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hippopotamusdreamer · 25 days ago

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They Were Roommates

genre. [C][F][A][AU]

warnings. None! Maybe a "damn" thrown in there

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, not proofread lol

pairing. Yang Jeongin x Reader

w.c. 962

a/n. This is for Fall Cryptid season!

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You had a poltergeist problem.

Well, not really a poltergeist, it was a ghost. But you couldn’t very well say a spooky silly ghost problem because then you’d just look and sound ridiculous.

It started when you moved into a new apartment a at the beginning of the year. Rent was cheap and the housing market was the bane of your existence. It didn’t matter that someone was murdered there 10+ years ago in the heat of passion. Or that the previous owners felt like they were being watched. Which was weird because the unit was on the third floor.

And so what if you heard footsteps outside of your bedroom at like three in the morning? Who cares that all your cabinet doors were left open after you’d left for work more than once. And that chill in the air in the middle of the night? Let’s just say that the money you saved during the summer was enough to make you turn a blind eye to everything. Especially now that it was October and the autumn air was settling in.

But the one thing you’d never thought about? It never even came to mind as a possibility of happening.

A ghost getting fed up with your bullshit, so much so that he decided to APPEAR in front of you while you were crying on your couch because of your ex. And just to be clear, you were not crying because he dumped you (you dumped him). You were just so relieved that he was out of your life that the tears just wouldn’t stop coming after that.

“Are you seriously crying over that piece of shit?” An exasperated voice chastised you.

“W-what?” You hiccupped while looking up. Before you stood a transparent being. Sharp eyes that just screamed that they were judging you, and reasonably fashionable for a ghost.

“I’ve watched you day in and day out suffering at being tied down to that absolute shitshow of a guy. And now that you’ve finally gotten rid of him, I find you crying over him! Make it make sense.”

“I’m not crying over him!”

He gave you what could only be the ghost equivalent of a “Sure Jan” look.

“I’m not!”

“What are you crying for?”

The silence in the room was deafening until it wasn’t.

“OH MY-!”

“PLEASE! I SWEAR!!”

What was your life right now? Arguing with your resident ghost over you ex? A ghost that doesn’t even help you pay reeeeent to make matters worse!

“Why am I being attacked right now!?” you cried out pitifully.

“Y/N, you don’t need him in your life. Get a grip…”

“I know that! I don’t know how many times I keep telling you that I’m not crying over him.”

“Then…why are you crying?”

“I don’t…cause I’m relieved? I don’t know, I just know that it feels like a weight is off my shoulders now that he’s gone. I don’t have to walk on eggshells whenever he’s near anymore. I can finally breathe again.”

You could feel yourself relaxing into your couch now, now that this pressure was gone. You blinked and the ghost was gone from in front of you. Though from the noises coming from the kitchen behind you, you knew he didn’t go far.

From your peripheral, you could see him coming to you slowly.

‘What are you doing?” you asked with no intentions of turning to look.

“Shush, this takes a lot of concentration…”

Narrowing your eyes at his words, that did make you want to see what he was doing. “Wha…?”

“Shh…!”

“Now, hold on—”

“Wait!”

The comedic series of events was astounding. You finally decided to turn to you ghost man. Only for him to, you guess, loose concentration. And the ending result? The mug of water he was apparently bringing to you just fell out of his grip and landed all over you and the floor below you. Cue your ghost standing there like he was about to call his mom and tell her he just frew up.

Neither of you said anything as you stared down at the wet mess. At least it was water and not something hot you supposed.

“Damn Y/N, you’re so clumsy.”

You couldn’t say anything coherent, just squawked, flabbergasted at his audacity to try to put the blame on you. Then the laughing started. Laughing at the entire ordeal. Not just the water but actually meeting the ghost that haunted your apartment and not running for the hills immediately.

From the small smile on your ghost’s face, you guessed he was just trying to get you to do something other than cry your eyes out that night. Even if your clothes where caught in the crossfire.

“So, you know my name. What’s yours?” You sighed while standing to go grab something to clean up the mess.

“…Why should I tell you?”

“You literally just threw water at me. You owe me that much.”

His lips puckered knowing you had him there. After a few beats he said, “It’s Jeongin.”

“Jeongin?”

“…Yeah.”

You were too busy cleaning the floor to notice how misty eyed a ghost could get; but you were able to catch the change in his demeanor.

“What’s wrong?” You briefly glanced up at him from your crouched position as you mopped up the water with a used towel. He chewed on his bottom lip before answering.

“…It’s just been a long time since someone’s said my name out loud.”

You felt a pang in your heart at his words. Nodding, you went back to cleaning.

“Then I’ll be sure to call for you every day, Jeongin.”

“…Ok.”

And if it sounded like he was gonna cry, well you weren’t going to bring any attention to it.

This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

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hippopotamusdreamer · 25 days ago

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My Favorite Sailor

genre. [F][AU]

warnings. Shark bite?

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, not proofread lol

pairing. Hyunjin x Reader

w.c. 1,212

a/n. This is for Fall Cryptid season!

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Humans were odd.

Walking on two “legs” as Lee Know called them, instead of a tail. Being in the sun instead of the cool water. And they even rode atop of the water in “ships” (once again what Lee Know called it) instead of gliding within it.

So odd.

But you would give them credit for one thing. They can sing. And sometimes it was the most beautiful sound to ever hit your ear fins.

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There was one ‘ship’ that you found yourself captivated by. The Wandering Youngsters, it was a cargo ship that sailed around the Asias. You weren’t aware of what they carried, just that they were on the seas for months on end.

It was one fine night that you’d caught a glimpse of…him.

One of the sailors, with delicate features yet not so delicate physique. You were captivated by his beauty at first. Long obsidian hair that blew in the wind. Mole that sat just below his left eye. You’d only managed to see the speckled dot by pure chance when you’d swam closer than usual.

It was that same night that you’d heard him sing for the first time. He was alone on the deck as he did his tasks when a sweet melody filled the air. Light and full of passion with every note. As you swam on your back along with the ship staring up at the stars, it was a night you would no sooner forget.

Despite what others thought, mermaids couldn’t sing. Mouth sounds just don’t travel well under water. The best they could do is an echolocation type of screech that they’d adapted from dolphins. Evil little beings that they were, they were smart. And outside of the water? Perhaps a whistle, but even still they could barely carry a tune.

So to be able to listen to something other than ‘eek eek’, how could you not fall for him. You were mesmerized immediately.

There were others that would join his singing every now and then, too. They were all good in their own ways. Some of them were fast and made your head spin by how hard they hit their notes. Others also kept to a beautiful melody, and yet nothing beat your sailor’s voice. It was your favorite thing in the entire sea.

