling your phone like it was contaminated.
Your Spotify Wrapped illuminated the screen.
"Minnie-" You reached to snatch your phone but he held it out of arms reach, his eyebrows raised in mock incredulity.
"What the hell are your top five songs Y/N?! CupcakKe?! Unironically?!" He looked at your screen. "Deepthroat...Its Hard to Say I Love You, parentheses, while you're sitting on my face...Slob On My Knob- and another CupcakKe song, Y/N are you trying to manifest something?! Because this is not the way!" He said in horror.
You gave up trying to reach for your phone and crossed your arms and huffed. "As my friend always says- celibacy either leads to being asexual or a freak. Its a closed way of thinking but can be rather true sometimes..." You muttered, turning away to hide the blush creeping up your face.
"I'm shocked." He said, looking through the songs again.
"Why? It's art."
"Art. Art? Stray Kids is art, kitten. Wanting to eat dick but not wanting to fuck up your nails so - and I quote - 'i pick it up with chopsticks' is not art. Thats basically audio porn."
"More like audio smut."
"More like absolutely fucking terrfying." He said looking at the rest of your wrapped in morbid curiosity. "Where do you even listen to this freakiness? At the gym? While cooking? In public?"
"Sometimes..." You said shrugging and deciding to own it. "Its empowering."
Minho dramatically handed your phone back to you, giving you the longest and hardest side eye ever. "Your a completley different person. I've never been more afraid of you in my entire life. And I've seen you drive."
You took your phone, his words giving you and idea.
A devious smirk lit up your face.
Minho watched you in curiosity as you set your phone down. "Baby..." You started to laugh, heading to the living room. "What are you plotting-" Your eyes zoned in on the Alexa and Minho's eyes widened as he replayed his words.
"Alexa-"
"Baby no-"
"Play Drive by Stray Kids"
"Jagiya no-"
"Now playing Drive, by Bangchan and Lee Know-"
"Alexa no! Stop don't play that!"
"-feel the heat inside. Baby, baby we gon' do this day and night-"
"Enjoy your own art, baby!" You said kissing, him which in habit he leaned into before yelling at Alexa frantically.
"Alexa! Stop! Cancel- Delete Y/N's existence!"
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Changbin
"So..ITZY is your number one?" Changbin asked you, an unreadable look on his face as he stared at your phone. "Then NewJeans, TWICE, Blackpink, and aespa?"
"Yes..."
"And Stray Kids didn't even make it to your top five?"
"Yes...?"
There was a moment of silence, and Changbin looked up at you.
Your heart thudded in your chest, and your mouth felt dry. "Are...are you mad?"
Changbin set your phone face down and stepped towards you. "Mad? Mad?" He asked, his voice slightly elevated.
You opened your mouth to say something- to apologize or ask him to not be too angry but instead you were shocked when he trapped you in a hug and lifted you; spinning you around in a tight hug.
"I'M ECSTATIC!" He said, setting you down, and almost vibrating from happy energy. "Why would I have reason to be upset?"
"Because you weren't on my top five. Since your my boyfriend I thought that would make you-"
He shook his head, placing his hand out and closing his eyes. "Its a sign." He said in a philsophical whimsy.
"...What?"
He opened his eyes looking into the distance romantically. Then extending his arms in a dramatic flourish he painted the picture.
"You like girl groups. Meaning you're clearly meant to be with me."
You looked at him in a confused wonder.
"Think about it. I'm the ultimate baby girl. ITZY was number one. Who is close to ITZY? Me, Seo Changbin, your boyfriend. Subconciously, your soul has been telling you I'm the one for you all along." He said looking at you with a cheeky grin.
That made you laugh, your nerves leaving you.
"Binnie I think that has to be the most unhinged logic I have ever heard!"
"But it makes sense. The music reminds you of me. The energy scream 'Changbin'." You could almost imagine the sparkles around his name. "Cute, charismatic, adorable. The visuals- the duality. Me. Changbin." He looked at you with an exaggerated smolder.
