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[viasdreams]

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random texts you get while dating jilix !!

a/n: need them.

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My heart is moved a bit??

HAN — SKZ-TALKER GO! S05E04

[five-star-stay]

This moment of han sulking because hyunjin threw away the imaginary rose hannie gave him, only to then break into the most gorgeous smile when hyunjin notices his pouting and gives him headpats is seared into my brain, where it will play on loop till the heat death of the universe.

[feelbokkie]

L♡VE IN F♡CUS | Chapter 22

WARNINGS: swearing, mention of food and eating, depiction of an anxiety attack

PAIRING: idol!Changbin x fem reader

GENRE: smau, crack, angst, fluff

P♡V: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

SUMMARY: Amateur concert photographer Y/n has recently been promoted to junior music journalist. Her first assignment? An exposé on the popular Kpop boy group, Stray Kids. Spending an entire tour doing in depth interviews with eight men seems simple enough, but one member isn't exactly open to the idea. Will Y/n be able to break down the walls around his heart, or will her big break turn into a big disaster?

TAGLIST: ♡PENED

W♡RD C♡UNT: 2,972

SCREENSH♡T C♡UNT: 21

A/N: I wasn't planning on writing this chapter so soon but on of you sent me a ko-fi and it kinda motivated me to get this chapter done and out.

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You flip through the menu for the fifth time trying to figure out what to eat. Hyunjin and Wonseok happily chat along in their own little world about some art movement—you lost the plot of their conversation ages ago when they started about a specific type of paint and technique that you’re not even going to try to pronounce. Changbin sits across from you, absent-mindedly fiddling with his menu and nodding to the ongoing conversation.

“Are we boring you so much that you’re just going through the menu? Again?” Wonseok asks suddenly.

“I don’t know what to eat,” You grumble quietly.

Wonseok reaches over and turns a few pages in your menu. When he finds the page he's looking for he traces the page with his finger until he lands on one of the menu items. "They have fish and chips right here."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd take us to an actual restaurant. I can't order fish and chips while the three of you order...whatever you're going to order. It's like if I went to a restaurant back home and just ordered tteok-bokki...or if we were in the States and I got chicken tenders and fries." You gently push Wonseok's hand away from you and roll your eyes.

Wonseok pulls back his hand and brings it to his temples, almost as if he's starting to get a headache. "This is probably the only time I'm going to get to treat professional idols to a meal, I'm not just going to give them street food. Just order what you really want to eat because you're not going to be able to order fish and chips for dinner at the place we're going to. I don't want to hear you complain about not eating what you wanted for the rest of my life."

You huff out a 'fine' as you close your menu and set it to the side. Your eyes land on Changbin who is quietly scribbling something on a piece of paper that seems to have materialized. You quietly shake your head and turn your attention to Hyunjin who is looking between you and Wonseok, thinking hard about something.

"You know, Wonnie, Hyunjin is an amazing artist." You pull up your broken arm from resting on your lap. "He's the one who drew all over my cast. He posts some of his stuff on his Instagram. He's probably even carrying around his sketchbook in that tote bag of his..."

"Ah, noona..." Hyunjin's voice trails off as he scratches the back of his neck. You can't see his ears under his hat but you can almost imagine how red they're getting.

Wonseok takes your broken arm and carefully examines the doodles and drawings on your cast. Most of them are flowers and plants. Occasionally, there are little characters like the BbokAri he drew next to Felix's message and the puppy next to Seungmin's. There's hardly any room left for anyone else to write anything. Before you forbade any of the members from hanging out with you without someone else there, Hyunjin would find his way to you when he was bored and draw on your arm.

"Wow, these are amazing, Hyunjin! Do you mind if I look at your sketchbook?"

Your arm is returned to you as Wonseok and Hyunjin get wrapped up in yet another art-filled conversation. Changbin is still focused on his piece of paper, scribbling away. Part of you wishes you could pull out the small tablet you brought with you so you could work on editing photos on the ride to the gallery. But you know that'll only cause Wonseok to scold you for working when you're not supposed to. If you could offer more thought to Wonseok and Hyunjin's conversation that isn't just regurgitated garbage from your first-year introduction to art history course that you took back in university, then you could easily join in their conversation.

Deciding to bite the bullet, you sit up a bit straighter in your seat and rest your chin in your good hand. "What are you so focused on writing there Changbin?"

There's a moment of silence between the two of you. He pauses writing but you're not sure if he heard you or is thinking of what to write.

"Lyrics," He mumbles so softly that you almost miss it amongst the noise that is Wonseok and Hyunjin chattering loudly beside you.

"Did you get an idea just now?" You perk up in your seat a bit. "Can...can I see? I won't write about it. It's all off the record."

Changbin's head stays low, focusing on writing his lyrics. It's only now that you're reminded of his inability to focus on more than one thing at a time. The fact that he answered you earlier is strange and probably the most he can do.

You watch him silently as he works. You take note of all of the little things you see. Like the way his brows twitch as he tries not to furrow then while he scribbles something out. Or how the fingers on his nondominant hand dance on the table while his head subtly bops along to a rhythm only known to him. Whether he's simultaneously creating a beat in his head while he works or he's remembering a song that one of the other members of 3racha made is another unknown factor that you wish you knew the answer to. You notice the way he mouths out the words he's writing to himself and how quickly he presses his lips together and shakes his head when it appears to not flow correctly. You can only imagine that this is what it was like watching Michelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel; hypotonic.

You only break out of your trance when your server comes to the table and takes your order, something that neither you nor Changbin noticed until Wonseok and Hyunjin told you. And that's when Changbin finally looked up and caught you staring at him, forcing you to look away as heat rose to your face. Wonseok took advantage of the situation and ordered your food for you before you could change your mind.

After lunch, the four of you decided to walk around London for a bit. When you were working with Han and Seungmin yesterday, you made sure to avoid the more populated and obvious tourist areas, only capturing notable landmarks in the distant background. With more freedom to explore, you all head to the more touristy areas so Hyunjin and Changbin can blend in more seamlessly.

As you walk along the crowded streets, the earlier pain you felt inside the art galley quickly comes back. You're paying less attention to the conversation between Wonseok and Hyunjin and more to your surroundings. Despite the cool day, you feel suffocatingly hot. Almost like something is sucking all of the air out of your lungs.

"...Y/n!"

You snap out of whatever daze you're in at the sound of Wonseok's worried voice. You glance up to meet three concerned faces watching you carefully.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" Your voice is thick is unsteady as you're unable to meet any of their eyes.

"Are you okay? You're walking slowly. I thought we lost you in the crowd for a moment there."

You swallow hard as you try to settle your rapidly beating heart. "I think I ate too much earlier. My stomach hurts."

"You look kind of pale, noona," Hyunjin chimes in. "Maybe we should head back to the hotel?"

You wave Hyunjin off quickly. "N-no, it's okay. I just need a moment."

"I'll go get you some water." Wonseok's voice softens with a gentle tone as he looks around for a shop.

Hyunjin places one hand on Wonseok's shoulder, stopping him from trying to look through the crowd. He pulls his bucket hat off with his other hand, gaining a clear view of the area. "We've been here a few times. I think I know where there's a shop nearby. I'll help you find it, hyung."

"Okay, thank you. Changbin, are you okay watching Y/n?" Wonseok asks the younger man.

Too focused on the unsettling feeling growing through your body, you don't notice that Changbin's already watching you. He's been silently keeping an eye on you since you started to fall behind on your walk. Had Wonseok waited a second longer to notice you, Changbin would have said something to bring their attention to you.

"I got her," He says simply.

With that, Hyunjin tosses something at Changbin and leads Wonseok forward through the crowd. Changbin quietly pulls you off to the side away from the crowd, under the shade of a tree. You mumble out what you hope is a 'thank you,' and focus on Changbin's shoes. They're white sneakers a blue stripe going through them. Subconsciously, you start to count the small holes near the end of the shoe while you place your hand on your chest. You feel your heart beating rather quickly like it's beating a little too hard and might give out at any moment. You apply as much pressure with your hand and take deep, unsteady breaths as you try to calm your heart.

You feel something cover your head, partly obstructing your vision and muffling the outside noise. You look back up at Changbin who is now adjusting Hyunjin's bucket hat that he put on your head.

"Professional idol secret," His words come slowly as he continues to fix the rim around the hat. "A lot of us don't do well in crowds so we wear bucket hats to block out the noise and the view a bit. Fans think we wear them to hide our hair for comebacks, but most of the time it's to protect our sanity."

You swallow dryly, unable to wet your suddenly parched throat. "I go to concerts and fan signs for a living. I do well in crowds."

Changbin crouches down so you can see him under the protection of the bucket hat, a tender smile warms his whole face. It's the first time you've seen him smile since the gallery. "In the past, yeah, but...you have the same expression on your face that you've been getting when we're at the airport lately. You kind of look like Hannie when he's having an anxiety attack."

"I don't have anxiety attacks," You're not sure if you're telling Changbin or reassuring yourself. You can't remember a single moment in your life where you've had an anxiety attack. So why would you start now?

"Okay," Changbin nods before standing up straight again, your view of him is once again obstructed by the hat. He gently takes your hand off of your chest and places it on his own. "At the very least, match my breathing. You sound like you just ran a marathon and I can't help you if you pass out. I don't know cpr."

The two of you stand there for a moment. Changbin's hand is firmly on yours as he keeps it on his chest. You have no choice but to match his breathing by following the steady rising and falling of his chest. You can feel the subtle, yet rapid thuds of his heart beating in his chest despite how calm he is.

Slowly, but surely, your own breathing falls into its own steady rhythm and the strange feeling in your body dissipates. You're not exactly sure how long the two of you stand like that, but eventually you drop your hand from his chest and Changbin let's you.

"Better?"

You slowly nod your head. Most of your discomfort is gone, but you still feel jittery. Almost as if you injected straight caffeine into your bloodstream. "Yeah, I just need to sit down."

