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EEEEEK THEYRE FINALLY GOING TO MEET EACH OTHERRRRRRR

Chapter 2

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

W/C 2,752

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Previous Chapter (Chapter 1)

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer. I will be attempting to keep it as gender neutral as possible but it will lean toward she/her pronouns. 

I strongly recommend looking at the inspiration pictures. 

Warnings: slow burn, cussing, conflict, possible angst, fluff, and obliviousness. 

This list will be updated as the story goes on. 

Thanks for reading <3 Moonie

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After you fitfully slept on the proposition and spoke to your mother about taking care of the furballs when you would be gone you had officially decided that you would like to take the offer. You sincerely hoped the rest of the team decided the same. You also decided it was time to take the giants into the office. You had previously discussed the idea and the team agreed it would be fun. The giants were almost like dogs and were fairly well behaved even when getting out of the house. They were also great stress relievers. You knew that everyone would appreciate them being there. The giants have a way of knowing when emotions are high and they are the most comforting presence in those times. 

“Alright children, it's time for you to finally go to the office. Let's get you saddled up and get on the road.” You grabbed all three harnesses and jingled them, they knew when they heard that sound that they were going on an adventure. Toothless was the first one to appear as he was never too far behind you. He rubbed on your legs and you strapped the black winged harness around his chest and legs. You knew Forrest would get a kick out of it, especially since he got it for him. It was the perfect black to blend in with his fur. He peaked up at you with his big green eyes and you gave him scritches behind his ears. 

“Good job bud. Let's get you to the car,” you walked into your garage and opened the car door for him. He leapt into the car and settled immediately in the back seat. 

The next to appear was Beans. Her black and gold fur was shining in the sunlight as she walked. She looked at you with her split colored face while she chirped. She was the mouthiest of the three. You smiled and grabbed her white, black, and gold harness. “Hi pretty girl, let's get you ready so we can go see Auntie Aurora.” Her and Aurora had bonded immediately, if she wasn't with you she was with Aurora when all of you hung out. She was all strapped in and ready to go. You led her to the car and she got right in, making her way to the passenger seat. 

You walked back into the house and saw Mocha sitting patiently by her white and gold harness. She was the diva princess, and she certainly looked the part with her all white fur and her different colored eyes. You always joked that they were her two personalities. She was either in your face demanding attention or playing hard to get. “Hi Princess, let's get your jewels on and head out.” you strapped the harness on and led her to the car, she leaped in and settled down close to Toothless. They were always partners in crime. Once you were satisfied they were comfortable you closed the door and got into the driver's seat. Your copilot chirped at you again. You started your Cadillac Lyriq that you affectionately named Aria. You reached over and petted Beans, making sure to scratch her chin for a second. You headed to the office which was about a 15 minute drive. Generally you made it there a couple minutes before the others so they would hopefully be surprised by the giants.

Once you got to the office you grabbed their leashes and had them follow you into the building. They all were very curious, and the people passing cooed at them. Once you made it in you unlatched their leashes and let them wander around for a minute while you got things started for the morning. You smiled at the three pictures you had hanging in the lobby of them, your unofficial company mascots. You had brought them to a park and took professional shots of them with the help of Aurora forever ago. You had been looking for pictures to put up around the office to represent your talent and these were the three you chose. You called them to the hallway door and propped it open for them. They ventured in to explore, once all three of them were in you closed it. You headed up the stairs and propped the door open at the top landing so they could meander around. You headed to your office and put the door stopper in it. There was a no closed door policy that they had instilled in you, you only had the doors closed if they weren't allowed in the room when you were not in that room. 

Once you sat down your bag you booted up your computer and started on some of the emails you had from the night before. Not too long after you heard Beans chirp, “Come here baby, I'm up the stairs.” you heard the padding of a few sets of feet and Aurora appeared with the three in tow. Ah that's why she was being mouthy. You hadn't even heard Aurora come in the door. 

“Hi N/N it's good to see the giants," she said while she knelt down to pet all three of them. She walked off to her office and you heard her prop it open. The other two teammates followed the same routine once they got in. Toothless was curled up on your couch back to back with Mocha when Forrest appeared. He took one look at the floofs on the couch and squealed at the small wings you could barely see on Toothless’ big frame. You left his harnesses on for this exact reason. 

“I knew you would love seeing him in it.” you remarked not looking up from your computer. Forrest marched over to pet Toothless and then picked him up and held him up like Simba to inspect the wings and harness. Mocha chirped at the lack of affection. Forrest gently set down Toothless and started scratching Mocha’s head. 

“Is everyone here?” You inquired looking up from your computer. 

“Yes, Willow came in a second before I did.” Forrest responded while petting both cats. 

You stretched and got up, “alright, lets go to the round table and have a team meeting.” That was what your group had affectionately called the large table that was on the landing. Even if it was not round, it was more oblong than anything. You stopped to unclip the harness from Toothless on your way out the door, you had already taken off the other two’s harnesses. Forrest smiled at them and started to the round table. You walked over to the other offices beckoning them to come for a team meeting.  You noticed Beans curled up on the corner of Aurora’s desk. Of course, her second favorite person was around so her first didn't matter. 

“Alright, we have had time to discuss with our families and sleep on it, has our verdict changed? Do we need to discuss anything before we take the next step? You questioned pushing up your glasses as you sat down. 

“My answer is still the same. Meadow is cool with everything and said that we should buy her souvenirs any time we go anywhere. This is the time of the year that she travels a lot as well so we wouldn’t have seen each other any way” Aurora piped up after taking a sip of her coffee. 

“Same here, Asher is absolutely in love with the fact that we will be getting to travel. He said to take lots of pictures,” Forrest agreed. 

“My answer is the same. I discussed it with Rowan and he is going to discuss the whole thing with his managers to see if they will permit him to work while traveling. He does remote work so I don't see why it would be an issue but he would rather be safe than sorry.”

“That's smart, I am glad he is possibly going to come along.” You said smiling at her. “Also, I would like for all of you to be in the room while I call them so that way you can hear the details as I do. I am unsure about what the exact details will be but I am sure we will get more answers soon.”

“Let's do this!” Aurora said with a fighting gesture that only you would understand. You laughed at her and got up to head to your office. They all followed you and filed in. Forrest picked up Toothless and Willow picked up Mocha while they sat. Aurora plopped onto the giant beanbag chair you had in the corner. Before too long you heard the padding of soft feet. Beans appeared and got comfortable next to Aurora. 

You redialed the number you took down for KQ, your fingers slightly shook as you dialed. It rang a couple of times before someone answered. 

“KQ Entertainment, how can I help you?” a man questioned

“Hello I am looking for Ji-Yu, my name is Y/N with Beyond the Lens Studios.” 

“Okay perfect, I will get you transferred back momentarily.”

“Thank you.”

The hold music was some of the background music from some of Ateez’s songs. It was endearing how they adored their artists. Definitely something some other companies could learn from. 

“This is Ji-Yu, how can I help you?”

“Good morning Ji-Yu, this is Y/N with Beyond the Lens Studios, I have you on speaker with the rest of my team to give you our decision.” 

“Okay, perfect, Let me grab our CEO and then we can discuss your decision.” You were put on another brief hold. The music had changed into something completely different, something you only could assume was Xikers or Eden. You looked over to your team, each of them loving on one of the giants. 

“Hello Y/N?” Ji-Yu’s voice fitted through the speaker. 

“Yes I am here.” you said, snapping your head back to the phone. 

“Okay, you are on speaker with me, the CEO, and Hongjoong.” She noted. 

“Thank you for letting me know.” Holy shit you thought to yourself. “On behalf of our team here at Beyond the Lens Studios I would like to formally accept the offer you have extended to us. 

“That is great news, we have already drafted up the contract in preparation.” Ji-Yu said “Would it be alright if we come over to your studio this afternoon to discuss details before you sign?” Your eyes widened. 

“We would also like to get a feel for your studio and formally introduce ourselves to you as you will be spending a lot of time with us.” Hongjoong piped in, “we only have this afternoon available as a group for the foreseeable future.”

You looked at your team, your eyes almost popping out of your head, they looked back at you with the same amount of shock. You had expected it to take a little bit of time to sort out their things before meeting with you, especially the boys. 

“Let me check if our calendar is clear.” You turned to your computer and looked at the group calendar and noticed that it was empty for this afternoon.  

“This afternoon works perfectly. What time would you like to meet?” 

“We could do it at 1:30, that way everyone has the opportunity to eat beforehand and we don't have any grumps in our ranks.” Hongjoong said. 

“That also works for our team,” Ji-Yu said. 

“Perfect! I will get you on our calendar and we look forward to meeting you this afternoon, thank you for this opportunity.” you said cheerily.

“We look forward to meeting with all of you as well.” Hongjoong said. The call ended and you leaned back in your seat. You pushed your hands up under your glasses and sighed. You hadn't realized you were holding your breath. Bringing your hands away from your face you looked at everyone.

“Holy fuck,” Aurora blurts, “I was not expecting that to happen so quickly.” 

“I don't think any of us were.” Forrest said. You looked over to him and Toothless jumped from his lap to your desk approaching you. He always knew when your nerves were high. You reached out your hand to him and he bunted it. You smiled at him and started petting him fully. He was your boy, he followed you around everywhere and was very demanding when it came to cuddles. If there was a sling that would fit a cat of his size you are sure he would absolutely love it. 

“It is a good thing we all have a spare set of clothes here to change into to look professional.” Willow chimed in.

You looked down at yourself, the black sweats and large black hoodie were definitely not appropriate for a business meeting. The other sported similar looks only with more color. 

“Let's head down and get started. We need all the time we can get to make the office look presentable, and to get our faces ready.” You got up and headed toward your door, it was right around 10 am, so you only had just about 3 hours to get your shit together and look presentable. 

“Are we ordering food or is someone going to make something?” Forrest ever the foodie asked from behind you. 

“Just order in and put it on the company card. This will be a company lunch anyway cause we definitely don't have the time to cook or go home. We need to go and clean up the studio and vacuum the floors of the dressing rooms. After we clean we still need to make ourselves look presentable.” 

“Kay kay, I'll go order for everyone, and I will pick it up in about an hour. In the meantime, there are still a few things out in the studio from the shoot that was here earlier this week.” Forrest said walking to his office. You looked over the balcony rails and saw a few lights scattered around and a couple of tripods. 

“I've got that, will the two of you split up and check the dressing rooms and please make sure the conference room looks good and that the snacks are all stocked in there as well. You said to the two women following you out of the room.

“Roger that,” Aurora said with a mock salute, “I'll go check the dressing rooms.”

Willow walked out of the office last and said “I'll get the conference room then, I'm the only one around here we can trust around the snacks anyway.” Aurora gasped in mock offence and you giggled at the snipe. You walked toward the upstairs door and made sure to close it after the three of you so the furry hooligans wouldn't get downstairs while you cleaned. 

After cleaning up for about an hour and eating which was about 30 minutes you started to get ready for the meeting. You walked to your office and grabbed the outfit you had hanging in its garment bag on your coat rack. Days like today were exactly why you recommended all of you have outfits at the ready. You unzipped the garment bag and pulled out the hangar. You made sure that the full outfit was there. The belt wrapped around the top, the black cropped jacket, black high waisted slacks, and the black sleeveless blouse were all hanging from it. You grabbed your pointed toe black shoes that were sitting at the base of the coat rack and made your way out. The best way you could describe your professional style to anyone was corporate goth or dark academia. You always dressed in black and very rarely had any color on. Your tattoos were barely going to be on display with the choice of outfit. You walked downstairs to the dressing room where Willow and Aurora were seated doing their hair. You smiled at them and hung your outfit on one of the hangers attached to the wall setting the shoes down as well. You made your way to the vanities and started your process. After a little bit you straightened your hair, and finally you got dressed. The other two had left a little while ago. You had just put the jacket on when you heard a small knock on the door and Willow peaked her head in. 

“They're here, " she said through the crack of the door.

You checked yourself in the mirror one last time. 

Here we go

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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

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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

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oooooo the plot thickens👀

Give Me Your TMI~ Chapter 10

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Yang Jeongin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; In a world where Humans and Hybrids should be living as equals, Hybrids are still viewed as being closer to their animalistic side than their humanistic. Deep in the woods lives a band of misfit hybrids who reject these societal views and keep to themselves, choosing to live away from humans. What happens when the youngest of this rogue group meets a lost Human girl, befriending her after an incident where he must rely on her for help?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; hybrid!au, female!reader, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime fruits basket~

“Hyunjin!”

Cold, he was so cold, lying in the snow as Jason stood above him kicking at his side with full force. You were watching from the stairs in horror, tears spilling down your cheeks and he groaned, opening his mouth to call out to you to go inside but nothing came out. He was frozen, paralyzed as Jason ended his assault on his ribcage to stalk towards you and begin pulling you away from the cabin as you struggled against him.

Hyunjin tried desperately to move, to get back up and help you get away but he couldn’t. The hybrid was forced to lay there and watch in complete terror as you disappeared into the woods with your screams echoing around the small clearing of your home like knives stabbing him through the chest.

He woke with his chest heaving, limbs scrambling around frantically as his head whipped around as if trying to find something. Warm, he was so warm sweat was slipping down his neck and he felt as if no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t quite catch his breath. The ferret let out a little whimper, a nightmare. It was just a nightmare. Hyunjin reached up to run a hand through his hair but instead his fingers brushed over the soft roots that had been left behind from where you had cut it for him almost a week earlier. He sniffled a bit, attempting to calm down but the urge to seek you out and make sure that you were fine took over and before he knew it Hyunjin was up on his feet and heading down the stairs as quietly as he could to your’s and Jeongin’s room. Slowly he pushed the door open and peeked in to see the two lumps so close under the covers that they practically melted into one. He took a deep breath before making his way inside and over to where you were curled into the fox hybrid’s chest sleeping contently. You were okay, you were safe…relief flooded through him and he couldn’t hold back the low whine that slipped from him as the weightless feeling. “Hyune?”

Slowly your eyes fluttered open, rolling over to face him as Jeongin’s arms naturally shifted to wrap protectively around your waist and pull you against his chest in his sleep. “What’s wrong, Hyunnie?” You whispered, reaching out for the ferret with both hands. He didn’t hesitate to take them into his own, tears welling up in his eyes as the memories from his sleep crept up inside his mind once again and fear began taking over. “I-I had a bad dream…” You frowned, immediately lifting up the blankets and ushering him to join you. Hyunjin sniffled as he wiped at his eyes before slipping into bed beside you. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked softly, a hand coming up to cup his cheek gently. “No…j-just wanna be close to you.” He said with another sniffle. You smiled at him with so much warmth he felt he may begin to cry again, pulling him close to you as he had asked with one arm wrapped around his waist and the other cradling his head as you ran your fingers through his shortly cropped hair brushing against his fuzzy ears gently ever few passes. With your nails lightly scratching and massaging his scalp and your heartbeat sounding steadily in the quiet of the night to his sensitive hybrid ears he was able to drift back to sleep easily.

That’s how your nights went from there on out, and little by little the others began joining in as well. Around the same time Hyunjin started crawling into bed with you and Jeongin each night, Felix and Minho started to have nightmares of the situation they walked in on that night in the kitchen ending very differently with you the one lying in a pool of your own blood on the floor with your mother the one wielding the kitchen knife. After the cats it was Jisung, then Changbin- and by that time Chan had intervened and insisted that you all start sleeping together in his room as the bed was much larger and would fit you all more comfortably. After that Seungmin joined as he felt so alone being the only one still upstairs.

Seungmin…things had been off with him lately, ever since the other hybrids noticed your bond with Chan.

The hybrid would cling to you at random times of the day. You would be in the kitchen prepping for dinner and you would feel his arms wrap around your waist snuggly and his cheek press against your shoulder, maybe you were lounging in the couch reading a book and he would come and curl up at your side and allow you to run your fingers through his hair and over his soft floppy brown ears, or perhaps you were all getting ready for bed and finding your position on the large mattress when he would take to your side like a magnet and snuggle so close his nose brushed against the column of your bare neck. It would all end the same way though…after a few moments of peace Seungmin would tense and his eyes would fly open before suddenly he was bolting out of the room or to the far end of the bed, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible and causing confusion and hurt to flood your mind.

You were starting to worry about having made him uncomfortable in some way, often seeking solace in the arms of your mates as you tried not to get too upset over the third canine’s behavior towards you. It was like it was much different than before, but you had thought you were making some progress with him and now it felt like you were back to square one.

But thankfully your mind was taken off Seungmin’s avoidance by the change of the seasons. The snow had long melted and print was finally settling into your cozy little home. You began helping out more in the gardens as there was a lot to get prepared for growing your own produce again after winter was fully behind you. It also helped put the ferret hybrid at ease keeping you close by after the nightmares that still persisted even after switching to sharing a bed with you every night. You also continued to go into town with Changbin, helping sell Hyunjin’s paintings and getting any little supplies you needed like seedlings and fertilizer for the garden.

It was on one of these trips that you decided to visit the little post office in town to see if you had received any word back from your sister and to your surprise she had written back. You tried to contain the excitement you felt the rest of your time in town and the moment you returned to the cabin you rushed to the living room with Changbin chuckling behind you, amused by your haste to read over the letter. You sat curled up with your knees pulled to your chest as you carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the pale blue stationary your sister had used to write you.

‘ Dear sister,

So many things have changed since you left us. I am sorry to hear of your husband abandoning you, especially to hear that it was our mother who had a hand in the undoing of your betrothal. Father did not seem all that phased by the news, however, as he is already set to be wed to Ruth in the late spring.

Speaking of betrothals, I have splendid news to share! I have spent the time since you have left us being courted by a gentleman by the name Elijah and I have been promised to marry him once I am of age. He treats me very kindly and I hope you may send me your prayers and happiness as I feel like he is a good match for me and makes me feel unbelievably loved and cherished.’

You couldn’t help but smile, tearing up a bit at the idea of your beloved little sister finding happiness in what could be such a cruel environment. You wipe at your eyes gently before continuing with the rest of the letter.

‘While I am writing to you, I feel I must inform you of something very strange that has been happening as of late here at home. Almost once every few weeks there is a strange woman dressed in a suit who comes to call upon you. I am not sure why she seems so determined to see you, but the last time she was here I overheard father telling her that you had passed on. I’m not sure why he would feel the need to lie to the woman, or what trouble you may have gotten yourself into for someone to be looking for you so diligently, but may my prayers be with you that all is well. I hope to hear from you soon, as your first letter warmed my heart despite the sadness you wrote of, it has been so long since I have seen you and I miss you dearly, we all do.

Your loving sister,

Esther.’

You felt your blood run cold, face going pale as you reread the last part of the letter over and over until you felt your eyes going cross. “Pretty? Is everything okay?…” Jeongin asked cautiously, coming up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder. You startled slightly before placing a hand over his own. “Oh- Innie, it’s just you…um- it’s a letter from my sister.” At the mention of your family the rest of the hybrids who happened to be within earshot crowded around you anxiously waiting to hear if the story you had sold to your sister had been bought. “And? Did she say anything about what you wrote about?” Felix asked as he huddled close to his fellow cat hybrid, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “They didn’t even question it…papa is already engaged to marry a new wife and life is moving on-“

Chan frowned, kneeling in front of you as he could sense something was worrying you still. “Then why do you seem so on edge, pretty?” You sighed shakily, setting the letter down on the table beside the couch before taking his hands in your own. “Esther said there is a woman looking for me…so much that father had to tell her I was dead to get her to leave.” The room felt tense as everyone shared a worried look and a low growl came from beside you causing your head to whip to the side to see Seungmin staring at where Chan’s hands were still held tightly in your own. “Minnie-“ You did realize that you had started crying from the stress until the beagle reached out and wiped gently at your ears. His face was so close to your own that you could feel is warm breath fanning over your own. “Dude what the fuck-“ Jeongin huffed from your other side, his words seemingly snapping the other canine out of it and he quickly retreated back to the far end of the couch allowing Chan to take the seat he once occupied. You were momentarily stunned by the hybrid’s actions until the scents of your mated partners surrounded you fully and your mind slowly felt at ease. After giving you a moment the oldest hybrid spoke up “Everything is gonna be okay, pretty. You said that they bought the story? No one questioned anything right?” You nodded, sniffling a bit as you leaned into Chan’s chest as Jeongin ran his fingers through your hair. “Yeah it’s just- why is someone looking for me? Who is looking for me? What do they want-“ Jeongin gently placed a kiss to the mark he left on your neck, instantly causing your mind to go fuzzy and your body to go lax against the older. Another growl erupted from where Seungmin was sitting now a few feet away and all eyes fell on him mixed with confusion and a bit of judgment. “Puppy seriously what is going on with you? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you-“ Before Minho could finish his sentence Seungmin was up and bolting out of the living room to hide somewhere in the house like he normally did when his clingy or possessive behavior towards you was pointed out to him.

You pouted, looking over to the older cat hybrid questioningly as you urged him with your eyes to continue. Minho only smirked as he leaned over to whisper into Felix’s ear. The younger hybrid giggled, shaking his head as he got up and left the room with Jisung and Hyunjin in tow. Changbin also rose from his spot by the fireplace, giving you a soft kiss to the top of your head as he left the room to most likely finish up the laundry he had started before going to town with you earlier. Jeongin pulled you close to his chest, peppering kisses over your face as Chan rose to join Minho in the kitchen to talk while working on dinner.

“My pretty girl…I know you’re scared right now but everything is gonna be okay. You have us here to keep you safe.” Jeongin whispered sweetly in your ear and you nodded in understanding, letting his scent wash over you and help ease your nerves as he nuzzled against your neck gently. “I know I do. I feel safe with you all here but- after last time…what if all I do is put you all in danger?” You said shakily, trembling in his embrace as you pulled away to meet his eyes with your own. The fox hybrid shook his head immediately, hands cupping your cheeks as he rested his forehead against your own. “No no no, none of that. You are not a danger to us, pretty. You have been one of the best things to ever happen to us, to me.” You couldn’t help but tear up once again, letting out a little whimper as your leaned in to brush your nose against his before taking a deep, shuttering breath. “I just love you so much, innie…if anything happened to you, especially because of me, I don’t know if I’d be able to live with myself.” The hybrid stilled at your words, ears standing tall and it’s like time froze as you came to realize what you just said. “You…you love me?” He whispered, looking at you so intensely with his normally soft brown eyes deepening as he stared at you adoringly. “Yeah I-…I really do. I know I couldn’t say it before but- I am so in love with you, Jeongin….my mr. fox.” His smile was so bright that the dimples in his cheeks were like craters, pulling you into his arms so tight you felt the wind knocked out of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you clung to him almost desperately. “Even if you do bring danger our way…I’d face it all for you. I’d do anything for you.” You sniffled, burying your face in the crook of his neck to inhale more of his calming scent. “Whatever is coming- whatever reason that woman is looking for you…we will face it together, yeah? Because I love you too.” Jeongin said confidently, and you knew there was no room left to argue with him so you allowed yourself to relax against his chest as his heartbeat rang in your ears over the sound of Chan and Minho cooking behind you in the kitchen.

As time went on and the crisp air of spring woke you each morning with a gentle layer of dew and a light shower each afternoon almost like clockwork, your worries of the woman from your sister’s letter faded to the back of your mind. The first harvest from your garden was a generous one and you could help but run inside the house with a basket full of fresh vegetables hugged tightly to your chest, almost running straight into Minho as he was about to step out from the kitchen you were entering. “Oh- pretty! I was just coming to get you and see how you and hyunjin were doing.” You couldn’t contain your excitement, bouncing lightly on the heels of your feet as you held the produce out to him proudly. “Look! Everything we planted did so well thanks to all the rain!! Do you think we could maybe grill some of these to have with dinner tonight? I think the zucchinis will go really nicely on the grill.” You beamed up at the cat hybrid and he couldn’t help but smile back as he ran a hand through your hair fondly. “I think that would be nice, jagi. You did so well helping Jinnie I’m afraid he might steal my best sous chef from right under me.” You giggled, setting the basket by the sink to rinse your harvest as you felt the ferret in question snake his arms around your waist from behind and rest his chin atop your head. “Oh I could never do that, hyung. We all enjoy her cooking too much to fully take her away from the kitchen.” He cooed, kissing the top of your head before heading to the bathroom to wash up from all the sweat that had gathered on his skin from the rapidly warming weather outside.

“Hey pretty, do you think you could head into town with me to pick up the payment from Jinnie’s last few sales on some of his paintings?” Changbin asked as he came into the kitchen while tucking his ears securely under his bucket hat, the weather having gotten a bit too hot for his beanie he wore during the winter months. “Yeah! Let me just put these veggies aside for dinner later and we can head out.” You answered with a smile, gently patting the produce down before laying them out carefully on the counter for Minho to work with later. As soon as you were finished you met the bunny hybrid outside and began your ride down the mountain. After countless trips with Changbin you still never thought you’d get used to the feeling of flying down the road with your arms around tightly around his waist. The only part that got more bearable was the icy cold wind was now replaced with a gentle cool breeze, the winter chill no longer cutting into your skin and leaving you with flushed cheeks and a bright red nose.

Once you came to a stop in front of the shop you normally sold Hyunjin’s artwork you hopped off and waited patiently for Changbin to lock the bike up in the rack before following him into the store. “Ah! There you are. Come in, come in! I have the money from the last few sales set aside for you here.” The shopkeeper said enthusiastically as soon as she saw the two of you enter. You both gave her a kind smile as you made your way up to the cash register to collect the payments. Changbin chatted with her casually as you began to wander, like you tended to on your visits to town, walking down the isles slowly as you looked at anything that happened to catch your eye.

While alone you feel a presence approaching from behind, assuming it’s just your hybrid companion you turn around to greet him only to bet met with a woman dressed in dark grey dress pants and a pale yellow blouse. “Miss y/l/n?” You startle, eyes wide as you contemplate whether to run or respond to the woman. She beats you to it, giving you a smile before holding her hand out towards you. “My name is Mrs Lewis. I’m so glad I was finally able to track you down! You see, I am your grandfather’s executor you see-“ You shake her hand politely, still on edge as you glance behind her in hopes that Changbin will finish talking with the shopkeeper and come to find you. “I have some things I need to discuss with you…do you think we could go to the diner a few doors down to talk more privately?” She seems to be telling the truth, and you can’t lie that you aren’t interested in what she has to say after mentioning your grandfather who you had been close with prior to his passing. “I- um…okay. Just- I need to tell my friend where I am going first.” You inform her softly, giving her a little bow before quickly making your way back to Changbin’s side. “Binnie- um…I have to go into another shop to check something out for a while. Do you think you’ll be okay on your own?” The hybrid gives you a questioning look but doesn’t push the matter, nodding with his usually charming smile. “Yeah that’s fine! I told the shopkeeper I’d help her with some heavy boxes in the back she got from delivery so I’ll be here when you’re done.” You nodded and gave a gentle kiss to his cheek before heading out to see the woman, Mrs. Lewis, waiting for you on the sidewalk. “Wonderful! I was afraid I had scared you off earlier. Come on, let’s make this quick so we don’t leave your friend waiting for too long.” She said with such a bright smile you couldn’t help but relax a bit more while following her to the diner she had mentioned.