And you suspected it would always be.

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On this particular night, you weren’t feeling too well. You’d been attacked while making the scouting rounds around the undertow city perimeter. As a member of the royal guard, it was your job to keep an eye out for anything that could threaten your people.

Today’s threat? Shark.

Usually, you’d have a buddy with you to help in such cases. And you did, but they were a new recruit and got scared as soon as the beast showed up. It managed to do a number on you before you were able to escape to the nearest check point where others were stationed. It was there that they were able to dispatch guards to your previous location and finish off what you couldn’t by yourself.

The captain would definitely have some words for the newbie.

The regenerative powers of the merfolk would kick in in a few hours, so for now, you’d have to deal with a chewed up tail and scarred shoulder. It just made swimming in the water more difficult. Trying to keep up with your precious cargo ship, you were a lot slower today. Lagging just a bit more behind, your tailed kicked out more water than normal. Struggling as you went, you just wanted to hear him, to be comforted after a shitty day with the music he made.

“You’re loud today,” a dulcet voice said from somewhere above you. Caught off guard, you stopped swimming long enough to look up and meet the eyes of one you longed to hear. There your sailor was, leaning against the edge of the ship railing.

“Most of the time, you’re really quiet. I almost thought I’d made you up and was just going crazy,” he continued. “Hey, keep up!”

The distance between you and the ship had grown longer. Snapping out of it, you struggled forward again. Once he deemed it a reasonable distance, he picked up the conversation from where it left off.

“Older sailors always warned about unknown creatures living in the sea, but we never really thought they were telling the truth. We just thought it was an old wives tale, something to share over a drink or something.”

Shocked that he was actually talking to you, you were still silent. His brows furrowing in confusion.

“Can you talk? Or even understand what I’m saying?”

“…I-I can!” You said, quickly trying to answer him. The responding smile was one that will stay in your dreams for years to come.

“This is insane,” he said more to himself than to you. “So why are you making more noise tonight than you usually do?”

“I got chomped on by a shark. It is difficult to swim.”

“What!? Are you ok?” He looked around frantically, searching the surrounding darkened ocean. “Is the shark still around?”

You giggled at his movements. Humans were so funny sometimes.

“Yes, I’m alright, it was by my home, a long distance away from here. There is no need to worry.”

He seemed to relax at your reassurance, though keeping a wary eye out.

“Long distance huh, so you come to the ship every night?”

“Just about.”

“Why?”

“To hear you sing,” you admitted easily, slowing down in your swimming. You were getting tired now.

“Me?” He asked incredulously.

You nodded with a smile. “Yes, you. You have such a beautiful voice.”

“Don’t mermaids, you are a mermaid right?, don’t you all sing too?”

“Yes, I am a mermaid. No, we cannot sing and I’m afraid I can no longer swim.”

He watched as you stopped moving in the water. The distance once again getting longer between you both. He moved frantically again, quick enough to slip and fall over onto the floor which made you giggle into the water. He disappeared quickly to a point you couldn’t see and then it was quiet besides the roaring of the ship breaking the sea waves.

Just as you were about to give up waiting and make the trek back home, an object was being thrown over the railing. It was circular with a hole in the middle, on one side, it was tied with a rope that connected to the ship.

“Get in there! The ship will pull you along!”

With a big push you made it to the object and tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible. Glancing up at the ship, the sailor smiled down at you.

“What’s your name?” you asked, noticing how your tail was beginning to close its wound. Massaging the regenerating scales, you looked upward.

“Hyunjin, what’s yours?”

“Y/N.”

“Is there any song in particular you wanted to hear tonight?”

“Anything you sing is beautiful.”

At least he had the sense to blush before clearing his throat and looking away.

“Ok.”

This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

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hippopotamusdreamer · 25 days ago

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Witch's Son

genre. [PS][F][AU]

warnings. None?

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, not proofread lol

pairing. Felix x Reader

w.c. 1,043

a/n. This is for Fall Cryptid season!

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He was always handsome in your opinion, the witch’s son. Others in the community would even agree with you. Hair and personality of the sun and face filled with stars. A man unlike any other even if you never knew his name. Occasionally, he would be seen foraging in the forest for his mother. Ingredients for her many potions and elixirs no doubt.

You’d catch a glimpse of him every now and then when he was on his way to the forest’s edge. The route he took just so happened to be past your bakery. As you would set up whatever treat of the day on display, you’d see the familiar head of blonde walking past the front window.

Your shop was pretty well known in the area. Along with regular treats, you also offered food with minor…tweaks. You were only 1/3 of a witch yourself from your father’s side. Unfortunately, there was a cap to how much magic a halfa (part magical creature, part human) could produce. But you weren’t complaining. You wouldn’t even know what to do with all that power should you have had it.

No, what you could do now was just enough in your opinion. Ever wanted to have a conversation with the family pet, try the strawberry acorn animal scone. Or how about easing the aches and pains of the daily grind with a Get Better Blondie? Perhaps even just blessing your breath with regular garlic butter dinner rolls to get rid of unwanted mothers-in-law’s? If you could think it, Leviathan’s Crest could bake it.

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It was on a random Tuesday morning that you had realized a mistake.

Last week you were supposed to reorder ingredients for the next two weeks. Sadly, you’d been distracted by a wedding cake order for a gorgon party. A three tiered marble cake with a rock solid base. You had a fun time delivering the finished product; they even gave you a mini statue of the bride and bride as a wedding favor.

Regardless of the good time, you’d shirked your obligations and now present you was suffering for it. It was too late to order for the recipes now but you’d still need to order it for the next day. Your lavender lotus loaves were one of your hot ticket items and they needed to be made for the day. With your meager powers, each loaf was able to make the customer feel a serenity that’d put the CBD shoppe to shame. And not to brag or anything but they were fucking delicious.

It was as you were about to run out of your shop to Kochi’s Bazaar, the germakochi owned spice bazaar that was home to the most pungent spices, Turkish delights, caviar, dried nuts, and more, that you ran into something, or rather, someone instead.

“Oh!” A deep voice yelled in surprise.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed.

There before you stood the man of your fantasies. You were absolutely gobsmacked. This man was absolutely STUNNING, with a capital STUN.

‘Daaaaamn, he looks better up close.’

“You alright?”

‘And an accent???’ Your internal monologue was just going haywire.

“Uh…yeah,” you said, trying to pull yourself together. “No yeah, I’m…I’m ok. Sorry for running into you.”

He smiled brightly at your flustered form, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s fine. No harm done.”

You both stood in front of your bakery waiting for the other to speak.