Changbin doesn't ask further questions and instead leads you to the small grassy area near the tree and urges you to sit. He joins you on the grass, falling back into silence. Now that you're relatively back to normal, you can't help but avoid looking at Changbin. You're more thankful for the hat now that it can help you avoid his gaze.

The two of you sit there in silence for a few more minutes before Wonseok and Hyunjin find you. Hyunjin is about to question why you're wearing his hat before Changbin stands up and pulls Hyunjin to the side for a moment to talk to him.

Wonseok takes one of the empty spots beside you and rummages through the plastic bag he brought back with you. He pulls out a water bottle and a small metal tin and hands them to you. "I watched a TikTok ages ago and a doctor on there said that mint is supposed to be good for an upset stomach."

"Thank you," You smile tiredly at Wonseok.

Hyunjin and Changbin make their way back to you. Hyunjin takes the other open spot next to you while Changbin sits on the other side of him. They're quiet for a moment while you continue to drink your water and eat the mints that Wonseok bought. Wonseok passes out the other water bottles from his bag to Hyunjin and Changbin.

Surprisingly, Changbin breaks the silence first, asking if the store that Wonseok and Hyunjin went to was crowded. Then the conversation shifted to what everyone planned to do later. Wonseok tells them about your now tentative dinner plans, which leads to an argument. You change the subject to see what the newlywed couple of the group had planned. The conversation shifts again, this time to souvenirs that all of you want to get. Which of course leads to another teasing argument that ends with Wonseok trying to make you spill water on yourself.

"You two are such a cute couple. How long hav--"

You choke on your water as Hyunjin's words catch you off guard and trickle down the wrong pipe. Wonseok has his own visceral reaction, one that you don't see but you can hear the sound of him gagging at the question. Still, Wonseok slaps your back to help you get the water out.

"We--are not--dating." You choke out as you try to regain your composure.

"Y/n is like my little sister," Wonseok adds as he drops his hand back to his side.

Both Hyunjin and Changbin have confused expressions as they watch the two of you. Hyunjin opens and closes his mouth like a fish as he lets out confused babbles. "Sorry, I just thought...you two are...when..."

"Wonseok hyung is older than you but you two talk casually. Plus you're so close." Changbin says finally. Hyunjin shuts his mouth and nods quickly, agreeing with Changbin's reasoning.

"That's because Wonnie is a pathological liar--ouch!" You rub the spot on your leg where Wonseok hit you and glare at him. Although, you're not sure he saw your face through the hat.

"Stop telling people that I'm a pathological liar." You don't have to see to know that he's rolling his eyes. Wonseok shifts a bit and faces Hyunjin and Changbin. "I enlisted right after I graduated high school to get my military service over with. I ended up liking it so much that I stayed for two more years. When I finally enrolled in university, I was so much older than everyone in my classes that I just never mentioned how old I was. I met Y/n our senior year during our internship so I never said anything. She didn't know that I was older until we got our official IDs with our birth year on them."

"And he's so much older," You crack a smile.

"Stop that, I'm only 3 years older than you."

"Whatever," You wave him off as you turn back to the two younger men. "Besides, we're really like family. His parents treat us like siblings."

"Plus I have a girlfriend."

"And he has a girlfri..." Your voice falters in the middle of your sentence as you think about it for a moment. You turn to Wonseok and blink for a moment as you try to process what's happening. "You got a girlfriend? You actually got a woman to talk to you? Romantically? Who is it? Do I know her?"

His lips form a line so tight that the skin around them turns white while he tries to think. You flip part of the bucket hat up so you can see his have better. He's looking down at a blade of grass, contemplating something before he meets your eyes. "Frankie,"

"My Frankie?"

"Well, technically our Frankie but yeah." He sheepishly scratches the back of his neck.

"Oh," Your heart rapidly sinks to the bottom of your stomach.

You physically bite your tongue to prevent yourself from asking a million questions. Knowing that your best friends are dating behind your back hurts. Especially when there's an unspoken agreement against keeping secrets. So why did…

"I'm going to throw this all away and then we can explore a bit more." You get up quickly and take everyone's now empty water bottle.

If you stay where you are and continue to let your mind wander any further, you're going to either say something rude to Wonseok or burst into tears. You're happy that your friends found happy relationships. But they kept it from you and the idea of that doesn't feel good in your head or your heart.

"Noona--"

Wonseok puts his arm out, preventing Changbin from going after you. You're out of ear range as you walk quickly to the trashcan. Wonseok turns to both younger men and shares a small smile. "I get it but if you try to comfort Y/n when she's upset, it's going to become a bigger issue. Trust me, she hate when people see her upset or cry. Just let her have a moment and then she'll be okay."

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The Apocalypse

Warnings! Gore, zombies, probably some angst if ya squint, size kink, death, apocalypse. Nobody dies, and it's still unserious.

Past K-pop Idol x International Black reader

Synonpsis~ A world where zombies made a sudden outbreak. You were only a fashion assistant. How the fuck were you going to survive. Well, 8 men pulled you into this large building. It had food, water, and people. With the help of Chan and Felix translating and Minho helping with your Korean, you muster up a relationship. One cuts deep with the buff Australian.

Word Count~ 7.2k

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I mean, I had plans for the future. I wanted kids and a husband, preferably buff. One minute, I'm running from zombies, and the next, eight Korean men are shoving me into a building.

The sound of helicopters filled the silence. I hadn't spoken since everyone was speaking in a foreign language. I wasn't from here. I was a fashion assistant on a trip with my boss friend. 

Now I'm in a building I don't recognize with 8 strangers.

It was cold, probably from the winter snow. They were watching the TV, inspecting the newscaster's words, hanging onto every word. I was shaking in the corner, and not from the cold. 

Surprisingly, the building was still up and running. The place was toasty.

I was shaking because I was terrified. 

"You okay? No bites?" I looked to see who it was. I was flummoxed by his accent.

"Yeah, no bites." He smiled, "This was not how I was expecting my day to go." I sighed, sinking more comfortably into the wall. "You think this is forever, or maybe it's The Walking Dead." The buff man shook his head. "Nah, no way. I give it a week." 

Well, that week fucking passed, and we were still trapped in this damn building. The TV wasn't working. Providentially, there were a lot of wireless chargers. We were able to charge our phones. It wasn't hard to notice how people were posting less and less every day.

"Kai cenat still streaming." Felix scooted over to look. "No way." I laughed, watching as Kai talked screamed to the screen. Hyunjin was trying to savor his battery by opting to paint. At this point, I knew the boys well. I knew they were Idols, and they knew who I was as well. 

I had become the closest with Chan only because of how much English he could speak. Here and there, conversations would start between Seungmin, Hyunjin, and Changbin... but never with the others. Chan confessed, "We're gonna run out of Buldak soon. We don't have canned food here." I said, terrified, "You think... we'd have to go out there?" Chan shook his head, "We'll go out there. Not you." I worriedly confessed, "But I don't want you guys to get hurt out there." Hyunjin turned from his canvas to listen to us. Jeongin said, "If you go out there, I'm coming with you." 

I couldn't believe it. These bitches were finna risk their lives for some food. Sure, the convenience store was a two-minute walk, but they shouldn't leave out. 

We weren't the only 9 here either. There were staff members. Some went missing. They left for the same mission and never came back. 

Han was making it his mission to learn about what was happening outside, but the media knew as much as we did. Which was nothing.

We treated it like zombies. If we got bit, we'd die. I'm terrified of what would happen. Hyunjin broke my deep monologue, and Chan led by saying, "Let's just go. Grab some weapons and get there while we still can." Chan asked, "Who's going, who's staying?" I looked at everyone. Han stood, I.N. stood, and nobody else did. "Okay, Y/N, kids, hold down the fort, yeah?" 

This is stupid. What I'm about to do is really dumb, but I have to.

"Wait," I uttered hesitantly. "Yeah?" Chan asked. I took a deep breath, "I'll come with you." Minho stood up and grabbed my arm. He shook his head, "Don't." He selectively chose his words. "I have to. I need to." Minho didn't let up, "You will die." I nodded, "I won't." 

He knew I was not only lying to him but to myself. Shaking my head yes while saying no is a huge giveaway already. If that wasn't enough, I was trembling in his grasp.

Chan commanded, "Alright, grab some weapons." I looked toward the wooden railing. I gripped the top of the railing and pulled it off. Chan added, "You're a strong girl." I laughed at his playful tone and lifted it over my back. "I'm ready to get Zombie guts all over me." 

I hopped over the fence as we went to the convenience store. Chan was carefully looking out as Han jogged behind me. 

Jeongin smashed a zombie's head in. The brain matter got on my shoe. 

Fuck, now's not a good time to admit I pass out when I see too much blood. 

The sky was orange. It had been for a month now. The air was so still that it felt like the earth stopped spinning.

I bit my lip as I continued to look around, "Hey, isn't that the convenience store right there?" Chan looked over to where I pointed. 

"It is. Let's go." Han ran to the store and opened it. He let out a long breath. The store was empty.

Chan said, "C'mon guys. Grab everything and go. Also, do not leave until we're all ready. The added weight is gonna slow us down."

I nodded and walked over to the snack aisle. I slid every snack into the big duffle bag. My phone's flashlight stayed bright as I searched for more food.

I brought my hand to the back and felt someone grab my hand on the other side. 

My heart quickened as I screamed. "AH!" The hand let go, and I peeped through to see Jeongin. "Sorry, Noona." I smiled and waved it off. 

"It's okay." I continued to look around to no avail. I announced, "I'll look in the back to see if I can find anything." They waved me off, and I jogged to the door.

I quickly learned the door was locked when I jumped behind the counter. I slammed my body into the door, leaving the door to burst open. 

I moved my flashlight around and saw the piles of boxes. "Yes!" I bumped into something and felt a yank in my hair.

I screamed as I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. It felt like I got bit by a dog. I whimpered from the pain, and I saw the boys running in. 

The zombie fell to the ground, and Chan's eyes scanned my body. Han said, "SHIT! SHE'S BIT!" Chan ran to me and grabbed me bridal style. "We need to take her back now!" 