You were in shock, to say the least. As you had assumed from the moment you met her, Mrs. Lewis had been the woman from your sister’s letter and despite all your worrying nothing could have prepared you for the news she had brought you. When your grandfather had past he left everything to you, and everything turned out to be much more than you ever could have imagined. You were aware that before joining to commune you had been raised in that your family came from wealth, but your parents never really disclosed how much wealth that was. In inheriting all of your grandfather’s assets you were now unbelievably wealthy, practically a millionaire, and the news didn’t stop at just acquiring a vast amount of money. You also inherited his home far out in the countryside, coincidentally enough atop another mountain much more secluded than the one you currently occupied. Mrs. Lewis had explained to you that it all belonged to you, had you sign some documents to formally move everything into your name, and told you that the property was yours to do with whatever you desired, as well as all of his accounts and businesses now being transferred into your name. As you walked back up the mountain with Changbin by your side he noticed how uncharacteristically quiet you were, mind whirring a mile a minute over what to do with the information you had been given, or how to bring it up to the hybrids that you now had the opportunity to move to a place that could potentially be even safer for you all along with the security your grandfather’s wealth would provide.

As you made it into the clearing and your little cabin came into view you felt your stomach drop due to the anxiety….what were you going to do?

author’s note; gosh guys idk how to tell you this…but this series will be coming to an end soon- I’m not sure exactly how many more chapters but there will be at least three more, maybe four, as well as an epilogue. I am forever grateful for all the love you have given to gmytmi and I hope you all will still support me going forward with my other works both current and any new series I may start up~

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this is so precious🥹 them getting a collar/promise ring kinda thingy is so cuteeeeee (i need to reread this from the beginning again bcs i love this series)

Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

“Wow!” Y/n looks around in awe. “Are farmers markets always this big?” 

“Jeju does a mix of a farmers market and a craft fair.” Minho smiles as he holds her hand to make sure she doesn’t leave his side. “Most of the booths are venders from the island but some do come from the mainland too, why it’s so big.”

“Make sure to stay close to us at all times, princess.” Hyunjin smiles down at her as they start to walk into the busy crowd. 

“Are we sure it’s a good idea to have Hyunjin in the sun after he got sunburned at the beach the other day?” She looks up at the beta’s still red cheeks.

“I made him put sunscreen on today.” Minho reassured her. 

“More like had Chan and Changbin hold me down while you applied it.” Hyunjin grumbles, crossing his arms.

“What are we looking for specifically?” The omega looks around feeling that with all the booths that are set up one of them will have whatever you are looking for.

“Right now we’re not looking for anything specific.” Hyunjin grabs her other hand. “That’s what’s great about craft fairs, you might find something you didn’t know you were needing. If something catches your eye just let us know.”

“The only thing we do need is I’m wanting to get a few things for dinner tonight but we’ll grab those things closer to being done here.” Minho says while looking around them. 

“What are you planning on making?” Hyunjin looks at the alpha.

“I was thinking some bibimbap and kimchi stew.”

“God I love your kimchi stew.” He hums, already excited for dinner when it’s still late morning.

They walk around the craft fair for a while, stopping at many booths. Y/n bought a few nick-nacks for her room to personalize it to be more her with some of the cash Chan had given her. Hyunjin of course tried to buy everything she thought was remotely interesting, which she deemed wasn't necessary, but she did let him buy her a few pieces of art for her room. 

As the omega and beta look at some more art pieces, Minho walks off to one of the handmade jewelry booths. He gazes over them carefully but none really catch his eye until he sees a few necklaces with pendants made into shapes out of gemstones.

“I see you’re taking interest in these beautiful crystals.” The stall’s owner walks up to him, an older alpha male. “All of these are hand shaped by me in my workshop, one of a kind you could say. There are no two pendants alike.”

“Sweetheart, the poor boy doesn’t want to hear the long process of how you make them.” An older female omega places her hand on the man's chest with a small smile before looking at Minho. “Is there a certain piece of jewelry or maybe a shape you are looking for? Or a certain gemstone?”

“Ummm, I’m just kind of browsing. Though these are beautiful.” He looks over the pendants again, thinking about how Y/n would look wearing one of these.

The boys had all discussed collaring her at some point like they did with Felix after he came out as feeling more omega like. Hundreds of years ago collaring an omega normally meant they were your property but it changed to eventually mean a representation of love. Pack members normally gift an omega a collar as a form of a promise ring now and to show other alphas that the omega has a mate, or mates, if they can’t see the claiming bites. Though collars aren’t as common these days after the disease almost wiped omega’s out. Even though many alpha’s and packs have omega’s sold to them now, collars being a representation of love has not changed. 

“Are you looking for a piece of jewelry for someone specific?”

Minho hesitates before nodding. “Yeah, for one of my fated mates.” He looks up at the women before turning his head to where Hyunjin and Y/n are still browsing at another booth. “She’s our omega.”

The couple look towards the omega and beta that Minho is looking lovingly at with a smile. “She’s beautiful.”

“Have you thought of collaring her?” The male asks, making the younger turn back to them.

“We’ve discussed it but when we look at collars online none ever stick out to us as one we want to give her.”

“Well you don’t want to be giving her any of these necklaces, that’s all they are.” The man grabs a case from inside the booth and places it on the table. “We do have a special selection of collars though.”

Minho’s eyes widen when he opens the case showing many beautiful collars, the pendants all shaped differently and made of different gemstones.

“You know, crystals all have different meanings right? Almost like they have powers to help with different aspects you are needing in life.” The woman asks.

“I’ve heard of that.” He nods, even though he never really believed in the crystals being anything more than pretty rocks, he feels that Y/n might see them the same way as this omega does. “What do each one of these mean?”

“Son, they all have so many different meanings.” The male laughs. “But lucky for you my wife here always knows how to narrow down the crystal selection just by looking at the person it is meant for.”

His wife gazes at Y/n for a moment before looking at Minho with a sad smile. “She’s been through a lot hasn’t she?” He looks at her surprised. “Before she met your pack she wasn’t well loved or treated? I feel that she didn’t really come to terms with her omega representation until she met you guys huh? This is her first time experiencing a real pack dynamic.”

“How did you…?”

“I told you she’s good.” The alpha sighs, not happy with what his wife deduced from the girl.

“Based on that and the fact you guys are wanting to give the collar to her as more of a promise ring, I recommend either rose quarts or amethyst.” She points to the pendants that are blush pink, violet and purple. “Rose quartz is known as the ‘crystal of unconditional love’. It's associated with the heart chakra. A popular stone for attracting love and strengthening relationships as it can create trust, tolerance, and feelings of self-love. Amethyst is known as the stone of St. Valentine, a symbol of faithful loves. A popular choice for those seeking a soulmate, it can balance emotions and bring a sense of calm.”

As Minho listens he looks at all the pendants closely, he feels more drawn to the amethysts. Many of the pendants are shaped like hearts, animals, moons, stars and so much more. He finally sees one that's a bit hidden behind two hearts and he grabs it to see that it’s a shape of a compass rose.

“This one.” Minho feels it deep down that the others will also agree that it’s the one.

“Perfect choice.”

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The three walk through the farmers market area, the males already carrying a few bags of ingredients for dinner, Y/n just following along with a smile as she admires everything. She then spots a booth selling little desserts that are being made fresh on little gas stoves. 

“What are those they’re making?” She stops near the booth watching as one person works a stove with a fish mold on it, and another frying what looked to be little pancakes.

“They’re making bungeoppangs and hotteoks.” Minho explains watching the girl rather than the chefs.

“Have you seriously never had them before?” Hyunjin looks at her shocked when she shakes her head no. “Man, your family really deprived you of a lot.”

“Well let's get some then.” Minho walks over to the booth and orders them each a fish shaped pastry and a small basket of the sweet pancakes. 

They walk over to a small rest area with tables set up for people to sit and eat. 

“Eat the hotteoks first. They’re better warm.” Hyunjins already digging into his mini pancakes as Minho watches her waiting to see her reaction to the desserts.

She takes a bite and her eyes light up. “These are amazing.” She takes another bite before she has even finished chewing the first one. 

“Slow down, kitten.” Minho warns as he now eats his. “Don’t want you to choke.”

She blushes and slows down, eating the rest of the pancakes before moving on to the fish shaped pastry. She takes a bite but doesn’t have the same reaction to it as she did the hotteok.

“It’s good, but I like the hotteoks better.”

“I figured you would.” Hyunjin nods with a smile watching her eat the bungeoppang. 

“I’ll make you some homemade hotteoks whenever you want.” Minho smiles.

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oooh i hate planes😵‍💫 the turbulence is my least favorite part, but i’m so glad that they’re all bonding so well🥹😭

Yet Unnamed

Chapter 5

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Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl.

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The sun hadn’t even peeked over the horizon when your door opened, and you bounced awake as several bodies jumped onto the bed with you.

“Y/n!”  Han crooned pushing at your shoulder.

“Why?”  You asked plainly rubbing your tired eyes.

“We wanted to say goodbye.  You will be gone by the time we are done today.”  Lee Know replied.

You slapped the bed as Binnie draped himself on top of you.  “I said goodbye last night.”  You shift so Bin wasn’t crushing your hips together painfully.  His weight pushing you into the bed was surprisingly comforting and you pat his head heavily.

“Like that was going to be enough.”  Seungmin scoffed.  He smacked at your foot, and you kick at him petulantly.

“Did you pack?”  Chan asked.  He looked around the room at the lack of suitcase.  Just a mini backpack.

You pointed to the backpack.  “Just a carry on.  I have clothes at home.”

“Did you pack your charger?  Snacks?  Water?”

You smiled.  It was nice to have someone worry over you again.  It had been several years since anyone cared.  “Packed the charger.  Snack and drinks are provided on the plane.”

You tapped Bin to let you up.  He sat up and pulled you with him, making you whine as the blanket slipped off and the cool air hit your sleep warm skin.  He mumbled an apology.

“How are you getting to the airport?”  Hyunjin asked.

“We can give you a ride.”  Chan offered.

“You cannot skip more work.  You will make STAY sad.  I will get an Uber.”  You looked at your phone.  “In fact you are going to be late already.”

Chan checked his own phone and I.N shrugged.

Hyunjin threw his arms around both you and Bin, squeezing tight.  “Be safe.  Text all the time.  And call!”  He ordered.

You squeezed him back.  “I will.  And 2 weeks will fly by.  You will be so busy trying to catch up you wont even have time to think about me.”

“I already miss you!”  Felix whined, joining in on the hug.

Everyone else wrapped around you as well until you were being squeezed by all 8 of your soulmates.  And you were pretty sure you felt someone kiss the top of your head, but there was no way to tell who it was, and you doubted they would fess up if you asked.

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Once at the airport you sat at your terminal, facing the runway to watch the planes, but pulling your phone out first.

You chuckled at Chans obvious overthinking and simultaneously cringed at yourself.  You were so awkward!

You texted back and forth for a while before your plane started to board and you were forced to turn off your phone.

Traveling with no luggage was the best. No baggage claims or trying to fit bags into the overhead compartment. Literally just had a mini backpack you could shove under your seat.

And your flight only had one crying baby. They settled down after an hour or so. Tuckered out most likely. You were sure the poor parent with them was just as relieved as everyone else, if not more. You felt bad for them.

In your row was just a young girl and her father. They quietly talked while watching cartoons on her pink tablet. And the girl was in the middle so you didn't feel as squished as you usually would.

You even managed to relax back into your seat and let the background noise of the plane become a pleasant hum, closing your eyes and managing a light on and off sleep to kill time.

In between naps you played offline games and read on your phone, even interacting with the little girl next to you when she seemed to get fidgety and bored with her cartoons. Her dad snored softly beside her.

Overall, the flight was long, but entertaining enough to not bore you to tears. You were still relieved to be walking when you finally landed and were allowed to deplane.

You never flew or really went on trips anywhere. But somehow this airport felt more comfortable and familiar. More like home. Maybe because this is the airport you grew up near. The one you stood with your mom at while waiting for your dad to get back from a business trip. The one you toured and got to go behind the scenes in when you were in Girl Scouts. The one all over the news when that meth head went crazy and started screaming through the terminals, security chasing after him.

This is where you lived and graduated from. You learned to drive on these streets and went to a nearby hospital when you fell off your bike while learning to ride a 2-wheeler. Your grandfather took you, lecturing you the entire time about the proper way to ride and what you did wrong, but being so gentle when he carried you in, even when you said you could walk.

Its where your family is buried.

Leaving this place behind was bittersweet for you. You would miss it, but you were also moving toward a huge and amazing adventure. With your soulmates.

Your mother said you were lucky. It had been 5 generations since your family had had someone born with a soul mark. And you had 8 soulmates. Anytime you felt lonely or sad as a child she would remind you that there were 8 people out there waiting for you. Whose souls called for and matched yours like puzzle pieces. It never failed to cheer you up. And even when she was gone, you would remember her words during hard times and feel less alone in this big world.

Your phone chirped repeatedly with new messages as you waited for your ride home. While you stood off to the side and in plain view, you read over the messages and realized that they kept using the group chat to talk to each other. It made you smile. You were still kept in the loop, and it felt good. They still wanted you to know what was going on and be a part of their days.

You continued to text through your ride home and freshening up. Until you could no longer keep your eyes open. They popped in and out of chat as they got busy with things and couldn't text

You were shocked you lasted as long as you did. As soon as you unlocked your door the weariness hit you like a ton of bricks, and you didn't even bother to unpack anything from you bag before cleaning up and crawling into bed.

The first week didn't necessarily fly by, but it didn't drag either. The pain and emptiness from being so far from your soulmates was a constant ache that you could never escape from. And you often found yourself staring off into space and rubbing your chest above the ache, trying to ease it as best you could. It was worse at night when you were lying in bed trying to sleep. There was nothing to distract yourself then and, in the end, it made it so you didn't sleep very well. Often giving up and getting up to pack some more instead. You were trying to get done quickly anyway.

As you expected, your job fired you immediately when they heard your lack of explanation. How were you supposed to explain your sudden disappearance for days? It's not like you could tell them you were kidnapped!

But in the end, it worked out for you. Now you could leave as soon as your apartment was packed up and sold off. Get back to the others faster.

You didn't tell them. You weren't sure how quickly you could finish, and you didn't want the anticipation to make things worse than they already were. It was so hard being away from them. Being alone again. And you had only had them for a very short time. Truly, your entire existence is altered when you meet your soulmates. How does anyone ever resist the bond?

You only kept the most irreplaceable and sentimental things. Including your K-pop memorabilia that you spent so much money on over the years. You couldn't part with it. You packed everything tightly and securely in boxes and shipped it to the apartment in Korea. It was much cheaper and easier than trying to get everything onto the plane. Everything else was sold, donated, or thrown away.

You notified anyone who needed it that you were moving, closed accounts, paid off remaining bills, etc. Even as busy as you were, the ache was always in the forefront of your mind.

You spend all day and night in the chat group. It was your lifeline to your boys. Even if you had nothing to say other than letting them know what you just packed up or canceled. Or sending a random picture or meme when you were taking a break.

The deeper conversations where you got to know each other happened when one side was in bed for the evening. Feeling secure and safe in their beds under the covers and willing to open up and be more vulnerable.

Also, later when everyone over there was asleep but insomniac Chan and you two switched over to one-on-one conversations in order to not blow up everyones phone while they were trying to sleep.

Finally, you were at the airport and more than ready to get back to your soulmates.

You still hadn't told anyone you were coming home. But only because you looked when you changed your ticket and realized you were on the same flight home as Hyunjin and Felix when you switched flights at your layover. You wanted to surprise them.

Granted you weren't going to be able to talk to each other or sit anywhere near each other since they were in first class. And you needed to be careful that no one found out you knew each other and made the connection before your perfectly created story had the chance to be aired. But you were still going to be closer than you had been in over a week.

The teasers and wind up to the reveal would start tomorrow. You would be taking partial photos with each member to post to their account with very carefully worded hints into finding their 9th and final soul bond member. Each member would take their own photo, and you would work with them on how and when to post it to keep STAY and the media guessing and craving more. And you were working with staff to create a cute, cozy little, meet cute, coffee/book shop photo shoot for the reveal photos. Plus, your one kids' room type of introduction video will be recorded soon.

Somehow you were nervous about seeing everyone again. Everything seemed fine in the messages. It was easy and flowed nicely. What if it wasn't as comfortable, as open in person as you were in texts, and it became awkward?

And it meant really starting your new life. Getting into the new job and letting the world see Stray Kids soul bond group for the first time all together.

When they saw you at the terminal, Felix almost ran right to me, but Hyunjin stopped him and pointedly looked around them at the hundreds of phones from STAY, recording everything they did. Felix looked so disappointed when he realized.

You had joined the crowd of STAYs swooning over and recording Hyunlix. Screaming at the top of your lungs and trying to get closer, jumping excitedly.

They were both trying to watch you without watching you and failing to hide their laughing. Hyunjin even snapped a photo, pretending it was of the crowd at large but aimed at you.

Hey, you are a fan, and you had done a marvelous job at not fangirling all over them when you first met, so you were going to take this opportunity while you could. Too bad all 8 of them weren't here, so you could really get it out of your system.

You watched as Felix and Hyunjin both worked their way down the barrier of fans. Making hand hearts and pausing for photos. You expected Felix to grab your hand briefly like he had several others and move on, but instead he grabbed your phone, shocking you.

He gestured you forward with a laugh, flipping the camera on your phone to selfie mode and leaning in close to you. Giddy and still in fangirl mode, you squeal and lean in, giving your phone a half heart to complete the one he was doing. He snapped the photo and handed you the phone back, brushing your fingers as he did, and gave you a wide smile and wink before moving on.

As he passed the STAYs around you crowded closer to see the photo and you proudly show it off, tears building in your eyes from excitement.

Hyunjin was slightly less subtle. He didn’t take a selfie with you, but he did lace your fingers together in the air for a bit longer than strictly necessary. And he didn’t lace his fingers with any other fan either. He squeezed your hand and made direct eye contact before moving on. Your fangirl heart was fit to burst.

You smiled at Hyunjin and Felix one more time as they boarded before everyone else. Celebrity treatment. You wouldn’t be able to be anywhere near them on the flight, but it soothed something in the space you associated with your soul mate bond in your chest just to have them near you again. To know that they are close after so long.

This flight wasn’t quiet. There were several crying children who never quieted down, and at least one small yapping dog that the owner just let bark the entire time. And it smelled like wet dog throughout the whole cabin. You were in the middle seat between a man who smelled like a bar and woman who used an entire bottle of perfume. And both hogged the armrests. Halfway into the flight the woman removed both her shoes and socks and proceeded to cross her legs and pick at some kind of green fungus on her toenails. You wanted to vomit.

You were so ready to get off the plane you broke plane etiquette and almost ran off the plane and through the airport to the exit. You got absolutely no sleep, had a massive headache from the smells, and was exhausted from the whole disgusting ordeal.

A car was waiting to pick up a passenger right outside the airport, so you didn’t even need to wait. You gave the driver the address and leaned back in the seat with a sigh, closing your eyes.

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Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

Chapter 1 W/C 1,848

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Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez or Atiny. I will be attempting to keep it as gender neutral as possible. It will lean toward she/her pronouns. 

Here is the link to the inspiration pictures that I will be using. 

This will be updated as the story goes on. 

Warnings: slow burn, cussing, conflict, possible angst, fluff, and obliviousness. 

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The next few weeks consisted of many phone calls, mostly ones asking about where you all went. The clientele seemed to be thrilled that it was just you guys and not the other company hovering over everyone. Thankfully the client that you lost the footage for was completely understanding and you got to refilm the project without much of a hassle. You barely made it into your office before your desk phone rang. You grabbed it and put it against your shoulder smacking it into your glasses in the process and said “Beyond the Lens Studios how can I help you?” you smiled still not quite believing that you had your own studio.

“Hello, is this Y/N?” the woman asked. 

“Yes this is Y/N, may I ask who I am speaking with?” you asked curiously as you got your computer booted up to take notes on the call. It was something you all did in a shared excel sheet so you would not lose track of who you had spoken with and what you spoke about. 

“Yes, my name is Ji-Yu, I am with KQ Entertainment.” you almost dropped the phone. Holy shit. What in the world would possess them to call you. You knew that they had a few groups but they all had extensive amounts of staff that did what you did. 

“Hello Ji-Yu, what is it I can help you with today?” you inquired, attempting and almost failing to keep your voice level. Your hands started to shake while you were typing out the notes. 

“We are looking for a new team to join our company, our most recent videographer team has left for a bigger opportunity and we were wondering if your company would be willing to work with one of our groups?”

Your thoughts raced. You knew about KQ and just so happened to love all of the groups under them, specifically Ateez. It had been Aurora’s fault you got into them in the first place. She was listening to them while you were in the car on a several hour drive to a filming location. Once you showed even a minute amount of interest she started spewing all of the information she could think of. She had been an Atiny since shortly after they debuted. After doing your own research and listening they became your solace. They have saved you on multiple accounts, yet they don't even know you. 

“You're looking to hire our company? Like, all four of us?” It was very rare for people wanting to hire everyone there seeing as everyone had their own clients. Generally at the most it was two of you.  

“Yes, we have seen a lot of your work and you have come highly recommended by several of our contacts. We would be interested in discussing starting a contract with you and your team if you would have us.“ 

Holy fuck you thought, you pinched yourself to make sure what was happening was real. That fucking hurt. It's real!

“Thank you, while I would love to set up something with you I have to speak to my team first to see if it would be something they would be interested in. Before I do so could I have more details so I can give them a rundown and call you back with an answer?”

“Yes, that would work. You would be working with our group Ateez as their Logbook videographers. You would be traveling with them all over the world and be filming in our offices as well. If that works out, we would love to have you not only as their Logbook videographers but as their full time photographers as well. We have seen all of your photography and it suits their style well.” 

Your jaw dropped. You had never expected such a large offer. This was most definitely a huge step to take. It offers opportunities to travel like you have always wanted. Not to mention, you knew these men and their temperament from the little pieces you have seen in their Logbooks. 

After just a moment's hesitation to absorb the information you sank back into professional mode. “Thank you for the information, I will speak with my team and see if it is something they would be interested in. I will give you a call by the end of the week with our answer.”

“Thank you Y/N I look forward to hearing from you, have a wonderful day.”

“Thank you, you do the same.” You hung up the phone and made sure the call had ended before letting out a squeal. You leapt up out of your chair and jumped around your office. You decided to take a lap around the top floor of the studio with your restless energy. You were leaping around in celebration all the way around the space, thankfully it was just a large loop. The ruckus must have caught the attention of your teammates because it wasn’t even 30 seconds later that they tapped on the glass of your door that was propped open slightly from your re-entrance. Their eyebrows were raised in suspicion thinking you had finally lost it from all of the energy drinks you had. 

“Get your asses in here. We have some important and exciting business to discuss.” You said after you stopped jumping and adjusted your glasses, going back to being serious but the wide smile gave you away. They all pushed into your office and sat on the small couch facing your desk. Once all of them were seated Aurora said “okay spill it, you don’t get that excited for just anything.”

You smiled wider at her but hesitated, putting together jumbled thoughts that had string theory to connect them was difficult. You finally came up with a real sentence. “I just got off the phone with a very large prospective client. They called stating they are wanting to hire all of us for a large project, if you can even call it that. It would be us contracted into their company until I assume something changes. It is a very big opportunity.” You started. 

They all looked at each other and back at you. You could see the curiousness in their gazes. You were never vague, always giving the smallest of details even if they did not ask for it. They could read you like a book and knew this was something that you were still trying to wrap your head around. You took a second to collect your thoughts further and started again, “It was KQ Entertainment.” You took a deep breath, “and they would like to hire us as Ateez’s Logbook videographers because the people that worked for them just left. They would like for us to travel with them and if that goes well we could also become their full time photographers and videographers.” 

Aurora’s eyes widened her jaw going slack. She leapt up from the middle of the other two, effectively startling them with the suddenness. She grabbed your shoulders, and started jumping around with you. You reached over and grabbed hers while you both squealed at the opportunity that was just presented to you. The other two sat there in shock at the offer, they had never expected anyone of KQ’s status to even notice their little company. They both got up shortly after and started jumping with you and Aurora. Your little company was just getting started and it had already been noticed by one of the top companies around. Once you tired yourselves out you flopped onto your chair, they flopped onto the couch in a heap. 

“So, after that reaction from all of us, I can assume I know the answer, but I would like to hear a definite answer from all of you,” You express to the three sitting in front of you. 

“Yes, 100% yes!” Aurora practically squeals. Forrest looks at her and rolls his eyes. 

“It's a great opportunity, I say yes.” Willow voices glancing at the two beside her. She was always the calm one out of the three of them. 

“I agree, I am here for you guys, the traveling, and the great opportunity.” Forrest claims. 

“Okay, while I would like to call them right now and give them their answer, I do not want to seem too eager. I also think we all need to sleep on it and come back to it. While I know how huge this is for us we still need to consider all of our avenues especially since we are going to be traveling for long periods of time. I know that you have your people you need to speak to to figure out smaller details. I personally will be speaking to my mother about taking care of the furry babies while we are gone.” you think to the three gentle giants at home, Mocha, Beans, and Toothless, your Maine Coons. They are your children. “We also need to go through storage to make sure we have enough things for all of us to be traveling. If we need to we can buy some more supplies for having all of us out on the field. I know we will need at least one other body vest and gimbal. In fact, let's make a checklist for everything that each of us will need.” You note. 

“I agree on all fronts, while I would love to jump into this opportunity, we need to prepare our family and ourselves for such a big task.” Willow replies. You knew she was going to have to discuss this with her husband, Rowan. He was an honorary member of Beyond the Lens, he came up to the office often enough you jokingly offered him an office. He knew the basics of what all of you did and was a great help when none of you had the hands to do the things you needed to. It might even be smart to see if he could tag along, he does remote work anyway. 

“You know you could see if Rowan could come with us, he would be a good help for when all of us have our hands full.” Aurora stated, you and Forrest nodded, she seemed to already be pondering that idea. That would be something you could iron out later. 

“Okay,” you clapped your hands and stood up, “let's get moving and we can get together later. That will give you guys time to get whatever you were doing finished” 

You got together later on in the morning and compiled a list of all of the things you would need for traveling. Once you were satisfied with the list Willow went to order the things you would need. These would be things that, even if you guys did not accept the offer, would be useful to have in the future. The rest of the day followed in a blur. You went home excited and did a lot of thinking. As soon as your head hit the pillow, exhaustion pulled you into fitful slumber. 

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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

“Wow!” Y/n looks around in awe. “Are farmers markets always this big?” 

“Jeju does a mix of a farmers market and a craft fair.” Minho smiles as he holds her hand to make sure she doesn’t leave his side. “Most of the booths are venders from the island but some do come from the mainland too, why it’s so big.”

“Make sure to stay close to us at all times, princess.” Hyunjin smiles down at her as they start to walk into the busy crowd. 

“Are we sure it’s a good idea to have Hyunjin in the sun after he got sunburned at the beach the other day?” She looks up at the beta’s still red cheeks.

“I made him put sunscreen on today.” Minho reassured her. 

“More like had Chan and Changbin hold me down while you applied it.” Hyunjin grumbles, crossing his arms.

“What are we looking for specifically?” The omega looks around feeling that with all the booths that are set up one of them will have whatever you are looking for.

“Right now we’re not looking for anything specific.” Hyunjin grabs her other hand. “That’s what’s great about craft fairs, you might find something you didn’t know you were needing. If something catches your eye just let us know.”

“The only thing we do need is I’m wanting to get a few things for dinner tonight but we’ll grab those things closer to being done here.” Minho says while looking around them. 