“You’re not closing up early are you? The day hasn’t even started,” He asked, finally breaking the silence while glancing from you to the bakery.

“Sort of? For now anyways.”

He gave you a questioning look that made you want to elaborate immediately.

“I ran out of one the key ingredients that I needed to make one of my specialty loaves. I was gonna head on over to Kochi’s to see if he had anything in stock.”

“Oh no! …I think I heard my mom saying that Kochi’s not here right now,” he said with an apologetic look.

“What!?” You hadn’t heard anything about Kochi leaving.

“Yeah! He, uh, went back to Turkey for a family emergency or…something.”

“Crap, what am I gonna do now?” you mumbled to yourself.

“You know, I was heading to the forest just now, I could see if I can find whatever it is you need.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly trouble you…”

You never got his name…

“Felix,” He answered with a crooked smile.

“Felix,” you repeated softly, his smile turning into a grin once again.

“It’s no trouble at all Y/N. Just tell me what you need.”

Is your brain short circuiting? Did he just check you out? No right?

“L-Lavender..?”

“Lavender?”

Clearing you throat, you nodded.

“Alright, I’ll keep an eye out. I know a spot that should have some, be back in an hour. Hope that’s ok.”

“Yeah that’s fine, I’ll prepare something else in the meantime. As a thank you, I’ll give you one of whatever you want and a drink of your choice for free.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” he said while walking away, grin still plastered on his face.

You stared after him for a few moments before realizing what you were doing. Face flushing in embarrassment, you ran inside your bakery to get started on a different treat to put out.

But it was when you were mixing in the some wolfsbane to a muffin mixture that you realized, you’d never given Felix your name before, so how did he…?

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Felix didn’t know if Kochi was really out of town or not as he walked down his usual path towards the forest. The route was actually out of the way from his mother’s place but he had his reasons for coming this way.

What he did know was that he finally got the chance to talk to the cute baker he’d been crushing on for the past who knows how long. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face even if he tried.

Something stirred in the air as he walked, and it wasn’t the magic that thrummed in his veins.

This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

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hippopotamusdreamer · 29 days ago

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SKZ fanfic help!

I was reading a fic yesterday that was on my FYP and I thought I saved it to my likes but I WAS WRONG AND THE TUMBLR APP REFRESHED AND I LOST IT 😭😭 can anyone help me find it

I only managed to read part of the first chapter 🥲 from what I remember it was a Han x Reader fic

I believe it was a series, Y/N finally got the courage to confess to best friend and roommate Han Jisung cause he was finally single but she quickly found out that he liked someone else already. He tells her that he doesn't like her like that, so to give herself time to move on, she moves in with Seungmin in the meantime, who is looking for his own roommate.

Practically everyone knew Y/N liked Han except him. Heesung was there as a barista?? and he gives his number to a yellow sweater/cardigan wearing Y/N when she went to the cafe with her friend Hannah

College AU, I believe

Please help me! 😭

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hippopotamusdreamer · 1 month ago

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Period Reds

genre. [F][C]

warnings. Talks about periods; as in MENSTRUAL CYCLES. No actual mentions of blood but it does talk about tampons, pads and cramps.

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, reader is aged between Hyunjin and Han, includes all members of Stray Kids in some way, Lee Know as Minho

This was a request by an Anon!

Hope you don't mind that I tweaked it a bit!

pairing. OT8 x 9th member

w.c. 1.1K

synopsis. It's that time of the month again, so how do the boys handle it?

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Waking up, you knew that that day was going to be a problem.

You’d started your period yesterday. And as usual, Day 2 was always the worst for you. Everything felt twice as difficult. Lower back pain? Unbearable. Cramps? Unbearable. Overwhelming urge to not move? Unbearable in your line of work.

Not only did you have to waddle to the bathroom like some sort of deranged cowboy, but the ondol in the apartment stopped working at the beginning of month so your tootsies were cold. Your mother had always nagged that your cramps were worse because you were barefoot on the cold floor. You hated every second you were out of bed…

Not to mention your lower half needed a soak but the unfortunate thing about Korean bathrooms was that there was no tub. Just a double filtered showerhead attached to the sink.

At least the water heater worked…

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After allowing the discomforts of this morning literally go down the drain, you found yourself holed up in one of Binnie’s pullovers. Not wanting to be confined to your room, you made your move. Fuzzy socks and house slippers on, you trudged your way to the living room, the plush couch calling your name. Everyone was out for the day besides Hyunjin since it was one of the rare days off.

Speaking of Hyunjin, the couch was where he found you not even fifteen minutes later of laying down. Half asleep and cozy with s Pochacco blanket that remained in the living room. The title song of some random Netflix show playing on the tv nearly lulling you to sleep.

As he dried his hair with a towel, he made his way to you. A pep in his step until he saw how your eyebrows remained furrowed. Kneeling by your head, he touched your forehead while calling out to you gently.

“Y/N-ah?”

“Mm?” you roused softly.

“You ok?”

“Mmhmm”

“You don’t feel warm, so you’re not sick…at least not yet.”

“’m not sick Hyunjinnie. My uterus is just mad at me for not being pregnant,” you mumbled.

“Oooh,” he says, already used to how casually you talked about your period with them. With that new information squared away, he took out his phone to message Minho.

‘We have a Code: Empty Nester’

Minho hyung: How is she?

‘Image.png sent’ Minho-hyung: Ah it’s day 2 Minho-hyung: Give me 20 minutes. I’ll be there soon. Minho-hyung: Message Felix too ‘Ok’ ‘Lix, we got a Code: Empty Nester’ Yongbokkie: Which day are we on? ‘2’ Yongbokkie: ‘2 ½ batches of extra fudge brownies coming up.’

Nodding to himself, he looked back towards you. You’d basically conked out on him, so he couldn’t ask you if you needed any of the American medicine you had. Instead he decided to do the next best thing.

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Minho and Han walked into the rapper dorm; hands loaded with groceries for the soup that he was going to make for you. You’d commented once that it had settled your stomach when he’d whipped it up the first couple of times during your period. So now it was basically a staple during these times.

They were rendered motionless immediately after taking off their outside shoes. Through the opening that lead inside the apartment, they were able to see you and Hyunjin asleep on the couch. Somehow Hyunjin had managed to wiggle himself behind you and had essentially koala wrapped himself around you. They silently chuckled as they walked past, careful not to make a sound. It was common knowledge amongst them that you got terrible sleep any time you got your period.

The two of you stayed asleep until the soup was just about ready for lunch. Felix and Jeongin walked through the door, each carrying a kimchi container filled with brownies. Smiling as they watched you stir, Felix handed over his container to the maknae and made his way towards you.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he greeted softly while cupping your cheek as he crouched in front of you.