They ran back to the company. Chan carried me like it was nothing while the boys stayed on defense. The streets were empty. 

There were maybe one or two zombies strolling around the streets.

When we entered the building, I saw Minho's eyes go wide. Now that I could see how much was on my shoulder, I panicked.

"Oh my god! There's so much blood! Am I gonna be okay?!" Chan looked at me, "You'll be okay! Don't worry. Minju will help you." 

I looked as the staff member ran to us. I felt myself starting to get dizzy as the blood dripped off my shoulder. 

"I feel like I'm about to pass out." Chan sat me down on the couch, "I'll get you some water." I nodded absentmindedly. 

The woozy feeling only developed more. And as the seconds passed, I passed out. 

When I woke up, I was in bed, and a bandage was wrapped around my shoulder. I lifted myself up to see Minho carefully observing me. He was making sure I wasn't still feeling dizzy.

"Are you okay?" I nodded, "I pass out when I see blood. Wait... Am I okay? I feel fine." 

Chan opened the door to see me up. He ran over and hugged me tightly, "Oh my god, you're finally awake!" I hugged him back confusedly, "Well, how long was I out for." 

Chan said, "Two days." Minho called out, "Y/N's AWAKE!" 

I watched as everyone bustled into the room. Felix was quick to give me a hug. Changbin held my hand as the other boys stared. 

"I'm alive. How am I alive?" Seungmin explained, "Well, Minju thinks the zombie bites aren't spread through bites. It could be airborne... meaning, we're all going to die anyway." 

I looked around at everyone, "Wait, what?" 

I looked at them all, "We're gonna die?" Hyunjin's face turned solemn, "At least we're together, right?" 

I nodded sadly.

Once everyone walked out, Chan was still there with me.

"I was so scared when you got bit. You don't understand what I was willing to do for you." I smiled lightly, "Channie..." 

He grabbed my hands in his big palms, "Which is why..."

I listened to him, "I think you should cut your hair... I mean-"

"Chan... I can't do that."

He looked surprised that I said that, "Why? What's wrong?" I shook my head, "Chan, my hair isn't like yours. It won't just grow back in a couple of months. This takes years. It's not all my hair, but I can't do that."

His smile looked pained, "Please? You're already injured because I let you come with me." I shook my head, "No, I'm injured because I wasn't paying attention. Don't blame yourself. The bite will heal."

He sighed, "I- uh... at least think about it?" 

I smiled, "Maybe."

A couple days passed. We were already getting nearer to the end of the December month. 

We learned some things about Zombies. They don't pay attention to humans unless provoked, fight each other, and aren't hungry. 

So, we have nothing to fight. Once we discovered that about them, the team became more relaxed. But they led us to more questions. Where have the rest of the staff and such gone?

"Big confession." I looked at Felix's round eyes as he spoke, "I'm the one who clogged the toilet." Chan slapped his shoulder, "Ew, mate. Fucking shit." I laughed at his accent and mimicked, "Fucking shit mate." Seungmin added, "Speaking of shit, the toilet?!" Lixie pouted apologetically. His freckles were frowning with him. 

Chan called to me, "Y/N-innie. I need you over here." Chan was the group's leader, and apparently, he had the best means of survival skills.

I looked at him and smoothly walked over. He pushed a braid behind my ear. "Have you thought about what I said?" "No, I didn't. My hair is sacred to me." He half smiled, and that dimple popped out. "You have beautiful hair, but I'm just trying to keep you safe. It's so easy to grab... what if..." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I closed the gap and took his thick, pale hands into mine. 

"I'll be okay." Though the Zombies didn't attack often, when they did, it would cause a herd. 

Chan looked at me like I was crazy. "You make my anxiety go up. So stubborn." He whispered that last bit. He looked into my eyes. They made me feel so safe and seen. He looked like he was telling me something in his head over and over. 

"Back to this. So I found a second generator in the basement of the building so we can get working showers again." I cheered, "I was getting tired of the B.O." He smiled, "I wanted you to come with me." I raised an eyebrow, "Why?" He shrugged, "We have the best chemistry together." 

I laughed, "What the hell? Or are we the ones that have begged the most for the shower?" He rolled his eyes, "That too." I giggled, and he just stared at me. 

His eyes went soft as I laughed. "I'm glad I can still make you laugh in a time like this." I tilted my head, "You always make me laugh." 

He motioned, "Let's go tell the boys what we're doing, and we're out." 

I gripped the flashlight as we traveled deeper into the lower levels. Chan had attempted to make conversation but could tell I wasn't feeling it.

That was until he asked me, "How does it feel? To have lived before this and for it all to be for nothing?" I stopped and looked at him, "Where is this coming from?" 

His face had an unreadable expression. He sighed and looked at the ground. "I feel like I failed at protecting my fans." I patted his back, "Ah, that's not your fault." Chan shrugged, "My fans are out there lost and walking alone. It's been close to a month of us dealing with 'zombies.' How are we supposed to get back into making music." I looked at him.

Wow, he must've been really contemplating this for a while.

"I think it feels horrible. I had my dream job that I worked years to get, only for my boss to be (I assume) dead. I think my family is gone, my clothes are probably being worn by another surviving family, and the world is all in one big shit hole. So I get the feeling." 

He smiled, "I'm glad you relate to me a little bit." I added, "I will never understand the feeling of having fans, but I think it's similar to having people back home rooting for you. And in a sense, I feel like I sorta let them down." 

Chan wiped his eyes. "You crying?" He shook his head, "No, the dust is just gnarly down here." I kissed his cheek. He froze like a statue. His ears were the brightest red I've ever seen. 

"C'mon." 

When we came back, the water was on. Chan had been silent the rest of the night. 

I guess I really messed with him when I kissed him on the cheek. 

I again was sitting in the main lounge area. Seungmin was the first to turn in. 

I had gone to bed also. 

Ever since that day with the bite, I've been getting nightmares.

I woke up in a cold sweat and looked around. My heart was beating so fast, I felt so scared. 

I felt like zombies were gonna come and get me.

I walked out of my room and into the dining area. There, Chan was on his laptop. He looked up in surprise. "Hey?" He smiled, "What are you doing up?" 

I shrugged, "Couldn't sleep." He smiled, and I asked, "Well, what about you? Why are you up?" "Well, this inspired something in me. I've been saving battery on my laptop to make one last song."

He grabbed my hand, "You hungry?" I shook my head, "I feel like I could throw up." He furrowed his eyebrows. Chan placed the rear of his hand on my forehead to check my temperature. 

"Ah, you sick? From the bite?!" I laughed, "Nah, just sweaty... I guess." 

He said obviously, "You're not sweating." I rolled my eyes, "Okay, I feel hot." 

He sighed, "Nightmares?" I blinked, shocked. He just read me like an open book. 

He said, "The last couple of days, you've been sluggish, Y/N. You haven't been sleeping well, and you won't eat. Minju said you were fine... but I think that night fucked you up more than you're letting on."

My lips went to a thin line, and he glanced at my dimple. I didn't miss the look of affection on his face. 

"What's really going on Y/N?" I shook my head, "I saw someone get shot as a kid, and I had night terrors. When I see blood, I panic and pass out... I've been having worse night terrors now."

His eyes scanned mine as his hold on my hand got tighter, "Don't make this weird, but do you wanna sleep in my room with me?" I only blinked.

I got that from Minho.

He smiled, "Don't leave my question hanging."

I smiled, "If you're okay with my sweating up your bed." His smirk sent heat down my stomach. "Oh, you don't know what I'd let you do in my bed."

I smacked his shoulder, "Chan!" He started laughing, and I got up. "C'mon." He smiled and walked me to his room. He looked me over, "You sleep in those clothes? Those are jeans." I laughed, "I don't have pajamas..." 

He went to the pile of folded clothes in the corner and passed me a T-shirt and sweatpants. I laughed, "The shirt is enough, Chan." 

His eye showed a glint of something unreadable.

I said, "Turn around." He did me one better and walked out of the room. He whispered, "Knock when you're ready for me to come in."

I changed and ran to the door to knock on it. Chan opened it and looked me over. His ears were turning bright red. "Okay, get in the bed. I'll sleep on the floor." 

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Fuck no! What if there's a zombie under the bed, and it eats you?!" He waddled over me and hugged my waist. 

He pushed me to the bed and said, "I'll survive." I bit my lip. I liked the way he manhandled me. 

"Channie, I'm serious. Sleep with me. I need you to hold me." His eyes widened, "You...need... me?" I nodded, "C'mere." He nodded absentmindedly. He let me drag him to the bed. 

He plopped down, and I laid my head on his chest. 

"Night Y/N-innie."

"goodnight Channie."

When I woke up, he was gone. I searched for him, only to find Minho and Hyunjin. 

"Uh, where's Chan?" Minho looked me up and down. Hyunjin was staring. 

"What are you two looking at?" Hyunjin teased, "What'd you two do last night? You have his clothes on." I looked down and pulled on the corner of his long T-shirt. "I was tired of wearing jeans to sleep." 

Changbin walked in loud as ever, "Did somebody say new jeans?!" His voice boomed in the hallways as he came back with food.

Jeongin placed down a huge box, "We went on a food run. Also, got your pads, Y/N." He tossed the pads, and I squealed, "Yay!"

Jeongin continued, "We have something to show you." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"What? What's the problem?" I entered the front lobby and watched the older guy in a torn-up suit stand beside Chan. "We found him on the street running from a herd of zombies."

I quirked an eyebrow, "So, who is he?" 

I looked over the man again. I have never seen him a day in my life. He said in Korean, "I'm a scientist. I got kicked out of the government facility because I did illegal testing on the zombies. I was trying to help."

I blinked, "So, what? You know the cure?" He laughed, "No, not at all. This big guy over here kidnapped me." He aggressively patted Chan. My eyes followed Chan, "What are you planning on doing to him?" 

Chan let him go, "I want him to save the world... using you." 

The scientist guy settled in rather quickly. Too quick for my liking. He was only here for thirty minutes, and that nerd was already munching on our snacks. 