“What are you planning on making?” Hyunjin looks at the alpha.

“I was thinking some bibimbap and kimchi stew.”

“God I love your kimchi stew.” He hums, already excited for dinner when it’s still late morning.

They walk around the craft fair for a while, stopping at many booths. Y/n bought a few nick-nacks for her room to personalize it to be more her with some of the cash Chan had given her. Hyunjin of course tried to buy everything she thought was remotely interesting, which she deemed wasn't necessary, but she did let him buy her a few pieces of art for her room. 

As the omega and beta look at some more art pieces, Minho walks off to one of the handmade jewelry booths. He gazes over them carefully but none really catch his eye until he sees a few necklaces with pendants made into shapes out of gemstones.

“I see you’re taking interest in these beautiful crystals.” The stall’s owner walks up to him, an older alpha male. “All of these are hand shaped by me in my workshop, one of a kind you could say. There are no two pendants alike.”

“Sweetheart, the poor boy doesn’t want to hear the long process of how you make them.” An older female omega places her hand on the man's chest with a small smile before looking at Minho. “Is there a certain piece of jewelry or maybe a shape you are looking for? Or a certain gemstone?”

“Ummm, I’m just kind of browsing. Though these are beautiful.” He looks over the pendants again, thinking about how Y/n would look wearing one of these.

The boys had all discussed collaring her at some point like they did with Felix after he came out as feeling more omega like. Hundreds of years ago collaring an omega normally meant they were your property but it changed to eventually mean a representation of love. Pack members normally gift an omega a collar as a form of a promise ring now and to show other alphas that the omega has a mate, or mates, if they can’t see the claiming bites. Though collars aren’t as common these days after the disease almost wiped omega’s out. Even though many alpha’s and packs have omega’s sold to them now, collars being a representation of love has not changed. 

“Are you looking for a piece of jewelry for someone specific?”

Minho hesitates before nodding. “Yeah, for one of my fated mates.” He looks up at the women before turning his head to where Hyunjin and Y/n are still browsing at another booth. “She’s our omega.”

The couple look towards the omega and beta that Minho is looking lovingly at with a smile. “She’s beautiful.”

“Have you thought of collaring her?” The male asks, making the younger turn back to them.

“We’ve discussed it but when we look at collars online none ever stick out to us as one we want to give her.”

“Well you don’t want to be giving her any of these necklaces, that’s all they are.” The man grabs a case from inside the booth and places it on the table. “We do have a special selection of collars though.”

Minho’s eyes widen when he opens the case showing many beautiful collars, the pendants all shaped differently and made of different gemstones.

“You know, crystals all have different meanings right? Almost like they have powers to help with different aspects you are needing in life.” The woman asks.

“I’ve heard of that.” He nods, even though he never really believed in the crystals being anything more than pretty rocks, he feels that Y/n might see them the same way as this omega does. “What do each one of these mean?”

“Son, they all have so many different meanings.” The male laughs. “But lucky for you my wife here always knows how to narrow down the crystal selection just by looking at the person it is meant for.”

His wife gazes at Y/n for a moment before looking at Minho with a sad smile. “She’s been through a lot hasn’t she?” He looks at her surprised. “Before she met your pack she wasn’t well loved or treated? I feel that she didn’t really come to terms with her omega representation until she met you guys huh? This is her first time experiencing a real pack dynamic.”

“How did you…?”

“I told you she’s good.” The alpha sighs, not happy with what his wife deduced from the girl.

“Based on that and the fact you guys are wanting to give the collar to her as more of a promise ring, I recommend either rose quarts or amethyst.” She points to the pendants that are blush pink, violet and purple. “Rose quartz is known as the ‘crystal of unconditional love’. It's associated with the heart chakra. A popular stone for attracting love and strengthening relationships as it can create trust, tolerance, and feelings of self-love. Amethyst is known as the stone of St. Valentine, a symbol of faithful loves. A popular choice for those seeking a soulmate, it can balance emotions and bring a sense of calm.”

As Minho listens he looks at all the pendants closely, he feels more drawn to the amethysts. Many of the pendants are shaped like hearts, animals, moons, stars and so much more. He finally sees one that's a bit hidden behind two hearts and he grabs it to see that it’s a shape of a compass rose.

“This one.” Minho feels it deep down that the others will also agree that it’s the one.

“Perfect choice.”

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The three walk through the farmers market area, the males already carrying a few bags of ingredients for dinner, Y/n just following along with a smile as she admires everything. She then spots a booth selling little desserts that are being made fresh on little gas stoves. 

“What are those they’re making?” She stops near the booth watching as one person works a stove with a fish mold on it, and another frying what looked to be little pancakes.

“They’re making bungeoppangs and hotteoks.” Minho explains watching the girl rather than the chefs.

“Have you seriously never had them before?” Hyunjin looks at her shocked when she shakes her head no. “Man, your family really deprived you of a lot.”

“Well let's get some then.” Minho walks over to the booth and orders them each a fish shaped pastry and a small basket of the sweet pancakes. 

They walk over to a small rest area with tables set up for people to sit and eat. 

“Eat the hotteoks first. They’re better warm.” Hyunjins already digging into his mini pancakes as Minho watches her waiting to see her reaction to the desserts.

She takes a bite and her eyes light up. “These are amazing.” She takes another bite before she has even finished chewing the first one. 

“Slow down, kitten.” Minho warns as he now eats his. “Don’t want you to choke.”

She blushes and slows down, eating the rest of the pancakes before moving on to the fish shaped pastry. She takes a bite but doesn’t have the same reaction to it as she did the hotteok.

“It’s good, but I like the hotteoks better.”

“I figured you would.” Hyunjin nods with a smile watching her eat the bungeoppang. 

“I’ll make you some homemade hotteoks whenever you want.” Minho smiles.

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Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez or Atiny. I will be attempting to keep it as gender neutral as possible. If it comes down to it it will lean toward she/her pronouns. 

There are a few characteristics that will be set in stone the following will apply:

Reader’s height ~5’9” which is 69 inches or 175.26 centimeters, 

Reader has glasses, 

Reader has a gothic/dark academia style,

Reader has lots of tattoos, and

Reader has 3 cats (Maine Coons).

Here is the link to the inspiration pictures that I will be using. 

This will be updated as the story goes on. 

Warnings: cussing, possible angst, fluff, and obliviousness. 

This list will be updated as the story goes on. 

Synopsis: Capturing life’s favorite moments, that’s what you were paid to do. You did not expect things to go the way they have and end up where you have. Follow the reader in one of the biggest opportunities of their life. Being the Logbook videographer for your favorite band Ateez should be great, right? 

Author’s notes: I will warn you now, this will not be perfect by any means. I am doing this by myself and looking at things for so long makes you miss things. If you see anything please let me know. The first few chapters will be setting up the story. While I know that we all would love to meet the boys, all good things come to those who wait. 

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Prologue

W/C 3,434

Capturing life’s favorite moments, that’s what you were paid to do. The rush of being able to record some of the moments that make a person happy is one of your favorite things. The freedom of creativity is what drives you. You get to create things that inspire people, make people happy, and things people will be able to cherish for generations. You loved your job and the people that surrounded you in it.

Plugging in your camera you booted up your computer and opened the files you needed to upload your footage to. You were really excited about this project for one of your long term clients. You stepped away once you were satisfied that it was doing what it needed. You need to make your rounds for your team. It was an after outing habit you picked up after they bombarded you, on multiple occasions, checking to make sure you made it back. After letting them know you were back with the footage and that it would be uploaded shortly you headed back to your office. You waved as you passed some of the other people on separate production teams as you walked. On the way back you stopped in the kitchenette to grab some leftovers you had brought in that morning. You turned the corner into your office and noticed your boss standing over your computer staring intently at it.

“Hi, is there something I can help you with sir?” You questioned. The hair on the back of your neck raised when he stepped away from your computer and you could see the blank screen. You knew two things. One, that you plugged in your camera to begin the uploading process; and two, that you had pulled everything up before leaving to go speak to everyone so it would be further along when you got back. With the way the system worked you had to upload it to your computer before uploading it to a backup drive or to the drive that your team shared. You rushed to the computer and glared at the man who had taken a small step away as you rushed past him. You threw your lunch box down on your desk, it almost slid off with the momentum you threw it. You pushed your thick framed black glasses up and took a closer look at your computer.

“I was watching your files upload and did not like the shots. I decided that it would be in the best interest of the client and the company that you start over. It was a waste of our resources and time.” He stated in a matter of fact tone. As he was speaking you looked through all of your files double and triple checking everything. You even checked your camera, it was sitting on its dock but not plugged in. It was all gone, the files empty, and your camera wiped clean. This man decided that it would be the best decision to delete the footage you had worked so hard on, for several days. Just because he wasn’t satisfied with the small clips he had seen. Who the fuck does he think he is? Despite being the boss, which by the way was only one step above you, he barely knew anything about being a videographer and how long it took to even get the amount of footage you had been uploading. You turned around to look at the stone-faced man clenching your fists. He had been after you for small things since day one because you got hired over one of his buddies. You had been more qualified with more years under your belt. They were hiring an experienced person to be the head of a division of videographers and not some rookie who hadn’t even completely decided what he was going to do with his life. This was your last straw.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked, seething, your voice raised just slightly. It was just enough to instill a silence over the office. You could feel the stares of your coworkers, you didn’t care, as you stepped up to him getting close enough to see the modicum of fear in his eyes. You had never been prone to anger especially in the workplace but you clenched your fists tighter to keep from socking this man to fuck up his too perfect smug smile. Your team walked over out of each of their offices to see what was going on. All of the people in the office watched in wide eyed silence. They all could see the tells of your anger, how rigid your back was and how you clenched your fists and jaw. They had never seen you furious, so furious in fact that you were calm, it was terrifying. Generally you were one of the people who kept their cool in bad situations. Not this time. They all had known how much of an ass he was, especially to you. They knew he had gone too far this time. 

“Do you know how long it took for me to get that footage? The snippets you saw were the ones in the beginning when we were trying to figure out what style the client wanted. You just deleted several days work for something you had no fucking idea about. You don't even know half of what I do to make this damn company run smoothly. I am the head of this division. While you might be just one step above me you never had the fucking right to come near MY computer when you don’t know shit about fuck, what it takes to be in this business, and how it works.” Your voice raised little by little while you poked him in the chest. He was backed up against the edge of your u-shaped desk. Out of the corner of your eye you could see your team stepping into your office, preparing to step in if needed. All of this had added up and you were sick and fucking tired of it.

“I quit.” You declared in a loud tone. The truth was, you had been thinking about it for months, you just didn’t want to leave your people. He had increasingly gotten worse as all of the teams had gotten better under your instruction. Maybe he was worried that you would be taking his spot, who knows. You had been there for 5 years, putting up with his small petty bullshit. 

Everyone's eyes widened and some gasped, you were the person who made this place tolerable for all of them. You had become a confidant to your team and the rest of the people working on the other teams. This place had become a close knit family after you arrived, he was the stupid creepy uncle that no one liked. You turned away from the man and started to gather all of your gear, thankfully some of it was still packed, you only took out the basics to start the upload. The only thing that was here when you arrived was the company computer and one monitor, everything else tech and decor related was yours. He stood there shell shocked. He just lost the best worker in this company, and the mentor to all of the people in this office. 

“Get out! You’ve done enough fucking damage,” you said with an icy tone. He straightened at the tone of your voice.

“Come on Y/N. Let’s not get hasty, I’m sure there is a way to recover all of the files.” He stated. 

You whipped around with your camera in hand. “No. I’ve had enough. You deleted everything, it had not even been uploaded, not to my personal backup drive, not to the team drive. You even picked up MY camera and deleted it from there. You got rid of it on the only two sources it was on. I am done being your victim because I was hired over your rookie friend. It’s been five years, get over yourself.” He looked at you in shock, you smirked, he didn't know that you knew. One of your teammates, Aurora, overheard him speaking to the man you were hired over several weeks after the fact. He was being entirely too nice for it to just be a normal phone call, she investigated and found out the secret. If she didn't have a passion for being a videographer she most definitely would be a great FBI agent, like most women on a mission. After she had her evidence she came straight to you. He had started his minor inconveniences shortly thereafter. 

“Yeah I know about that, word travels fast in this office. The only reason I stuck around was because of my colleagues. I can deal with you being a dick. I can even deal with you making me redo things over and over again. Hell, even I think some of them came out better after redoing them so many times after your instructions to do so. But you took it too far this time, deleting my whole project, one for a very big client might I add. Said client being one that I brought to this office from my personal freelancing. And if you paid a lick of god damned attention to the way this office ran, you would know that the majority of the clients that we get in here are people that followed me from when I did this myself. You made your bed now you get to lie in it.” You turned back to your desk and continued packing. He stormed out of the office glaring at everyone who was watching the spectacle unfold. You could hear as your three teammates stalked after him out of your office.

Throwing your head back you let out a large sigh. You knew there were other places that would absolutely love to have you. Your extensive portfolio was something that attracted even some of the biggest companies around. Some of the time you were approached by companies asking for you to come work for them, but you were comfortable with this job. The pay was good, the people were amazing and they had the same passion you did. The only downside was the major dickhead that just walked out of your office. Your computer bag and camera bag were packed and all you had to do was collect some of the small knick knacks that were littered around the office from all of the places you travelled while working. You looked back down, adjusting your glasses and stepped over to one of the shelves. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed three of your favorite people walking back into your office.

“We quit too, you are the person that held this place together. We don’t want to be here when you aren’t here.” Aurora, your right hand said. After being here for a couple weeks you had requested to build your team, she was the first addition. She had become your right hand after kicking some ass in the interview room, in the field, and on the screen. You were very impressed with her natural talent to get some of the best shots you’ve seen. You took in the tall lanky woman, you only briefly saw her earlier. Her rib length dark hair was up in a bun with one of the knife pins you had given her for her birthday last year. She smiled at you, the skin around her blue eyes crinkling just a little. 

“Yeah, he’s had this coming for the past several months,” piped in Willow. You and her had met after you stated that you would like to hire someone who was levelheaded and could take criticism after the last person quit. They stated in their exit interview that you were too much to handle. She has been one of the best you have met, even challenging some of your views of things. You looked over to her tall curvy frame, she wasn’t nearly as tall as Aurora but she was up there. Her chocolate waist length wavy hair was flowing around her head like a halo like it normally did.  Her caramel colored eyes held something like excitement in them.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t leave sooner, there are so many better places than this shithole.” You looked at Forrest who was sporting a shit eating grin, his beautiful green eyes sparkling with mirth. He was one of the best in the industry as well, he had a unique way of going about things, and a sense of humor to rival even the best comedians. He was shorter than both women by just a fraction. His chin length copper toned hair was framing his face. He always looked amazing with his wolfcut. 

“Forrest!” Aurora scolded as she smacked his arm. “We are still in this shithole and surrounded by people that work in it, be nice.” He shrugged and rubbed his arm smiling teasingly at her. They stuck their tongues out at each other, a common occurrence when they were in the same room. You let out a small chuckle at their antics. They have always argued like siblings. 

These three had become some of your closest friends. You spent many hours together outside the office. You couldn’t have asked for a better support group or coworkers. 

“Y’know, we could start our own business and bring this one down to the ground! In fact, I have some suggestions for names. Scene Syndicate or Creative Cuts, oooh or even Lens Legends!” Forrest spouted, throwing his hands out from the center like he was picturing the logo right in front of his eyes. Willow rolled her eyes and went to sit in your chair. She had always loved that thing, even once threatening to steal it to trade hers out. You had planned on getting her one for her birthday so she wouldn’t steal yours anymore. It was one of the cross legged ones you could move around and sit in multiple positions on. You were prone to sitting at that desk for hours and that was one of the best solutions you could come up with for your aching bones when you didn’t move. That was another thing that you had to make sure you got before leaving. 

“Y'know for once I actually agree with him. That’s actually a good Idea!”  Aurora said teasingly, taking a seat on the small couch you had for team meetings or client meetings. He looked at her and pouted flopping down next to her.

“Okay, how about this,” you started. “We all gather our things from our offices, walk out of this bitch like bosses and discuss this somewhere else. I would rather not be here while discussing taking this business down. We can all go to my place and have a celebration of being free from this shithole. Sound good?” 

A chorus of cheers echoed from the three spread across your now old office. You had already considered the idea mulling it over the past few months, it might not have been the best way to get started but it was definitely something you looked forward to discussing. This was the start of a new chapter.

Timeskip

It had been six months. Six months of planning, exploring options, and making decisions. The four of you decided to actually open your own studio. It was in a decent sized building not too close but not too far from downtown Seoul. You were finally holding the keys to unlock the building for the first day. You all had put so much work into making it a home away from home. The four of you stood looking at the sign that had just gone up yesterday. Beyond the Lens Studios. After sitting down and discussing names you all narrowed it down to this one. While Forrest’s names Scene Syndicate, Creative Cuts, and Lens Legends, sounded awesome, it did not seem to scream professionalism; which was a necessity for running a business. You liked the names too, maybe they could be a nickname somewhere down the line, but not a business name. 

“We did it, it's finally our first day in our own office and not at our shitty home offices! Someone pinch me.” Forrest said with wide eyes at the sign. Aurora reached over you to pinch him hard on the arm. He yelped and started scolding her, reaching out around you to attempt to pinch her. Here we go again you thought, rolling your eyes and laughing. When you looked at Willow she was also laughing. You took a step forward and unlocked the door pulling it open for everyone. The two hooligans rushed past you chasing and swatting at each other like children. 

This was the start of something new and refreshing with some of the people you cherished the most. The majority of your original clients followed the four of you and were extremely happy you got away from the other company. You had some work to get done. You were thankful for your office space to be opened instead of your cramped basement with minimal supplies. 

You had installed a doorbell system for people to ring for you to let them in. That way you had security in such a busy city and so you knew that they were here. Maybe later you could hire a receptionist.

As you walked in the door after your teammates you took in the large waiting space unsure if you were dreaming. Nope, it was finally real after months of planning. To the right was a large u-shaped couch with a table in the middle. To keep people entertained if they had to wait was a large tv mounted on the wall with the remote in a small holder right next to it. You took a look at the left side of the room where the snack and drink bar sat along the wall right as you came in. You wanted to have an assortment of things that were specifically for the clients. If there wasn't anything specific for them you knew Forrest would get into the snacks and drinks. The door to the viewing room you had insisted on was just past the snack bar. It had a large TV mounted on the wall with a small entertainment center under it to hook up laptops. That entertainment center doubled as a drink and snack bar as well. In the center was a large table that could easily seat 15 people. You thought it would be best to have one so clients could come in and view the products. You looked ahead and slightly to the right at the glass door with your new logo on it. It had come out so well and you insisted on it for all of the doors except for the props storage, regular storage and changing rooms. You walked forward to that door and pushed it open, this was the main hallway. On the right were two changing rooms for any of the clients that needed them and the left was the door to the studio. Straight ahead there were the stairs to the second floor. You followed the noise of the other three up the stairs. To the right of the stairs is where your offices are. To the left it had a full kitchen and a small lounge area. You took a second to look over the balcony to the studio. It was the unique thing about this whole setup. Looking into the studio you smiled at the special ordered white curtains that hung on automatic unrollers. Lights were strung across the walls and right under the balcony. Straight ahead you saw the storage doors. To the right you saw the glass double doors to the enclosed patio and to the left you saw the door to the viewing room. After taking in the rest of the space, you walked to your office. It was just past the large team conference table you stepped around to get to the balcony. There stood your own personal space. You smiled at the added detail on the glass door, under the logo was your name. Forrest was in charge of the doors and logo design, he did so well capturing all of your ideas. You stepped in and smiled wider, the reality finally hitting you. You finally did it, your dreams had finally come true. Your own photography and videography business, owned with your best friends.

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Give Me Your TMI~ Chapter 10

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Yang Jeongin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; In a world where Humans and Hybrids should be living as equals, Hybrids are still viewed as being closer to their animalistic side than their humanistic. Deep in the woods lives a band of misfit hybrids who reject these societal views and keep to themselves, choosing to live away from humans. What happens when the youngest of this rogue group meets a lost Human girl, befriending her after an incident where he must rely on her for help?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; hybrid!au, female!reader, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime fruits basket~

“Hyunjin!”

Cold, he was so cold, lying in the snow as Jason stood above him kicking at his side with full force. You were watching from the stairs in horror, tears spilling down your cheeks and he groaned, opening his mouth to call out to you to go inside but nothing came out. He was frozen, paralyzed as Jason ended his assault on his ribcage to stalk towards you and begin pulling you away from the cabin as you struggled against him.

Hyunjin tried desperately to move, to get back up and help you get away but he couldn’t. The hybrid was forced to lay there and watch in complete terror as you disappeared into the woods with your screams echoing around the small clearing of your home like knives stabbing him through the chest.

He woke with his chest heaving, limbs scrambling around frantically as his head whipped around as if trying to find something. Warm, he was so warm sweat was slipping down his neck and he felt as if no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t quite catch his breath. The ferret let out a little whimper, a nightmare. It was just a nightmare. Hyunjin reached up to run a hand through his hair but instead his fingers brushed over the soft roots that had been left behind from where you had cut it for him almost a week earlier. He sniffled a bit, attempting to calm down but the urge to seek you out and make sure that you were fine took over and before he knew it Hyunjin was up on his feet and heading down the stairs as quietly as he could to your’s and Jeongin’s room. Slowly he pushed the door open and peeked in to see the two lumps so close under the covers that they practically melted into one. He took a deep breath before making his way inside and over to where you were curled into the fox hybrid’s chest sleeping contently. You were okay, you were safe…relief flooded through him and he couldn’t hold back the low whine that slipped from him as the weightless feeling. “Hyune?”

Slowly your eyes fluttered open, rolling over to face him as Jeongin’s arms naturally shifted to wrap protectively around your waist and pull you against his chest in his sleep. “What’s wrong, Hyunnie?” You whispered, reaching out for the ferret with both hands. He didn’t hesitate to take them into his own, tears welling up in his eyes as the memories from his sleep crept up inside his mind once again and fear began taking over. “I-I had a bad dream…” You frowned, immediately lifting up the blankets and ushering him to join you. Hyunjin sniffled as he wiped at his eyes before slipping into bed beside you. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked softly, a hand coming up to cup his cheek gently. “No…j-just wanna be close to you.” He said with another sniffle. You smiled at him with so much warmth he felt he may begin to cry again, pulling him close to you as he had asked with one arm wrapped around his waist and the other cradling his head as you ran your fingers through his shortly cropped hair brushing against his fuzzy ears gently ever few passes. With your nails lightly scratching and massaging his scalp and your heartbeat sounding steadily in the quiet of the night to his sensitive hybrid ears he was able to drift back to sleep easily.

That’s how your nights went from there on out, and little by little the others began joining in as well. Around the same time Hyunjin started crawling into bed with you and Jeongin each night, Felix and Minho started to have nightmares of the situation they walked in on that night in the kitchen ending very differently with you the one lying in a pool of your own blood on the floor with your mother the one wielding the kitchen knife. After the cats it was Jisung, then Changbin- and by that time Chan had intervened and insisted that you all start sleeping together in his room as the bed was much larger and would fit you all more comfortably. After that Seungmin joined as he felt so alone being the only one still upstairs.

Seungmin…things had been off with him lately, ever since the other hybrids noticed your bond with Chan.

The hybrid would cling to you at random times of the day. You would be in the kitchen prepping for dinner and you would feel his arms wrap around your waist snuggly and his cheek press against your shoulder, maybe you were lounging in the couch reading a book and he would come and curl up at your side and allow you to run your fingers through his hair and over his soft floppy brown ears, or perhaps you were all getting ready for bed and finding your position on the large mattress when he would take to your side like a magnet and snuggle so close his nose brushed against the column of your bare neck. It would all end the same way though…after a few moments of peace Seungmin would tense and his eyes would fly open before suddenly he was bolting out of the room or to the far end of the bed, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible and causing confusion and hurt to flood your mind.

You were starting to worry about having made him uncomfortable in some way, often seeking solace in the arms of your mates as you tried not to get too upset over the third canine’s behavior towards you. It was like it was much different than before, but you had thought you were making some progress with him and now it felt like you were back to square one.

But thankfully your mind was taken off Seungmin’s avoidance by the change of the seasons. The snow had long melted and print was finally settling into your cozy little home. You began helping out more in the gardens as there was a lot to get prepared for growing your own produce again after winter was fully behind you. It also helped put the ferret hybrid at ease keeping you close by after the nightmares that still persisted even after switching to sharing a bed with you every night. You also continued to go into town with Changbin, helping sell Hyunjin’s paintings and getting any little supplies you needed like seedlings and fertilizer for the garden.

It was on one of these trips that you decided to visit the little post office in town to see if you had received any word back from your sister and to your surprise she had written back. You tried to contain the excitement you felt the rest of your time in town and the moment you returned to the cabin you rushed to the living room with Changbin chuckling behind you, amused by your haste to read over the letter. You sat curled up with your knees pulled to your chest as you carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the pale blue stationary your sister had used to write you.

‘ Dear sister,

So many things have changed since you left us. I am sorry to hear of your husband abandoning you, especially to hear that it was our mother who had a hand in the undoing of your betrothal. Father did not seem all that phased by the news, however, as he is already set to be wed to Ruth in the late spring.

Speaking of betrothals, I have splendid news to share! I have spent the time since you have left us being courted by a gentleman by the name Elijah and I have been promised to marry him once I am of age. He treats me very kindly and I hope you may send me your prayers and happiness as I feel like he is a good match for me and makes me feel unbelievably loved and cherished.’

You couldn’t help but smile, tearing up a bit at the idea of your beloved little sister finding happiness in what could be such a cruel environment. You wipe at your eyes gently before continuing with the rest of the letter.

‘While I am writing to you, I feel I must inform you of something very strange that has been happening as of late here at home. Almost once every few weeks there is a strange woman dressed in a suit who comes to call upon you. I am not sure why she seems so determined to see you, but the last time she was here I overheard father telling her that you had passed on. I’m not sure why he would feel the need to lie to the woman, or what trouble you may have gotten yourself into for someone to be looking for you so diligently, but may my prayers be with you that all is well. I hope to hear from you soon, as your first letter warmed my heart despite the sadness you wrote of, it has been so long since I have seen you and I miss you dearly, we all do.

Your loving sister,

Esther.’