He pushed you onto the couch gently, attacking you with tickles.
"Bin- you're- riDICuLOUS-" You squealed, as his fingers flew around you.
"No I'm not!"
"DelusionAL-"
"Never!"
He strengthened his attack until you could barely breathe you were laughing so loud- wondering why you thought someone like Changbin would be upset at something so meaningless.
"Even if I was, you would love me nonetheless!" He stopped his tickles, he blew a rapsberry on your neck and peppered you face with a few kisses. "And you'd have to deal with it 'cause your stuck with me forever."
"Forever?" You asked, a radiant smile on your face as the last of your giggles died out.
"Yes forever." Changbin replied, plopping down on top of you, planting one last firm kiss on your lips. "ITZY said so."
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Hyunjin
"Beethoven? BEETHOVEN?"
Hyunjin looked at you, his jaw nearly on the floor. When he asked you who your most listened to artist of the year was, he wasn't expecting to hear a classical composer leave you lips.
"Yes. Beethoven. Followed by you guys."
"N-n-n-n-no. No. Nope, no. Nnnnnn...nono." Hyunjin said shaking his head. "Run that back."
"Beethoven then-"
"Y/N-ah." He said with a serious look. "You mean to tell me...Beethoven- an old dead guy - was favorite over the band your loving, hard-working ALIVE and BREATHING boyfriend is a part of?!" His eyes narrowed in disgust.
"Well if you put it like that-"
He flopped dramtically onto the couch. "How am I supposed to tell the guys you chose a decomposing man who sits there- uh...metaphorically- and collects streams; over your boyfriend and his bandmates who work day and night, through blood, sweat and tears." He throws his hand over his forehead. "Its such a disgrace."
"Hyunnie, I think that Beethoven would have words for you if he was here." You say through a chuckle.
"Well he may have words for me, but I have no words for you." He said huffing dramatically, zoning in on Kkami who was sleeping peacefully. Hyunjin stands and scoops him up, burying his face in the poor, startled dog's fur.
"I can't believe you and your dramatics." You say walking up to him and putting your hand on the top of his head.
"C'mon Kkami. It's just me and you now buddy. We're boycotting Y/N-ie."
You rolled your eyes, letting out a snort. "You're a drama king, Hyunjin." You said, your eyes trailing to Kkami who looked between you and Hyunjin in an unconcerned sleepiness.
"Y/N clearly doesn't love us anymore."
Kkami looked at Hyunjin, then looked at you and then back at Hyunjin, then cocked his head; almost as if he understood the absurdity of the situation.
"You're insufferable." You flicked your boyfriend's nose, and stole the dog from his arms. "Beethoven is my study music. It helps me focus."
"So you're saying we're distracting?" Hyunjin takes Kkami out of your arms. "Don't talk to me or my dog ever again." He flips his hair and buries his face once more in the small dogs fur, the later shooting a look that seemed like an SOS.
"You're being so extra." You sat on the couch, patting the spot Hyunjin occupied only a minute ago.
"Oh, am I?" He asked, lowering himself next to you, a playful pout on his lips. Kkami immediately rushing towards the far end to resume his nap.
"Unbearably so." You whispered against his lips. "And for the record, Beethoven doesn't make songs that make me want to cry like 'Cover Me' or songs I want to scream at the top of lungs like 'God's Menu'."
"You really like Cover Me that much?"
"Mm. Obviously."
"Fine, fine. I forgive you. But only because I'm way to pretty to hold grudges."
You roll your eyes, but can't help the smile that forms.
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Han
Han peered over your shoulder, his eyes widening as he looked at your Spotify Wrapped.
âY/N... baby, angel, love of my life...this... this...is your Wrapped?â he asked, a mix of disbelief and amusement in his voice.
You glanced at him, not anticipating the reaction. âYeah, itâs my Wrapped. Whatâs wrong with it?â
Han let out an exaggerated gasp.