I asked, "Do you know how this happened?" 

The scientist said, "Yes. There was a meteor we'd been tracking because it threatened to hit the Earth. It hit the Earth and spread a gas that affected the human brain. This resulted in non-threatening zombies. Ones we can cure with the right stuff."

I asked, "Well, what's a possible cure?" He sighed, "Perhaps someone with an immunity. I do have to say, you do realize that only some Asian countries are having this problem, right? The states, Canada...et cetera, are all okay." Chan blurted, "Australia?"

The man said, "The zombies couldn't survive there. They died the same day." Chan looked relieved. 

I asked, "I got bitten... does that mean anything?" He said, "Yes, well.... maybe. The chemical isn't in the air anymore. I know new soldiers went to the rock and returned fine. So, we've either started building an immunity, or the chemical has become dormant. I can certainly run a test and see what's happening in you." 

Chan's hand went to my shoulder, "She's gonna be okay? We're all gonna be okay?" He nodded, "We just need a cure." Everyone looked so relieved.

I walked to my room. I needed time to myself. It was so much. We were gonna be okay, but to what extent. I would never see Chan again, or Lixie, or any of the boys. 

I sighed as I curled up in my bed. The knock on my door echoed through the room, "Come in." I knew who he was by his footsteps. 

Chan sat on the corner of the bed and asked, "When'd you get so good at Korean?" I said, "Minho had been teaching me." 

He let out a light laugh and got up. He went to the side of the bed I was facing and squatted close to my face. 

He whispered, "You doing okay?" I nodded. My fist wrapped up in the covers. Chan said, "You sure? It looks like something else is on your mind." 

I sat up, "I'm trying to understand myself." His eyes followed my movement. I looked at him, and that spark in my eyes answered the inner questions.

I like him.... more than a friend should.

Chan smiled, "We're gonna be okay. Focus on the good for now."

Before he walked out, he added, "Question, you sleeping in my room tonight?" 

My eyes widened, "You're okay with me doing that?" He smiled, "I'll happily let you sleep next to me for as long as you'd like." I smiled, "Yeah, I'll turn in soon."

It wasn't soon. I was too nervous to enter Chan's room. Now that I know how I feel about him, I felt like I was taking advantage of him. 

I bit my lip as I crept into his room. He was sound asleep. I lifted the covers, and he stirred awake. "Sorry." He smiled, "Finally, you're here." He scooped me up and little spooned me. 

His hands were careful where to touch. I closed my eyes in agony. I was horny now. The way he was touching me felt so good. His hands rubbed small circles on my womb.

I scooted my hips into his crotch, and I felt him harden quickly. His hands jerked to my hips and kept them still.

I turned around and stared at him. I could see the hunger in his eyes now. I leaned in and kissed him. His lip bit my bottom lip, and the next thing you know, his tongue was in my mouth.

He explored my mouth with his wet tongue. He pulled away to get some air.

He pulled me close and started ripping his own shirt off my body. 

He sucked my chest, making me give him a moan. He flipped us over as he towered over me.

He took off his shirt, revealing the carefully sculpted abs. I whimpered when I saw it. He dove down to give me another passionate kiss.

I was happily okay with the passion. When Chan pulled away again, he hesitated. He looked down at his hands and then at me. 

"What's wrong?" He got off me, "I- maybe we shouldn't do this." I furrowed my eyebrows to reach for him, "What? Why?" I reached out to him, but he flinched away.

My eyes lingered on his arm. "You don't like me?" He laughed, defeated, "Of course I do. I just... I can't." I was so confused. I liked him a lot, and now he was rejecting me.

I got up, "Fine," and I left. The tears streamed from my eyes as I ran to my room. I met with Hyunjin and Felix in the lobby. 

"Yah! What's wrong?" I shook my head, and Felix ran over and hugged me. "Why are you crying? What happened to your shirt? Did something happen?!" 

"Chan he- he..." Hyunjin's eyes widened, "He what?!" 

Felix looked in disbelief. I started to realize how this looked, and I calmed down. "No! I was sleeping in Chan's bed, and we started making out, but then he told me he couldn't go any further. I don't know if I did something wrong or if he hates me..." 

Hyunjin took a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "So it was consensual." I nodded, "YES!" 

Hyunjin hugged me tightly. Felix sat, "Why were you in his room in the first place?" I pouted, "I was having night terrors." 

Felix sighed. I continued, "But Chan invited me to sleep with him. I really like him, so why would he do this?"

Hyunjin joked, "Probably because he hasn't gotten any in a while and is rusty," I laughed. Hyunjin continued, "You wanna sleep with one of us tonight? So you don't have night terrors." 

I nodded, "Who do you pick then?" I smiled, "Hyunjin tonight and Felix tomorrow!" Hyunjin grabbed my hand gently and swung it between us. I giggled, "See you tomorrow, Lixie!" Hyunjin and I skipped to his room. He took another look at me, "You wanna wear my shirt to sleep? It's not ripped up, and it'll be longer than the one you're wearing." I looked down at my ripped shirt, showing my bra.

I covered it quickly, "Sorry, you were in such a panic earlier I didn't want to tell you." I ran to his mini closet and looked for something to wear. "Ou, a Jersey. Oh my god, is this Versace?!" I pulled out the shirt, and he laughed. "You stop it. Now, put on any shirt you want and go to sleep." 

I threw on a random graphic-T and got in his bed. Hyunjin had made his way to the floor, and I scooted to the edge of the bed. "Do you have to sleep on the floor?" 

He smiled, "This is a... uhm... what's the word when friends sleep at each other's house?" I smiled, "A sleepover?" He smiled, "Yes! This is a sleepover."

I laughed and cuddled more into the bed. "Do you think I have a chance with Chan?" His hand reached for the ceiling and stayed there. He stared at his fingers as he thought.

"Chan has stuff going on, y'know? He always does. Maybe you would if he allows himself to love people again." 

I said mindlessly, "What, he dated a gold digger once?" He lifted up and stared at me in shock. "Yeah! How'd you know?" I laughed, "Just a guess."

Hyunjin said, "He loved that girl. We thought of her as a family. We found out she was transferring money to her accounts and planning on leaving. On top of that, she had a boyfriend too." 

I shook my head in disbelief, "Wow, she's horrible." He nodded, "Yeah, she was." 

I raised an eyebrow, "Was? Nah, she still is." Hyunjin shook his head, "Nope, is. Her boyfriend killed her." My mouth dropped open. "You're fucking lying." 

He nodded. "Chan still loved the girl, so... it probably hurts him."

I had nothing to say. I was in shock. "Okay, wow." It got depressingly silent as I thought about Chan's past. 

I bet you'd never be able to tell on TV. I bet he was laughing and pretending to be okay, only to go home lonely. Maybe that's why he likes me.

I asked, "What was she like?" Hyunjin said, "She was kind and took the time to get to know us. Even after they broke up, she would still reach out to us occasionally. But, again... she was hiding shit." 

I nodded, "I feel bad for talking about her. We should turn in." He turned to his side, his back faced me. "Goodnight Y/N." I smiled, "Goodnight Hyunjinnie." 

I was woken up by a scream. Hyunjin and I stirred awake. We looked at each other as another scream echoed through the hall. Hyunjin grabbed his bat and my hand. 

We ran to the main lobby. That's where the screaming was coming from.  "I HAVE A BREAKTHROUGH!" Everyone was gathered in the lobby, confused. Changbin grunted, "Why are you screaming, old man?" 

I looked at Changbin and mouthed, 'Watch your mouth.' Changbin looked down with a grunt. He gets grumpy in the morning.

When I looked around, my eyes locked with Chan's. He had pain in his eyes. He was staring at Hyunjin and me. Our hands were still together, and I wore Hyunjin's shirt instead of Chan's.

I get how it looked, and I let him believe it. If he really believed in me, he would at least ask.

"Y/N, can I trouble you for some blood?" I quirked an eyebrow as I stared at all the bandaids on his arm.

"How many times you plan on stabbing me?" He rolled his eyes, "You're obviously not scared of needles. You have a tattoo." I looked down at my thigh. I did have a big tattoo there.

"Yeah, go ahead." I let go of Hyunjin and walked over to the scientist. I said, "What's your name? You never told us." He smiled, "Call me Dr. Acanthopis." 

Felix's eyes lit up, "Like the Australian spider." Acanthopis quirked his bushy eyebrows, "Yeah, that's right." Felix looked proud of himself. 

I went to the makeshift lab with Dr. Acanthopis. He just put his supplies in the small nurse's room. I assume this is where people used to get IV drips. 

I sighed as I looked at the broken clock. "How long will this take?" He said, "I don't know. Just sit and relax." I wiggled in the seat and sighed. 

I closed my eyes as I smelt the alcohol in the air. The smell I always smell before getting a shot. 

Acanthopis poked the needle, "I need a lot of blood." I nodded as I kept my eyes shut. I said, "I should probably mention I pass out when I see blood." We sat there for about two more minutes before he pulled out the needle. 

I heard a glass break, and I opened my eyes to see the blood spilling on the ground. "Oh no." I blacked out right on that hospital bed.

I started to wake up a little and heard voices. "Is Y/N okay?" 

That was Chan's voice. 

Dr. Acanthopis said, "Yeah, she'll be fine. I just dropped some blood on the floor, and she passed out."

Chan let out a desperate breath. I felt him get closer and move my braid behind my ear. I tried to stay steady and still.

Chan said, "Please, keep an eye on her. She likes to drink the strawberry ice cream after she gets up." 

Did he remember that? 

Acanthopis clicked his tongue, "Noted."

Once Chan left, I opened my eyes. Acanthopis turned around as he moved the vials of blood somewhere else. Acanthopis mentioned he went to the fridge, "You gonna tell me what that was?" 

I scooted up on the bed, "Nothing, Chan and I are going through something awkward." 

He turned around and crossed his arms, "You speak Korean like a baby." I rolled my eyes, "You speak English like one, too. Piece of shit." He laughed, "Just an observation, no need to get sensitive."