You gave him a delirious smile in return, still in the process of waking up.

“You hungry?”

“I am,” the muffled voice of Hyunjin was heard from behind you. The two of you giggle as the lanky man detangled himself from you.

“Minho-hyung made your favorite-” the Aussie began.

“Soooup,” you cut him off with a croak.

“Haha, yeah soup. And I made brownies.”

“Extra fudge?”

“Of course, I’m not a monster.”

“You guys are the best,” you said with your best half asleep smile.

“Wanna get up?”

“Yeah, just give me a sec,”

The other thing about Korea was that tampons were not widely used in comparison to pads. So getting a box of 12 was not worth the price. Instead you had to wait for your friends and family back in America to send you a mega pack to keep over time. Which meant that you were able to feel everything shifting as you moved about.

Hyunjin helped you up slowly from your laid down positions. Occasionally having to stop every now and then. Until a sudden pain in your lower stomach had you take a breath in sharply. A few seconds of worried glances from the boys had you reassuring them that you were fine and that it happened every now and then.

“I’m gonna go freshen up first then meet everyone in the kitchen, ok?”

As you made your way to your bathroom, you heard Jeongin calling after you.

“Hyung said that him, Changbinnie-hyung, and Seungminnie-hyung were at the store picking up snacks for your stash. But then Sungminnie-hyung said that they were out of your chocolate covered sunflower seeds. They said they’ll be here in like 15 minutes.”

“Aww, tell them I said that’s ok and thank you!”

Phone in hand, you sat on the toilet. You couldn’t help but reflect as the sounds of the boys getting rowdy in the kitchen intensified. You were very appreciative of them and how far your relationship with each of them had come. How grateful you were for their understanding of you and your menstrual cycle. There have been plenty of childish men in your life that had tried to make you feel bad when talking about it but they were no longer worth your time.

Your guys certainly made everything easier to deal with.

You knew you’d gotten lost on your phone doom scrolling when a timid knock sounded from the door and Chan questioned if you were alright.

‘Uh-oh…’

“…I’ll be out in a sec!”

a/n. For my sake, 9th member will never be a different age than where she's at. Just to keep everything orderly.

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This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

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hippopotamusdreamer · 1 month ago

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hello! i really love your 9th member fics and i was wondering if i could please request one in which the reader is the maknae? or maybe one in which the boys take care of her when she's on her period and her cramps are so bad she can't practice.

Hallo, I'm currently working on this!

You can find it here!

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hippopotamusdreamer · 2 months ago

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Hey, so I recently discovered your 9th member fics and love them! I'm a new stay, hehe! I was wondering, I'm about to ask the dreaded question- do you do requests?

Hi! Thanks so much for reading and enjoying them!! 🥰🥰 welcome to Stayville!

The simple answer is yes*, I do take requests!

The caveat on that would be that because I am a full-time college student, it would just come out slowly but eventually!

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hippopotamusdreamer · 2 months ago

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And Breathe

genre. [A] [F]

warnings. Illusions of depression, cussing

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, Y/N use, reader is aged between Hyunjin and Han, includes all members of Stray Kids

If you or someone you know is being bullied, there are things you can do to keep yourself and others safe from bullying.

pairing. OT8 x 9th member

w.c. 2.2K

synopsis. The aftermath of the worst time of your life so far, Part 2 of this fic

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True to your word, the box of graduation invitations arrived right on time. You’d first gotten a text from kakao notifying you that your package had made it to the apartment safely. Then Chan sent a very dry and short message right after that saying he’d put it in your room. Your room that you hadn’t been in since the whole fiasco last week.

You thought you’d gotten passed this stage with everyone. It was like you were on the outside looking in again. Not belonging with them was such a lonely feeling now that you’d had a taste of it.

Since leaving that fateful meeting room, you’d been staying with ITZY in their dorm for the time being. Not wanting to be near the others outside of practice. Of course they’d tried to message you with apologies since you wouldn’t go home but you were still hurt!

Who wouldn’t be? You were obviously justified with how upset you were about the whole incident, there was no doubt about that. And of course they let you have the space you needed. But if you were being honest, you just didn’t know how to face your members or if they even wanted to really see you.

The messages from the younger ones happened for a day or two but then stopped immediately afterwards. You weren’t sure if it was because they realized they didn’t need to placate your feelings or what. And that thought had led you to spiral downward mentally.

So you stayed away from them for now.

You responded to Chan before heaving a sigh and rolling over in bed. Your eyes becoming heavy as the beige of the wall dulled your senses. It was your only constant lately, besides the girls when they came to check in on you. Ever since you left them, there was just this tightening pressure on your chest that wouldn’t go away.

Sleep would surely help, wouldn’t it?

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Your Dorm Same Day Chan’s POV

A.Y/N: Thanks.

No cute little sticker. No little emoji. No nothing.

Sitting at the edge of his bed, Chan sighed as he looked down at the only message you’d sent in a week.

Ever since the argument, he and the boys had been lackluster in what work they’d been able to get done. When he saw how hurt you were before leaving that room, he couldn’t face you. He felt ashamed for not hearing you out properly.

And he wasn’t the only one, all the kids felt bad too. Felix, especially. Since he had already known about your situation prior, only to forget in the heat of the moment. Lee Know even had to get him in the middle of the night to stop Felix from crying until dawn when you didn’t come home that first night.

So he wanted to give you the space you needed and deserved.

But they all felt it; the hole your absence had left.

While it was true that you hadn’t been with them for more than a year at this point; you had integrated yourself so well with everyone. He felt like a total dickhead. You had finally started opening up to him. All week prior you had been hyping them up for a surprise and it was— FUCK!

Why did he do that to you??

He was brought out of his spiraling thoughts by a sudden knock on his open bedroom door. Looking up he saw Jeongin standing there pensively.

“Changbinnie hyung’s back from meeting with Chaeryeong,” the youngest member said.

He nodded before scrubbing his face with a sigh. Getting up and following the maknae into the living room, he noticed his other members had gathered already. Everyone sat facing Changbin as he perched on the sofa, waiting for him to speak.

“How’d it go, Bin?” he prompted.

“…Chaeryeong-ah said that Y/N-ah isn’t doing well,” Changbin reluctantly answered while staring at his hands. Occasionally rubbing them together as a form of self-comfort.

Everyone physically deflated at the news. Nobody wanted you to feel like this, especially when on your own. They all saw how hard you had worked to be a part of their team and their fuck up made you shut them all out.