You felt your blood run cold, face going pale as you reread the last part of the letter over and over until you felt your eyes going cross. “Pretty? Is everything okay?…” Jeongin asked cautiously, coming up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder. You startled slightly before placing a hand over his own. “Oh- Innie, it’s just you…um- it’s a letter from my sister.” At the mention of your family the rest of the hybrids who happened to be within earshot crowded around you anxiously waiting to hear if the story you had sold to your sister had been bought. “And? Did she say anything about what you wrote about?” Felix asked as he huddled close to his fellow cat hybrid, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “They didn’t even question it…papa is already engaged to marry a new wife and life is moving on-“

Chan frowned, kneeling in front of you as he could sense something was worrying you still. “Then why do you seem so on edge, pretty?” You sighed shakily, setting the letter down on the table beside the couch before taking his hands in your own. “Esther said there is a woman looking for me…so much that father had to tell her I was dead to get her to leave.” The room felt tense as everyone shared a worried look and a low growl came from beside you causing your head to whip to the side to see Seungmin staring at where Chan’s hands were still held tightly in your own. “Minnie-“ You did realize that you had started crying from the stress until the beagle reached out and wiped gently at your ears. His face was so close to your own that you could feel is warm breath fanning over your own. “Dude what the fuck-“ Jeongin huffed from your other side, his words seemingly snapping the other canine out of it and he quickly retreated back to the far end of the couch allowing Chan to take the seat he once occupied. You were momentarily stunned by the hybrid’s actions until the scents of your mated partners surrounded you fully and your mind slowly felt at ease. After giving you a moment the oldest hybrid spoke up “Everything is gonna be okay, pretty. You said that they bought the story? No one questioned anything right?” You nodded, sniffling a bit as you leaned into Chan’s chest as Jeongin ran his fingers through your hair. “Yeah it’s just- why is someone looking for me? Who is looking for me? What do they want-“ Jeongin gently placed a kiss to the mark he left on your neck, instantly causing your mind to go fuzzy and your body to go lax against the older. Another growl erupted from where Seungmin was sitting now a few feet away and all eyes fell on him mixed with confusion and a bit of judgment. “Puppy seriously what is going on with you? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you-“ Before Minho could finish his sentence Seungmin was up and bolting out of the living room to hide somewhere in the house like he normally did when his clingy or possessive behavior towards you was pointed out to him.

You pouted, looking over to the older cat hybrid questioningly as you urged him with your eyes to continue. Minho only smirked as he leaned over to whisper into Felix’s ear. The younger hybrid giggled, shaking his head as he got up and left the room with Jisung and Hyunjin in tow. Changbin also rose from his spot by the fireplace, giving you a soft kiss to the top of your head as he left the room to most likely finish up the laundry he had started before going to town with you earlier. Jeongin pulled you close to his chest, peppering kisses over your face as Chan rose to join Minho in the kitchen to talk while working on dinner.

“My pretty girl…I know you’re scared right now but everything is gonna be okay. You have us here to keep you safe.” Jeongin whispered sweetly in your ear and you nodded in understanding, letting his scent wash over you and help ease your nerves as he nuzzled against your neck gently. “I know I do. I feel safe with you all here but- after last time…what if all I do is put you all in danger?” You said shakily, trembling in his embrace as you pulled away to meet his eyes with your own. The fox hybrid shook his head immediately, hands cupping your cheeks as he rested his forehead against your own. “No no no, none of that. You are not a danger to us, pretty. You have been one of the best things to ever happen to us, to me.” You couldn’t help but tear up once again, letting out a little whimper as your leaned in to brush your nose against his before taking a deep, shuttering breath. “I just love you so much, innie…if anything happened to you, especially because of me, I don’t know if I’d be able to live with myself.” The hybrid stilled at your words, ears standing tall and it’s like time froze as you came to realize what you just said. “You…you love me?” He whispered, looking at you so intensely with his normally soft brown eyes deepening as he stared at you adoringly. “Yeah I-…I really do. I know I couldn’t say it before but- I am so in love with you, Jeongin….my mr. fox.” His smile was so bright that the dimples in his cheeks were like craters, pulling you into his arms so tight you felt the wind knocked out of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you clung to him almost desperately. “Even if you do bring danger our way…I’d face it all for you. I’d do anything for you.” You sniffled, burying your face in the crook of his neck to inhale more of his calming scent. “Whatever is coming- whatever reason that woman is looking for you…we will face it together, yeah? Because I love you too.” Jeongin said confidently, and you knew there was no room left to argue with him so you allowed yourself to relax against his chest as his heartbeat rang in your ears over the sound of Chan and Minho cooking behind you in the kitchen.

As time went on and the crisp air of spring woke you each morning with a gentle layer of dew and a light shower each afternoon almost like clockwork, your worries of the woman from your sister’s letter faded to the back of your mind. The first harvest from your garden was a generous one and you could help but run inside the house with a basket full of fresh vegetables hugged tightly to your chest, almost running straight into Minho as he was about to step out from the kitchen you were entering. “Oh- pretty! I was just coming to get you and see how you and hyunjin were doing.” You couldn’t contain your excitement, bouncing lightly on the heels of your feet as you held the produce out to him proudly. “Look! Everything we planted did so well thanks to all the rain!! Do you think we could maybe grill some of these to have with dinner tonight? I think the zucchinis will go really nicely on the grill.” You beamed up at the cat hybrid and he couldn’t help but smile back as he ran a hand through your hair fondly. “I think that would be nice, jagi. You did so well helping Jinnie I’m afraid he might steal my best sous chef from right under me.” You giggled, setting the basket by the sink to rinse your harvest as you felt the ferret in question snake his arms around your waist from behind and rest his chin atop your head. “Oh I could never do that, hyung. We all enjoy her cooking too much to fully take her away from the kitchen.” He cooed, kissing the top of your head before heading to the bathroom to wash up from all the sweat that had gathered on his skin from the rapidly warming weather outside.

“Hey pretty, do you think you could head into town with me to pick up the payment from Jinnie’s last few sales on some of his paintings?” Changbin asked as he came into the kitchen while tucking his ears securely under his bucket hat, the weather having gotten a bit too hot for his beanie he wore during the winter months. “Yeah! Let me just put these veggies aside for dinner later and we can head out.” You answered with a smile, gently patting the produce down before laying them out carefully on the counter for Minho to work with later. As soon as you were finished you met the bunny hybrid outside and began your ride down the mountain. After countless trips with Changbin you still never thought you’d get used to the feeling of flying down the road with your arms around tightly around his waist. The only part that got more bearable was the icy cold wind was now replaced with a gentle cool breeze, the winter chill no longer cutting into your skin and leaving you with flushed cheeks and a bright red nose.

Once you came to a stop in front of the shop you normally sold Hyunjin’s artwork you hopped off and waited patiently for Changbin to lock the bike up in the rack before following him into the store. “Ah! There you are. Come in, come in! I have the money from the last few sales set aside for you here.” The shopkeeper said enthusiastically as soon as she saw the two of you enter. You both gave her a kind smile as you made your way up to the cash register to collect the payments. Changbin chatted with her casually as you began to wander, like you tended to on your visits to town, walking down the isles slowly as you looked at anything that happened to catch your eye.

While alone you feel a presence approaching from behind, assuming it’s just your hybrid companion you turn around to greet him only to bet met with a woman dressed in dark grey dress pants and a pale yellow blouse. “Miss y/l/n?” You startle, eyes wide as you contemplate whether to run or respond to the woman. She beats you to it, giving you a smile before holding her hand out towards you. “My name is Mrs Lewis. I’m so glad I was finally able to track you down! You see, I am your grandfather’s executor you see-“ You shake her hand politely, still on edge as you glance behind her in hopes that Changbin will finish talking with the shopkeeper and come to find you. “I have some things I need to discuss with you…do you think we could go to the diner a few doors down to talk more privately?” She seems to be telling the truth, and you can’t lie that you aren’t interested in what she has to say after mentioning your grandfather who you had been close with prior to his passing. “I- um…okay. Just- I need to tell my friend where I am going first.” You inform her softly, giving her a little bow before quickly making your way back to Changbin’s side. “Binnie- um…I have to go into another shop to check something out for a while. Do you think you’ll be okay on your own?” The hybrid gives you a questioning look but doesn’t push the matter, nodding with his usually charming smile. “Yeah that’s fine! I told the shopkeeper I’d help her with some heavy boxes in the back she got from delivery so I’ll be here when you’re done.” You nodded and gave a gentle kiss to his cheek before heading out to see the woman, Mrs. Lewis, waiting for you on the sidewalk. “Wonderful! I was afraid I had scared you off earlier. Come on, let’s make this quick so we don’t leave your friend waiting for too long.” She said with such a bright smile you couldn’t help but relax a bit more while following her to the diner she had mentioned.

You were in shock, to say the least. As you had assumed from the moment you met her, Mrs. Lewis had been the woman from your sister’s letter and despite all your worrying nothing could have prepared you for the news she had brought you. When your grandfather had past he left everything to you, and everything turned out to be much more than you ever could have imagined. You were aware that before joining to commune you had been raised in that your family came from wealth, but your parents never really disclosed how much wealth that was. In inheriting all of your grandfather’s assets you were now unbelievably wealthy, practically a millionaire, and the news didn’t stop at just acquiring a vast amount of money. You also inherited his home far out in the countryside, coincidentally enough atop another mountain much more secluded than the one you currently occupied. Mrs. Lewis had explained to you that it all belonged to you, had you sign some documents to formally move everything into your name, and told you that the property was yours to do with whatever you desired, as well as all of his accounts and businesses now being transferred into your name. As you walked back up the mountain with Changbin by your side he noticed how uncharacteristically quiet you were, mind whirring a mile a minute over what to do with the information you had been given, or how to bring it up to the hybrids that you now had the opportunity to move to a place that could potentially be even safer for you all along with the security your grandfather’s wealth would provide.

As you made it into the clearing and your little cabin came into view you felt your stomach drop due to the anxiety….what were you going to do?

author’s note; gosh guys idk how to tell you this…but this series will be coming to an end soon- I’m not sure exactly how many more chapters but there will be at least three more, maybe four, as well as an epilogue. I am forever grateful for all the love you have given to gmytmi and I hope you all will still support me going forward with my other works both current and any new series I may start up~

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Soulmate Garden AU Ch.4 (Lewisia) a3d2

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Growing up, you knew Soulmates weren't all that they cracked up to be. So when, on your 18th birthday, your skin is painted with a garden of flower buds, you resolve to hide it from everyone. Who had ever heard of someone with 8 soulmates, anyway?

Or; Reader has 8 soulmates and no issue avoiding all of them. It's up to SKZ to show her that while every soulbond might not be made of fairy tales, theirs certainly could be.

Word Count: 10,680

Notes: Holy shit, it's been like 3 months?????? In my defense, holidays are awful, and this is a fuckin' beast of a chapter. Binnie would NAWT shut up T^T She almost matches the word count for the entire fic so far TT^TT Plus 10 images of texting. Y am i like this??? Huge shout outs to my lovely, patient, amazing betas who made this chapter at ALL possible, @lazyfacecowboy and @brbwritingfanfic. Seriously, this would not have been written without y'all, everyone say thank you! Also special mention for @chancloud8 for negotiating me through the last bit of the chapter LMAO. She kept feeding me fics, they were my reward for doing the writing UvU

Hope y'all enjoy! And I hope it was worth the wait <3

(p.s my ass did NOT do a real final readthrough. If the formatting is weird pls forgive me, I'm sick of looking @ her T^T)

Dividers by @saradika

Warnings: Allusions to past domestic violence, flashback of verbal abuse (very vague, but still there), panic attack, she/her reader

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The next morning marks a return to routine.

You roll out of bed half awake, sleep-mused and ready for murder. Your mood isn’t improved by the way you’d gone to bed - still in your work clothes with day-after mascara gluing your eyelids together.

A quick stop by the restroom to strip and scrub your face is a necessity, otherwise you’re liable to just crawl back into bed and rot there. You honestly wish you could. Just rot away and let all this soulmate business pass you by as you slowly return to the earth.

Alas, capitalism waits for no man.

You examine your reflection when you’ve finished, doing your best to ignore the remaining traces of grey streaks down your cheeks where your eyeliner hadn’t been as waterproof as advertised.

You try to hold onto the flash of irritation the sight brings you, to cling to the normalcy of being irritated that your makeup is waterproof enough to be a pain to remove, but not to stay through your tears. Then you remember what you’d been crying over and the pit of fear and shame that’s been your companion the last few days comes rolling back.

You don’t even know why you’d cried. Don’t feel like you deserved to cry. After all, it’s not like you were the one rejected by your soulmate for no reason.

You do your best to shake off the incoming spiral, ambling your way into the kitchen. You just need to fall back on your routines and feel normal for a bit. You’re not entirely convinced that ignoring your problems won’t make them go away, despite the dark feelings trembling in your chest.

You press your lips together to stop the bottom one from trembling and open the fridge. There’s a plate of eggs, fruit, and toast inside.

Taylor, freak of nature that he is, has been up for hours already, you know. He’d probably been up and out the door before the sun had even thought about rising. Weirdo.

Your roommate is well aware of how non-functional you can be in the morning, so it’s not unusual of him to leave you leftovers when he makes breakfast. Especially when he knows you’re not feeling your best. The little note on top isn’t new either: usually a reminder, grocery list, or a little encouragement for your day. The whole thing makes you smile, usually, and you’re always touched by his consideration.

Today that little note makes your eyes prick with a new wave of tears.

‘Give yourself a chance. Bet’s still on <3’

The $20 you’d slapped onto the counter last night is taped to the back. It feels a bit like a stone hand is crushing your heart under the weight of something unknowable and precious when you carefully tuck both the money and the note into your wallet.

You very deliberately do NOT cry, though it’s a near thing. You’d done enough crying last night. But if you sniffle a bit into cold eggs, well...

That’s for you to know, isn’t it?

It’s a Tuesday, so after breakfast you drag yourself back to your room to throw on your largest, rattiest, t-shirt and a pair of leggings to head to the gym. You’ll drag yourself through your routine with leaded limbs if you have to, you’re going to have the most regular day you can manage and everything will be fine. It has to be.

You can’t help it when eyes catch on the newly-bloomed marks on your skin as you strip away your sleepwear. The sight makes you uneasy, almost uncomfortable. It takes you a moment to realize why looking at your mark, a daily ritual you’ve kept for years, feels so foreign to you today.

It’s almost alarming to acknowledge that you haven’t actually looked at your mark since you’d met your first soulmate. The concert feels like a lifetime ago, now, despite having been barely two days ago. You’re a bit ashamed to admit that you’d been avoiding looking at it since you’d felt the first flowers bloom.

It’s no wonder looking at it feels weird, you muse as you study it now. It might as well be a whole new mark, for all the changes that have happened since you last saw it.

You decide, in the name of returning to your routine for good, that you can’t skip even this tiny part of your daily rituals.

You shuffle over to your closet, swinging open the door to reveal the full-length mirror hanging on the other side. You don’t bother with your usual rounds of self-depreciation or daily affirmations. Instead, you find your eyes glued to droopy purple petals and blankets of white stars across your abdomen.

Something wilted and small within you mourns the loss of the buds that had brought you so much comfort since they’d appeared. The new blooms are beautiful, of course, vibrant and radiant and full of so much meaning. Still, the change wounds you.

Only time will tell if it’s the healing sort of hurt.

You find your eyes glued to the fresh flowers. Their names come to mind with ease as you trace gentle fingers over echoes of delicate petals. ‘Bellflowers’ You recite to yourself, drawing your finger up thin stalks and back down dipped heads, ‘for gratitude, affection, and endurance’. Your fingers dance a bit lower. ‘Edelweiss’ you muse, lightly tapping each fuzzy white star, ‘for devotion, nobility, and courage’.

The knowledge comes easily to you, not from any cosmic force, but because of course it does. Your sister hadn’t been wrong when she’d said that asking a person’s favorite flower had been basically an obsession of yours.

The habit had started well before you’d gotten your mark. Before you’d even properly known what soulmates were, really.

It started with lazy summer days you’d been almost too young to remember. A slim hand engulfing your tiny wrist, being made to sit next to your mother while she did something in the dirt, her shadow your only shelter from the blistering sun.

Gardening with your mother had started as a way for her to drag you out of the house to get some sun while keeping an easy eye on you. Before your sister was born you’d spent many hazy afternoons learning to work the soil beside your mother.

After the advent of your favorite gremlin, you’d spent those afternoons tending to the family garden alone.

You remember being grateful to the newborn back then. Those solitary afternoons were some of the most peaceful in your memory.

At some point the ‘family garden’ had become more ‘your garden’. Your mother wouldn’t even bother to plan it out with you by the time your sister had reached her toddler years. She’d drive you to the store, hand you a bit of cash, and leave it all in your tiny capable hands.

You’d spent hours researching the best ways to nurture your plants.

What flowers liked being planted together, which ones should be separated. You learned about soil types and the nutrients found in them. You learned about ph values, how to measure them, and why they mattered. Anything to have your garden thriving more brightly, more beautifully, for longer.

If you weren’t in the garden, you were in the library by your house, nose buried in a gardening book.

You vividly remember the day it all went wrong.

It hadn’t even been that dramatic, as you recall. At least, not in terms of your parent’s usual fights. It was heartbreak—despair— that had marked the day, instead of fear.

You’d been digging up weeds, clawing up deep roots with your gloved hands and a trowel, when your father had come storming outside.

You don’t remember what he’d said. It’d been nonsense, just vitriol for vitriols' sake. Something about you always taking your mother’s side because of your shared hobby, you think.

Never mind that the woman hadn’t put so much as a toenail to the dirt since your sister had been born.

He hadn’t let up for quite a while, if memory serves. Stood there yelling at you in your safe space for close to an hour. Maybe two, but your child-brain couldn’t be trusted with the time.

It may have just been minutes, now that you think about it.

Nonetheless, he’d yelled, and yelled, and yelled. He hadn’t trampled on or broken anything. He hadn’t even made sense.

And yet, when he’d finally left, everything was different.

The blooms you’d worked so hard to nurture were no longer beautiful, the soil you’d once called home no longer safe.

You hadn’t tended another garden after that season. You’d seen your plants to winter, and you’d let go. You’d turned away from the sun and soil and leaned into your books and silly questions to fill the hole left behind.

You’re sure you’d left claw marks in the dirt.

Something like a gentle humming emanates from your soulmark, and its warmth draws you back to the present. You look down at it, noticing how tightly you're clutching at the garden around your waist, your arms wrapped around you in a weak semblance of a hug. Each of your fingers had managed to directly touch a flower.

The awkward sprawl of your fingers feels natural, as if you’d never sought to comfort yourself any other way. As if seeking out your bond, your link to total strangers, for comfort was all you’d ever done.

It was natural, you muse. It was human nature to seek resonance in their bonded. It was the universe’s way of assuring you that you’re loved. Your soulmate’s way of assuring you that they’re still there.

You gingerly pry your hands away and blankly study the crescent moons you’ve left behind, soft skin indented where petals should have ripped.

You wonder if you’ll leave claw marks in this garden too. If they’ll leave claw marks in you.

You tear your eyes away from the mirror, ignoring the warm, gentle tingling up your side where your fingers had dug in. You know it means the people on the other end are pressing against their own marks. You know it shows their care, how that gentle sensation masks the stinging ache your fingers should have left behind.

For some reason, you miss the pain.

You quickly toss on a camisole, forgoing your usual privacy wraps, and your t-shirt over that.

There was nothing for emptying your mind quite like running yourself into the ground at the gym. With full awareness that you’re going to regret your gym session later, you flee your apartment, your mind pleading normal, normal, normal.

Maybe jogging all the way to the gym wasn’t such a great idea. It’d sounded fantastic at the time, a head start on your cardio and a way to remove yourself from your negative headspace before you tried to toss around weights you barely knew how to use.

It had sort of worked, but now you hadn’t even entered the building and you were already a sweaty, panting, mess.

You enter the building after guzzling down half of your water bottle, resignation in your heart. Cardio wasn’t even your focus today.

The automatic doors slide open with their usual swish and you’re greeted by the familiar stale smell all gyms seem to share, no matter how clean. It’s comforting, even if you do kind of wanna go home already.

There’s someone already at the receptionist’s desk when you approach, talking in slow and measured English. You try not to be annoyed with the tiny delay, but while you’d successfully outrun your demons (for now), your bad mood had stuck around.

Alas, you’ve ventured into the public and found the public there. A travesty. Knowing that you just have to deal with it, you cross your arms and bite back the irritation this complete stranger hadn’t done anything to earn.

Luckily enough, the low and measured cadence of the stranger’s voice is soothing enough to zone out to. Unfortunately, he’s also the only thing around to rest your eyes on, so you find yourself studying his form.

His back is broad and built, huge biceps on display in a tight fitting black t-shirt. You kinda wanna squish them. A vivid tattoo sleeve runs all the way down to his wrist, and you find your stare glued to it.

Large, boldly colored flowers take up the majority of the space, vague outlines of crashing waves and rolling mists filling in the rest with a luxurious combination of oriental art styles.

Beautiful as it is, you can’t help but think it doesn’t look finished.

Dragging your eyes away from such gorgeous ink is quite the task, but you don’t want your admiration to be mistaken for judgement. It gets easier when you start to notice just how fine the man himself is.

You really can’t help the way your eyes trace up and down his body, now that you’re no longer anchored to his tattoo. It should be impossible, you think, to somehow bulk up in only the right places, but by Jove this man has done it. You’re jealous, honestly.

Your eyes come to a rest on the stranger’s backside. Quite jealous, indeed.

You try to shake yourself from your admiration, reminding yourself that there were very many well-muscled men in this place and that you’d always endeavored to keep a polite line-of-sight, even when they didn't. It hadn’t even been a hard ask, until now.

You drag your gaze back up to the back of his head.

You’d be polite if it killed you. Even if neither the stranger or the scrawny receptionist had noticed your wandering gaze. Especially then.

While you were.... distracted... the man’s conversation with the receptionist seemed to have gone a whole lot of nowhere. From what you can gather, he’s looking for a short-term membership, and the receptionist is trying to tell him they don’t do that.

You know that’s true, the receptionist isn’t trying to scam the guy. Even the trial period for this place was an entire month. You’d specifically chosen this gym for that reason. If you hadn’t been able to stick it out for a month, you know you’d have never used the place enough to justify a membership.

You send your sympathies to this stranger, it seems he really just needs a little less than a week. You know there are some no-commitment type places not too far though, so you wonder why he’s stuck on this place.

Their back and forth goes a while longer, but it’s evident that the beautifully-built stranger can’t really argue his case properly. Whether because of the obvious language barrier he’s working with, or because he’s run out of arguments, you can’t be sure.

Eventually he steps to the side to make a call, and you’re able to approach the counter.

The receptionist (His name is Jake, you remind yourself by reading his name-tag. The owner’s nephew, if you recall) looks relieved to see you after whatever hassling the stranger had given him.

He lazily waves the clipboard and its sign-in sheet at you in greeting. You take the clipboard, trading him your membership card and driver’s license for it, and turn to prop your knee up on the counter to balance it while you write.

Incidentally, your choice of position keeps the stranger in your line of sight.

It also happens to give Jake a view of his own, but you magnanimously ignore his gaze wandering to your chest. If only because you’re still looking not-so-respectfully at the tattooed stranger a few feet away.

You weren’t close to the receptionist by any means, but Jake is easy to chat to, when you take the extra minute to do so. The type of acquaintance you’d never remember the name of if it weren’t pinned to his lapel, but you've seen pictures of every dog he’s ever had.

It makes it easy to pry him for gossip.

“So what was that all about?” You query as you hand back the clipboard. He shrugs at you, typing a second longer.

“Some big-shot who needs a security detail,” He answers, unimpressed, “Says this is the only gym in, like, five miles of his hotel that he doesn’t need an entourage to go to.”

You hum your understanding, now trying to place if the handsome stranger was someone you knew of.

Situations like that weren’t uncommon for this gym. Celebrities that actually lived in LA weren’t spotted here very often but, since it was settled very close to quite a few high-security luxury hotels, the building saw its fair share of famous faces.

Due to its occasionally high-profile clientele, security was kept quite tightly, and a certain code of conduct was expected amongst the gym’s members. It was another justification for the long trial period, wherein one could only access the front room with the basic weights and machines. All the fancy stuff (including a pool, rock wall, dance studio, and all sorts) was in the back.

Non-members weren’t allowed past reception at all.

It was also another reason you yourself were a patron here. The high security and strict standards made for a quiet and comfortable atmosphere.

At least, as long as you ignored the judgmental looks. Most people who utilized this space were much more fit and put together than you. You tried not to let it bother you.

“What’s the issue, then?” You question Jake, “Doesn’t the owner make exceptions for celebrities?” You phrase it as a question, but you know he does. The unfamiliar faces that pop up for a few days every now and then wouldn’t show up otherwise.

Jake just sighs like he’s had this conversation a thousand times. Considering the celebrity(?) waving his hands around as he spoke rapidly into his phone not far away, maybe he had.

“He does, but he’s out of town and no one else can adjust the contracts.” He eventually explains. He finally hands you your stuff back, and you hum consideringly as you put the cards back in your wallet.

Another glance at the furrowed brows on the stranger’s masked face has pity welling up your throat.

You turn your gaze to focus on Jake.

“Do I still have that visitor pass?” You ask him, knowing that he still has your details up. Jake glances at you with a raised eyebrow, but obligingly checks the computer.

“Yup,” He confirms, “You’ve been paying for it since you dragged your poor roommate in here that one time. Why?”

“Can he use it?” you nod your head to the frustrated stranger. From where you’re sat, still perched on the edge of the desk, it looks oddly like he’s begging whoever’s on the other line.

Your visitor pass wasn’t all-access, of course. It’d just get the poor guy into the main front room plus the locker rooms and showers, but you figured it’d be better than nothing. It wasn’t like Taylor would step foot in here after you’d run him ragged last time, not even for the moral support.

Jake levels you with his most deadpan stare. It’s quite a good one, completely unimpressed. You think it must be something about customer service that allows him to make that face. Or maybe it’s just you.

“You realize that your visitor pass is you vouching for your visitor’s character, right?” He reminds you, “If he does anything, breaks anything, pisses off the wrong lifeguard- it’ll be on your head.”

You just shrug. It’s not like you couldn’t find a new gym if you had to. You’d miss this one, with its quiet atmosphere and abundant amenities, but you didn’t require its security and discretion like some of the other members did.

“I’ve got a good feeling about it.” Is all you tell Jake. It’s not even a lie.

The poor boy just rolls his eyes at you. He still turns to rifle through the desk for the right form for you to fill out though, so you’ll take it.

“You a fan of his or something?” Jake asks, handing you a different clipboard. “There are easier ways to bag a celebrity.”

“Nope!” You answer cheerfully, fully ignoring the suggestion of your motives as you start to fill out the form, “No idea who he is.”

Jakes huffs an incredulous laugh, and turns a considering gaze on your new friend. And the stranger does have to be a friend now, because ‘some guy’ is not an option on your paperwork.

“I bet he’s a wrestler,” he finally says after a long moment, “Or a sportswear model.”

You gently bop him on the head with your clipboard, “I refuse to participate in your speculation.” You admonish, ignoring his whining.

“I’ll show you his picture when you leave,” He smirks back, “and whatever google says about him.” He shrugs when you send him a cutting glare, “What? It’s public information.”

“Respect your customer’s privacy, you weirdo.” You scold. He just laughs as you hand him the form, all filled out and just waiting for the stranger’s signature. You know full well that Jake will go through with his research, regardless of what you say, so you give up easily.

It’s not like he’ll be fired for doing it, as long as you don’t go blabbing about the poor celebrity outside of the gym. Privileges of nepotism.

You exchange farewells as you hop off the counter, and he begins to wave over Mr. Celebrity. You meet the eyes of your on-paper friend and offer him a quick nod before you scuttle off deeper into the building.

Hopefully he’d be too grateful for your offer to find you terribly strange.

You manage to make it all the way through your warm-ups before your good deed gets punished. You suppose you’ll be grateful to the universe for letting you find your zen on your yoga mat before it dropped the other shoe.

You notice the legs in the mirror before you realize someone is trying to speak to you. You accidentally ignore the newcomer for several long moments, assuming they were approaching to use a different part of the mirror. When you finally realize they’re waiting for you to acknowledge them, it’s been just shy of too long.