I bit my lip and played with my fingers on my lap, "Hey? Are you actually upset?" I shot him a look, "No. Well, yeah, but not about that." He walked over to me and checked my wrist pulse, "Then what are you upset about?" 

I sighed, "Chan, he's just... pulling back." Acanthopis said, "I say, I give you two liquid courage. What do you say, hm? We throw a party?" 

I only laughed, but Acanthopis was being dead ass serious. He pulled a bottle of Soju from the fridge. "It's unsanitary that you keep blood and Soju in the same fridge." He shrugged. 

"Get up, and let's go." He carefully watched me. He walked over to help my dizzy body get up. "I told you I took a lot of blood. I'll get you some strawberry Ice cream." He winked at me as he helped me to the lobby area. 

Next thing you know, I was eating Ice cream in a circle of drunk men. 

"Uno out!" Chan put his card down, and I sighed. I was too drunk. Chan was the only sober one there. 

Felix screamed, "NO! ANOTHER ROUND!" Hyunjin checked his ear for blood, and I laughed. "Lix, relax! There's still four players in the game!" 

Felix's face was dark red. He looked around and everyone and laughed, "Oh, okay." I groaned.

I looked through my fifteen cards. Lee Know made me pluck ten, and now I'm in deep shit.

Seungmin put down five '0' cards. "What the fuck?" I lifted all his cards to see he snuck in a 1. I threw the card directly at him as he laughed menacingly. 

I took another shot before putting down my three reverse cards. We sat there for maybe ten minutes, figuring out which direction to go. 

I sighed, "Binnie, you're next." He squinted at his cards as he silently decided. Changbin sat there for a good five minutes just thinking. Seungmin said, "PUT A DAMN CARD DOWN ALREADY!"

Hyunjin clapped as he laughed and waited for Changbin. Felix was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. 

I think he passed out because Hyunjin started looking at his cards. I shook my head, "Changbin-ah, it's just a game." 

He leaned in and showed me his cards. I giggled next to him and told him which ones to throw down. I couldn't help but see Chan staring at the corner of his eye.

Chan's jaw clenched. He looked like he was seething. 

"Hey, I'm gonna check out. You're all too drunk for this game." He laughed politely and got up. My eyes followed him as he left the room. 

Hyunjin nudged me. I looked at him, and everyone stared at me. "I'm in charge of cheering him up now, huh?" Jeongin nodded, "I don't know what happened with you two, but he's been quieter."

I bit my lip and stood up. The trip to Chan's room was quick. I knocked on the door, and there was no answer.

I sighed and opened the door anyway. Chan was sitting on his bed with his headphones on. I walked next to him, and he jumped.

"Y/N!" I sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "What happened with Uno? No, what happened that night?! What happened to us? We are a team, but now, it feels like you hate me." 

He only listened. "Y/N, I just... it's different..." I crossed my arms and leaned into him, "Different, how? I know about her." He quirked an eyebrow, "Know about who." 

"Cece. Your ex-girlfriend." His eyes darkened, "What do you know? Why are you being nosy about my past?" I raised my hands in defense, "I'm not using her against you! And I'm not digging into your past. I'm saying I understand a little more about you."

Chan spat, "You don't understand shit." My heart skipped a beat. 

He's mad at me.

My eyes began to water as he said, "Get the hell out." I cried, "No! I'm not leaving you alone!" He stood up as his voice roared, "LEAVE!" He grabbed both my wrists in one hand and began to drag me out of his room. 

I rambled, "I'm scared that when this is all over, you're leaving me for good, and I'll never see you again." 

He paused, "What...?" I cried, "I want to keep seeing you. I don't want you to shut me out! I need you! So, please don't leave me!" 

He saw the tears in my eyes and let go. He pulled me into a sharp hug and whispered sorries in my ear.

He pulled away and wiped the tears away. "I don't need you crying over me." 

I bit my lip as the tears kept streaming. Chan grabbed a braid and tucked it behind my ear, "You're such a pretty crier too." I hugged back into his chest.

Chan confessed, "I'm sorry for yelling. Cece is a touchy subject for me. I can't resent her because she's gone now. The only person I can be mad at is myself." 

I lifted my head and looked at him, "I'm sorry for bringing it up." He shook his head, "Nah, I'm sorry for getting so angry. Listen, I found out later that her grandma couldn't afford insurance, so she dated me to help out her grandma. Sure, I felt used, but if I were in a situation like that... I'd do even worse to help my grandma." 

I consoled him as I patted his back. "You don't have to put yourself in Cece's shoes. She took your hard-earned money. It's still valid to be mad at her even if she was a good person."

He just looked at me and smiled. But it was a smile I hadn't seen from him before. Something raw was behind those eyes.

I asked, "So, last night..." He looked at me, "Yeah, you and Hyunjin had fun?" I explained, "We didn't do anything. He slept on the floor. Hyunjin saw me crying and-"

"Crying? Why were you crying, Y/N?" 

My eyes widened, and I quickly looked away. I played with my fingers, "I was so mortified. You rejected me last night." He quirked an eyebrow, "That's not what happened." 

"What do you mean? I was there." Chan smiled that cute, dimpled smile as he plopped on the back of the bed. I looked behind me to view his face, "What's funny?" 

"Do you know how pretty you are? Like, utterly gorgeous." My face heated up, "What are you talking about?" Chan said, "Last night, I was scared I was being too aggressive. It's been a while since a second party was with me in the bedroom. I forgot how to act."

I climbed on his lap, and his ears turned a dark red. "What if I like it like that? You don't have to have control. Use me like a little toy." 

His eyes widened as I felt his dick harden underneath me. "Shit, Y/N." I smiled, "What?" 

He grabbed both my hands and slammed me down into a kiss. It was messy and passionate. The sounds were wet as our tongues played in each other's mouths.

His hands traveled to my waist. I moaned in his mouth as he pulled off my shorts. 

I pulled away to get the pants down. Chan stared at me and flipped us over. My palm landed on his big chest. 

He started kissing my neck, and I wrapped my legs around his waist so I could feel him. His dick was so hard in his jeans. Fuck.

He always looked so good in ripped jeans that ripped at the thigh.

He swiped his thumb over my bud, making me gasp. His mouth sucked on my neck as he played with my pussy through my panties. 

I bit my lip to stop myself from getting too loud. Chan's other hand lifted to my face as he forced his thumb inside my mouth. He opened my jaw, and the sound of my moans escaped my throat.

"Ah~ I want you to touch me." He teased, "I am babygirl." 

My eyes rolled to the back of my hand as I felt his finger slip into my hole like nothing. 

"Shit, Y/N. Why are you so tight?" He took off my shirt sensually. His tongue trailed down my stomach as I sucked in a breath. He looked up at me with that devilish smirk. 

"Wait, d-do you ha-ave.... protect-" He shut me up with another finger. I moaned out as his mouth finally made its way to my thighs. 

He kissed that part of my inner thigh that made me wet. "Protection? No." He asked as he steadily fingered me, "Why? Do you want protection?" 

I shook my head, "If I get pregnant, we have nine months to save the world." He laughed. "You are fucked out."

He added a third finger, and his tongue made contact with my clit.

I gripped his hair as my legs wrapped around his shoulder. 

"Mm~" He moaned while eating me out. It triggered vibrations on my clit. I let out an airy sound. An incomplete word. "Fu~" 

He sucked harder as his rhythm quickened. My eyes closed as I relaxed. My eyes rolled behind my lids.

"That feels good?" I nodded as I scrunched my nose in pleasure. "Yeah. Cum for me, baby, hm? Cum all over my fingers." 

I sighed as my pussy fluttered over his fingers. I felt my knot untie as I came uncontrollably. "Oh~ K-keep going~" He didn't stop moving his fingers in me. My grip on the sheets got stronger as he fucked my hole well with his fingers. 

He pulled out as he stared at my gaping hole. "Yeah, you feel good?" I nodded. He pulled down his pants as he climbed on me. "Catch your breath, I'm not done." 

He watched me breathe. He stared at the hickeys he left on my neck. I cupped his face and gave him pleading eyes. 

I looked down to see his hardened monster cock. It was pale, long, thick, curved up, and the tip was a bright pink. The veins bulged from his hairless balls. I could visually see it pulsating.

I closed my eyes and whispered, "And he's big." 

His cute smile contrasted with his rock-hard body. He smiled, "What you say?" 

He peppered my face in kisses and said, "You thinking out loud, baby?" I nodded, "The group chat won't believe this shit." 

His infectious laugh made me giggle. He asked, "You ready?" I nodded as he pushed himself into me.

His hands slid to my palms as he enveloped his hands into my open palms. My body rocked with his as he pulled out again and thrust. 

"Yes," I whispered under my breath. Chan kissed my lips as he thrust into me again at a slow pace. The eye contact was intense as he watched my face.

I again wrapped my legs around him so he went deeper. As I felt him hit my G-spot, my pussy twitched around him.

"Fuck! That feels so good, baby!" Chan was loud in the bedroom. I moaned when he picked up his speed. 

He dug his head into my neck as he fucked me fast and deep. "SHit! Shit! Shit! I'm cumming Y/N. Where do you want me?" His voice sounded so desperate in my neck. 

"In me." 

He fucked me harder, earning him a louder moan as I came with him. 

I felt the pool of cum overflowing out. It dripped down my pussy as Chan pulled out.

I bit my lip, feeling the sudden cold rush of his absence. 

He cuddled me close, "Don't be embarrassed tomorrow." I turned around to him, "What? why-?" He kissed me into silence. 

He pulled me into his chest, and I sat there confused. 

"Mm." 

Han shouted, "Chan rock your world or what?" Everyone turned to Han, annoyed.  Changbin was embarrassed, "We agreed we wouldn't mention it!" 

Han shrugged as he drank his caprison. 

Hyunjin said, "We heard your cute little moans last night." I said nervously, "Don't call them cute."

Chan's arms wrapped around me, "Yeah, I should probably mention. Y/N's mine."

And he's possessive!!!!