“She said that Y/N-ah doesn’t really leave their dorm. And that…,” he trailed off.

“What is it Binnie?”

“…She cried the first two nights she was there,” he relayed quietly.

Chan could already tell Felix’s face was about to crumble once again while Seungmin silently ground his teeth together. No one wanted to look at each other.

He looked around the room at his kids. Taking in their facial expressions, downcast eyes and drooping postures. Each one as despondent as the last. He ran his hand through his hair trying to come up with something that could fix this entire situation. He wasn’t sure how much longer they could last like this, you included.

When Lee Know silently grabbed onto Hyunjin’s hand to comfort him, he knew what he had to do.

“Changbin,” he said catching the attention of all of guys. “Call Chaeryeong, I have an idea that could hopefully fix this.”

He didn’t miss the optimistic looks thrown his way.

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“Chaeryeong-ah, I really don’t want to be here,” you grumbled as you followed the younger woman inside the JYPE building.

“It’ll be really quick unnie. I have to meet with my manager and then we can go out for food. You don’t even have to go up to the meeting floor. Just wait for me in your practice room.”

She picked up on your hesitancy immediately.

“Your group doesn’t have anything scheduled right now, right? No one should be practicing in there,” she gently reminded you.

You chewed on your bottom lip in contemplation at her words.

“It’ll be ok unnie,” she promised while rubbing your arm comfortingly. “I’ll meet up with you after ok?”

She gently pushed you in the direction of the elevators to get to your designated floor. . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

All while in the elevator you had contemplated reaching out to Chan. Your fingers fidgeted with your phone strap as you stared down at your message chat with your leader. Your uneasiness showed with how many times you typed out then erased your message to him.

Just as you were giving up for now, you walked into the practice room where you were immediately rendered frozen. You must have been sleeping because there was no way you could be seeing what you currently were. Mostly all of your members were there, though no one had realized you had opened the door yet. With the exception of Changbin, everyone was preoccupied around the room. They weren’t practicing but they were setting up, for what though you hadn’t a clue.

“Felix hyung, do you want any help with setting up the desserts?” I.N asked the older boy as he finished adjusting his side of a streamer.

“No Innie, thanks but I want it to look a certain way…” he trailed off while concentrating on his task. Every other second he would slightly adjust one of the cupcakes on the table before him.

Even with the distance between you, you could tell just how red-rimmed his eyes were. In fact, looking around the room, none of the others were faring well either. The bags underneath their eyes practically matching your own. You hadn’t been able to sleep well while staying with the girls, only getting in naps when you were exhausted. It just wasn’t the same as your home with the guys.

“Minnie, does she listen to this group?” Han questioned, showing Seungmin his phone for whatever playlist he’d created.

Glancing over to look closer, Seungmin shook his head as he tied a balloon shut.

“No,” was his immediate response while grabbing another balloon from the pile in front of him. He was surrounded by many colorful globs already; you kind of wondered how long he had been at it. How long they’ve all been at it. “She’ll tolerate it if they’re playing somewhere but she doesn’t like them.” The puppy explained before starting on the new balloon.

With a look of silent understanding, Han went back to work on his phone.

“A little lower Channie hyung,” you heard from Hyunjin. Turning your head you see the 3 older members of your group huddled next to the wall.

“How about now,” Chan questioned while propping up a makeshift banner. Lee Know stood on the other side trying to be aligned with the oldest member.

“Mm, pick it up just a little,” the artist responded while eyeing them with his thumb out. As Chan moved to adjust his side better, you were able to see what was written on the banner.

‘We’re Sorry Y/N-ah’

Oh. Oh.

This was all for you.

You brought your hands up to your face silently. The overwhelming sense of emotion was enough to make your heart ache. There was a lot of effort put into this, as much as grown men could do on their own at least.

Just as you were about to call out to them, the door busted open scaring the shit out of you and everyone else in the room.

“CHAERYEONG-AH SAID THAT SHE SENT Y/N-AH HERE ALREADY!” Changbin yelled as soon as he entered. He turned to look at you briefly, “Hi Y/N-ah,” and then looked expectantly at the others.

You waved quietly to him in greeting, taking everyone a second to realize that you were there.

“Y/N-AH!”/ “NOONA!”

Wincing at their exuberant volume, you gave them a wry smile, “…Hi guys.”

They wanted to hug you, that much you could tell. The younger ones jumped up from their spots on the ground and began to move forward before stopping themselves. Changbin even tried to reach out for you but balled his hands into fists and kept them at his sides instead. Most of them turned to Chan who cleared his throat and stepped forward.

Your heart raced as he bit his lip in worry. Watched on as he clenched and unclenched his fists; a nervous tic you’d noticed that he did occasionally. He took a moment to look at you. Only then could you really see how distraught he was. His cheeks were sunken in and the bags underneath his eyes were more prominent than usual. And if you squinted hard enough you could see how bloodshot they were.

“Y/N-ah…Y/N,” he started in English quietly. “I’ve been replaying everything in my head since that day. No amount of words I say can ever express how truly sorry I am. How sorry we are. I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted to be that negative force for you here. I value you as both a person and a member of this group. You mean a lot to me, to us. I am so sorry that I didn’t give you a chance to explain yourself. I regret…we regret everything that happened.

We wanted to sincerely apologize to you in person. You mean a lot to us and we realized immediately how hurtful this was. We can’t excuse our actions; we can only try to rebuild the trust you used to have for us. We take full responsibility for how hurt we made you feel…”

“Christopher…,” you finally acknowledged. “You guys really hurt me when everything happened. You don’t know how alone I felt, especially since no one had my back. I don’t ever want to feel like that again.”

Those that could understand English looked down in remorse.

“Noo— Y/N, I wanted to make sure you heard an apology form me,” Felixsaid softly while coming forward to gently grab onto your sleeve. “You told me about yourself and when it mattered the most, I let you down. I am so sorry Y/N, from the bottom of my heart. You may not forgive us now, but I pray that you will eventually.”

“Oh Felix,” you cupped his cheek tenderly. The purple bags and red rimmed eyes more visible now that you were this close to one another. “You’re right. I don’t forgive you right now, but one day. And while it wasn’t ok what you all did, I do appreciate the effort you all are going to.”

“That’s why we did all this, for you.” Seungmin piped up from beside Han, gesturing to the decorated room. “Not so that you could forgive us, but to just show you how much we care about you. That you’re a part of us no matter how stupid we can be.”

Everyone murmurs in agreement at his words. You look around the room again, truly taking everything and everyone in.

“Come home,” I.N blurted out when your silence was too much for him. “We miss you. It’s not the same without you at home.”