You ease out of your last stretch and stand up, automatically taking an earbud out as you turn to face them.

“Sorry, did you need me to move?” You question as you finally look up. You‘d had your most emo playlist blasting in your ears during your warm up, an attempt to process your feelings through movement or whatever that one instructor from forever ago had tried to teach you.

So of course it’s with perfect clarity that A. Jay Popoff sings “I am my own worst enemy” into the empty space between you and Seo motherfuckin’ Changbin.

Your mental plea for a normal, routine sort of day dies a horrible death when you make eye contact with the pop-star.

And you realize you really must be your worst enemy as you do, because you easily recognize the outfit he’s wearing and the vivid tattoos on his arm.

Of course your good deed for the day led you to one of your soulmates. Of. Fucking. Course.

You’re not sure what you’d done to Karma recently for her to be throwing all of this shit at you right now, but you’d appreciate it if she’d just let you apologize instead of whatever cruel punishment this is.

Changbin must realize you recognize him, because he shyly raises a hand to fiddle with his earrings as he replies.

“Ah, no, I uh...” The hand slides to the back of his neck and he clears his throat uncomfortably. You quickly school your expression back into a semblance of normality when he glances away. You feel like you might still be a bit wild around the eyes, though.

“I just wanted to say thank you.” He concludes. He looks like he wants to say more, but you figure he might not have the English words to do so easily. It’s okay, you don’t really have the Korean to describe how you’re feeling right now either.

Your first instinct is to offer to speak Korean for him, but the air between the two of you is already wildly uncomfortable. Vastly different causes for both of you, you’re sure, but it’s enough to make you second guess your every move.

“Oh, uh, no problem.” You assure.

You stare resolutely at his nose when you speak. If you look into his eyes again you’re sure you’ll spill your entire life story. And if not that extreme, you’ll at least spill the whole soulmate thing. Something about being directly confronted with your problems makes you chatty.

But also if you look away from his face, knowing that body is supposed to be compatible with yours... It leads to some very impolite thoughts. Cute as it is, his nose is the safest thing for you to look at right now.

You offer the idol a thin-lipped smile when you realize the interaction hasn’t ended. Dear god, why has it not ended?

“Anything else I can do for ya?” you offer, inwardly cursing your manners. You’ve lived here long enough that you know people outside your tiny country-side town take that as an invitation instead of a dismissal.

Sure enough, Changbin starts to speak again, his words slow and careful. You watch him wipe his palms on his shorts, idly wondering if he’s shitting himself internally as much as you are right now. And what he’s freaking out about if he is.

“You... Recognize me? Are you STAY?” He gestures a bit while he talks, like he’s trying to cast a spell on you to understand what he’s trying to say. You think it might work, because your mouth is running off without you before you quite process the words.

“Ahh.. hah, uh,” You chuckle awkwardly, your fingers rising to pinch your lips nervously, “My roommate is. We were at your concert the other day, actually,” And even as you say the words your eyes flick down to his arm. You refocus, hopefully before he could notice the quick glance, but you can’t stop your thoughts from spiraling.

After all, he didn’t have that kind of ink at the concert. You and Taylor were front row, right up on the barricade, you’d seen all eight Stray Kids up close and personal. You’d have remembered such a vivid tattoo. And there were only so many reasons to cover a sleeve like that so completely.

Something complicated settles in your stomach as you realize that Changbin is probably a ‘loud and proud’ kind of soulmate, if he’s showing off his mark like this outside of his work. Work you know prevents him from showing off his mark.

Your mouth keeps running without you while you have your little crisis.

“I didn’t recognize you at reception, I woulda had you sign something for him.” You can’t help the rush of embarrassment that sweeps through you, even as you laugh uncomfortably at your own joke.

Why on earth would you say something like that? This situation is already uncomfortable enough! On so many levels!

Somehow, this seems to have been the right thing to say, though, as Changbin’s eyes light up at your joke, the tension easing a bit.

“I can sign,” He suggests, “It would make me feel...” He starts gesturing again, looking for the word he wants, “Less bad?” He finishes like a question.

And suddenly you understand his awkwardness a lot better. It always sucks to feel indebted to someone.

You laugh a little more freely with your new understanding, “Oh, you really don’t have to,” You assure, “I was just joking.”

He shakes his head, “Think of it as.. trade.” He nods, satisfied with himself.

You bob your head to the side, pressing your lips together with a tiny, frustrated, whine, “I really didn’t want anything from you,” you insist, “I hold onto that pass for my roommate, but he never comes with me anyways. You’re doing me a favor using it, seriously.”

You try to speak slowly and clearly, taking a page from Changbin’s book and letting your hands roam while you speak. You hope your spell of understanding works as well as his did.

He takes a moment to respond, mouthing along to some of your words. It’s kind of fascinating to watch someone translate in real time, especially when the process is written all over their face. It’s a little surreal to be on the other side of it.

Eventually his face clears, and he makes a little ‘ah!’ noise that you really shouldn’t find as endearing as you do. You’re in the middle of rejecting your soulmates, you should not be finding one of them cute right now.

“If it is roommate’s pass, more reason to sign, yes?” He reasons, looking proud of his logic. You huff a tiny laugh at him, absolutely charmed.

“Sure, big guy,” You sigh with defeat, though you can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face, “Sounds like a fair trade. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.”

The two of you stall for a moment, the atmosphere leagues lighter than before.

When the moment seems over, you make a show of looking down at your pocket-less outfit, and then at the ground around you.

“I don’t have a pen on me,” you trail off meaningfully. He looks surprised for a second, like the possibility had never occurred to him.

“Oh,” He looks around as well, lost for a moment, “I can see if front desk has one?” he asks, like he’s looking for instruction. Another thought seems to occur to him then.

“Do you have...” He starts to gesture again, but you cut him off with a nod, fairly certain you’re sure what he’s trying to ask.

“Yeah, I’m sure I can find something for you to sign,” You point in the direction of the locker room, “I’ll probably have to look in my bag though.” You glance between him, the door to the locker room, and the door that leads out to reception.

“Meet back here in 5?” you propose. He seems content with this plan and nods in agreement. “Oh!” You stop him before he can fully turn around.

“Ask for a sharpie,” you instruct, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to find regular paper.” In fact, you’re pretty sure you’ll be sacrificing the spare ball cap you keep in your bag for this. You hope Taylor likes tie-dye.

With that, the two of you go your separate ways. It takes you no time at all to locate the bright monstrosity of a hat, a souvenir you abhorred from one of your father’s many ‘business’ trips. It would be no loss to you, but you take time to see if you have any actual paper around. You need the processing time.

Stars above, what were you thinking? There was no way you were getting out of this without another soulmate bond, but here you were, casually chatting with the guy instead of getting the fuck out of dodge!

You really couldn’t help it though.

Even when he’d been no more than a stranger to you, you hadn’t been able to help the way you gravitated toward Changbin. Now that you knew he was your soulmate, your actions made a lot more sense to you.

You’d always been on the people pleasing side of helpful, but vouching for a complete stranger was new for you. Even now, you were obediently grabbing an item for him to deface with a signature you don’t even want (no matter how thoroughly Taylor would murder you if you’d passed it up) just because you could tell how uneasy Changbin was with just accepting the visitor pass.

It didn’t help that the man was endearing as hell. Every little thing he did seemed cute to you, and you’d barely known him for ten minutes!

You felt like this was a new low for you. Doing things you didn’t really want to, for a man. Taylor would be so disappointed in you.

Having stalled for maybe far too long, you settle on sacrificing the atrocious hat to Changbin’s pen and put your stuff away. Something heavy and squirmy settles in your chest as you make your way back out to retrieve your prize from the man of the hour.

Surprisingly, there’s no accidental meeting of hands when Changbin autographs your hat. He did give you a bit of a bemused look for the choice of item, but you’d just shrugged at him. It was all you were willing to sacrifice, and Taylor should be grateful for even this much, in your opinion.

Unsurprisingly, the lack of first contact does not ease your mind at all. In fact, it rockets up your anxiety another thousand notches. You can’t help checking over your shoulder at every opportunity, despite the fact that Changbin hadn’t left the weights area since he’d settled there and couldn't follow you through the door to the rest of the facility regardless.

Look, you know how the whole first contact thing worked, okay? Fate would put two soulmates in the same place for whatever stupid reason, and find an even stupider reason for them to make skin-to-skin contact. You’d experienced it twice now, and you couldn’t help but think going out of your way to avoid everything Changbin was wouldn’t help you very much.

Even still, you can’t stay paranoid and vigilant forever. When nothing happens while you finish your cardio, or when you work your way through both the pool and the sauna, you admittedly let down your guard a bit.

Maybe that’s why, after you’ve made your way back to the front room to try and finish your workout, when you’re mid-stretch and staring daggers at a weight machine you’re sure you’ll figure out how to use if you glare long enough, you jump about five miles out of your skin when you hear Changbin’s voice behind you.

Jumping from such a precarious position is never a good idea, and your sudden movement has set your head on a one-way collision course with the gym’s hardwood floors about it.

Hands fly around your middle, catching you awkwardly around your ribs. Unfortunately, all this noble attempt to catch you does is slow your descent, giving you just enough time to flinch violently enough to bring your arms up and prevent your head from meeting the ground and brace for impact.

The rest of you still hits the ground pretty hard, and Changbin’s knees and elbows meet a similar fate, his own head saved by headbutting your stomach, knocking the air out of you even harder than it already had been.

The two of you sit there a moment, groaning with the pain of your fall. At least you don’t have a concussion. You’ll take every small mercy with the way the universe has treated you lately.

Some part of you is cognizant enough to give the heavens a heartfelt thank you when you notice that none of your aches and pains are from your soulbond activating. Somehow, through that entire debacle, and even considering the amount of exposed skin between your t-shirt and his, you hadn’t managed to touch. You’re still safe.

As the shock starts to wear off, you start to become aware of the warmth of large hands still resting heavily against your sides, both soothing and wildly distracting. It’s like every fiber of your being is focused on where he’s touching you, warm and weighty. Changbin’s head still buried in your abdomen doesn’t help with the building fluster taking over your brain.

You swear one of his thumbs has landed squarely on one of the flower buds directly opposite Lee Know’s Bellflowers, and the tingly feeling of the bond weakly trying and failing to establish through the thin barrier of your shirt is not helping your mushy brain at all.

You tip your head back to stare at the ceiling, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to prevent yourself from doing something stupid, like confessing all of your sins to Changbin right then and there.

Maybe you did have a concussion after all.

It’s probably been less than a minute since the two of you hit the floor, but it feels like ten hours have passed when Changbin finally lifts his head, wide eyes finding yours frantically.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” He asks, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, are you okay?” He uses his hold on you to gently lift you to a seated position, removing them in favor of hovering politely as he fusses. You don’t think he’s realized he’s reverted to his native Korean in his panic.

“I’m alright, I’m okay,” you assure him in the same language, “Just bruised a bit, I’m fine.”

He continues to fuss a bit more, running you through a quick series of concussion tests even after you tell him that you hadn’t hit your head at all. It’s only after he’s helping you to your feet, respectfully allowing you to use a clothed part of his arm to help yourself up, that he clocks the language the both of you are using.

“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” He teases, “You speak Korean all of the sudden.”

You can’t help the little laugh that escapes you, nor can you help how his smug little smile makes your heart flutter. “I’ve spoken Korean the whole time.” You inform him.

“And you didn’t tell me? You just let me struggle?” The fondness in his smile assures you that he’s just joking, so you respond in kind.

“You were just trying so hard...” You shrug sheepishly and delight in the full body laugh that tears out of him. You wait for him to calm before you ask, “What did you need, by the way? I didn’t catch what you said before, well..” You gesture helplessly at the floor.

It’s his turn to look sheepish now, shoulders hiking up and a nervous hand making its way to his neck, “Ah, that.” he shrugs, “I was just saying that you had a pretty soulmark.”

The sudden compliment catches you off guard, and you suddenly become aware that your camisole has come loose from where it had been tucked into your sweats. Your hand flies up to cover the now-covered skin of your stomach, feeling sick.

You can’t remember when it happened, and the thought of however many strangers seeing your soulmark, no matter how little of it, sends a sharp note of dread through your body. You suddenly feel eyes digging into your skin, despite being covered again as soon as you’d stood up. You feel a bit sick, your skin crawling with discomfort.

You’re aware that your camisole would have ridden up to your lower back, at most, but there’s no telling how much of your mark anyone might have seen. What Changbin might have seen, what he may have noticed.

Changbin must notice your sudden pallid complexion, and continues on, trying to reassure you, probably. You barely hear him over the heartbeat in your ears, your trembling hands trying to discreetly tuck the undershirt back in while he speaks.

“I just meant that it’s very colorful and vibrant,” He explains, smile fading from his face as concern starts to cloud it at your reaction, “Whoever your soulmate is, they’re very lucky.”

“Ah, I don’t know them yet,” You counter. It’s even the truth. You hadn’t spoken much to any of your soulmates so far. Well, until now, you guess.

“Oh, well, I stand by what I said.” He asserts, his easy grin betrayed by the pinch between his brows, “Whoever your soulmate is will be very lucky to have you.”

“I don’t know about all that,” You tilt your head with self-deprecating consideration.

Maybe it’s a lingering guilt for how you’ve been handling your soulmates so far that makes you continue the thought, instead of laughing it off like the joke it should be. Maybe you just want him- want them- to know why you’ve been acting this way, “I don’t even know if I want to meet them, so I’m not sure how lucky they could be to have me as a soulmate.”

Changbin levels you with an absolutely baffled look, as if you’ve just challenged the very foundation of his worldview.

“Why not?” He asks, “Doesn’t everyone want to meet their soulmate?”

You wrap yourself in a loose hug, one hand rubbing soothingly at your elbow, and shrug, “I just... I haven’t had great experiences with soulmates, is all.” You can’t keep your eyes from straying to his soulmark, vibrant and full.

It’s an image that would be hard to elbow your way into, and you can’t imagine a way that the addition of you could possibly enhance it. It still feels unfinished to you, but it doesn’t look that way. You feel both better and worse about yourself, knowing that they didn’t need you.

A glance at Changbin’s utterly lost face has you opening your mouth before you can think about it, shoulders beginning to climb up to your ears.

“Not all soulmates get along, you know?” You mutter sullenly, almost to yourself.

Changbin seems to consider this for a moment, head tilting cutely to the side as he takes in your claim.

“I mean, sure.” He draws his words out slowly, carefully, with a little furrow between his brows. “Everyone fights sometimes, but you get through it together, right? That’s what makes you soulmates. Choosing to stick together.”

You couldn’t hold in the scoff and eye-roll combo that rips out of you if you’d tried. “Yeah, maybe.”

You’d feel bad about the venom in your voice, or the way it causes Changbin to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot, but you can’t find it in yourself to care at the moment. Something sick and dark twists around your stomach, and the battle to keep a deep scowl from your face is the only one you’re willing to fight right now.

“I have a feeling that was the wrong thing to say,” Changbin smiles wanly at you, and you meet his eyes for barely a second before you find yourself melting beneath his earnest gaze. The thorns around your heart ease just enough to bleed, and you shrug at him again.

“When people stay together just because they’re soulmates it only makes things worse.” you tell him, “Nothing gets magically fixed just because you’re soulmates.”

Surprisingly, Changbin agrees easily, “Well, yeah, that’s not the kind of sticking together I’m talking about,” He explains, “I meant more, like,” He gestures as he tries to find his words, and your heart positively aches as you realize the habit transcends languages.

You find yourself softening more and relaxing out of your defensive curl out of sheer endearment. You’re sure you’d be making absolute heart-eyes at Changbin right now if the topic at hand wasn’t so deeply uncomfortable for you.

“Ok, let me try an example,” He eventually decides, his eyes following your gaze where it had once again returned to his soulmark without your permission. He flexes a bit, making the flowers on his skin bounce and dance with a small, fond, smile. “I’m soulmates with the other members, right?”

He says it easily, casually, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You almost nod along, before you remember that the world at large definitely does not have that information, even if you do, and you meet his smug little smirk with wide-eyed shock.

You can’t help but gape at him for the casual confession, glancing around the empty gym like someone else might’ve heard Changbin’s brazen confession. He’s already waving you off before you can sputter out the questions stuck in your throat.

“It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it. It’s not like we try very hard to hide it.” He does a weird little half-nod-half-shrug motion at his soulmark, “But yeah, we’re all soulmates, and we all pretty much knew before debut, even though Innie’s mark hadn’t shown up yet.”

You do nod this time. Slowly, though, as you try to figure out where he’s going with this. Changbin takes it as permission to continue, and so he does.

“Well, Jeongin’s our baby, and even though marks show up at 18, you’re not an adult in Korea until 19, so there’s a lot we had to leave him out on.” He grimaces a little, “Being an Idol is stressful as it is, throwing a new soul bond and puberty and all that on top wasn’t very helpful. We were all volatile and fragile. But Innie definitely took it the worst. He felt left behind and unfair and angry with it all.”

He chuckles and gives a little shrug, “We had our share of knock-down, drag-outs.” He admits sheepishly, “It wasn’t an easy time for us.” He rolls his head toward the ceiling and, despite Changbin’s efforts, you can easily spot the smitten look on his face along with his cherry-red ears.

“But we made it through,” He says softly, “We took the time to dig into all of his insecurities and find what we could do to help him. He made the choice to be vulnerable and honest with us. It took time to get here, but we made it through.”

Changbin meets your eyes again, “That’s what I mean when I say soulmates are about choosing to stick together. You work through the hard times and disagreements together, work toward something better. Soulmates are destiny, but love is choice.”

You let his words rattle around your brain as you get lost in his earnest gaze. Let the idea settle into you like something entirely new, like it wasn’t your understanding of healthy relationships beforehand. Of course that’s the ideal, you know that. No one is perfect and all that, everyone disagrees sometimes. It’s discussing it and finding solutions together that makes a partnership work long-term. You know that.

For the first time, you wonder if you’d just always considered soulmates an exception to the rule.

You’d automatically assigned soulmates as a concept a failing grade at working their problems through. Your parents certainly never worked out their issues, and every soulmate you’d ever seen in the media was an automatic happy-ending. As soon as that bond snaps into place, the story’s over. Happily ever after.

You’d always thought ‘ever after’ must be an awful short time.

‘Love is choice’ echoes through you like something divine.

You break Changbin’s gaze and offer him a half-hearted shrug. “I guess.” you concede, “My soulmates probably have a lot of work cut out for them with me, though. So I still don’t know if they’d want me.”

“I think it’d be worth the work,” Changbin smiles gently at you, “To be your soulmate, I mean.”

You feel heat rush up your neck and bless your genetics for keeping it from showing on your cheeks. You disguise your bashfulness by lightly slapping Changbin’s shoulder (and woah is he solid under your hand when you do) and loudly complain about him being a flirt.

He responds by doing his best to fluster you, clearly enjoying putting those fanservice skills to use. You complain with every flex and smoulder, especially when he starts unleashing the aegyo, and the two of you let the banter and laughter chase away the somber mood.

Eventually you settle, and Changbin nods at the very intimidating machine you’d been staring at what felt like a lifetime ago now.

“Did you need a spotter?” He offers. You hem and haw for a moment, before sheepishly admitting that you need a teacher more than a spotter. When he lights up and offers to be that, too, you can’t help the way your eyes travel up and down his body with open admiration.

He certainly looks plenty qualified, and really, you’re only a girl. If your once-over leaves him with red ears and a smug grin, well. You’ll consider it your revenge for now.

You very quickly realize your mistake in letting him coach you.

Changbin tours you quickly around various machines, explaining their functions and the proper ways to use them to avoid injury. All well and good, and you ask permission to record short videos of him doing so in case you find yourself forgetting his advice, which he graciously allows on the condition you don’t share them anywhere.

You agree after negotiating for viewing rights for Taylor, with the reasoning that the lure of the videos might actually get your roommate back into the gym with you. It makes Changbin laugh enough to indulge you.

And then he actually starts you on a machine, after getting a rundown on what you’d already done today, and you experience hell on earth.

The thing is, he’s unfairly good at coaching you through it. He keeps up a steady stream of warm encouragement and light jokes even as you curse him out for steadily increasing the weights on each machine you work through. He’s right there to help you through the sets the moment you start to get too tired and is almost preternaturally good at pushing you to only just above your limits.

And his hands are always right there. He’s almost always touching you somehow, throughout the whole thing. His touch is light, coaching and clinical, and unfailingly polite. Still, the warmth of his skin through your flimsy gym-wear feels heavy. Nearly threatening. Distracting, at the very least.

You’ll definitely need those videos later.

It’s a relief when it’s over. You’re sore and sweaty and you have to go sit at a desk for six or more hours when you leave, which you’re very much not looking forward to.

Changbin splits with you to hit the showers, but somehow you still come together again before you pass reception.

“Thanks for today,” you say as the two of you stall your goodbyes, “I had a lot of fun. You’ve more than earned that guest pass.” you tease, smile wide and mischievous.

He’s smiling too, even as he shoves your shoulder and complains about you extorting him.

When you run out of things to say, you shuffle lightly in place. It’s not like you expect him to give you his number, he is an Idol after all, but still you can’t quite make yourself leave. You find yourself casting around for something, anything, to say to make the moment last. To stay in his presence just a second longer.

You shake yourself out of it once you notice. You might not be running from them anymore, but you certainly weren’t trying to make friends with your soulmates. The longer you stayed in his presence, the more likely it was that you’d end up with another first contact.

At last, after a far-too-long moment of silence, you hold out your hand and offer a flat, closed-lip smile.

“It was really nice to meet you, Changbin.” You tell him sincerely, eyes locked on his. You swear looking your soulmates in the eye is some kind of hypnosis, the way you always get lost in them when you do. Something about it just makes you feel a tiny bit dumb, like your brain gets switched off.

“You too, y/n.” He agrees, reaching for your offered hand. You only realize what you’ve just done as your name leaves his lips, your eyes widening as they dart down to his hand and yours, but it’s far too late.

Your breath hitches a moment before his skin makes contact with yours, and you watch it happen in slow motion. He grasps your hand and pulls you in instead of settling for the more distant and formal farewell. All too quickly you’re settled into his grasp, completely enveloped in him and dizzy with more than just his warmth as soft prickles dance up your side.

You feel more than you hear him gasp, his hold on you so complete. Your head ends up on his shoulder as you stumble into him from his pull, and you get a front row seat to the top of his shoulder filling in with outlines and shadows from your place tucked against his neck, dull colors adding a definition to the images in his soulmark and settling like they’d always been there.

Distantly, you feel chest tighten with completion, with satisfaction and something smug and proud at the sight, even as your mind starts screaming.

Changbin is solid against you, comforting and almost stiflingly warm from both his workout and shower. You catch a whiff of his soap, the scent muting the alarm bells blaring in your brain even as you lay limp against him with the shock.

And then his hold on you tightens just a bit, only for a moment, but it’s all that it takes for you to break.

Your breath begins to hitch, visions of sweet touches turning sour and threatening violence causing you to flinch violently in Changbin’s comforting embrace. You feel your eyes begin to wet as you start to struggle, needing out, out, out.

It must have been less than a second, but Changbin pulls back, still holding you by your shoulders like he doesn’t know how to let go.

“Y/n?” He asks, voice small. You can only shake your head, breaths coming out in harsh gasps, limbs trembling violently. Changbin hurriedly lowers the two of you to the floor, much more prepared than you are for your limbs to give out halfway down.

He finally releases you as you settle and you curl tightly into yourself. The places where he’d held you feel frozen now, the cold viciously settling into your bones, even as Changbin does his best to get your attention and guide you through a breathing exercise.

You can’t focus on him though, the sensation of flowers blooming on your skin overwhelming, the memory of his touch both welcome and suffocating.

“S- ‘orry, I’m-” You hiccup, “I’m so- so s’rry-” If Changbin is at all put off by your sudden breakdown, he doesn’t show it. He just tilts his head and offers you hushed words of assurance.

“Nothing to be sorry for, y/n,” he assures, “It’s alright, just breathe, ok?”

He offers you a hand and you can’t help but take it, the warmth startling a breath into you that you hadn’t been aware you needed. Changbin guides your hand to his chest, instructing you to breathe with him, and you automatically focus on the heavy thump of his heartbeat under your palm.

He keeps talking to you, trying to keep your attention, but your mind spins wildly away from you even as you finally manage a deep inhale under Changbin’s attention.

You need to tell him that you’d known since he’d first spoken to you who he was. Who he was to you, even, but you can’t open your mouth to do more than gasp another apology. You’re sure he’ll hate you, leave you there on the floor of the gym to die like you deserve, especially after all you’d told him about how you feel about soulmates.

He’ll hate you for putting his soulmates through rejection, for refusing to speak to them or even look them in the eye. He’ll leave you here, humiliated on the gym’s floor, and you’ll deserve it because you’re a horrible person who wouldn’t even give them a breadth of a chance because you were too damn scared-

A hand grasps your spare one, the one not touching him, not keeping you just barely above the waves of hyperventilating, and you hadn’t even noticed it scrabbling at the stretched out neckline of your t-shirt until it’s gently pried away and guided to a wall of firm muscle.

Your fingers instinctively grasp what’s suddenly underneath them, and your vision stutters back in as a soft tingling rockets its way up your arm.

You distantly acknowledge that it was probably a bad thing that your vision had faded off with your eyes stuck wide open, staring blankly at legs you couldn’t feel. Right now, however, all you can experience is Changbin. His mark under your fingers, grip clawing and desperate. His heartbeat under your palm, faster than it should be, but steady and loud and feeling like it’s part of your own body.

Like he knows he has your attention again, Changbin ducks down to catch your eyes. You find nothing in them but concern and a soft emotion you couldn’t hope to pinpoint.

“Y/n,” He calls softly, “Y/n, do you mind if I touch you?” The gentleness he speaks to you with is devastating, like he’s trying to place your panicked mind on a cloud of care. You want so desperately to accept that care from him.

You nod, small jerky movements to indicate your agreement even as gasping sobs still stutter in your chest.

Changbin immediately moves, shuffling closer to you on his knees and releasing the wrist of your hand, the one still grasping at his mark like it’d disappear if you relaxed so much as a millimeter. He uncrosses his arms from the awkward reach he’d had to use to maneuver your hands where he wanted them, and reaches his now free hand to rest gently but firmly on your waist, right over his place within your own mark.

The resonance from his touch is weaker, the material of your shirt in his way, but with both sides active the feeling floods you in a way you could never describe.

You know, in the back of your mind, that you’ve read about resonance before. That you know all about the flood of endorphins and other feel-good hormones that it causes, that you’ve read first hand accounts from all sorts of people swearing up and down it feels better than any orgasm ever could. In the moment though, you feel like your brain has been reset completely. Back to factory settings, entirely blank.

You come back to yourself in slow blinks, resonance still echoing brightly between you and Changbin. Your one hand is still tightly clasped to his chest, and you’re sure you’re only breathing right now due to the steady rise and fall of Changbin’s chest. The two of you are still gripping each other’s marks.

You feel unsettled as awareness returns to your body. You feel floaty and not all there, even as you calm enough to feel the numbness of your legs and the pain in your knees from hitting the floor. An increasingly familiar tingling feeling is emanating from each of your active soulmarks, despite the fact that you know the other two should have no idea how you’re feeling right now.

Your bond wasn’t strong enough for that. You hadn’t given it the chance to be.

The thought that they might just be thinking of you gives you a soft and fluttery sort of feeling.