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Hyunjin: Okay, but how do you know that Jisung likes you back? Minho, flipping his hair back: Oh please bitch Minho: I'm Lee Minho

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catch me if you can PT. 1,, ✮⋆˙

☆ street racer!han jisung x cop!fem!reader

☆ genre: street racing AU, angst, fluff, action, strangers to lovers, illegal activity

☆ warnings: lots of breaking of the law (like, felony-level breaking of the law), cursing, fire, injury/pain, near death experience, suggestive content

☆ wc: 6.5k

☆ a/n: i'm so happy i finally got to sit down and write this first part out! honestly i'm pretty pleased with it, and i hope this motivation can stay for the remaining parts! for now, enjoy!

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Unstoppable, that’s what you are. There’s just something about the way your engine rumbles when you shove in the clutch and shift to a higher gear, how you can feel your tires grip the road beneath you, it’s thrilling. Yellow lines blur into one as you grip the wheel tighter, focusing your attention solely on the path ahead. Just a little farther.

Your blinker flashes as you signal your turn into the Wal-mart parking lot.

Really, you can’t imagine anything more unintresting than grocery shopping. There’s no excitement in searching through various assortments of oranges and grapes, no blaring horns and revving engines to go along with determining the best jug of milk to buy.

When you had joined the city police force, it’s safe to say that this is not how you were expecting to spend your wednesday afternoons.

How embarrassing. Yes, you know that shopping is a normal— and necessary— part of life, but that’s just the thing. It’s normal. Mundane, tedious, dull… Must you go on? A normal thing for normal people to be doing on normal days. Definitely not the action-filled life you had always dreamed of for all those years.

The bitter taste of disappointment fills your mouth as you sulk through the isles. It’s busy today. Groups of people bustle past, none of them paying you any mind. Good. You keep your head tucked towards the ground, not wanting to accidentally make eye contact with someone who might know you. In the back of your mind, you reason that it’s probably ridiculous to be feeling this way. Even still, you don’t lift your face.

The crime rate has been so low recently, with new police recruits popping up left and right, that you aren't even on duty today. While to most that might seem like good news, to you it’s probably the worst news all week. You wish that someone would just start a car chase or something, that way you might get a chance to break the speed limit. Instead,— since you like to manage your expectations somewhat realistically — you’re here, squinting at your shopping list and trying to keep your squeaking cart under control. The gods of choosing a functional shopping cart had not blessed you today.

After an unnecessarily long chat about missing puppies with the sweet old lady who probably broke the world record for the slowest grocery checkout time, you start the trek back out to your car. It shouldn’t be hard to find, given it’s painted a subtle bright crimson. You search the parking lot for the familiar vehicle. Where did you park again? You probably should have paid more attention.

Then, you hear it. At first, you think maybe it’s just the wind whistling around the building behind you. Are you hearing things? No, because there it is again. An unmistakable scream.

Groceries abandoned, you can feel your pulse leap into your temples as you sprint towards the direction of the sound. Whipping your head around, you struggle to get a grip on your surroundings, the midday sun reflecting off the pavement momentarily blinding you.

Another frantic shout brings you to your senses and you are finally able to pinpoint the source of the commotion. Not far off, a cloud of deep black smoke billows from a car on the street. The car had been capsized, shattered glass scattered in a ten-foot radius surrounding it. On first approach, you can’t even tell the front end from the back end. What’s completely unmistakable though, is the gut-dropping smell of an engine fire.

“Mom!” A childs cry rings out above the other panicked voices. A teenage boy holds the little girl in his arms as she rakes at his shoulder in a feeble attempt to break free and run towards the car.

Bystanders are shouting, trying to tear a man away from the door of the car by his arm, shirt, anything they could get a hold of. You can’t tell if the man’s hands are bleeding from the broken glass or from pulling on the door so hard. Who knows, maybe it’s both.

You don’t know if you’ve ever sprung into action so fast. One second you’re assessing the situation, the next you’re shoving people out of the way to access the door.

The window frame had been crushed so much you can barely even see inside the vehicle, let alone utilize it as a viable method of escape. Judging by the lack of law enforcement around the scene, you can tell the car hasn’t been on fire for long. Good. Even though the foul rank of the engine smoke invades your senses, it’s safe to say the vehicle won’t explode. Yet.

Maybe the other door isn’t stuck. You quickly move to the opposite side and tug at the handle, but immediately jerk your hand back when the metal burns your skin. Angrily, you tug a hand across your face. Think. You need to think. Come on, think.

There. A window that hadn’t been shattered, the back windshield. To access it, you’d have to crawl under the trunk and break it open. If you do that, there’s a good chance you won’t be able to turn back around easily once inside, if at all. You can’t tell to what degree the person inside is injured, but you take the lack of any sort of cry for help as a bad sign.

The desperate wails of the little girl make up your mind for you. There’s no time to lose. You need to get this done, and get it done fast.

Shrugging off your purse, jacket, and anything that could possibly get snagged in the car, you squeeze under the trunk. It’s uncomfortably warm, reminding you of the very real possiblility of explosion once the fire reaches the fuel tank. All your faith is funneled into your pocket knife as you jam the back of it into the windshield. Nothing.

Again, you wind back the knife. A yell escapes you as you once again ram it into the window with all your might. Still, it doesn’t yield.

Shit. shit. You have to get in there. You can see the outline of what looks to be a human form inside the car, but no movement. One more time. You can do this.

The man that had been tugging at the door is kneeling behind you, unable to fit underneath the car. He reaches under, stretching his red-stained fingers towards you. At first, you don’t understand what he’s trying to do. Then, it clicks. Wrapping his hand around your own, The knife is encompassed beneath both of your hands. The man’s voice is hoarse as he counts to three. Together, you drive the tool into the windshield.

Finally, the window shatters with a crash. Dark smoke pours out, stinging your eyes and forcing a cough from your lungs. Wasting no time, you squeeze the man’s hand before taking a deep breath and ducking inside.

Shattered glass slices open your palm and you hiss at the white flash of pain. There’s no time to check the damage right now, you’ll deal with injuries later. You tearily squint through the smoke, finally laying your eyes upon a still figure in the passenger’s seat. Still buckled in, she hangs awkwardly from the seat, supported by the seatbelt.

A drop of sweat falls into your eyes. The heat alone is suffocating, but paired with the smoke the conditions are nearly unbearable. The steadily ticking clock of oxygen deprivation hangs heavy over your head, you won’t be of much help if you’re passed out. You grunt as you stretch your arm up to reach for the buckle.

With a click, the woman falls from the seat. No movement. You can’t even tell if she’s breathing.

How the fuck are you going to get her out of here? The car interior around you suddenly feels too small, your vision beginning to spin. No, get a handle of yourself. These people are depending on you. That little girl is depending on you. The image of the little girl’s face, twisted with fear and desperation, fuels you to set your jaw and grab a hold of the woman’s arm.

If you can just pull her past you, you might be able to push her the rest of the way, getting her out as quickly as possible for medical attention, as EMS should be here soon. As if on cue, you hear blaring sirens steadily approching over the crackling of the fire.

Straining, you are able to tug at the woman until she’s past you. Blood roars in your ears as you use the rest of your energy to try and push her the rest of the way. It’s not graceful by any means, but you manage to shove her far enough towards the shattered window for her to be pulled out by a team of gloved hands.

You collapse onto the floor below. Dark fog breaches the corners of your vision. Is that the smoke? Maybe. You can’t even tell at this point. A cough wracks its way through your body as the pulse of adrenaline leaves you.

Well, at least you were able to help. You can feel your eyelids slowly blinking closed, despite your efforts to fight it.

What’s left of your vision is suddenly blocked by… a face? Holy shit. Did you die? In front of you hovers a face that looks like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. A perfectly angled nose sits between two dark eyes that remind you of the cool blanket of night. His lips are moving and you lament over the fact you can’t hear his voice due to an annoyingly loud ringing filling your ears. If this is what heaven is like, you don’t think you mind dying so much.

You can distantly feel your body being lifted as you drift out of conciousness.

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“That was some crazy shit back there, y’know.”

You blink your eyes open, focusing on the source of the familiar voice next to you. It’s Seungmin, your patrol partner. He’s sitting on the edge of the ambulance, knee bouncing up and down. His stare, unreadable as always, greets you. You let out a much-needed sigh of relief. As much as he gets on your nerves, you are definitely more than happy to see a familiar face.

“Seungmin? What happened? Is that— ow, shit!” You sit up too fast from your stretcher and immediately need to lay back down due to a stabbing pain in your skull. “Is that lady okay?” as the sharp pain withdraws into a dull throb, the past events slowly resurface in your mind. Wait. That guy. The one who you saw just before you passed out, who was he? You had never seen him before. Was he even real?

“Well, I’m not sure if ‘okay’ is the right word to use, but she’s alive at least. She was rushed to the hospital along with her family members as soon as you got her out.” Seungmin crosses over to you, leaning on the edge of your stretcher. You can see him better now, and from here you can catch the slightest bit of worry in his features that was not evident in his voice previously. “Which, by the way, that little stunt of yours almost got you killed. If that guy hadn’t gotten you out of there when he did, you would have been crushed.”

So he was real.

According to Seungmin, right after you had been dragged out, the frame of the car completely collapsed; which would have effectively both trapped you inside and squished you. He’s about to continue with details about how next you probably would have caught on fire, before you punch him square in the arm, earning a cry of pain from both you and Seungmin. You shake the pain out of your bandaged hand as you are painfully reminded of that piece of glass that had cut you.

“Anyways,” you scowl at him when he sends you a not-so-apologetic look, “who was that guy? Is he a new police recruit? I’ve never seen him before.” The only reason you know that for sure is because you would never have forgotten that face. You can picture him in your mind right now. You’ve never seen anyone so… well, perfect.

“No, he’s not. Just some civilian who was stupid enough to jump into a flaming car to save your sorry ass,” Seungmin waves away your indignant defenses and heads off towards a group of officers outside the ambulance, “It was a hit and run, the bastard who caused this mess drove off someplace so we’re trying to see—”

“Where did he go?”