Before you could respond, Hyunjin engulfed you in a tight hug immediately followed by a blubbering Felix.

“Come back!”

“Please!”

“We’re sorry!”

You chuckled softly at their antics, patting one of them on the back with you limited range.

From this point on, you knew it was going to be a tough journey forward. But you had a feeling it would work itself out in the end. The painful feeling in your chest that’s been there since this whole thing started began to slowly ease up. You felt like you could finally breathe again.

a/n. Hey folks, long time no see! Had an internship during the summer then school started back up a week after it ended. Now I'm 5 classes in this semester until December. Wish me luck lmaoo

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Those who wanted a part 2: @ihrtlix @6demonica9

This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

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hippopotamusdreamer · 4 months ago

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This Is Pure Betrayal

genre. [A]

warnings. Just hurt feelings all around. Mention of the word "verbal abuse" but none is said.

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, reader is aged between Hyunjin and Han.

If you or someone you know is being bullied, there are things you can do to keep yourself and others safe from bullying.

pairing. OT8 x 9th member

w.c. 1.2K

synopsis. When you need your members the most, they weren't there for you.

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Part 2

JYPE’s Stray Kids under fire once again as allegations against newest member Y/L/N Y/N begin to arise.

An anonymous individual shared a detailed account on an online forum, recalling instances of alleged verbal abuse by Y/N during their high school years.

Former schoolmates from Jeil High School alleged that the singer was a significant bully and juvenile delinquent during her school years.

You sat with your group members in the meeting room of the JYP Entertainment Building. Most of them looking stressed. Your foot bounced agitatedly as your leg was crossed over the other.

Three news articles lay displayed for the entire room to see. The recent allegations against your person was stirring up old memories of when Hyunjin’s scandal happened. Though you weren’t a part of SKZ when it came out, you understood how hard this must be for everyone.

All this morning, you had been hounded by upper management about this scandal hitting the news. Only, you hadn’t known it at the time…

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It had started with nonstop message notifications going off on your phone by your personal manager, Heejin, that woke you up. You were never a morning person so you were already upset on the one day you could sleep in. Instead of checking your messages though, you put off looking at them until after breakfast.

But then group manager called Chan two bites into your food to have everyone come in for an emergency meeting. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your head that wouldn’t go away. These two things were related, you weren’t sure why or how but they were.

On the ride to JYPE, you finally got around to checking the messages Heejin had sent. Yet, they were all cryptic and with no real information given. So you were left in the dark regardless.

As soon as the door closed on the nine member group, you, Y/L/N Y/N, were being grilled with no chance to say your peace.

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So here you sat about an hour later. Angry.

You never got angry. Upset maybe, disappointed sure, but never angry. You tried to keep your breathing steady but it was hard. Your jaw was tightened and you could feel a tick about to start. Brows furrowed, you stared a hole in front of you as the managers talked over themselves blaming each other and yourself.

“I’m not going to apologize,” you said with a tone that left no room for compromise. Arms crossed; you continued to stare down at the table before you, refusing to look at anyone.

You heard one of the boys tsk in irritation, Lee Know probably, and a few of them changed positions in their seats. Most likely uncomfortable with the atmosphere and having to deal with this all over again.

The managers decided to leave in that moment to give you all time to talk to one another. Changbin got up from his seat and began to pace behind the group. Chan sat immediately to your left, rubbing at the back of his neck to release the tension that had gathered there.

“Look, Y/N-ah, we won’t be upset. Just tell us everything that happened so that the company can handle it,” Chan sighed out.

Your nails bit into your arms as he spoke up. Not even letting you get a say in even after the managers left. Just picking up were they stopped.

“Noona…,” the youngest of the group spoke up hesitantly.

Jeongin’s voice made you freeze. All the anger you had felt until then melted away into betrayal. Because you know what he was about to ask. Just like Chan and the other’s, I.N also didn’t give you the benefit of the doubt.

“Did you really—”

“Yang Jeongin,” you cut him off equally as quiet. You still couldn’t look at him, at any of them. “I know I haven’t been with you all for even a full year yet but I would have hoped you would know me by now. At least a little.”

From your peripherals, you could see a few of them flinch at your cold demeanor.

Changbin had stopped moving behind you as you got up from your spot. You could feel the familiar prickle in your nose as you started to get emotional. It had been a while since you felt this distance from them. They had ripped open the space between you so easily it was as if it were a cheap chip bag. Like the efforts on both your parts didn’t even matter with how easily they accused you.

Nodding, you hugged yourself tighter, closing yourself off from them and they could feel it. You pulled away from them in this moment as you walked away towards the door. They watched as your shoulders slumped forward and the usual vibrancy that you held within was nowhere to be found.

You cleared your throat and spoke to the floor rather than at the eight remaining men in the room. “If anyone had bothered to let me talk at least once during this whole interrogation, cause that’s what this was, let’s be honest. Or at least retained what you had learned about me in general, this would have all been over before it even started.”

You bit at your lip to keep it from trembling but they were easily able to catch the warble in your voice.

“I never went to school in Korea. To make matters worse, I even told you about this, Felix. I graduated high school in America. In fact, I was even going surprise you all with physical invitations when they arrived next week, but I am going to officially graduate from an accredited American university this December. I have been doing online classes for the past few years and have worked with my academic advisors and professor’s for the classes that had to have been in person. Yay me...

So no, I will not be apologizing for something that my vast amount of anti's clearly lied about.”

“Noona,” Seungmin’s soft timbre was heard. You looked at him briefly but it was enough for all eight of them to see how red your eyes became in a matter of seconds. You could see his and Felix’s hearts breaking on their faces.

“As of this moment, I don’t feel comfortable being near you all right now. Um, for my well-being, I’m going to go hang out with ITZY for a while. Probably stay with them at their dorm for the night or the next three.”

“Y/N-ah—”

“Don’t worry,” you cut Chan off now. “I’ll be on time for practice the day after tomorrow Christopher leader-nim, I promise. Hopefully, you’ll take my word for it this time.”

The door didn’t slam as you left the room. It somehow managed to close softly behind you. Though none of them would have faulted you if it did. They would have almost preferred it over this closed off version of yourself.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Han exhaled in despair. Every one of them sharing the same sentiment.

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The next day while you were eating cereal with Chaeryeong, your phone pinged with a notification from the FANS app. Opening it up, you noticed it was the official statement the company put out on your behalf before swiping out of there and locking your phone.

You didn’t want to deal with it or anything revolving around it until you absolutely had to; which wouldn’t be for another day.

You wanted more cereal.

a/n. What did y'all think about their Lollapalooza set??