"Jagiya...Taylor Swift? Olivia Rodrigo? Sabrina Carpenter?â He placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head in mock disappointment. âYouâre telling me Iâm dating someone who has these as their top artists?â He blinks at you.
You blinked at him back incredulously. âWhatâs wrong with that?â
âEverything!â Han said, his voice playful but slightly elevated. âI thought you were cooler than this, Y/N! Youâre too good for this mainstream pop stuff. You deserve better! To think you've never experienced more than that bubble...my heart is breaking."
You couldnât help but chuckle at his intense reaction. âI listen to your music as well! Besides...I like what I like? Why do you care so much?â You retorted.
âBecause,â he said, suddenly serious, âIâm trying to help you, babe. Spotify Wrapped is like a doctor basically, it gives you a diagnosis. Youâre... basic. Heartbreakingly basic. I'd be okay if you had at least one quirky artist but your last artist is Playboi Carti which knowing you, you played his music on repeat while you slept so your wrapped could seem at least a little cool."
You let your eyes land anywhere but him, knowing he clocked you on that one.
"Iâm going to save you from this madness.â
You raised an eyebrow. âAm I really that boring?â
Han shook his head, his expression turning playful again. âNo, no. Not boring, just undiscovered. You could be listening to something way cooler- something with depth! Iâm dating someone who only listens to pop queens when you should be out here vibing to underground, avant-garde...I donât know, maybe like, 90s rock or something? You seem like you could rock with that to be honest?â
â90s rock?â you echoed, trying not to burst out laughing.
âYes! You need to broaden your horizons!â Han continued, clearly loving the moment. âIâm not mad that Stray Kids arenât number one, I mean, thatâs whatever, you literally can have a private show whenever you want. BUT Iâm honestly a little teensy weensy upset Iâm dating someone with such a copy and paste taste. Come on, babe! I expected better! Especially when you're dating a member of a band that has a wide range of talent. I mean you can literally ask me or any of the guys and you'd get a shit ton of different recs. You have an entire library of musical knowledge at your disposal. That's like having 100 flavors of icecream and choosing vanilla.â
You grinned, poking him lightly. âOkay, I get, I get it. But just so you know, you're still number one in my life, even if its not represented in my music choices."
Hanâs eyes sparkled as he leaned in, ruffling your hair with a grin. âIâll fix that, donât worry. Weâre going to go on a musical journey. Iâm making you a new playlist. And I'll have the rest of the memebers make you playlists as well. Youâre going to listen to some cool stuff, baby, and by next yearâs Wrapped, youâll be so hip that even Iâll be jealous.â
âIâm not sure Iâm ready for that,â you said, laughing. âI kind of like my basic pop playlists.â
âWell, you will like my playlists,â Han said confidently, leaning back with a smug smile. âTrust me, love. Iâve got you covered. Youâll thank me later, once you realize just how much better music can be than the top 40."
You laughed, shaking your head. âAlright, alright, Iâll give it a shot. But only if you donât judge me when I still go back to my pop queen playlist sometimes.â
âIâll never judge you,â Han said, giving you a sweet smile. âIâm just here to help you reach your full potential as a music lover. Open your world up a bit. Change your life.â
You poked his side playfully. âYouâre so dramatic, but I love you.â
âI know you do,â he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss your forehead. âNow, get ready to say goodbye to those mainstream artists and hello to your new musical future.â
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Felix
Felix is sprawled on the living room floor, legs stretched out in front of him as he pulls up your Spotify Wrapped on his phone. His excitement is palpable- eyes glowing, lips curved into a soft smile.
That is, until he starts scrolling.
âBaby,â he says slowly, his voice gentle but undeniably concerned. âWhy is âMeow Meow Meow Meowâ your number one song this year?â
You blink at him from your spot on the couch. âBecause itâs a bop?â
âA bop?â he echoes in a strained tone, as if the words physically pained him. He turns the phone to you, the incriminating title glowing on the screen. âItâs literally just someone meowing to 'What Was I Made For'. Why not just listen to the original version?â
âActually it's AI.â you reply, in a matter of fact tone. âAnd because itâs genius. I love cats, and I love Billie. Win-win."