Seungmin faces you, caught off-guard. “What?”

“That guy, where’d he go?” You repeat your question, obviously not at all intrested in whatever was going on with the other officers.

Seungmin’s eyebrows lower as he rolls his eyes and turns away once more. “I dunno, haven’t seen him,” he comments over his shoulder helpfully. Then, he��s gone.

Ugh.

Fuck you, Kim Seungmin

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You have to find him. You will not be able to function as a member of society without knowing that he’s an actual person and not just a result of some hallucination. You had asked every single one of the officers and bystanders at the scene if they knew even just his name (you did not appreciate Seungmin making faces at you the whole time, thank you very much) to no avail; nobody knew anything about this mysterious man.

Fine then. You’ll just have to find him yourself.

Weeks go by, and his face never leaves your mind. Sometimes you swear you can see a flash of his honey skin, or those gorgeous eyes, only to look up and realize with disappointment it is in fact, not him. You wonder how many random passerby you have given an unexplainably sour face. Not that it matters what they thought of you. They probably worked a nine to five at some boring old desk.

One night, Seungmin had caught you searching through the criminal records. Maybe it was a stretch, but hey, you were desperate. You had just reached the ‘H’ column when he snuck up behind you. Upon him tapping your shoulder with a “Whatcha doing” on his lips, you had jumped three feet in the air and quickly closed the tab, responding with a very convincing “Nothing!” and rushing out of the room.

Just a name, that’s all you need. Is that really too much to ask?

Suited up in your standard police attire, you wait in line at your favorite coffee place before your night shift with Seungmin. You had finally been scheduled a full eight hours, but honestly your mind was anywhere but work. The bustling coffee shop atmosphere and the overwhelming smell of coffee does nothing for your scattered thoughts. Why the hell are so many people in line for coffee at 10:00 at night?

“One iced americano for Han Jisung?” The barista calls out the next order.

No way. There’s actually no way.

You have to do a triple take to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. It’s really him. You would recognize his face anywhere.

He’s just as stunning as when you had first seen him. Eyes that same dusky brown, nose that same perfect shape. He has a pair of sunglasses perched on top of his head, his hair falling from them in loose waves around his face, framing him like an artwork from the renaissance period. The way he holds himself, too. A casual swagger that so few people can pull off, but he wears it so naturally; completely at ease. One hand in his pocket, he smiles at the barista as she hands him his order, somehow lighting up the entire room with simply his expression.

You are so awestruck that it takes you a second to realize that he’s turned his attention directly to you.

When you do realize though, your heart drops right into your ass. Your first instinct is to jump your gaze to the floor or the ceiling, feigning nonchalance, but you’ve been hyper fixated on his face for so long you cannot bring yourself to look away.

His eyes spark with recognition. You can tell by the way his eyebrows raise amicably as he starts heading towards you. Your heart speeds up to about a million miles per hour.

That is until he looks you up and down. His expression drops and his eyes widen for just a fraction of a second before returning to his previous smile, but this time it feels just a little forced. As he passes you, he nods politely and sweeps past without so much as a word.

What just happened? You watch as he exits the coffee shop. Wait, no, you can’t lose him now, you at least need to thank him. He did save your life after all.

You hustle past the long line much less gracefully than he, catching him outside the door before he can cross the street.

“Hey, wait up!” You call after his retreating form. You see him pause, but he doesn't turn around as you jog up to him. “It’s you! Jisung, right?”

Finally, he faces you. His sunglasses now sit neatly on the bridge of his nose, obscuring his eyes from sight. You can’t detect any of the uncomfort from before in his features. Did you imagine that? Maybe he’s just in a hurry.

“That’s me,” Jisung says, a cute little chuckle punctuates the end of his sentence. His voice is sweet, reminding you of warm brown sugar and butter. Your heart skips a beat as he addresses you with that grin of his, “can I help you with anything, officer?”

It takes you a second to respond, the way he tilts his head at you whilst waiting for a response has you feeling all kinds of weird, bubbly feelings in your chest. You stomp them down and clear your throat.

“No, no I actually wanted to thank you. You know, for saving me. You really didn’t— I mean that was really… courageous of you. And stuff. Anyways. yeah, thanks.” You finish awkwardly, stumbling over your words. Damn it.

Jisung laughs. A beautiful sound, really.

“Thought I recognized you! You’re the pretty little thing who saved that lady from the fire. Gotta hand it to you, officer, you’ve got some guts in there.” He gestures to your badge with a tilt of his head, leaning back on the crosswalk pole and sticking one hand in his pocket.

You’re pretty sure your brain short-circuited at the words ‘pretty little thing’ and you’re not quite sure how to answer, your mouth opening and closing a few times, but no words falling from it.

Jisung grins at your tongue-tied state, letting out another amused huff of laughter and hitting the crosswalk button.

“I’ve got somewhere to be, but you stay safe out there ok? Don’t go jumping into any more flaming vehicles if you can possibly help it, next time I might not be there,” He clicks his teeth and you swear you can see him wink from under his shades. The crosswalk changes to give Jisung the right of way and he heads off across the street.

There you stand, a blushing mess, watching as he heads to a nearby parking spot.

Wait a second, is that his car?

Jisung closes the door to a Chevrolet Camaro, colored in a tasteful matte black. Are you kidding? No, this has got to be a joke, there’s no way he has that car. As the engine purrs to life, you can feel the rumbling vibration in your chest even from across the street. When he pulls out, it’s evident just how suped up it is. There’s an added spoiler on the back and… are those LED lights on the rims? That’s it. You might actually be in love.

The hum of the engine steadily approaches as he pulls up next to you on the street, rolling down the window and looking up at you and your wide eyes.

“Like what you see, officer?” Jisung raises his eyebrows teasingly, a smug little smirk playing on his lips. If it had been anyone else, you’re sure you would be enraged by the expression, but there’s something about him that makes it hot rather than insufferable. He hangs an elbow out the window, lightly tapping his fingers to the bass of some song that plays from his speakers as you take in the vehicle.

“Shut the fuck up, this is yours?” You raise your voice over the sound of the engine, leaning in closer so he can hear you. You momentarily forget that you’re technically on duty right now.

There it is again, that hearty laugh of his. Definitely one of your new favorite sounds.

“Yes ma’am, all mine,” Jisung pulls up his sunglasses, finally giving you a clear view of his face. His face that’s looking more mischievous by the minute. “Maybe one day you’ll do me the honor of taking you for a spin, how’s that sound?” He reaches out and lightly flicks his index finger up the bottom of your chin. Your stomach explodes with butterflies as a result.

“I’m…” You consider your options. Is he serious? He’s definitely flirting with you. Right? He literally just touched your chin while asking if you wanted a ride in his car. He’s definitely flirting. Yeah.

“I’m free tomorrow,” You blurt, against your better judgment. There’s no way in hell you’re going to turn down a opportunity like this.

“Same time, same place?”

You glance at your watch. 10:30 p.m. You should be in the patrol car with Seungmin right about now.

“That works,” You nod. Your answer is a little shaky, but you hide it well.

“Guess I’ll see you then, officer,” Jisung flashes you one last smile, scrunching up his nose and throwing you a half salute. He revvs up his engine once, twice, and then he’s gone.

Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your legs shake as you head back into the coffee shop to re-order a cup of coffee. You’re going to need it.

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This is stupid. Like, really dumb. You can’t believe you’re doing this.

You’ve been sitting on a bench outside of the coffee shop for the past fifteen minutes. Granted, you’re the one who decided to show up fifteen minutes early, but you’re starting to regret that decision. At least it’s not cold out.

You had spent probably a good three hours debating what the hell you were going to wear. Might seem excessive but there were just so many points to consider. What if you come off too strong? but then again, you wouldn't want to underdress. Or overdress. It’s not even a date, he’s just giving you a ride around, right? Why are you stressing so much?

And so here you wait in your cute little mid-thigh skirt, having decided with a nod that it was a safe bet all around. Plus, it makes your legs look great.

You’re definitely thinking about this too hard.

A quick beep of a car horn catches your attention. You look up right as you feel the distinct purr of Jisung’s engine rumbling in your bones. Thank God, he actually came.

You’re not sure if you’re jittering from the excitement of going on a— Date? You really don’t want to make any assumptions because he hadn’t straight up asked you on a date per say— with the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on or the excitement of getting to ride in his car. Maybe both. You clench and unclench your fists in anticipation. You’re positively itching to feel what it’s like on the road.

Jisung exits the low car smoothly, heading towards you with a wave. His eyes scrunch up at the corners when he smiles, painting his expression with such a lovely friendliness that makes you want to curl up in a ball and cry. His outfit drastically contrasts his inviting face though, he’s dressed in dark grey washed jeans and a burnt orange short sleeve that hugs his upper body almost skin-tight, a jacket tied loosely around his waist. The duality of man, you suppose. The slicked back style of his hair on top of literally everything else about him screams one thing. This man looks like a goddamn racer.

As soon as you realize you’ve been gawping at him for a good couple of moments now, you snap your focus up to his eyes, already feeling a blush creeping it’s way across your cheeks.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, officer,” Jisung gives you a quick up and down, meeting your eyes afterwards with a look that can only be described as playfulness.

Oh he just knows he’s hot, doesn’t he? Obviously you’re not going to argue, because he’s right.

“Oh my god, don’t call me that,” You protest, lightly punching his arm in retaliation. You definitely don’t miss the unmistakable feeling of muscle under your fist, but that’s really besides the point. The point is he has you all bothered and shit with that nickname. You’ve never been called ‘officer’ so… affectionately.

“You’re right,” He raises his hands in defense, “my bad, babe.”

A retort shrivels on your tongue. You’re pretty sure you can feel your body temprature go up at least two degrees as Jisung heads back to his car, beckoning you to follow him. His back is turned but you can already imagine that little self-satisfied smirk on his face.

He’s going to be the death of you.

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You can feel the weight of your body being pressed back into the seat as Jisung speeds up his pace, making your eyes nearly roll back into your head.