This was a little idea that popped in my head in-between my work at my internship. I have one week left until it's over, then I get a week off before school starts up again on the 19th.

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hippopotamusdreamer · 5 months ago

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Doctor, Doctor

genre. [AU] [M] [PS]

warnings. 18+ due to violent nature, Blood, Bleeding, Wound description, You stick your fingers in there???, stitching up a wound, Bullet

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, Mafia!AU, Lee Know as Cat Man, Jisung as Buffoon, Changbin as Buff Man, Felix is there too!

pairing. Idk yet? Depends on if people want more

w.c. 2K

synopsis. You were just a simple med student, you didn't sign up for this part of the medical world just yet.

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You think your neighbors were up to something.

Either that or they were fucking. A lot.

You moved into your place on the halfway decent side of town not even 2 weeks ago. While trying to get your undergrad in the medical profession, expenses were limited for obvious reasons. So when this studio apartment suddenly became available on the market, you jumped at the chance.

The location was slightly questionable but well enough for you that you could walk to and from campus without much of an issue.

The problem now was the constant noise that bumped against your bedroom wall in the middle of the night when you were trying to study. You tried wearing headphones to block it out but after a particularly harrowing moan 3 nights ago, you had yanked the already frayed device out of your ears so fast that they practically disintegrated in your hands.

Bye-bye headphones.

‘Maybe they’re masochists…,’ you thought with both intrigue and concern as you walked back to your apartment, groceries in hand. It was a nearing six o’clock when you had left the grocery store. Only a twenty minute walk back to your place and you’d rather not be caught out in the dark if you could help it.

You contemplated more about your neighbors on your walk home. Mysterious beings that they were. You still had yet to meet them, let alone figure out how many people actually stayed there. You suspected that they work at night though. Only because when you were not in your classes, you were at home studying and was usually quiet on their side. Around nine, nine thirty was when signs of life started to appear.

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You were in the middle of highlighting the answer for the treatment efficacy results of complete blood counts for a final exam review when a pounding on your door broke you out of your concentration. The yellow of the highlighter now smudged and imperfect on your notes.

You frown as you glanced at the clock on your wall. 9:45 PM jumped out at you in bright LEDs.

Another succession of pounding on your door made you focus on the matter at hand.

Shoving your arms into a bathrobe you had, you reached your front door. Already a commotion could be heard on the other side. Muffled voices that only got clearer the closer you got.

“Damn it I.N open the damn door!”

‘I.N?’ You thought, confusedly.

The one thing you hated about these older apartments was that the doors, though really heavy, did not have a peep hole installed. So it was always a mystery whenever anyone stopped by. This always led you to be slightly weary whenever you weren’t expecting a package or anyone over.

Opening your door, you barely had enough time to step back in order to miss the fist that was connecting with the sturdy material. Big boba eyes stared at you in shock and confusion until he was pushed all the way through the frame. Caught off guard, you could only lean down to help him up.

“Outta the way Jisung,” another man huffed while stepping over him. He and a buff man were carrying a bloodied person between them. You were frozen on the spot as they came further and further within your apartment.

“Wait guys—,” The one in your arms said while trying to get their attention.

“Changbin, the couch.”

“Right.”

They completely ignored the two of you by the door.

“Guys, this isn’t—,” The man in your arms kept trying to butt in.

“I.N hurry, Lix’s lost a lot of blood already,” both men finally looked back towards the door. Confusion clouding their faces and yours zeroed in on the trail of blood that led to your couch.

Medical professional mode activated.

You immediately let go of the guy you had and made your way to the one in need of your help. With an oomph, he landed back on the ground once again.

At your couch, you pushed the two guys out of the way and examined the one not moving. Upon first glance, you could tell this one was messed up big time. Bleeding profusely from a wound on his thigh, face beaten to a pulp. From what you could see of his hands, both were battered and bruised which led you to believe that the rest of his arms didn’t fare any better. His face was littered in freckles and various cuts as well. A nasty busted lip and a swollen eye to add to the fray.

‘Just what the hell did this guy get into...’

You quickly moved into action. Removing your robe, you grabbed the scissors that were on the coffee table from earlier that day and started in on cutting open the unconscious one’s pants. Using the excess fabric as a way to staunch his wound to the best of your ability. His blood immediately staining your hands.

“Hey, wait—,” the cat like one tried to stop you. You had no time for his nonsense though as the time was ticking for your impromptu patient. A small part of you hoping the medical board wouldn’t find out about you practicing without a legal license.

Grabbing him by his shirt collar, you pulled him in practically nose to nose. The blood on your hands already smearing on his neck, “The longer you keep me from doing what I gotta do, the faster he bleeds. Do you want him to bleed out even more or not?”

The surprised look on his face as he shook his head was enough for you to let him go. You grabbed the belt of the robe out of its loops and began to wrap it around the bleeding thigh, a few inches above the wound. Looking around, you grabbed your remote and placed it there too. A makeshift tourniquet.

Without turning away you addressed the other one that carried him in, “You, Buff Man…”

“Y-yes?” He stuttered out in shock at being caught off guard.

“I need you to tie this as tight as you can, got it? Put those muscles to use,” you commanded him to take the reins of the belt. He doesn’t say anything, just does as told. Taking your robe, you began to try to wipe away the remaining blood. You could already tell the tourniquet was working as the blood flow began to slow down.

“You, buffoon on the ground,” you yelled to the one still by the door. He jumps in response. “My bathroom, only other door in this place, there’s a brown glass bottle of iodine in the cabinet. Bring me that.”

He looked briefly at the cat like man before nodding his head quickly and scrambled away.

“Cat man,” you called out, continuing to clean the area.

He grunts in acknowledgment and the buff one gives a small snark in return as he finished his task.

“Top kitchen drawer, there’s a mini sewing kit and a bottled water from the fridge.”

The first one you sent off returned with an unsure look on his face. Handing you the bottle, you made sure it was the correct one. Unfortunately, you could feel the one below you starting to stir awake. The next few moments were about to get even uglier.

“Good job, now hold his shoulders.”

“What?”

Cat Man walked in then, both items you’ve asked for in hand. Without a word, you opened the water and cleaned the leg of the remaining blood. A slow trickle of the open hole was only left. What really worried you was the fact that whatever did this, there was no exit point. The wound itself was pretty neat, so that was good sign. No jagged edges and as far as you could tell there were no broken bones. It didn’t seem like his femoral artery was hit either. But there was only one way to know for sure.

Without a seconds delay, you opened the bottle of iodine and poured it on both the thigh wound and rubbed it on your hands. What a time to not have gloves in your apartment.