He tilts his head, blinking at you like youâve just confessed to a crime. âUm...okay. Maybe Minh-hyung would like it, I guess? âSkibidi Toilet, Minion versionâ? Why is that number two?â
You shrug, trying to suppress a laugh. âItâs catchy.â
âCatchy?!â Felixâs mouth falls open as he sits up straighter, his freckled face a picture of disbelief. âDo youâŠdo you listen to this unironically? Like...for your enjoyment rather than being funny?â His voice hold even more concern now, it wavering slightly.
âI guess you'll never know,â you reply smugly.
He groans, laying back down and holding your phone way above his face. âLet me guess, number three is-â He cuts himself off with a noise thatâs somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. âTen hours of washing machine noises?â
Now youâre laughing, tears forming in your eyes as he glares at you. âItâs calming!â you explain between giggles.
âAnd whoâs number four?â He face morphing with increasing horror. âLaufeyâŠcat version?â
You shrug again, biting your lip to stifle your amusement. âItâs Laufey but, you knowâŠwith meows. Itâs cute!â
Felix places the phone face down on the floor, pinching the bridge of his nose like heâs fighting a migraine.
âAnd finally, number five. Letâs see which masterpiece you deemed worthy to round out this absolutely deranged top five.â
The moment he reads it, he freezes. His expression morphs into something unreadable- equal parts betrayal and comedic disbelief.
âKSI,â he mutters, his voice flat. He sits up slowly and releases a breath. âBehind⊠the washing machine and cat Laufey.â He releases his words with a click of his tongue.
You canât hold it in anymore, bursting into uncontrollable laughter as he stares at you like youâve just kicked his puppy.
âYouâre number six, though!â you manage between gasps, tears streaming down your face. As you joined him on the floor.
Felix clasps his chest, like your words physically hurt him. âSix?! Y/N, Iâve cooked for you. Iâve baked brownies. Iâve stayed up late listening to you rant about coworkers! And Iâm sixth place? Under meme songs? I mean your entire wrapped in a compilation of memes. I'm surprised Symphony didn't make it on there.â
âItâs not personal,â you tease, wiping your eyes. âItâs just Spotify.â
âJust Spotify?â he repeats incredulously, propping himself up on his elbows. âI sing you to sleep on facetime, Y/N. I text you good morning and good night every single day. And youâre telling me I lost to Skibidi Toilet?â
You crawl onto the floor next to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. âItâs okay, Lix,â you coo, planting a kiss on his cheek. âMaybe next year youâll beat the washing machine.â
âOh, Iâm beating it,â he mutters, determination flickering behind his eyes. He grabs his phone, pulling up his notes app. âIâm writing a song that will sound good with Cat AI. With a bridge. And a rap section. And violins. There will be no way you won't like it."
You double over with laughter, and Felix canât help but grin despite himself, his pout softening. âYouâre lucky I love you,â he mumbles, pulling you into his lap.
âYouâre my most listened to, most loved, and most wanted in real life, Lixxie.â you assure him, smiling up at him sweetly.
Felix sighs, but leans to kiss your forehead anyway. âYeah, well, I know that.â
"Then why do you look so down, hmm?"
"Because I'm concerned, I might need to find you a therapist."
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Seungmin
You sat on Seungminâs bed, tapping through your Spotify Wrapped with a satisfied grin.
Just how you thought it'd be. Predicatable, but represntative of how your musical year went.
You were minding your business, about to share your results to insta when Seungmin sat himself on the bed next to you, snatching the phone from your hands.
The moment he saw the screen, though, Seungmin let out a surprised huff.
"Ateez?" he said slowly, his voice tinged with amusement and a slight possessiveness. You knew how he was when you stanned other Kpop groups. You had been with him for a while, of course you knew. âOh, I get it now. Youâre one of those people."