The engine roars in your ears as you watch the speedometer whip from zero to sixty in the span of three point five seconds. You can’t help but have a wide grin plastered on your face. It feels like a good stretch after a day of sitting on the couch, you can’t even remember the last time you’ve just, well, drove. Carefree, without the looming restriction of a speed limit or the stress of swerving after a runaway car. Just you and the road. And Jisung, but that’s a plus.

One of the biggest reasons you had strived to join the police force throughout the beginning of your adolescence is that you just could not get enough of that adrenaline rush that comes from zooming down the highway at outrageous hours of the night, competing with your high school friends to see who’s car could accelerate the quicket, maintain the best speed, sound the coolest. The amount of sleepness nights you had spent installing countless upgrades on your car just to beat your friends in some silly bet over a couple of dollars instilled in you the certainty that this is what you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

You had foolishly thought that becoming an officer would cure that hunger burning in your gut, but it just made it worse. You didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten until just now, the familiar sound of hopping gears and the healthy rev of a well-loved engine resurfaces so many emotions that you had so carefully stowed away when you had all graduated and moved on to university, no longer having the time or bravery to risk getting caught anymore.

You glance over at Jisung in the driver’s seat. He looks so at ease, you can tell this is his home, his element. You wonder if he feels the same emptiness by adhereing to the law that you do. It seems taboo to think that way, given your occupation, but you can’t help it.

Jisung flicks on his blinker to exit the highway, and you give him a look out of the corner of your eye.

“Mind telling me where we’re going?” You inquire as he slows to a stop at the intersection.

“Thought it would be nice to go to dinner, don’t you think so?” He glances down either side of the street to ensure it’s clear as he proposes the offer.

Maybe that empty feeling in your stomach was hunger.

“Yeah, actually, I do think so.”

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The restaurant seems strangely empty. A few of the white-clothed tables scattered about the hall are occupied by the quiet bubble of conversation, but other than that the atmosphere is quite still.

Jisung pulls out your chair for you, flamboyantly flipping his hand into a bow as he waits for you to sit. You roll your eyes, badly supressing a smile as you slide into the seat with as much grace as you can manage.

You had both just picked up the menus that had been set in front of you when a low whistle sounds from behind you.

“Who’s the pretty lady, huh, J? Finally found the time to go through that roster of yours?” Your body tenses as someone approaches from the side. You quickly turn your head to get a better view of the newcomer. Oh wow. Was Jisung just friends with hot people in general?

“Ha ha.” Jisung pulls a half-amused face at the man, and gestures to the seat next to him. “This is Changbin. He’s not usually like this, I swear,” Jisung reassures you, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest as Changbin plops down on the seat over. Despite his bold entrance, he nods politely at you in greeting. It becomes evident that he’s just trying to mess with Jisung, meaning no ill-intent (or even much intrest) towards you. You let your muscles relax.

“Well, were you gonna bring her with us tonight?” Changbin gestures towards you, “you know they always get their panties in a twist when one of us has a girl on our arm—”

“She works in law enforcement, isn’t that cool?” Jisung announces a little too loudly, interrupting Changbin, who immediately snaps his mouth shut.

You don’t miss the way Jisung quirks an eyebrow ever-so-slightly at him, a warning. Huh. Your eyes squint in suspicion. What’s this all about?

“Bring me where?” You question Changbin innocently, pushing past Jisung’s subject change and batting your eyes once or twice, just for good measure.

“Bring you to— well, I mean, It’s a place. Definitely. Yeah. Bring you to a place. Somewhere,” Changbin keeps glancing at Jisung as he speaks, who is currently pinching his nosebridge between two fingers, head tilted towards the ceiling.

Changbin falls silent after that, suddenly very intrested in the condition of his shoelaces. You shift your gaze between the two men as an awkward pause falls over the table.

After a long sigh eminating from Jisung, he leans forwards on the table, hands clasped in front of him. His voice is lowered as he speaks.

“Do you trust me?” His eyes bore into your own, not breaking contact as your mind starts running a mile a minute.

Now, the logical answer you would give to a stranger you hardly know is a resounding ‘of course not,�� but this isn’t just anyone. It’s Jisung. The man who risked his very life to save yours, out of the pure goodness of his heart. You can’t imagine not trusting him, you realize. Because you do, you trust him more than you trust yourself, because he did what you couldn’t that day. Without him, you wouldn’t even be here.

“…Yes, I trust you,” You respond, conviction clear in your voice.

Jisung lets out a breath, once again settling back in his chair.

“Then buckle up babe, ‘cause you’re in for a wild night,” He says with a soft chuckle, just as a loud commotion breaks through the restaurant and crowds of people start to pour in through the front door.

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

Jisung is a racer. A street racer, to be specific. Very dangerous, and definitely very illegal.

The restaurant turned out to be a meeting point for two rival districts to compete in some sort of tiebreaker race tonight, and it seems like nearly the entire city had come to watch. Jisung had dragged you through the bustling hall off into a corner, where he met up with Changbin and one other racer. You think you heard the name ‘Chan’ but you’re not too sure. It’s quite loud when you have a room filled with excited fans shouting bets this way and that, sure that their district will win and that they’ll walk home with the jackpot.

Jisung, Changbin, and Chan form a three person racing team. They call themselves ‘3racha’. You thought the name was a joke at first, but the laugh caught in your throat when you realized they were being dead serious. Right now the three are huddled together, murmuring over the pre-determined race course, deciding on any last minute strategies.

Right about now, you should be alerting your police team of the highly illegal activity buzzing all around you. Troops would be sent in immediately and the whole event would be shut down, arrests being made left and right.

But, you don’t want that to happen. Not in the slightest.

You know could lose everything over this, your career, your friends, your reputation. None of that matters to you right now. All you want is to see Jisung and his team race.

Not far off, a group that you assume to be the opposing team stares daggers at 3racha, the tallest one of them making eye contact with you. He says something with a scoff, but you can’t make it out just by reading his lips. Whatever it was though, his other two teammates found it hilarious, one doubling over with laughter and the other giving him a jovial smack on the back.

You back away from their prying eyes, accidentally colliding with Jisung in the process. He looks up at you as you send him a quick ‘sorry’, then he shifts his gaze to the still chortling trio. You can see something in his normally soft gaze harden as he straightens up and reaches an arm around your shoulder, gently but firmly pulling you flush to him.

His physical presence overwhelms your senses, suddenly wrapped in a blanket that dulls the rest of the chaos out. You’re positive he can feel your heart racing as he leans in to whisper in your ear,

“I need you to ignore them, okay? They’re just trying to get us bothered, and you’re an easy target for them. Just stick by us. Can you do that for me?” His breath tickles your ear with every syllable he speaks, making your legs weak. You manage a nod and he pulls away from you with a reassuring pat to your shoulder.

Changbin sends a not-so-discreet middle finger their way, which earns both a scowl from the them and a reprimanding tap on the back of the head from Chan.

Frankly, you are a bit overwhelmed. Even though it was just for a second, you miss Jisung’s calming arm around you. Without it, you feel like you are drowning in the unfamiliar voices babbling every which way, every conversation fighting to be understood in your mind at once. Usually, you know exactly how to handle any given situation with a clear mind— it’s part of your job after all— but this? It’s all so foreign to you you don’t even know where to begin.

As soon as the clock strikes midnight, the crowd forms a clear space around both of the teams, allowing room for them to exit the building and enter their vehicles. You scurry after 3racha, feeling quite out of place.

It was to be a relay race. The rules are simple: Three laps around the entire course, each lap assigned to a respective member of each team. Whichever team’s car crosses the finish line first, wins the tiebreaker and takes home the prize. You can tell that mountains of cash are on the line for the boys. Some of the numbers you hear thrown around have your eyes as wide as saucers. If 3racha really is that good, it’s no wonder Jisung is able to afford the kind of car he has.

You’re watching Jisung do a once over of his car, ensuring that everything is safely in order, when he crosses over to you, extending his hand. You furrow your brows, slightly confused, but you take his hand. He smiles, wrapping his fingers tightly around you and squeezing once.

“I want you to ride with me, please?” He says, eyes never leaving your face. You stand in silence for a moment, just soaking in the weight of his hand and the familiarness of his face. The curve of his eyebrow, the slope of his nose, the way his bottom lip always seems to pout out just a little bit, and, oh, those eyes. You feel like you’ve known him for your entire life.

You feel yourself break into a smile.

“Let’s go then,” you squeeze his hand in return.

Jisung’s engine roars to life as him and the other first racer, the tall one’s name is apparently Hyunjin, line up at the designated starting line. 3racha had implored that Jisung go for the first lap, so they would have a healthy leg up on the competition come the second lap, where Changbin would be waiting.

As you wait for the countdown to start your knee bounces up and down, the sickly feeling of intense anticipation eating its way through your stomach.

You feel Jisung’s gaze as he glances over at you, a half grin on his face. What’s he thinking? Your internal question is soon answered as he reaches over and grabs your hand, guiding it to rest on the gearshift.

“10!” A loud voice bellows from a megaphone from outside. The countdown has begun.

Jisung clasps his hand over your own, capturing you in between himself and the vehicle. He’s so warm. Meeting your eyes, he gives you a reassuring nod when he spots your expression, running a thumb along the back of your hand. Now your heart is pounding for a different reason.

“3!” The revving of engines combines with the rush of blood in your ears, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine.

“2!”

“1!”

“Go!”

[broken-glowsticks]

Hyunjin for the sake of my sanity, please, grow your goddamn hair out I can't breath

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[five-star-stay]

When you look at 3racha, Bang Chan hyung is the one who first sets the path then Changbin hyung takes the baton and sprints forward. i feel like i'm the one running hard from behind, trying to keep up. looking back over the past 8 years, i think i've really benefited a lot from my hyungs. our synergy has always been strong. of course, there have been differences in opinions, but we've always managed to adjust, communicate openly and resolve things well. so there's never been a big issue. since we've built so many memories together while working, our synergy naturally stays strong.

- Han Jisung, Dazed Korea Feb 2025

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