Finally, Changbin pulls back, removing his hand from your mark and sliding up your arm to gently pry yours from his bicep. You’d wince at the marks your nails had left on his skin if you didn’t still feel like your bones were vibrating on the astral plane from the intensity of a reciprocal resonance.

He gently holds both of your hands in his and settles them between you, catching your eye again.

“You back with me, bubs?” He asks, smile light and tone even. You’d think him unaffected if not for the redness of his ears and the slight haze in his eyes.

Right. Eight soulmates. He’s probably used to it.

He’s also trying to get you down from a panic attack, you remember as your hands begin to faintly tremble in his grip. You nod slightly at his question, apologizing again.

“Hey, no.” Changbin scolds softly, eyes locked on yours, “You’ve nothing to be sorry for, it’s okay. Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You shake your head in refusal of both ideas, opening your mouth once, twice, three times, before huffing irritatedly at the lack of words falling from your lips. Changbin squeezes your hands to keep your attention on him, expression open and accepting. His silence allows yours to end.

“I just- It’s just that I-” You breathe harshly through your nose, squeezing his hands back to ground yourself, “I knew from when I realized who you were that you were my soulmate.” you grind out in halting words, the trembling spreading from your hands up to your chest. You take in a shuddering breath, “That’s why I was apologizing. Because I knew and I still said those things to you.”

You can tell your confession takes Changbin off guard. The man blinks rapidly as he takes in the new information, slotting your earlier behavior against your reaction just now and having trouble connecting them.

“Soulmates terrify me,” you confess quietly, before he can ask, “You’re so nice, but you’re so fucking scary to me, I’m sorry.”

With that, you remove your hands from his, and Changbin just sort of helplessly lets you go, a lost expression taking over his face. You try to stumble to your feet, and he scrambles up to help you, caring even through his confusion.

You can feel the trembling travel to your legs, and you’re glad for his steady hold despite yourself. You feel like a stiff breeze might knock you over.

“I need- I- I’ve gotta- argh!” You clench your teeth with frustration, taking a deep, bracing, breath, before trying again. “I need to go home.” You’d like to say it came out strong and self-assured, but the words leave you in a breathless whimper that makes you feel small and pathetic.

Everything about this makes you feel small and pathetic.

Changbin catches your eyes again, brows creased in concern.

Except for him.

“Of course, whatever you need,” He assures, “Can I call a car for you? A friend? Your roommate?”

You shake your head, hopelessly endeared by his need to help you. You feel guilty for refusing him when he’d just pivoted from the bombshell you’d dropped on him to focus on your care but you- you needed to go home. You needed to leave, and it was taking every ounce of effort you could spare to keep from bolting.

“No, I can- I’ve got- I want- shit.” The curse spills from you unbidden, frustration with the vestiges of your panic refusing to leave you building sharply. If anything, Changbin’s concern only grows deeper as you struggle to express yourself.

“I need to move, I’ll walk.” Your mouth finally allows you to spit out, almost aggressively. Changbin almost seems to despair at your declaration.

Looking at your own condition, you can’t blame him. Trembling like a leaf and barely able to speak, you’d never let yourself leave if you’d been in his place. You can’t spare the energy to explain that if anyone tried anything at you in this condition you’d probably try to kill them first and ask questions later.

You don’t handle stress well.

Still, despite his obvious reluctance, Changbin lets you leave his embrace.

You’re more stable on your feet now, and a deep breath fills you with a facade of confidence that will see you home. Changbin’s hands still hover around you, as if waiting for you to shatter apart again.

“If you need anything, please call me, okay? Anything at all, please call me.” He pleads with you. You only manage to give him another tiny nod before you dip into a full bow and turn to flee.

Changbin watches you go with a face full of concern and confusion.

‘I think it’d be worth the work, to be your soulmate’ he’d said. You can’t help but wonder, as the gym disappears behind you, if he still thinks that.

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Yet Unnamed

Chapter 3

Masterlist

Korean is in italics.

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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When you woke next, it was morning, and you were in Chan's bed. Well. Your bed. You could smell the unmistakable scent of breakfast foods.

Groaning through a stretch you were awake, but not ready to get out of bed yet. You were warm and comfortable. The mattress on this bed was so good!

Your muscles were sore from stress and using them to the max to fight off the kidnappers. The ache only making itself known after a hot shower and a good nights rest.

"Y/n! Breakfast's ready!" Someone shouted from outside the room.

You groaned again trying to decide if you were hungry enough to get up. Also weighing the odds of the others leaving you alone if you didn't make an appearance soon.

The second question was answered not even a full minute later when your door opened and a mass off messy blonde hair crawled into the bed next to you.

"Did you hear Lino?" Felix asked as he snuggled up to you.

"Mhm. Comfy." You grumble.

"I helped him." Felix revealed with a hint of pride.

You snort. "I remember your attempt at pancakes."

"I've gotten better since then. Been practicing." He whined. The sound made you giggle.

"Is everyone here?" You had met most everyone last night, but you were still nervous today.

Today there would be questions. And small talk. Getting to know each other and not knowing how to act around the other. Talking about the future.

Felix flung a leg over me. "Yah. Hyune and Lino are excited to officially meet you. Lino insisted on carrying you to bed last night and everything."

You blushed at the thought of THE Lee Know carrying you to bed princess style. Your head resting on his chest and possibly drooling all over him. You probably drooled on Felixs lap too. Ugh!

Eventually you both got out of bed.

"You are tiny." Lee Know stated as soon as he saw you.

You look down at your body. You were average height and weight. Overweight by Korean standards for sure. You wouldn't say tiny at all. "Um, thanks?" You weren't sure he meant it as a compliment, but generally being 'tiny' isn't a negative thing.

Lee Know handed me a plate of food. "You need to eat."

You shrugged not arguing. Breakfast is supposed to be the most important meal of the day after all. "Your food is very good." You complimented as you sat and started on your food.

You smirked as Lee Knows cheeks reddened tomato red. He rubbed his nose and turned away with a nod, not saying anything.

Hyunjin sat across from you with a shy smile. You smiled back easily, insides melting at how cutely shy he was being.

Felix sat near Hyunjin, picking at his plate of food instead of getting his own. It was oddly domestic and adorable to watch. And it must have been a normal occurrence because Hyunjin seemed to be moving bits of food closer to Felix for him to grab. Making sure he got a good mix of all the items available.

Everyone chatted idly as you ate but seemed to be giving you some space. You were thankful. Not awake enough yet for the world and its insanity. At the same time, you kinda felt anxious, like the moments before removing a band aid when you know its gunna hurt so you are clenched tight and psyching yourself up.

It was time to rip off the band aid. Proverbially. "I am sorry for kicking you out of your own home last night." You looked at Lee Know, Hyunjin, I.N, and Seungmin when you said this. Even if I.N and Seungmin ended up coming home early.

Hyunjin waved your apology off. "Don't worry about it. Lee Know and I had a wonderful date night." He smiled over at Lee Know when he said this, who had a soft look on his face.

That reminded you of one of your questions regarding this soul bond group. STAYS had theories of course, but neither JYPE nor Stray Kids have ever confirmed any relationships within the group. "So, you two are together?"

Hyunjin nodded and shrugged, mouth full of pancake.

"We are all kind of in an open poly relationship thing with each other." Chan tried to explain.

"We don't so much think about labels as much as being with who we want , doing what we want. What feels right in that moment." I.N helped out.

You nod in understanding. It wasn't unheard of in soul groups. Other famous people have described it as finding the person you needed in that moment. I.N was saying the same.

And it explains why they never confirmed relationships to the media. Honestly STAY loved it though. They could ship whoever they wanted, and they would be right. Even if they didn't know it for sure.

"Is that...is that okay?" Felix asked. He looked worried, studying your facial expressions for a negative reaction.

You smile. "Absolutely. I was just thinking that no matter who STAY shipped they would be right. And we go feral for ships."

"Are you STAY then?" Changbin asked. He was sat close beside you.

You thought about it. You were in kind of an odd position now. "Yes? I mean I was, you know, before. And I guess my love of your music and stage personas hasn't changed."

"And JYP didn't make anything any easier." Bin scoffed.

"He went about it wrong, but he was only trying to help everyone." Chan was trying to play devil's advocate so there wouldn't be a more hostile work environment than usual. It was understandable.

However, Bin was not having any of it. Chans words seemed to piss him off. He snatched my arm and thrust it towards Chan. "He hurt y/n! Kidnapped her, drugged her! Left physical marks on her!" He snapped. Even angry his grip on my arm was gentle, careful of the bruising.

Reminding himself of all this seemed to really upset him and Bin pulled you into his lap, arms around you loosely in case you didn't want to be there.

Your heart skipped about 7 beats and you could feel your face burn, but you didn't move to get off either. As odd and new as all this was, that place in your chest felt good whenever one of them was affectionate with you.

Instead of overthinking it you let yourself lean back into Bins chest, dragging your plate of food closer so you could continue eating.

"I know exactly what he did, Bin. And I said he was wrong. I only meant that his intentions were in the right place."

"Plus, I mean, he did bring y/n to us." Han pointed out.

"And because of what JYP did we almost lost her, and we have to keep her a hidden. Keep her tucked away like a dirty secret." Bin squeezed your middle tighter as he said this, his voice thinning as he talked about almost losing you.

Absentmindedly you rubbed his forearm in comfort. You couldn't exactly say he was wrong. You knew the consequences of anyone finding out how you got to Korea. The kidnapping would linger over the group for a long time.

The room was silent after this. The air thick with sadness and frustration.

"I really want to show you off." Felix mumbled. The broken look on his face squeezed your heart uncomfortably.

"Its not possible. Not right now." You reply into the following silence.

"Easy fix. We show you off! Screw what anyone says!" Lee Know snapped glaring at you.

I looked away. "What he did - how this started - it will always hang over our heads if we let it get out."

"It doesn't have to! You are making it!"

You knew he was lashing out in hurt, but you couldn't help the defensive anger building in your chest. You push away your plate and sat forward. "And when they question our soul bond? When it ends Stray Kids? Everything you have ever worked for. It's dangerous enough even keeping me hidden!"

The reminder of the consequences seemed to bring everyone up short. You don't think anyone really thought that far ahead. Didn't think of how the world and its harshness would tear apart everything they were everything you all were.

Chan took a shaky breath. "She is right. It would end Stray Kids, and we can't risk it."

Lee Know hit the table with his fist before storming off, a door slamming a couple seconds later making me flinch lightly in surprise.

Sighing and blinking back frustrated tears you pat Bins hand before standing up. "I'm going to go talk to him." You whisper.

"Third door." Seungmin responded.

You knocked on my door lightly, knowing everyone was listening. "Lee Know?" You called.

"Go away!" Came the reply.

"Do you really want that?" You would leave if he wanted, but for some reason you didn't think that was what he really, truly wanted.

There was silence before the door opened just enough for Lee Know to pull you in and shut the door again firmly.

You immediately had and armful of Lee Know as he wrapped around you and hid in your hair with a suspiciously wet sniff.

"Just got you and I don't want to leave you behind."

You rubbed his back gently. "I'm sorry, Lee Know. I can't be the reason all your hard work goes to waste."

"What's the point of it? It won't ever feel like we are whole when we are away!"

"You will still have each other. That will never change. And you will always come back to me."

"It hurts. Without you, it hurts. It's like you are the center - the heart of our soul group. And it hurts when you aren't with us."

You knew it hurt, you knew because even thinking and talking about them leaving you behind hurt. But there was no other way. Not until someone came up with a way to hide your origin story.

"You will get used to the hurt eventually. And you will be too busy while you are working to really notice it. It will become normal." Even if you never wanted it to feel normal. You never wanted to be left behind, abandoned all alone in this apartment. In this country and city you didn't know.

Lee Know didn't answer, just kept holding onto you, sniffing occasionally.

Your moment was interrupted by raised voices from out in the living room. Sounds of slamming and shouts in Korean muffled through the closed door you were behind. You pulled apart and glanced at each other before leaving the room cautiously. Lee Know took the lead, hand reaching back to keep you behind him and so he knew where you were.

What - or rather who - you saw made you wish you stayed in the bedroom.

JYPs nasty self stood in the doorway.

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A/N: I had originally planned on posting every Friday. However, I can already see that I am not going to stick to that.

Since this one is already written and all I am doing is typing it up and changing/adding things as I go, I am already up to chapter 7 being ready to be posted and it makes me itch to have them just sit them.

That being said, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and look forward to more in the future. (the near future most likely)

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i love ppl being sneaky abt pretending to not understand what ppl are saying, it’s so funny esp when later the person says something completely fluently and shocks everyone😂 i’m really enjoying this story rn!! highly recommend!

Yet Unnamed

Chapter 2

Masterlist

Korean is in bold and italic.

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

Twenty minutes later, all 4 of you were in a car heading to the Stray Kids apartment.  Something you would have killed for in the past.  But now you were nervous.  Your leg kept bouncing unconsciously, and you kept your gaze out the window, lip between your teeth.

“Why did you 3 stay behind?”  You ask mainly to distract yourself from the situation.  You understood why they sent Changbin away.  If he was truly ready to get violent, then that wasn’t a good thing, and it was for the best that he was removed from the situation.  And the temptation.

“We are the nicest, and Hyung is the leader.”  Han shrugged simply.

Honestly, valid.  If any of them were going to put someone at ease, it would be the sunshine twins.

Felix reached over and brushed your arm lightly with his fingertips.  He had been doing this every few minutes since he was forced to let go of your hands.  It was almost like he needed to make sure I was real.  That I was actually here and solid and okay.

With a sigh that was half fond, you roll your eyes and grab his hand, lacing your fingers firmly with his.  Contact may help your nerves anyway.  It was a win-win.  Felix did seem to visibly relax in his seat, face smoothing out and looking content.

Chan looked back from the front seat.  He had been texting on his phone for almost the whole ride.  “I have someone bringing you clothes and a phone.”  He informed you.  “Here, text them anything else you want.”  He handed you back his phone without hesitation.

“Can you do that?  Just hand your phone to some rando you just met?”  You ask not moving to take the device.  You didn’t know how it worked for him, but you had all kinds of information on your phone.  Passwords, noods, bank numbers, you name it!  You could do all sorts of things with his phone if you had the intention to.

Your fangirl heart was really struggling today.  You are not sure how you weren’t screaming and crying being so close to 3 members of Stray Kids.  You were even almost calmly holding Felixs hand!  THE BangChan was now handing you his PERSONAL PHONE!   That’s it!  You can’t!  You just can’t!

Chan patiently continues to hold the phone out to you.  “You could argue that my soul has known yours for a long time, so we aren’t strangers.  Plus, you aren’t some rando.  You are our soulmate.  I would give you anything.”

Blushing, you take the phone gingerly.  It was opened to an ongoing text chain with someone named Dohyun.  The chain started in Korean but transitioned to English.  You didn’t think they realized you could read and write Korean fluently since you were 6 years old.  Your grandfather was a very traditional man and insisted on it.  He taught you all about your heritage.  Even on his deathbed, he was giving you last-minute lessons.

You kept hold of Felixs hand even as you used both yours to start typing in English.  It was sneaky and shady, but you wanted to see – or well hear – what they would say if they didn’t know you could understand them.  And it’s not like they ever asked, and you lied about knowing Korean.  They just assumed.

The first thing you did was send them your bank info and very strict instructions to use only your money.  You would not let yourself be indebted to them.  Well, any more than you already were.  You weren’t keeping track, but since they kidnapped you, you felt like you were pretty even right now, with them letting you stay with them, and you wanted to keep it that way.

You could feel Felix reading over your shoulder, but he didn’t protest.  He just watched in silence as you made your list and gave them clothing sizes and preferences.  You only needed enough to get by for now.  You had stuff back at your house, and anything else you could shop for yourself.

“Did I miss anything?”  You ask Felix after coming up on nothing else to add for a long minute.

Felix hummed as he thought.  “Do you want your own bedsheets or anything?”  He asked.  You shake your head.  You could use what they had already.  No use spending money on that.

Han leaned in to look, but didn’t give any suggestions, so you sent the message and handed Chan his phone back before your inner demons won and you started to look through his phone and invade his privacy and trust.  You were only human, after all.

Chan scanned the text but also didn’t say anything about your instructions to only use your money.  You choose to believe it was them respecting your wishes and not something else odd or secret going on like the dark part of your brain was trying to tell you it was.

When the car finally slowed and came to a stop, you didn’t move to get out.  Instead, you looked out the window again at the very imposing building you would be living in.  You were not a big city person.  You avoided large crowds for the most part.  So this extremely tall and glittery building was overpowering to you.

“This had been a very hard day for me.”  You say quietly to no one in particular.  You didn’t know how to describe everything you were feeling.  How mixed your thoughts were.  The ups and downs you have been through over the last few hours alone.  You could feel your mind and emotions wanting to go numb, comfortably blank.  You could feel yourself fighting to not shut down.  There was still a lot to do yet before you could.

Chan reached and patted your knee lightly.  “I warned them to give you some space tonight.  Lino made you some dinner, but he and Hyunjin headed out for the evening.”

“What about Seungminnie and Ayen?”  Han asked.

You were thankful they were giving you a few minutes more to get ready.  Also that you weren’t going to be bombarded by the other members of the group just yet.

“And Bin Hyung?”  Felix asked, back to stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Min and Ayen went to practice some more.  They said they would be there until late.  Bin refused to leave.  He is still worked up.  Y/n, he is a clinger, and since he was so affected by what they did to you, he will most likely be worse than usual. Just be prepared, and don't be afraid to tell him to back off if you need to. He will get over it."

You nod absently, already knowing that you will welcome the cuddles after the day you have had. Especially since it will bring more comfort to the space in your chest that the others affect.

Just four. You could handle one more person for sure. And food sounded amazing. You hadn't had anything since breakfast the day you were kidnapped. Whenever that was. At this point, you didn't know. Was it a day ago? Two days? Time was gone at this point. And right now, you didn't care to figure it out. It could wait until tomorrow. It would right itself eventually. When it mattered. When you needed it.

Now that you were thinking about food, your stomach clenched in hunger. You were thankful it didn't make an embarrassing sound like it always did in anime's.

"Is Lee Know really a good cook or is that just hype?" You ask, both out of curiosity and to buy yourself more time.

Han laughed. "Oh, it's not hype. It's amazing!" His laugh made you smile.

Felix tugged on your hand. "C'mon. We got you." He spoke lowly, giving the illusion of privacy.

His assurance, however, did help a bit, and you gave him a nod. As if waiting for a cue you didn't see or hear, the door was opened, and you were on your way to the apartment. You kind of felt odd. Out of body.

Chan barely guided you through the door before a large set of arms engulfed you. You blink and freeze in confusion.

"Bin, give her a minute!" Chan chastised behind you.

You take a deep breath and wave him off. Using the hand not still holding Felixs to rub down Changbins spine in soothing long strokes. He shivered lightly in response.

After a minute, he let go and took a step back. "I'm sorry. Last time I saw you, you were so out of it and terrified. I haven't been able to get it out of my head." He shifted, not so subtly checking me over, eyes lingering on my bruised wrists and hands.

"Most of those are my fault. I broke out of two sets of zip ties before they used the metal cuffs." You shrugged. All those hours of doom scrolling through the clock app did actually do some good. You learned how to break zip ties. It gave you a chance to attempt to escape. You weren't successful in escaping, but you for sure made it difficult for them. And you were oddly proud of that fact.

Changbins face lit up with a smile, and you blinked, stunned. "What?" You asked.

"Out girl is a fighter! I'm just so proud!" He responded.

"Changbin!" Chan snapped. Probably because of the 'our girl' comment. You just chose to ignore it. Choose your battles and all that jazz.

You shrugged one shoulder. "I wasn't about to go down without a fight."

Changbins face dropped so abruptly into a dark mask that you had to stop yourself from stepping back automatically as a shiver of fear crawled up your spine. That look was downright terrifying. You never wanted that look aimed your way.

"What that asshole did to you was wrong! So wrong! And if they'd let me, I'd knock his lights out. Break his jaw so he could never give another idiotic order like that again!" He spoke lowly, calmly, which made it all the more terrifying.

"I'd let you. I'd join you. Hold him down for you." You respond without hesitation.

Han squeezed his way by. "Seriously, Bin. She hasn't eaten. Let her in." He spoke in Korean. You did your best to keep up the illusion. You couldn't understand what he said.

"Yes. Lee Know left food for all of you. I'm Changbin, by the way. Or Bin, Binnie, whatever you want to call me."

Why did they all feel the need to introduce themselves like they weren't famous? Just politeness? It was really hard not to respond sarcastically.

"Y/n." You introduced yourself as you walked into the apartment, and the smell of BBQed meat hit your nose. Your mouth immediately started to water, and you swallowed.

Felix let go of your hand in favor of diving for a plate of the steaming food that was sitting in 4 spots on the table. "Oh, it smells so good!" He moaned, taking a deep sniff close to the food.

You wholeheartedly agreed. You awkwardly sat and took the fork Chan offered me to replace the chopsticks they didn't know I could use. Another thing they just assumed instead of asking that you would let them think for a while.

You could feel their eyes on you as you took your first bite, and you tried not to be self-conscious and overthink how you chewed or anything like that. Focusing instead firmly on the food in front of you.

As soon as the flavor hit your tongue, you forgot all about them watching. It was a brand new flavor for you. Nothing like any BBQ chicken you have ever had before. It was amazing, and you took another bite before you even swallowed the first.

"Guess that means you like it." Chan chuckled, finally digging into his own food. You just nod, still chewing happily.

"Lino will be glad to hear it. I think he was a little nervous. He kept fiddling with it before Hyune finally dragged him away." Binnie revealed as he sat with us.

It was mostly silent as you all focused on the food. Your stomach was singing in praise at finally having something in it besides the tiny cup of water Felix gave you earlier.

"Did you have enough?" Bin asked as you finished up your last bite. You nod, rubbing your stuffed belly in contentment.

"That was very good, thank you. And thank Lee Know for me, please." You request.

"No problem." Chan started. "So, I'm sure you want to shower and stuff. I can show you to your room. It has a private bathroom. And I'm sure we can find you some clothes to wear until the personal shopper gets here. As long as you don't mind wearing our clothes." Chan stood and picked up all the dishes, placing them in the sink as he spoke.

I bit my cheek. There was no way there was an extra room with a private bath just sitting empty. "I don't mind borrowing clothes if you don't mind. But who's room am I stealing?"

"You didn't steal anything. I figured you would be more comfortable with your own bathroom."

So, Chans room then. That makes sense. He was the oldest. He would have the choice room.

Bin let you gently down a hall, hand just brushing the small of my back like he was afraid to touch me all of a sudden. the others followed like little ducklings. You laughed at the images that produced in your mind silently.

The room was simple and nice. Warm colors accented the plain white walls. Navy blue blanket on the nearly made bed. You suspected they were fresh blankets and sheets for you. It was also bare. Very little personal belongings, and you could see the drawers were empty.

"I moved in with Minnie. Figured you would need the drawers." Chan shrugged when he noticed my line of sight.

"We moved everything over while you were at JYPE. We were hoping you would choose to stay." Bin explained further.

You felt a little emotional. They had all already done so much for you. For your comfort. And you had displaced five of them. Four from the apartment and Chan from his room. You were for sure being annoying. A burden. "This is too much."

I watched as four faces fell and felt even guiltier. "What's wrong? You need us to leave?" Han asked, wringing his hands. It was a nervous habit of his you had noticed. One that STAY normally didn't get to see.

You waved your hands. "No, no! Not like that! I mean... I kicked four of you out of your home!"

"Y/n, they are fine for a few hours. They don't mind and they will come back later." Chan assured you. Bin nodded in confirmation.

You gestured around the room. "And you? I kicked you out of your room!"

Chan smiled and tucked a piece of stray hair from your face. You could feel how knotted it was. How unkempt and stringy. "We have all been dying to finally have you here. Everyone knows I don't sleep. So, I really don't need a room. I tend to sleep wherever I land that night. We all just want you to be comfortable and happy."

"You promise you won't get less sleep because of this - me. Any of you."

Chan's face softened into a look you didn't understand but made your stomach do a little flutter. "I promise, y/n."

The shower was perfect. Just this side of melting your skin off and a constant messaging water pressure that made you moan loudly and throw your head back.

You startle as there was a crash in the bedroom. "Everything okay?" You called, heart still racing a bit. You stopped moving, straining to listen for an answer.

"Yeah! Yupp! All good. Just...fell." Felixs voice came through the door, sounding muffled but strangely high pitched.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

"No, nope. I'm good. Um - I put some of Innie's clothes on the bed for you. They should work well enough."

You called out your thanks and went back to showering. You used what you assumed were Chans soaps. They smelled lightly fragranced. Like baby powder almost, but with a perfume edge. You were a fan.

When you were done and left the bathroom, you found a couple of pieces of clothes laid out on the bed. A pair of black boxers with chilis printed on them and a gray t-shirt. I slipped both on, swimming in the shirt, but comfy.

But what did you do now. No one was in the bedroom anymore. You were mentally exhausted and looked at the bed but weren't willing to get in it yet.

In the end, you silently crept from the room to find the others. Maybe chat or better yet watch TV. Something that uses no brainpower. Something mundane and normal.

The hall was still lit, and you could hear several voices. Maybe they were already watching TV. That would make it less awkward. You could just silently join them.

As soon as you stepped round the corner and into the living room, you almost ran right into I.N holding a glass of water. You both froze. You in shock, you didn't know the others came back yet.

I.N looked you over once before spitting out the water he had been holding in his mouth. "You gave her my underwear!" He screeched. The whole room was looking at you both now. Seungmin was sitting on the couch next to Chan.

Felix shrugged, unapologetic. "The only thing I could find that looked like it would fit and be comfortable to sleep in." He explained.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked, very entertained by I.Ns reaction. You fiddle with the hem on the shirt.

"No!" Everyone in the room instantly replied. You blink owlishly at them. That was kind of intense.

Changbin made grabby hands at you from the loveseat he sat on. Your heart freaking melted at the adorableness.

"That was so fucking cute, oh my god!" You breath.

I.N snorted. You stick your tongue out at him as you pass to sit next to Changbin, which only made him snort again.

Changbin immediately pulled your legs over his lap and put an arm around the front of your hips. "Ayen and Minnie ended up coming home earlier than expected. Sorry."

You shrug. "It's their home. And I feel better after the shower. I'll be fine. Thank you."

"Bin, don't hog our girl!" Felix pouted, bouncing over on his tip toes.

Somehow, he managed to wedge himself onto the loveseat behind you. You were half sitting on his lap.

You had a feeling both Bin and Felix were going to be the clingiest ones. Not that you minded. You loved to cuddle. And so far, they were A class cuddlers.

There was some sitcom playing on the large TV. Someone even put english subtitles on for me.

A shiver ran through you, and goosebumps rose on your skin. Less than a minute later, a blanket was draped over your legs, and Seungmin was behind the loveseat rubbing a towel over your damp hair.

"Stupid. Your hair is still wet, and you aren't wearing enough. You're going to get sick." He grumbled, still drying my hair. You couldn't help but giggle. He was so aggressively caring.

When my hair was satisfactorily dry, he left and came back with a brush to gently untangle my mussed hair.

His fingers and the brush were so gentle in your hair that you could feel yourself drifting off. It had been such a long time since someone played with your hair like this. You forgot how relaxing it was.