You sat up and looked at him. "What do you mean one of those people?"
Seungmin shrugged. "Its okay, you can admit that you like bands that perform like they're auditioning for a Korean rendition of Magic Mike."
Your eyes widened, but before you could protest, he fell back on the bed, holding your phone up like a damning piece of evidence.
âDonât even try to defend yourself, Y/N,â he continued, the smirk growing on his lips. âThis Wrapped is telling me everything I need to know. Itâs basically the modern-day Rorschach test you know; and what itâs screaming is that youâre letting your ovulation and hormonal spikes curate your playlists. I bet youâre one of those people who stream music videos on mute, too, arenât you? Just vibing to the abs and body rolls in crop tops.â His eyebrows quirk in curiosity.
Your jaw dropped as you threw a pillow at him, but he dodged effortlessly, tossing your phone onto the bed carelessly.
He quickly got up, maneuvering himself so he was in front of you.
âDonât act so scandalized.â He leaned closer, his dark eyes glinting with mischief, as you leaned back slightly. âYou can admit it- you like watching them dance half-naked on stage, huh? I mean, who wouldnât? Factually speaking theyâre...talented.â he said, dragging the last word with exaggerated emphasis. âReally skilled performers. Without a doubt. But itâs cute. Youâve got a thing for guys showing a little skin. Itâs very...telling.â He gave you a small, smirk.
You fell back on your elbows, your face warm from his teasing, but Seungmin wasnât done. He shifted closer, hovering inches above you, the bed dipping under his weight as he planted one arm beside you, effectively caging you in. The other hand rested on your waist.
âBut hereâs the real question,â he murmured, his voice dropping lower. âIf youâre so into that, what are you doing here with me? Fully clothed, tragically modest... just a genius who writes incredible music and doesnât need to flash his abs to be appealing. What a shame for you, huh?â
The corner of his lips twitched upward as he leaned even closer, the air between you charged. âTell me, Y/N,â he whispered, his breathe tickling the shell of your ear. âDo I need to take my shirt off to compete with them? Or should I just show you what real...talent looks like? Would you like that?â
"I..." Your heart was nearly leaping out your chest, a warmth overcoming your body as Seungmin spoke. You couldn't deny how flustered you were.
"Listened to them for 1000 minutes? How 'bout I double that. You'd enjoy every second."
Your breath hitched, you, nearly caving in; but before you could respond, Seungmin nipped your ear lightly and sat back with a sly grin, leaving you flustered.
âAh, I was right. Hormones. But don't worry,â he said lightly, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. âIâll forgive you for now. But only because I find it hilarious that my perfectly curated playlists are competing with your...uh,..primal needs?â He shot you a wink, his smugness on full display.
And just like that, he stood up, stretching leisurely as if he hadnât just thrown you into emotional- and hormonal- chaos.
With that, he walked to the door, pausing to glance back with a knowing smirk. "If you ever get bored of half-naked performances let me know. I'm here, fully clothed yet still 10 times more attractive. I could teach you what good taste in music looks like. Iâd hate for your Spotify Wrapped next year to be just as embarrassing.â
He winked again, blowing you a kiss, disappearing down the hallway, leaving you a flustered, blushing mess on his bed.
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Jeongin
You handed your phone to Jeongin, proud of your Spotify Wrapped results. âLook! Stray Kids is my number one artist.â
Jeongin barely glanced at the screen before freezing mid-scroll. His eyes darted back up to meet yours, wide with disbelief. âWait... what?â
âStray Kids is my number one! My boyfriend is my most listened to artist!â you repeated, grinning like it was the best news he could hear all day.
But Jeongin, to your utter confusion, looked horrified.