All three men stared at you in concern but you disregarded them. You had a self-appointed job to do.

Taking a grounding breath, you addressed Buff Man once again.

“Hold his legs…”

No warning, you stuck your fingers into his wound and everything popped off. The men started screaming and the one on your couch woke up. You couldn’t imagine the pain that he was feeling. There were a ton of nerve endings in the thigh and you were hitting a majority of them as you continued to dig deep. His bloodcurdling roar of pain was a sound that would haunt you as you lived your days.

“Hold him down!” You barked out as you used your fingers to feel for any obstructions in his wound.

The three men do as you ordered and hold the freckled man down. They struggled against his adrenaline fueled movements.

“Stop, it hurts!” he bawled.

“I know Lix, it’s almost over,” Cat Man tried to comfort. “ It is almost over isn’t it?” He tried to ask while addressing you.

However, you don’t respond as your nail caught onto something that shouldn’t be in there. This caused the guy to seize in even more pain as whatever it was bumped into his bone. His arms coming up to claw into the men at his head. Buff Man steady in struggling at his legs as they tried to kick him off.

“No please! Stop it!” His breathing became erratic and matched your own as your thumb and forefinger clamped onto the foreign object. Clenching your teeth, you hoped your fingers didn’t slip as you pulled it out.

Seconds felt like hours when you finally managed to free it. You don’t even have time to react to the bullet now in your hand so much as to just check to see if it was all intact. He passed out again through sheer pain and you tossed the bullet to the side. Now was not the time for questions.

Picking up your discarded and bloodied bathrobe you swiped the area clean to the best of your ability once again. Opening your sewing kit, you took more iodine and sanitized it before taking a piece of thread. With a hell of a lot of concentration you managed to insert it into the eye of the needle and made to begin stitching him up.

“I don’t have anything to numb with him but this has to be done…,” you whispered more to yourself than anyone else in the room.

Holding your breath, you don’t think about how you’re stitching up some random guy who has just bled all over your apartment. Whose friends busted into your private space without so much as a sorry. Who, thanks to this entire ordeal, could mean the loss of your—

Oh, you were done stitching.

Tying off the string, you finally looked at the others. They looked just as tired as you felt. It was quiet now that the guy on your couch was out again.

“He’ll need antibiotics and a hell of a lot of rest. He lost a fair bit of blood but he’s stable,” you relayed as you looked around your place. From the front entrance, the trail of blood that led to you and the puddle that was getting sucked into your upholstery.

“But he’ll be ok?” Cat Man asked.

“Yeah, he’ll be ok,” you said, nodding slowly

He mirrored your actions and only says, “Ok, we’ll be in touch.”

Huh?

“We’ll send someone to clean this up but for now we’ll keep him here,” he steamrolled.

“But what a minute—”

“If anything happens to him while we're gone, we aren’t the only ones who would come after you.”

‘Just what the hell did I get into...’

a/n. I might make this a series? I have to see how well people take it, so I left it open ended. I'll put it in One-Shots for now and if people want more I'll move it to Series.

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hippopotamusdreamer · 5 months ago

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Doctor, Doctor

genre. [AU] [M] [PS]

warnings. 18+ due to violent nature, Blood, Bleeding, Wound description, You stick your fingers in there???, stitching up a wound, Bullet

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, Mafia!AU, Lee Know as Cat Man, Jisung as Buffoon, Changbin as Buff Man, Felix is there too!

pairing. Idk yet? Depends on if people want more

w.c. 2K

synopsis. You were just a simple med student, you didn't sign up for this part of the medical world just yet.

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You think your neighbors were up to something.

Either that or they were fucking. A lot.

The location was slightly questionable but well enough for you that you could walk to and from campus without much of an issue.

Bye-bye headphones.

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You frown as you glanced at the clock on your wall. 9:45 PM jumped out at you in bright LEDs.

Another succession of pounding on your door made you focus on the matter at hand.

Shoving your arms into a bathrobe you had, you reached your front door. Already a commotion could be heard on the other side. Muffled voices that only got clearer the closer you got.

“Damn it I.N open the damn door!”

‘I.N?’ You thought, confusedly.

“Wait guys—,” The one in your arms said while trying to get their attention.

“Changbin, the couch.”

“Right.”

They completely ignored the two of you by the door.

“Guys, this isn’t—,” The man in your arms kept trying to butt in.

“I.N hurry, Lix’s lost a lot of blood already,” both men finally looked back towards the door. Confusion clouding their faces and yours zeroed in on the trail of blood that led to your couch.

Medical professional mode activated.

You immediately let go of the guy you had and made your way to the one in need of your help. With an oomph, he landed back on the ground once again.

‘Just what the hell did this guy get into...’

Without turning away you addressed the other one that carried him in, “You, Buff Man…”

“Y-yes?” He stuttered out in shock at being caught off guard.

He looked briefly at the cat like man before nodding his head quickly and scrambled away.

“Cat man,” you called out, continuing to clean the area.

He grunts in acknowledgment and the buff one gives a small snark in return as he finished his task.

“Top kitchen drawer, there’s a mini sewing kit and a bottled water from the fridge.”

“Good job, now hold his shoulders.”

“What?”

Without a seconds delay, you opened the bottle of iodine and poured it on both the thigh wound and rubbed it on your hands. What a time to not have gloves in your apartment.

All three men stared at you in concern but you disregarded them. You had a self-appointed job to do.

Taking a grounding breath, you addressed Buff Man once again.

“Hold his legs…”

“Hold him down!” You barked out as you used your fingers to feel for any obstructions in his wound.

The three men do as you ordered and hold the freckled man down. They struggled against his adrenaline fueled movements.

“Stop, it hurts!” he bawled.

“I know Lix, it’s almost over,” Cat Man tried to comfort. “ It is almost over isn’t it?” He tried to ask while addressing you.

“I don’t have anything to numb with him but this has to be done…,” you whispered more to yourself than anyone else in the room.

Oh, you were done stitching.

Tying off the string, you finally looked at the others. They looked just as tired as you felt. It was quiet now that the guy on your couch was out again.

“But he’ll be ok?” Cat Man asked.

“Yeah, he’ll be ok,” you said, nodding slowly

He mirrored your actions and only says, “Ok, we’ll be in touch.”

Huh?

“We’ll send someone to clean this up but for now we’ll keep him here,” he steamrolled.

“But what a minute—”

“If anything happens to him while we're gone, we aren’t the only ones who would come after you.”

‘Just what the hell did I get into...’

a/n. I might make this a series? I have to see how well people take it, so I left it open ended. I'll put it in One-Shots for now and if people want more I'll move it to Series.

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This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

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