You must have actually fallen asleep because next you looked the TV was off and it was just you, Bin, Felix, and I.N in the living room. You could hear the others nearby talking lowly and also some wet smacks you suspected were kisses.

"What time is it?" You mumble, rubbing your face on the back of the couch.

"Just after midnight." Felix answered quietly. You did fall asleep then. For several hours.

You move and stretch out so your top half was now in Felixs lap, already halfway asleep again. "Is that Lee Know and Hyunjin?"

There was a hum of affirmation, and Felix started running his fingers through your hair. You were asleep again seconds later, not even caring that you were laying in the laps of two men you had only just met.

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this is literally so adorable😭 he’s so bf material (also i want the cardigan he’s wearing in this gif it looks so comfy)

so disconnected 📵 jeonghan x reader.

if jeonghan's 'boyfriend material' posts are on point, well— you can thank his girlfriend.

★ jeonghan x social media manager!reader. ★ word count: 2.6k ★ genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff!!!, txt's soobin is mentioned, down bad!jeonghan, jealous!jeonghan. some smau elements. not proofread; we go out swinging, baby. ★ footnotes: "kae if i wake up to a single shred of jeonghan on ur page..." ¡sorpresa, @diamonddaze01! no further notes, your honor.

🎧 now playing: disconnected by 5 seconds of summer — i admit i'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules, but i've found my sweet escape when i'm alone with you.

Click.

Jeonghan hasn’t even looked up and yet he already knows what he’ll find when he does. Sure enough, when he shifts his weight onto his other foot and glances away from the TikTok he’d been watching— there you are. 

He wishes he could see your beautiful face. Alas, it’s obstructed by the sight that he’s grown used to associating with you. 

Your phone at eye-level; its camera, trained on him. 

“Yah.” His high-pitched bid to feign annoyance is a futile one. Everybody knows that Jeonghan could never be truly irked by you, no matter how masterfully you pushed his buttons sometimes. 

After clicking away for a couple more minutes, you finally lower your phone. 

There you are. 

Jeonghan swears he’s not a sap, not what those people call ‘simps’. But something about your smile always makes him a little weak in the knees, makes him want to be The Best Boyfriend In The World, bar none. 

He gestures for you to come closer. Once you’re within reach, Jeonghan is already wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in.

“Don’t do that,” you snipe as he brings you into his chest. “We’re in public!”

Jeonghan can’t hide the way his eyes roll. “I don’t care. This isn’t public. It’s the parking lot of your apartment building,” he says dryly. 

“Still public.” 

“Still don’t care.” 

You go to shove at Jeonghan’s chest. He responds by tightening his hold on you, a sound of protest rising from the back of his throat. 

“C’mon, just a minute.” He buries his face in the top of your head, breathing in the soothing scent of your shampoo. It makes something in his chest flutter. “I’ll let you go, just— give me a minute, sweetheart.” 

He can sense that your acquiescence is begrudging, but he takes it nonetheless. A win is a win, he thinks smugly as he takes the opportunity to hug you a little tighter. 

It’s been three months since you finally agreed to try dating Jeonghan, though you had insisted that it be kept on the down low. Something about decorum, discretion. Workplace violations? Jeonghan doesn’t really remember; he had been a little too excited at the prospect of finally being yours that he wouldn’t have minded any condition in the world. 

The past weeks have unironically been some of the best in Jeonghan’s life, though there were probably some things he could do without. 

“It’s my day off, you know,” he mumbles into your hair, “which means it should also be your day off.” 

You giggle, and the force of it has your shoulders slightly shaking against Jeonghan’s chest. 

This is how he knows he loves you: Your laughter always felt like a small victory. Even before, he’d crack jokes in staff meetings and his eyes would immediately go to gauge your reaction.  

He liked making you laugh. He liked being the reason behind your smiles. And, God, did he like you. 

“Let me think about it.” There’s a hint of teasing in your voice, followed by a little ‘hmmm’ of faux thoughtfulness. 

He’s about to bite back at you when he feels your hand at his hip, somewhat leaning into his embrace, and he instead channels his energy into holding back a dreamy sigh. You go on, “No, I don’t think so. Go pose by the wall for another picture.” 

Jeonghan leans back a bit, just enough so that you can see his furrowed eyebrows as he whines, “But I’m Daesang winner Yoon Jeonghan!”

The title is a new one. Five days recent, in fact, and Jeonghan is hoping it will cut him some slack. 

“Okay, Daesang winner Yoon Jeonghan,” you say without missing a beat. “Go pose by the wall.” 

Jeonghan peels himself away from you with a grumble. He knows he’s acting a bit like an overgrown child— stomping as he walks, pouting when he leans— but he trusts that you’ll find it endearing. 

You pull out your phone’s camera app. Jeonghan is ready to frown the entire way through, maybe sass you that you only told him to pose by the wall but you didn’t say how he should look. 

But then, instead of “One, two, three…”, you call out something else entirely. 

“I love you, Daesang winner Yoon Jeonghan!”

He can’t help it. 

He laughs, and you click away.

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One pro of dating your social media manager, Jeonghan would argue, is all the ‘vacations’ that the two of you can go on. You’re there for every tour stop, every concert, and Jeonghan absolutely revels in the hour or two he can steal away with you. 

If only he could get you to stop working. 

He knows that you’re technically on the clock more often than not. Managing an idol’s social media presence was no small feat, and your entire shtick was about making Jeonghan look as desirable as possible on SNS. You’ve been doing a terrific job so far, if his steady rise in followers was anything to go by. 

Still. Jeonghan has been attempting to give you the cold shoulder for the past 15 minutes. Attempting, because you don’t even seem to notice that he’s gone quiet— too busy on your phone to pay him any heed. 

He shoves his hands into his pockets and clears his throat. He doesn’t even have to glance at your screen; he knows you’re probably on Lightroom, fine tuning the press photos of him from earlier this morning. 

At the twenty-minute mark, Jeonghan finally huffs, “I’m ignoring you.” 

“Hm?” you say distractedly, and he resist the urge to chuck your phone into the nearby lake. 

“I said,” he repeats. “I’m ignoring you.” 

You glance up at him, unamused. “You are literally talking to me,” you note. 

“Well, I was ignoring you before that.” 

“Were you?” 

“Yes. You didn’t notice, so I thought I’d inform you.” 

The beleaguered sigh you let out is not a new thing. Jeonghan has been on the receiving end of your exasperation for as long as he’s known you. 

At least there’s a hint of guilt on your expression as you tuck away your phone. “Sorry,” you mumble. “Everybody’s posting follower ranking listicles since it’s the end of the year. I wanted to see where we were placing.” 

Jeonghan is supposed to be sulking, but that small word— we— has him fighting down a smile. It’s his account, his digital footprint, but you’re the mastermind. You’re the one behind the man, the myth, the legend. 

He’s down so bad for you that it’s not even funny anymore. 

“And?” he prods, his earlier chagrin smoothed out into something that sounds a lot more like resigned affection. “How’s it looking?” 

The frustration that takes over your expression makes Jeonghan want to coo. It’s nothing short of a miracle that he manages to hold himself back. 

“We still haven’t beat out Choi Soobin.” You frown like the other idol has personally wronged you by having a higher follower count. “His boyfriend material photos are too damn good.” 

“His what?”

You whip out your phone. Jeonghan watches with growing incredulity as you pull up Instagram, and he’s less than pleased that user page.soobin is already one of your more recently searched accounts. 

When you shove your phone underneath Jeonghan’s nose, he’s treated to the sight of Soobin’s feed. “Boyfriend material photos,” you double down, like having a visual might somehow explain things away. 

Jeonghan snatches your phone from you. “I heard you the first time,” he says irritably. “But what does it mean?” 

“It means that he looks like somebody’s boyfriend,” you shoot back. 

Oh, Jeonghan does not like that. 

He doesn’t care if it’s just a term for a type of photo. The thought of you perceiving anyone else as ‘boyfriend material’ makes a muscle in his jaw tick. 

“Do you think,” he says coolly, keeping his eyes trained on your screen, “he looks like ‘boyfriend material’?” 

“I mean, yeah—” 

You’ve barely gotten to the end of your sentence before Jeonghan is handing you back your phone. “Where are you going?” you call out as he marches a couple of paces away. 

He looks equal part determined and peeved when he turns to face you. You have your eyebrows arched upward, but he’s more focused on making sure his good side is angled towards you. 

“Get some photos of your actual boyfriend,” he grumbles.

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The day you tell Jeonghan about your plans of resigning, his first thought is Well, that was good while it lasted.

His attempt at being unaffected is a shaky one. You can tell by the way he holds his paper cup just a little too tightly, the way he keeps smoothing out invisible wrinkles on his coat. His poorly concealed distress makes your expression soften, which is somehow worse.

He didn’t want a civil breakup. He’d much rather go out kicking and screaming than have something amicable.

And he most especially didn’t want to be broken up with in some random café in Tokyo. He has half a mind to ask why you couldn’t have waited until the two of you were back home. 

Jeonghan swallows hard, like it might somehow help him swallow the panic simmering in the pit of his stomach. 

“Good for you,” he finally manages to respond. “You’re overworked here, anyway.” 

“That’s not the reason why I’m leaving.” 

Jeonghan hates how calm you look. The two of you had watched— and judged— one too many dramas, and so he’d imagined a breakup with you would be something like that. A rain-soaked street, choice words that neither of you could take back. 

Not you stirring sugar into your coffee like this is not a relationship-defining conversation. 

When Jeonghan doesn’t respond, you continue. Your voice goes a touch softer, and he’s struck with the fear that you’re trying to let him down gently. 

“I’m resigning because of you, Hannie.” That nickname— the one that once felt like a Daesang in its own right, when you first bestowed it on him— now makes Jeonghan’s heart feel like lead. 

“Because of me,” he repeats. 

His mouth is dry. His hands are clammy. He’s thirty seconds away from getting on his knees and begging you to stay, the rest of the café’s patrons be damned. 

Your next words are spoken like an unshakable truth. “Because I love you.” 

You— 

The look on Jeonghan’s face must be priceless; you start to laugh, and the sound of it eases some of Jeonghan’s fraying nerves. 

“I love you, and I want to be with you. Properly.” Your lips purse for a moment. “Well, as properly as being with an idol will allow, anyway. At least I won’t have to worry about getting called in by HR if I’m working someplace else.” 

Workplace violations. Right. That had been a thing. 

All the emotions hit Jeonghan like a truck. Relief (that you’re not breaking up with him), then affection (that you’re willing to do this for him), then guilt (that you’re willing to do this for him). 

He reaches across the table to place his hand on top of yours. Your eyes instinctively glance around your surroundings, checking to see if anyone is looking your way. Jeonghan tugs at your hand and shakes his head. Focus on me, he’s wordlessly saying, and for once, you do. 

“I love you, too. More than you know,” he says. “But I don’t want you to throw away your career for me. Who’s to say you won’t resent me down the line because of it? I— I couldn’t live with myself, sweetheart.” 

You squeeze Jeonghan’s hand reassuringly. “I’m not throwing anything away. I’m just compromising.” 

“I don’t want you to have to compromise anything for me.” 

“Compromise is part of a grownup relationship, Hannie. It’s a good compromise.” 

He must not look convinced, because you take things a step further. Instead of just clasping his hand in yours, you move to intertwine your fingers. There’s some comfort in the familiar feeling of your fingers in between the spaces of his. 

“Nothing is being thrown away,” you repeat, your tone brooking no argument. “I will not hate you tomorrow because of this.” 

Here’s the thing: Jeonghan trusts you implicitly, and not only with his SNS passwords. He trusts your no-nonsense attitude, your unshakeable feelings, your typically sound judgement. 

He wants to trust you now. He wants to believe so, so badly that there is something on the other side for the two of you, and that something would be exactly what the two of you deserve. 

He tongues the inside of his cheek as he considers your words. When he speaks, his voice is a lot smaller than he intends. 

“What about the day after tomorrow?” 

The initial confusion that flits over your expression is replaced by that grin he adores. 

“I’ll still love you the day after tomorrow,” you promise. 

He presses, “And the week after that?” 

“The week after that, too.” 

“What about the month after?” 

“I’ll do you one better— the year after, too.” 

You’re laughing, laughing in the way that he’s always tried to make you laugh, and it’s all Jeonghan needs to trust that things are going to be okay.

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Click. Click. Click. 

“What are you doing?” 

“What,” Jeonghan huffs, “A guy can’t take photos of his girlfriend?”

You throw a pillow in Jeonghan’s direction, though your terrible aim has it soaring right over his head. 

Ever since you left his company, Jeonghan has enjoyed an array of benefits that come with dating someone who is not your co-worker. The biggest of which happened to be all the time he’s now free to spend with you, most of which he’s happy to kill in his apartment. 

He’s still a little bit petulant about your new job, though, and he likes to voice it out as often as he can. 

“I bet Soobin has tons of photos of you,” he grumbles.

You pretend not to hear him. Jeonghan tries again. 

From the foot of the bed, Jeonghan begins to crawl over your legs. Your annoyed tsk goes ignored as he takes your laptop and sets it aside, dragging you away from your social media planning for page.soobin.

“He better not fall in love with you,” Jeonghan warns.

You let out a low hiss before swatting at your boyfriend, trying to get him off of you. He doesn’t budge, instead caging you in with his arms on either side of you. 

When he goes to kiss you, it bears none of the threatening front that he’s trying to put up. It’s a slow, sweet thing. A glimmer lighting up his cotton sheets. 

He only pulls away when he can no longer physically manage to keep kissing you. There’s the beginning of a grin on his face as his breaths come out in short pants, as his eyes stay closed. He’s savoring the moment, trying to remind himself how damn lucky he is even if the cost involves running his own SNS accounts henceforth. 

“I’ll give you your laptop back,” he murmurs, satisfied to have had an ounce of you.

But then you’re laughing, your fingers threading through his hair. You tug Jeonghan back down despite the fact that you’re just as breathless, and his lips curl into a full-on smile when they meet yours. 

He’d been happy with an ounce, yes, but who is he to complain when you give him the whole damn lot? 

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Youtiful: Another Collision Story~ Chapter 4

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Stray Kids x afab!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; It’s been a wonderful tour so far, spending time visiting different countries with the loves of your life. But will a sudden change ruin everything? A continuation to Collision

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; implied afab reader (only they/them pronouns used for reader), angst, some sexual themes at points, fluff, this is still mainly a slice of life story though there will be some drama in this sequel, unplanned pregnancy, more tags to come most likely as the story progresses

In the coming weeks so many things were changing and you weren’t sure you could keep up.

The first trimester was quickly coming to an end and so was your bouts of morning sickness which you were happy for. The way your boyfriends behaved around you was changing as well, constantly checking up on you and making sure you were feeling alright and eating well. They also never passed up an opportunity to lean down and place a kiss to your slowly growing belly while you were laying down or wrapping their arms around you from behind to rest their hands over the barely there bump.

It was nice, seeing this side of them. It wasn’t that they were not loving to you before, always having been ones to shower you in affection but this was different and it melted your heart every time you’d lean against one of them as they placed gentle kisses to your cheek and neck while their hands caressed the place where your baby was growing inside you.

One thing you were a little upset by that they had insisted on the second you got back from the hospital was that they didn’t want you leaving the hotel…which meant not joining them at their shows every week. You were currently sat on the bed in Chan’s hotel room, almost in your thirteenth week of pregnancy. You were dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and one of your oldest boyfriend’s tshirts as you ran your left hand over your small bump absentmindedly while your right hand held your phone scrolling through social media as you caught up on stay’s videos from the concerts you had missed.

At first you were all smiles, watching your boys do what they love in the only capacity you could at that time until you started to read the comments, a frown finding your face as they kept coming. The hate. You had heard the rumors that had been started by your supposed abrupt absence on the tour but Minho had been quick to take your phone and turn off your comments as well as the ability for outsiders to send you direct messages. After Felix had seen the first few waves of rumors and vile messages being sent your way they were quick to act to make sure you wouldn’t have to see them yourself but there was nothing they could do about others posts.

They were saying how happy Felix looked on stage, how he must have gotten over you quickly. You felt tears well in your eyes at some of the nastier comments, wiping them away furiously before shutting your phone and deciding to search the television for something to watch instead. You hated it, somewhat, not being open about your relationship with any of the boys to their fans.

At this point their families all knew of you, and were surprisingly accepting of your relationship and the little addition you were carrying inside of you. Jeongin’s parents especially were over the moon and had already expressed their plans to spoil the new baby once it arrived. It gave you some peace but in the end you knew how important stay were to your boyfriends and you didn’t want to be the cause for any chaos amongst their fans.

As soon as you heard the door click open you jumped slightly, as if you had been caught even though you had long abandoned scrolling through the sea of hate and rumors about you and your beloved sunshine, eyes fixed on where the movie Cars played on the screen. “Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Chan’s voice called out softly, the sound of shoes being slipped off echoing in the background before soft foot steps sounded heading in your direction. His head peaked around the corner of the doorway and a wide dimpled grin broke out on his face upon seeing you all snuggled up in bed in his shirt like he had left you earlier in the day. “Hi Channie~” you spoke up, reaching for him causing the older to chuckle and take a seat on the edge of the bed. “Can’t cuddle now, baby I’m all sweaty-“ he motioned towards his body still soaked from where the others had no doubt had another water fight during their encore stage. “I can see- and smell that..shower first?” Chan smirked, reaching over to take your hand into his. “Will you join me?” You blushed, looking down at your lap as you contemplated the offer.

After learning of your condition your lovers had been hesitant to initiate anything intimate with you, the scare from weeks ago still plaguing their minds even though the doctors had said sexual activity up until the due date was perfectly safe. These days you seemed to have so much energy, and normally you would have jumped at the opportunity but your mind was still clouded with the comments you had read so you declined, giving him a peck to his cheek. “Not tonight, babe. Sorry? But hurry back so we can order food and you can tell me all about the show tonight.” You assured him, a warm smile cast his way though he could tell something is wrong. Not wanting to push it just yet, Chan rose from the spot beside you and made his way towards the bathroom after giving your forehead and soft kiss. “Okay darling, think about what you want to eat while I wash up yeah?” You nodded, going to grab your phone before he tsked at you and replaced it with his own. You should know better than to think he would let you pay while he was around.

Things went by the same as they had been for another few weeks, and before you knew it you were back in Felix’s room…back where it all began as the last time you were staying with your sunshine you had found out you were pregnant and it started you on this wild journey with the loves of your lives. Setting that into perspective it made it feel even more that things had changed as you sat on the couch curled into Felix’s side while he played games on the console he had hooked up to the tv in the tiny living room area of the hotel suite. “Felix…can I- could I talk to you about something?”

He had never paused a game so fast in his life, immediately setting the controller down before turning to give you his full attention. “What is it, Starlight? You feeling okay? Is it the baby?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his attentiveness, leaning in to peck his lips. “The baby is fine, probably sleeping since they haven’t been very active tonight.” Felix smiled softly, hand coming to rest on your bump despite your words. It had been when you were staying in Seungmin’s room the week before that you felt the first movement, the singer having broken out in sobs when you brought his hand to feel your bump and ever since the boys tried any moment they could to feel the little life showing themself inside you. “Then what about you, baby?” He hummed, picking up right away that you hadn’t confirmed that you as well were okay. “Well…I may have accidentally seen what stay have been saying about us online the other night..”

His face fell instantly, body tensing against your own as he looked into your eyes. “Star, baby…we told you not to worry about that. It’s just some stupid rumors and they will die out eventually- you know none of it is true.” You sighed, nodding as you rested your head against his shoulder. “I know…but- I just feel bad lying to them sometimes. Don’t you?” Felix’s brow furrowed, running a hand through his recently dyed hair before resting his head atop of yours. “Sometimes, yeah…but are you sure you’d be ready for them to know about us? Well- about you…like that- the attention you got when it was just speculation that we were together was already a lot to handle..could you imagine-“ you giggled a bit, leaning up to give him another kiss. “Felix, my love and my light…you know I’m ready whenever you are. All of you. It sucks that we can’t tell them about all of us but…what if the rumors never go away-“ He frowned again, cupping your face in his gentle hands before giving you a kiss to your forehead, nose, and then lips. “Star, my beautiful flower, I’ll see what o can do. I’m sorry this has been bothering you and that you had to see all that stay has been saying about you…I know it hasn’t been pretty-“ You scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully as you poked his chest. “That’s an understatement.” He rolled his eyes back before pulling you back into his arms tightly, giving you a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll see what I can do, my love. Promise.” You beamed, resting against him for a moment before turning so that you could watch him resume his game. You trusted him with your life, so you trusted him to keep his promise to you to take care of things.

It wasn’t until a few night later at their second concert in the stop you were at that Felix kept his promise. You woke up alone, pouting a bit until you saw the message your boyfriend had left for you on a sticky note on your morning prenatal vitamins. Scribbled out in what looked like semi rushed handwriting he asked that you come to the concert that night, that he had laid out an outfit for you to wear and to be at your normal spot with their manager, Mr. Choi, there to make sure you were alright. You giggled like a school girl being asked to prom.

Quickly, you made your way into the bathroom to start getting ready as you slept in late that afternoon and with your growing midsection causing your back to ache already it tended to slow you down quite a bit.

You took your time in the shower, the warm water soothing your aching muscles. Once your fingers started pruning up you figured it was time to call it and end to your shower and made your way out with one towel wrapped around your body and another around your hair. You took your time with your makeup, getting the feeling Felix was planning something since for the past few concerts you were strictly told to stay back and rest. You would figure the father along in your pregnancy the more strict they would be on that little request but since he was asking the opposite you knew something was up. Putting the final touches on your makeup, you got dressed in the clothes Felix had left out for you. A light blue sundress with one of his zip up hoodies so you didn’t get cold once it started getting dark out. You slipped on a pair of white sneakers, wishing you could wear cuter shoes but you knew between the pregnancy and all the walking you would do at the stadium your feet would be ruined if you did. To off balance how plain the sneakers were you wore a pair of slightly frilled socks and gave yourself a look over in the mirror before nodding in approval. You looked cute, you had to admit. The sundress accentuated your bump perfectly making you a little nervous as to what everyone would say…last time they saw you there was no bump and they were under the impression you broke their sunshine, your sunshine’s heart. As you heard Mr. Choi knocking at the door you took a deep, shaky breath. It’s now or never you thought as you made your way to greet him at the door.

From the second you stepped foot on the stadium grounds you were getting looks from almost everyone you passed, your grip subconsciously tightening around Choi’s hand that held yours to help guide you through the crowds and security to your seats. “Don’t worry about them, Star. Just think about how exciting it will be to watch the kids perform after so long.” As he gave you a reassuring smile, the man helped you into your seat before taking his own beside you.

You knew he was right but you couldn’t help but look down at your lap as you heard the whispering from the stays seated around you.

The concert was amazing, as usual, you stood up for as much of it as you could though sometime during the end of the first half your little bundle of joy decided it was time to start kicking you relentlessly. Your smiled as you showed Mr. Choi with excitement as he had yet to witness the little one’s movement. You didn’t know how but you managed to make it through until the final ment, rubbing your stomach idly as you sat back in your seat to rest for a moment. The sound of your boyfriends cutting up on stage, teasing each other and their fans causing a bright smile to break out on your face until Felix brought his mic up to his lips and began speaking in his deep, somewhat serious tone.

“Stay, I know we’ve had a lot of fun tonight right?” His words were met with loud cheers and screaming until he held up a hand to silence the crowd, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. “I hate to put a damper on everyone’s energy but there is something very serious I need to share with you all.” Your eyes widened, color draining from your face. Oh no. Oh god- now?? He was going to go public about the two of you now?!

“I’m sure by now most of you know about my best friend, well besides the members…” You felt your throat going dry, hands fumbling with the cap to the water bottle Choi had brought for you halfway through the concert. “Well- Star is a little more than my best friend…and I think it’s time I share that with you all. Actually- I have a special song I’d like to dedicate to them tonight.” Suddenly your jaw dropped as you heard the familiar guitar riff start over the stadium speakers. “Oh my god…” Immediately you began tearing up, unable to process fully what was happening.

“All the fear and the fire

Of the end of the world

Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl

Happens great, happens sweet

Happily, I'm unfazed here, too”

You are taken back to one late night chatting with Felix, before you knew who he was, before you met face to face.

“All I’m saying is Hozier is so romantic! If someone ever wanted to serenade me and chose one of his songs I think I’d propose myself!” You giggled, taking a bite of the twizzler in your hand as you heard the slightly distorted laughter from the other end of the line. “Noted. Is there a song in particular or just any Hozier song? Ya know some of them aren’t exactly romantic-“ You sat up a little straighter, curious as to why he was so interested all of a sudden. “Why? Planning on trying to woo me sometime in the future?” You teased, taking a few more bites before hearing him respond. “Hey! You’re the one who started this conversation I’m only trying to indulge you.” He laughed again, causing your heart to flutter slightly at the sound. “Well…in that case- if I had to choose…probably Wasteland baby. “

His voice was so lovely, soft and slow and you felt your heart melting at the sound as tears welled in your eyes threatening to spill at any moment. It was like a dream, one hand over your heart and the other resting gently on your bump as your rubbed soothing circles against it while the baby inside you practically did back flips hearing the familiar sound of one of their dads voices that often sang to them during nights they were giving you trouble sleeping.

“Wasteland, baby

I'm in love

I'm in love with you

That's it”

As the song ended you began wiping away your tears quickly, not even realizing that for almost the whole song you were being shown on the giant screens above the stage. When you noticed your eyes widened and you attempted to hid behind Mr. Choi who was laughing at you endearingly. “Awe look! Star’s a little shy now~” You heard Chan’s teasing voice call out and you began to blush deeply as you shook your head. You heard a chorus of ‘awe’ echo around the stadium and after a few more teasing comments the show moved on with the members pretending it was the end only to come back and perform the last few songs for the encore.

The second it was over you were out of your seat and rushing so quickly to the green room backstage that Choi had to jog to keep up with you. “You know, for a pregnant person you are pretty fast!” He called out to you, laughing as he struggled to match your pace. You burst through the green room doors and looked around until your eyes found Felix currently patting a towel to his wet hair and face from the water works that had happened at the end of the show. “You-“

The aussie smiled, holding up his hands defensively as you came over and practically threw yourself into his arms while sobbing. “I can’t believe you actually just did that! Oh my god, Felix-“ He chuckled, rubbing your back slowly before giving a kiss to the top of your head. “Did you think I would have forgotten?” He whispered, pulling back as he held your chin with one hand lifting your face so your eyes could meet. “What about the company- what about the others-“ You started, of course you were going to worry about what going public as just the two of you would mean to the others. It was then that Chan spoke up, coming up behind you to pull you from Felix and into his own arms as he placed a soft kiss to your pouting lips. “It’s alright, baby. We all had a talk about this earlier….and we decided this is what we wanted. The fans already suspected something was up between the two of you, and the fact that the world knows about you both and not us doesn’t change the fact that you and Felix are ours as well. Nothing will change how we all love each other.” He gave you a warm, reassuring smile and you couldn’t help but whimper as more tears spilled down your cheeks. “Okay but what about the company?” You reiterated, trying to stay calm as you felt the baby in you begin to kick once more at all the commotion. “We talked with the company already and they agreed…with you being pregnant it was bound to come out at some point and better to be on top of it than let the rumors blindside us.”