âNo, no, no,â he muttered, shaking his head as he sat back on the couch. âThis...this is all wrong. Utter sacrilege.â
âSacrilege?â you echoed, frowning. âYouâre in the group. Shouldnât you be happy about this?â
âY/N-ah.â Jeongin said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as if he were physically in pain. âDo you not see what youâve done? Look at your other top artists!â He gestured wildly to the screen. âItâs TROT. Literal legends of trot music. Song Ga In, Jang Yoon Jeong, and Na Hoon-a!â
âYeah?â you said hesitantly, unsure of where this was going. âWhat about them?â
âWhat about them? What about them!?â Jeonginâs jaw dropped like youâd just said the sky was green. âThey should be above us! Above me! Above Stray Kids! This is trot. TROT.â He pronounced it with the reverence of someone naming a sacred art form.
âBut I like Stray Kids,â you said, laughing nervously.
âThatâs not the point!â Jeongin stood up, pacing back and forth like a professor about to give a lecture. âTrot is timeless. Itâs emotional. Itâs pure, unfiltered storytelling in music. And youâre telling me you put us- a bunch of chaotic twenty-somethings who write songs about cheese and screamingâabove the actual foundation of Korean music?â He stared at you as if you had 6 heads growing from you.
âItâs not like I ranked it!â you protested. âSpotify Wrapped did that for me! Blame them!â
Jeongin spun back to you, pointing an accusing finger. âDonât blame Spotify. This is your fault Y/N-ah. Youâre clearly not listening to enough trot if us noisy Gen Z - minus Channie-hyung he's like an old grandpa- beat out legends like Na Hoon-a. Do you even know how much soul that man has? How many hearts heâs broken with his voice?â He looked at you in complete seriousness. "Countless." His eyes shone with admiration.
You rolled your eyes, unable to contain your laughter now. âInnie, are you seriously upset that I listen to Stray Kids more than trot music?â
âYes!â he declared with absolute conviction. Then, after a pause, he added, âWell...no. I mean, I love that you like our music, because that means you love me and my dream but...this is trot! Itâs a different category entirely!â He threw his hands up in exasperation. âI need to fix this.â
âFix it? Jeongin I already listen to a lot of trot. You see it on my top artists.â
He nodded solemnly, sitting back down beside you and grabbing your phone. âBut you don't listen to it enough. From now on, weâre having mandatory trot listening sessions. Every week. Twice a week, actually.â
âTwice a week?â you repeated incredulously.
âAt least,â he said, scrolling through your Spotify, curating a new playlist on the spot. âYou need to understand why this is a crime against music. Stray Kids shouldnât even be in the same league as these legends. Weâre fun, sure, but we donât make people cry the way trot does. I mean, do you cry when you listen to âThunderousâ? No. But Jang Yoon Jeongâs âFirst Marriageâ could make a grown man bawl. I'm that grown man, Y/N. I'm that grown man." He said his voice dropping to a rueful whisper.
You couldnât stop laughing as Jeongin grew more and more animated, his passion for trot completely overshadowing any pride he mightâve felt about his own groupâs success.
Finally, he looked at you with a small, satisfied smile. âDonât worry. By next year, Iâll make sure your Wrapped is perfect. Stray Kids can stay on the list, but trot will reign supreme. Itâs the least I can do for your musical education.â
âAnd if I still prefer you guys?â you teased, raising an eyebrow.
Jeongin huffed, pretending to think for a moment. âThen I guess Iâll forgive you...eventually. But weâre playing trot at our wedding, okay?â
You burst out laughing, shaking your head. âJeongin, are you seriously bashing your own group right now?â
âYah, yah,â he said, waving a dismissive hand. âTheyâll understand. And if they donât, they love me anyway. They literally wrote a whole song for me.â He smirked, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
You shook your head, still laughing. âUnreal.â
Jeongin grinned, adding a song to your new playlist.
âWhatâs unreal is how lucky you are to have a boyfriend whoâs the best of both worlds- trot connoisseur and K-pop icon. Youâre welcome.â
*edit*: but why is trot actually good...??? like i listened to it while writing this and...MYTRO...gonna stan when they debut frfr
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