This was fine. Everything was fine. Right? You let your boyfriends help you down onto the couch, getting you some water as the rush to get to them finally caught up with you and your feet began screaming at you. “Here, jagi- let me give you a massage before we go?” Minho offered, taking your legs and propping them on his lap before carefully removing your shoes and socks. Hyunjin handed him a bottle of lotion and he took it with a peck to the other dancer’s lips before beginning his ministrations on your aching feet and ankles. “And you are all really okay with Felix and I getting to be official in public…?” You couldn’t help but ask one more time, glancing around the room. “Baby we are so excited for you! Sure, we wish it could be all of us….but think- how would you feel if it was two of us getting to go public but not you? Would you feel upset?” You frowned, thinking for a moment before shaking your head. “No….I guess not. I’d be so excited for you both to share your love with everyone and in some way a piece of our love with it…” Everyone smiled, coming to surround you on the couch and all place a hand over your bump. “We are in this together whether it be in public or in private. We love each other and that’s all that matters in the end.” You nodded, giving them all a kiss as Minho finished his massage and returned your socks and shoes to your feet before helping you up. “Come on, we gotta get you back to the hotel and into a warm bath so all this exercise and excitement doesn’t absolutely kill you tomorrow.” Changbin teased as he pecked your cheek and helped you out to the car out back.

In the coming days it didn’t take long for stays to point out your sudden weight gain and piece together that the reason you had been absent wasn’t because you and Felix had broken up, but because you were pregnant with his child. The wave of hate was replaced with a wave of almost endless apologies and you couldn’t help but not hold it against them. If you had been a fan in their situation you too would have been upset at such a misunderstanding, even if you don’t think you would have gone as far as to say some of the hurtful things they did…you could sympathize with them to an extent. That’s what lead you to this decision.

You were currently on your way back from your anatomy scan, having made your boyfriends wait back at the hotel as you wanted to surprise them with the gender….well- them and stays together. After careful consideration you had decided that while you all agreed to keep your baby’s life as private as possible, you wanted to share some aspects of your pregnancy with their fans as a way to let them know you accepted their apologies. You sent a quick text to one of the stage coordinators, confirming your plans for the evening as you made your way into Chan’s room to meet with your three producer boyfriends to ask for a special request.

“Youtiful…? Really-“ Han asked, raising an eyebrow at you and you nodded. “It’s the baby’s favorite song! Please? You haven’t done it yet at one of the North American stops and it would be lovely to end with. Well- before Haven of course.” You giggled, knowing at least a few of them were probably onto you but you couldn’t help that they were perceptive. “Well…okay. Anything for our babies.” Changbin cooed, pulling you into his strong arms as you whined. “There is only one baby I told you! I know I’ve gotten kinda big but that doesn’t mean there are twins-“ The rapper shook his head, kissing your cheek. “Not twins, Starlight. You and the baby are both our babies~ obviously.” You couldn’t help but laugh, tackling him the best you could while nearly sixteen weeks pregnant.

Chan watched with adoration as Han cuddled up to the both of you, peppering both your faces with kisses causing you and Changbin to burst into a fit of giggles. God, he was so in love with all of you he couldn’t handle it sometimes, he thought to himself. Texting the staff currently setting stuff up at the venue about the setlist change, then the group chat, they all started to prepare for the concert leaving you behind to rest before getting ready yourself.

It was finally happening. You were down in one of the lower sections by the isle, Choi beside you as usual, when the familiar notes of Youtiful began to play near the end of the show. It was true what you said about this being the baby’s favorite, as evidenced by the way they started kicking the minute Chan began to sing the opening lyrics to the song. You played their songs often while in the hotel room alone as your boys were off busy with work. You had read that music was good for babies development even in the womb and what better music than the songs created by their daddies? It would also help them get used to their voices, so you tended to sing along despite your lack of talent by comparison. Youtiful was one you kept going back to, the soft notes perfectly balanced like a lullaby for your little one and you imagined playing it to help them drift to sleep at night once they were finally there and in your arms.

Anticipation built inside of you as Seungmin hit his high note towards the end of the song, and just before Jisung could start the last chorus confetti shot out and began covering the whole stadium in a sea of fluttering light pink streamers. The words ‘it’s a girl’ flashed on the screens above the stage and the reaction was instant. Stays were screaming in disbelief and excitement, the boys were all crying so hard they could barely make it through the last of the song and you were beaming with pride that you were able to pull off such a large reveal without their knowledge.

Inside your growing bump you felt your little girl continue to kick, causing you to tear up as you placed your hand over the movement gently. “Oh baby girl…you are already so loved. I can’t wait to finally meet you.” You sniffled, your free hand coming to wipe the tears from your eyes as Felix came rushing off the stage towards you to hold you as you both cried, the others trailing behind him. To the world they looked like supportive band members, friends, maybe even uncles. But you all knew that they were proud fathers to the little girl you were carrying in your womb. The most adored little girl in the world, or at least in your world.

author’s note; surprise shawtaaayy~~ hehe baby stay(star? Skz? Idk working title) is a GIRL!!! I debated waiting until later for the reveal but I am so impatient sooo you get it now!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა ₊˚ෆ happy Monday (for those of you reading this when I post and if you are in a similar timezone lol) take this as my apology for neglecting this series for so long- now to get working on the next update for GMYTMI~

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this is so adorable😭😭😭 he’d be such a great dad

Clueless: Baby Bang

Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warnings: Reader is pregnant (just that, nothing deep)

Genre: established relationship, flufffff

Summary: You've been distant lately, and Chan can't understand why. Because this is very unusual for the two of you as you two are on each other all the time. And Chan panics as you guys are getting married in a few months, and this sudden change is unraveling him.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Chan paced the living room, a deep frown etched into his forehead. You hadn’t touched him in days. Weeks, actually. That alone was already a catastrophe, considering the fact that you two were basically like bunnies.

But now? Nothing. You were dodging his touches like he was contagious. He reached for your hand? Oh, look, you suddenly needed both hands to text someone. He tried for a kiss? Whoops, you conveniently yawned. Bedtime? You were already asleep. 

And that diamond ring glittering on your ring finger? It made him wonder if you were regretting saying yes to him already.

He’d spent way too many nights staring at the ceiling, feeling like the universe was punishing him for something he didn't even know he did.

Chan sighed and opened the group chat. This was bad. He needed to vent.

Chan: She’s avoiding me.

A rapid barrage of notifications followed, and Chan barely had time to process one before another arrived. 

Minho: Y/N? The one who’s practically glued to your lap 24/7?

Hyunjin: LMAO. Not possible. I won't believe it.

Seungmin: You obviously did something.

Chan: NO, I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!

Chan: She’s been acting weird for WEEKS. 2 weeks to be exact. No kisses. No hugs. No… anything.

Jisung: No sex? BRO. Are you okay?

Felix: What if she’s planning something? Like a surprise? Maybe a wedding thing?

---

Chan paused. That was… not unreasonable. But no. You’d never kept secrets from him before. Like you've given him enough surprises before so he knew this was different.

---

Minho: OR. She’s finally come to her senses about you seducing her into saying yes? 

Chan: Minho. I will come to your house and end you.

Jeongin: But seriously, hyung. Did you say something? Do something? Forget an important date? You’re kind of a workaholic.

---

That hit a little too close to home. Chan frowned, scrolling back through his mental timeline of your relationship.

---

Chan: I didn’t forget anything. I swear. We were fine until a couple weeks ago, and now she’s avoiding me like the plague.

Changbin: Well. There’s only one logical explanation.

Changbin: She’s been abducted by aliens and replaced with a clone.

Jisung: YES. I second this. The real Y/N would NEVER do this. 

Felix: Omg guys! 

Chan: GUYS.

Hyunjin: Okay. What if she’s mad because you’re not initiating? She’s waiting for you to grovel.

Seungmin: That makes no sense. If she’s mad, why not just say so?

Hyunjin: IDK, some people like drama.

Jeongin: That’s your toxic trait, Hyung.

Hyunjin: IS NOT!

---

Chan groaned, dropping his phone onto the couch. He missed you. Like, really missed you. Sure, he wanted to rip your clothes off 90% of the time, but he also missed the simple things - your cuddles, your soft laugh, the way you’d always need him by your side when you're stressed. 

The cold shoulders and polite smiles were killing him.

---

Minho: Just confront her, idiot. Corner her in the kitchen and ask her what’s wrong.

Chan: You think I haven’t tried that?! Every time I ask, she changes the subject.

Jisung: Okay, hear me out. Seduction.

Chan: What?

Jisung: Set the mood. Candles. Sexy music. Flex those ridiculous arms. She won’t stand a chance.

Felix: Worth a try. 

---

That night, Chan put the "seduction plan" into action. He dimmed the lights, skipped the candles, and put on a romantic playlist. He even went full drama, lounging on the couch with his shirt conveniently unbuttoned.

When you walked in, your eyebrows shot up as you asked, “What's up?”

Chan said nothing, just held held his hand out.  You froze, guilt flashing across your face, and Chan knew he had you. You placed your hand on his and let him pull you close.

“Baby, what’s going on? You’ve been avoiding me, and it’s driving me crazy. Did I do something wrong?” His voice cracked, and that set you off.

Your eyes filled with tears, and in an instant you were in his lap, clinging to him like your life depended on it.

“I’m sorry, Channie! I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Then why -”

“Shhh,” Chan fell silent as you pressed a finger to his lips. “Just know that I love you, Channie.”

Chan was suspicious. Because, well, you’d shut him up in the best way possible, last night - all he remembered was his shirt coming off and yeah.

You’d seduced him. Thoroughly. And while his brain had short-circuited at that time, he was now absolutely certain that you’d dodged his questions on purpose.

At least he can't complain about you not touching him anymore, right?

---

Chan: It didn't work.

Minho: WHAT didn't?

Chan: She kinda caught me off guard. And avoided my questions.

Jisung: I thought we agreed on YOU seducing her and you got seduced??

Felix: Soooo… you still don’t know what’s going on?

Chan: NO. She’s hiding something, I know it.

Hyunjin: Maybe you’re overthinking. Or, maybe she’s secretly a spy.

Changbin: She’s NOT a spy, Hyunjin. That’s ridiculous.

Hyunjin: And alien clones aren’t?

Minho: Why are we even helping you? You let her seduce you and then just… forgot your goal.

---

Chan groaned, flopping onto his back. It wasn’t his fault! He was weak when it came to you. All it took was a look, or a whisper of his name and his brain turned to mush.

Still, Minho had a point.

---

Chan: Okay, fine. What do I do now?

Felix: She’s probably just stressed? Weddings are a big deal. She might just need time to sort her thoughts.

That gave Chan pause. Weddings were stressful. Maybe that was it?

Hyunjin: My bet’s still on spy.

---

Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom, staring at the little plastic stick in your hand for the hundredth time now. You’d known for two weeks, but the reality hadn’t gotten any less terrifying.

You were pregnant. Pregnant. With Chan’s baby.

The thought sent your heart racing. You loved him more than anything, but… you’d never talked about kids. What if he wasn’t ready? What if he panics when you bring it up? 

There were only a few months until the wedding. You didn’t want to dump this on him now and risk throwing him into a spiral.

---

That night, Chan decided to take Minho’s advice (for once). No more distractions. He was getting answers tonight.

When you walked into the living room and his eyes locked onto yours - you froze. He looked so handsome, and a little…worn out? You felt so guilty for doing this. 

“Come sit,” he said, patting the couch beside him.

You hesitated, but complied, heart pounding.

“Baby, we need to talk,” Chan said, his voice soft but firm.

You swallowed hard as you murmured, “About what?”

“You’ve been acting weird for weeks. And you obviously don't trust me enough to talk it out. I’m worried. What's going on? Is it the wedding?” He was giving you that puppy eyed look, and your heart shattered.

“No, Channie, it's not like that...”

“Then what is it? Please, just tell me.”

You opened your mouth, ready to spill everything - but then you panicked. The words caught in your throat, and instead, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his.

Here he was - caught off guard (again) but quickly melting into the kiss. You climbed into his lap, your hands tangling in his hair, and within seconds, all thoughts of questioning were gone.

---

Chan: SHE DID IT AGAIN.

Minho: You’re hopeless.

Seungmin: At this rate, she could rob a bank and get away with it.

Felix: Honestly, I’m impressed.

---

Chan sighed, glaring at the group chat before throwing his phone across the bed. Whatever you were hiding, it was big. And he was determined to find out, one way or another.

Little did he know, in the bathroom, you were rehearsing how to tell him the truth: that in just a few months, he wasn’t just going to be your husband.

He was going to be a dad.

Chan was officially losing it. His imagination had gone to some very dark places (thanks to Changbin’s clone theory and Hyunjin’s spy nonsense), but now he just felt defeated. What was so big and terrifying, that you felt like you couldn’t share it with him?

Chan: I give up. She’s unbreakable.

Jisung: Hey don't lose hope.

Minho: Pathetic.

Jeongin: Just sit her down and don’t let her leave until she talks.

Chan: I’VE TRIED THAT.

Chan was ready to lock himself and you in a room till you cracked, but unfortunately he was already cracking under the stress. And then a lightbulb went off in his head. There was just one person in the world who might be able to get through to you.

Felix.

---

Felix was, to put it lightly, concerned when Chan cornered him in his kitchen.

“Lix, you have to help me,” Chan said, his eyes wild and desperate.

“Help you how?” Felix asked cautiously.

“Can you please try to talk to her?” Chan literally begs. “She loves you, Lix. Maybe she’ll tell you if you ask?”

Felix hesitated, torn between loyalty to Chan, who was literally his brother and his friendship with you. But ultimately, his desire to help won anyway.

“Okay,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll talk to her.”

---

Later that afternoon, you opened the door to find Felix standing on your porch, holding a box of cookies and his sunniest smile. 

“Lixie?” you asked, surprised. “So good to see you!”

“Just wanted to check on you, love,” he said, coming forward to hug you.

You stepped aside to let him in, and the two of you settled on the couch.

“I baked these for you,” he said, watching your reaction closely as you opened the box and munched on a cookie immediately. “You’ve been looking a little stressed lately.”

You stopped mid-chew, guilt gnawing at you.

“I’m fine, Lix. Just… wedding stuff, you know?” you said, carefully avoiding his eyes.

“Is it really just the wedding?” Felix tilted his head, unconvinced.

You froze, your hands tightening around the box.

“You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever it is, I won’t judge.” Felix said, reaching out and placing a gentle hand over yours.

Your eyes welled up with tears, and as you put the box aside gently. Felix scooted closer as he saw the tears fall, and before you knew it, the truth came spilling out.

“I’m pregnant, Felix,” you whispered. “And I don’t know how to tell Chan. We’ve never talked about kids, and I don’t even know if he wants them. And now the wedding’s so close, and I’m scared I’ll ruin everything. I already got my wedding dress and I don't think I'll fit into it anymore because by that time-”

Felix’s eyes went wide, and for a moment, he looked like he might burst into tears himself. But then he let out a strangled laugh.

“You’re… you’re pregnant?”

You nodded, sniffled and managed a soft, “Yeah.”

Felix threw his arms around you, nearly knocking you over. 

“Oh my God, Y/N! I’m so happy for you! And for Chan! You’re gonna have the cutest baby in the world!” he gushed, his eyes sparkling with happy tears. 

You couldn’t help but laugh through your own tears. 

“You don't think this is a disaster?” you asked softly, wiping your tears away. 

“Disaster?” Felix pulled back, shaking his head. “Of course not. This is amazing! But you have to tell Chan. He’s going insane trying to figure out what’s wrong.”

“I know,” you said softly. “I just… I’m scared.”

Felix gave you a reassuring smile and said, “Chan loves you more than anything. Trust me, he’s gonna be over the moon. And I'll always be here for you. Seriously, sweetheart, this is the best news ever.”

---

Hyunjin: Well? Did she tell you?

Jisung: SPILL, FELIX.

Chan: Felix? Please. I’m dying here.

Felix hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He couldn’t betray your trust, but he also couldn’t leave Chan hanging.

Felix: She’s okay. She’s just… working through something.

Minho: And you’re being suspiciously vague.

Seungmin: Should've known that sending her best friend to investigate wasn't your strongest idea… obviously he's gonna take her side! 

Felix: I promised I wouldn’t say anything. But it’s nothing bad, I swear.

Chan: Seriously?? Nothing bad? Then why is she avoiding me?

Felix: Just… be patient with her, okay? She’ll tell you when she’s ready. I promise it's all ok. Trust me. 

Chan frowned at the message, his heart twisting.

You had spent the whole night rehearsing what to say to Chan, your stomach churning with nerves. Morning came far too quickly, and as you watched him shuffle into the kitchen with his hair messy and his sleepy face, you nearly chickened out.

But Felix’s words echoed in your head. He’s gonna be over the moon.

“Channie,” you said softly, placing your mug of tea aside and taking a step towards him. 

He looked up from the coffee maker, his sleepy eyes brightening instantly. You were trying to talk to him, and somehow that was enough. Anything was better than you avoiding him. 

“Morning, baby.”

You smiled nervously, gesturing to the table. “Can we talk?”

His brow furrowed, worry flashing across his face as he nodded and sat down opposite you.

“Is everything okay?”

You took a deep breath, your hands trembling slightly as you said, “You know how I’ve been… weird lately?”

Chan nodded, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of concern and curiosity.

“Well,” you continued, “there’s a reason for that. And I’ve been scared to tell you because it’s big. Like, really big.”

“Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise, I’ll handle it.” Chan said, reaching across the table and taking your hand in his.

Your eyes filled with tears as you finally said it.

“I’m pregnant.”

Chan froze. Completely. His mouth hung open, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as his brain processed your words.

“You’re… pregnant?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You nodded, tears spilling over.

“Yeah. I found out a couple of weeks ago, and I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it, or if it was too much with the wedding coming up -”

Chan cut you off by pulling you into his arms, burying his face in your neck. His body shook as he let out a half-laugh, half-sob, and you realized he was crying.

“Channie, are you okay?” you asked nervously, your own voice shaking as you stroked his hair.

“Okay?” he choked out, pulling back to look at you with tear-streaked cheeks and the biggest grin you’d ever seen. “Baby, I’m better than okay. I’m… I’m gonna be a dad?”

You nodded, your heart swelling at the pure joy on his face.

Chan laughed, his tears flowing freely now.

“Holy crap. I don’t know what to say?! We’re having a baby. A baby!”

Before you could say anything else, Chan was  peppering your face with kisses, squeezing you in the tightest hug ever.

“I love you so much. Baby, you’re…I can’t believe you’ve been carrying this on your own.” he said, cupping your cheeks with his hands. 

“I didn’t want to stress you out,” you admitted, clinging to him as he pulled you onto his lap. “And…I've never been more scared about anything my entire life? I mean, I adore you, and I know I want this with you, our baby already means the world to me…but not knowing if you would want that too? It's been killing me, we've never even joked about this before, Channie… “

“You could’ve told me sooner, baby,” he said softly, kissing the tip of your nose. “I thought we were clear about this, with you, I'm ready for anything! But I get it. And I love you even more for worrying about me. But baby, we’re in this together. Always.”

---

Chan: GUYS. I HAVE NEWS. HUGE NEWS 🤩

Jisung: Finally!! 

Hyunjin: I told you she's a spy!! No one ever listens to me!! 

Minho: He’s too happy for that, you idiot.

Chan: WE’RE HAVING A BABY.

Jeongin: Excuse me, WHAT?

Changbin: STOP. Really?! 

Seungmin: Wow, plot twist

Felix: Oh thank godddddd😭😭😭😭

Felix: I was dying here

Chan: SHE TOLD ME THIS MORNING. I’M GONNA BE A DAD. WE’RE GONNA BE PARENTS. OMG.

---

It felt like everytime he said it, it felt a little more real.

---

Jisung: Congratulations, bro. Wow. 

Hyunjin: I AM CRYING. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE REPRODUCING.

Chan: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Chan: MY BABYGIRL AND I ARE HAVING A BABY😭💖

Minho: Jokes aside, this is such great news!! Congrats. Now go take care of your pregnant fiancée instead of spamming us.

Chan: I think I'm gonna faint

Changbin: Congrats, bro. But also… HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE SHE WAS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING?

Chan: I NOTICED! I just didn't think she was, you know

Jisung: Avoiding you because she was growing your spawn, apparently.

Hyunjin: “Spawn” makes it sound like a little gremlin. Oh my Gawd 🤣

Felix: STOP. My baby’s gonna be so adorable I’ll CRY 😭

Minho: Okay, Felix, you’re suspiciously calm about this. Did you already know?

Felix: 👀

Hyunjin: YOU KNEW.

Chris: WHAT?? FELIX, YOU KNEW BEFORE ME?!

Felix: SHE TOLD ME FIRST, OKAY? SHE WAS NERVOUS, AND I PROMISED I WOULDN’T SAY ANYTHING.

Jisung: Wow. Betrayal.

Chan: SO YOU JUST LET ME SUFFER FOR WEEKS??

Felix: Yes. And? I'd do it again for her.

Changbin: LMAO savage.

Jeongin: Shame on you for trusting him when everyone knows he works for her

Chan: Thanks for being on her side, Lix

Felix: Anytime 💖

Hyunjin: Omg, imagine Baby Bang. Tiny curls, tiny dimples 😍

Chan: STOP I’M ALREADY CRYING AGAIN 😭

Jeongin: I've never been this excited for a baby really. You'd let us babysit won't you? 

Changbin: Oh yeah. Group uncle duty.

Hyunjin: We're gonna be dancing before we can even walk Baby Bang 🤝

Felix: For sure!

Chan: THANK YOU GUYS FOR BEING EXCITED FOR US!

Jisung: Save your tears for the wedding, Daddy Bang.

Jeongin: When do we throw a baby shower? Felix?

Felix: Already planning it.

Hyunjin: This baby’s gonna be so loved.

Chan: THANK YOU, GUYS. I LOVE YOU ALL 😭

---

Chan added Y/N to the group chat.

Chan: SURPRISE, BABY! WELCOME TO THE CHAOS.

Jisung: AHHH THE QUEEN IS HERE!

Hyunjin: ALL HAIL THE BABY-MAKER 👑

Minho: Congrats on creating life and also tolerating Chan for this long.

Felix: YAYYYYYY YOU’RE HERE! 😭 We’ve been dying to have you here!!!

Jeongin: Thank you for gifting us Baby Bang. We promise to only slightly corrupt them.

Changbin: We’re all crying. I’m crying. Hyung is crying. Everyone’s crying.

Y/N:😂

Y/N: Oh my God, you guys.

Minho: This is us being tame.

Hyunjin: Soooo, what does it feel like, hm? Asking for research purposes, of course

Chan: Oh yeah, totally not gonna run off and impregnate someone 🙄

Hyunjin: What's it to you Christopher? You can do it, but I can't?! 

Chan: Oh please

Minho: I told her to get a collar for this damn puppy and look who's here yapping

Y/N: Leave him alone guys!

Hyunjin: I respect you, Y/N. I respect you. So I'm gonna shut up (Mr Know, let's do this face to face huh)

Minho: Gladly.

Felix: Honestly, Y/N, we’re just honored to be part of this. 

Y/N: Thanks guys, this means a lot to us. 

Changbin: And we’re going to spoil them rotten.

Jeongin: Rotten is an understatement.

Y/N: 🤭🤭🤭

Minho: You won't even know what hit you for the next 18 years. Or 30.

Chan: GUYS. Stop scaring her. Baby, they’re joking.

Felix: We’re not.

Hyunjin: Nope.

Jisung: Absolutely not.

Y/N: I'm all in for that hehe

Chan: I love you guys

Jisung: Chan’s in his feels again.

Felix: We have a wedding and baby shower to plan! 

Hyunjin: OMG. A pregnant bride. You’re gonna be so GLOWY.

Y/N: Thank you for being this excited for us. I love you guys 😭💖

Felix: We love you too!! 🥺💖

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lol this is great😂

BONUS chat with JYP

A/N: I made this awhile ago when I had an idea that didn't pan out for one of the chapters. But I think it still fits and it's funny (to me) so imma post it. Enjoy 😉

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Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 20 Finale

Masterlist

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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I was vibrating with excitement and nerves. I wasn't going on stage, but I would be in backstage videos and photos, so I did get mild hair and makeup. The outfit they put me in matched my boys perfectly.

I was sitting in a green room with my Omegas going to and fro around me. Doing their own things to get ready both mentally and physically. Stretching, warming up, snacking, resting, chatting, and joking around. I was flushed with joy and having a blast.

I snapped photos and little videos on my phone and tablet cameras. They weren't nearly as good as my usual, but I still wanted to document and remember this day. This first concert with my Omegas. How much fun we were having even while everyone worked so hard. It was worth documenting, even at lower quality than usual.

We all quieted down when there was a knock on the door. Like we wanted to keep our joy and chaos for ourselves. Even if there was a backstage talker camera going around.

"Oh great! Thank you so much!" I heard Chris exclaim happily to the person at the door. It's his Australian accent that catches my attention since most the crew were still Korean speaking.

HE clicked the door shut again, a plain brown handled shopping bag in his hand. His eyes searched for and found me and he baby step beelined for me. I was sitting on a chair, Ayen sitting between my legs. The odd walk caught several others attention.

Lino straightened. "Did it arrive?" Chan nodded. "Just in time!" Lino sounded as excited as Chan looked. I was even more confused.

"What came?" I asked. I didn't know anyone ordered anything. Was it a food delivery?

Chan handed me the bag. "We got you something. I wasn't sure if it would be done before the concert started." He looked a little nervous now as all eight of them stopped what they were doing to watch me open my surprise.

Giving them one last suspicious look, I peeked into the bag, only to gasp in absolute shock. Slowly, reverently, I reached inside and pulled out my previously broken camera.

She looked better than she had in years, and I took great pride in taking care of her. Brand new shiny casing, broken lens and buttons replaced and policed enough to sparkle. Even the strap, which had been wearing down in some spots was reweaved and stitched. I was in awe.

"This is far too much! How did you even find someone to fix this in just a day?" My hands shook as I smoothed my fingers over the camera in worship. This was beyond anything I ever dared to even think about hoping for.

"We all pitched in. And manager found the camera shop." Lino said.

"It was worth every penny just to see this look on your face." Minnie teased with a small, sweet smile on his lips.

"We know how much the camera means to you. How much photography means." Ayen started, patting my thigh. He was twisted oddly in order to watch me. And you are so good at it. Honestly, your work is better than some of the big-name photographers to have worked with.

I half smiled at him. "Hardly but thank you. Thank you all so much." I bit my lip to keep from tearing up. "I am so glad I became your Alpha. Even if I was terrified through most of our journey so far."

"There is a catch to this gift, though." Felix announced.

"What's that?"

"You have to take our social media photos for the tour. We have a higher standard now that we have posted your photos." Hyunjin answered.

I huffed out a laugh, eyes tearing up, and nodded with a wobbly smile. "Of course. I'll be glad to." I whispered wetly.

"And y/n?" Han prompted.

I hummed in question, waiting for his answer expectantly.

"We are really glad you're our Alpha too. Our Unwilling Alpha. Perfect in every way." Bin answered.

~Fin~

A/N: Originally, I had the intention of writing the entire concert of their first stop on the mini tour. However, this organically came out, and it just felt like the ending as I was writing it. And I'm all for listening to my writing. It sometimes knows more than I do. So, it's short, but it feels like a natural ending to me, and hopefully to you too.

Thank you for riding this roller coaster with me, and i really hope you enjoyed this short little goofy take on A/B/O dynamics.

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