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yaniluvs · 2 days ago

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don't leave me , my love

[ 방찬 ] ✷ ‎. . after a series of terrible arguments, you break up with your boyfriend. life slows down. but then . . ?

۫ 𖨂 𓈒 𝑖dol𝑏f!chris ₊ ‎ ‎ 𝑓em!reader ˙ . ꒷ g. heavy angst , lots of tears , misunderstandings , hurt , lovers to exes to ??? , second chance love , skz ensemble . 12OOOw. ⎯⎯⎯ LiBRARY ⟢ cw. language , injuries , car-accident . ┆ ✉️ ⋮ a req. oneshot .ᐟ ֹ ₊

yani's note 𑁍ࠬܓ hihihihihii finally another channie fic !!!!! the loml. seungchan stans rise !! i loved loved loved writing this. my angst comeback guys (flashback to my early tumblr era where all i posted was angst....) eh. i love angst. so much. woohoo okay bye <3 oh and ty for the req. anon !!! comments, likes, req./asks and reblogs are always appreciated !! send in a reply or an ask if you want to be in my mastertag, or my individual series' taglists. happy reading, love <3

the room smelled like rain.

not in the fresh, new-beginnings kind of way, but in the way that clung to damp clothes and old wounds.

it seeped through the cracks of the windowpane, curling around the tension like a silent spectator. outside, the city pulsed—headlights cutting through the mist, distant sirens wailing, the soft patter of rain against the glass an unwanted metronome to the argument unfolding within these four walls.

“you don’t fucking get it,” your boyfriend's voice cut sharp through the quiet, raw and exhausted, an edge to it that he never used on you before. not like this.

his fingers gripped the bridge of his nose, his other hand planted on his hip like he was trying to physically hold himself together. “you don’t—god, y/n, you don’t understand what it’s like to carry this.”

you stood by the doorway, arms crossed so tightly against yourself it almost felt like a shield. the air was thick with it—frustration, exhaustion, love buried under layers of hurt.

you felt it like a weight pressing against your ribs.

how it had started.

the room was dark save for the faint glow of his laptop screen. the hum of the air conditioner filled the space, masking the silence that had grown between you two over the last few days.

you had sat across from him, knees pulled to your chest on the worn-out couch in the room. the atmosphere was suffocating—a mix of tension and exhaustion—and you weren’t sure when the comfort of this small, cramped room had turned into a battlefield.

he was hunched over his desk, headphones perched around his neck, fingers frozen above his keyboard. you could see the subtle tremble in his hands, the way his shoulders sagged ever so slightly despite his usual perfect posture.

chris—was tired. that much was clear. but what stung was how he wouldn’t let you in.

“you’ve been sitting there for hours,” you had said softly, your voice hesitant, almost afraid of breaking the fragile calm that hung between you.

“i’m working,” he replied curtly, not bothering to meet your gaze.

it wasn’t the first time you had this conversation, but tonight it felt different. there was an edge to his voice that hadn’t been there before. you could feel the ache in your chest building, a familiar burn of frustration mixed with concern.

“you’ve been working for days,” you shot back, louder this time. “you barely eat, you barely sleep, and—”

“i’m fine,” he interrupted, his tone sharp and clipped, his eyes finally meeting yours. there was something in his gaze—tired, distant, and defensive—that made you hesitate for a moment.

“you’re not fine, chan.”

the words hung in the air like a challenge. he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his messy hair. his laptop screen dimmed, signaling inactivity, and for a second, you thought he might actually listen. but then he turned his chair to face you, and the frustration etched across his face sent a chill down your spine.

“why do you always do this?” he snapped.

your heart sank. “do what?”

“this!” he gestured vaguely between the two of you. “this… nagging. you don’t get it, do you? this is my job. this is my life. i can’t just stop because you think i’m overworking myself.”

you blinked, his words cutting deeper than you expected. “i’m not.. nagging, chan. i’m worried about you. there’s a difference.”

“well, it doesn’t feel that way.”

the bitterness in his voice was like a slap to the face. you stared at him, disbelief and hurt warring within you. “do you even hear yourself right now?”

“yeah, i do!” he shot back, his voice rising. “i hear myself every damn day, y/n. and you know what? i’m sick of it. i’m sick of feeling like i have to explain myself to you all the time.”

your hands balled into fists, nails digging into your palms as you tried to steady your breathing. the room felt smaller, the walls closing in as his words echoed in your mind.

“explain yourself?” you repeated, your voice trembling. “i’m not asking for an explanation, chan. i’m asking for you to let me in. to let me help you.”

“help me with what?” he spoke, standing abruptly. the chair screeched against the floor, and the sudden movement startled you. “you can’t help me, y/n. no one can. this is my responsibility. my burden. not yours! and i don't need you worrying to add on to that weight!”

“don’t do that,” you shot back, voice steadier than you felt.

“don’t act like i don’t understand you, like i haven’t been here every single fucking night waiting for you to come home, waiting for you to remember i exist outside of your damn laptop and deadlines.” your breath hitched, but you swallowed it down, forcing your voice to stay level. “i do understand, chris. but you don’t let me in.”

chris let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head as he turned away, running a hand through his curls in frustration. his fingers were trembling.

you knew he hadn’t eaten properly today. you knew, the small, white snackbox you had packed his favorite rice in, was left untouched. you knew he hadn’t slept much either. but that didn’t change the fact that he was hurting you.

“you want me to let you in? fine.” he turned back to you, eyes dark with exhaustion, jaw tight.

“i have no time. none. i have a fucking comeback to prepare, songs that aren’t finished, choreography that isn’t final, members who rely on me, a company breathing down my neck—” he took a step closer, and even though he wasn’t yelling, his voice was thunder. “i don’t get to sit around and wait for my life to fall into place, y/n. i have to make it happen.”

his words hit like a gut punch. you flinched before you could stop yourself.

something in his expression shifted for half a second—guilt flashing behind the anger—but he didn’t stop. couldn’t stop.

“and what, huh? you want me to pause? to step away? to just—what? go on dates, lay in bed all day with you, pretend that none of this exists?” his voice cracked, his hands clenching into fists. “i can’t, y/n. i can’t afford to be selfish like that.”

you felt something splinter inside of you.

"wow," you whispered, blinking rapidly as you looked at him. "is that what you think this is? me asking you to be... selfish?" your voice was quiet, but it held the weight of everything you’d been holding back. "i have never asked you to choose me over your career, chan. never. but i wanted—no, i needed you to meet me halfway. to at least fucking try. but you didn’t. you never do.”

chan scoffed, rubbing his temple, pacing like he was barely keeping himself together. "you don’t get it, y/n. you never will."

and that—that—was what broke you.

your hands shook. you swallowed the lump in your throat, but your voice still wavered. "you don’t get it, chan. you don’t fucking get what it’s like to love someone who makes you feel like an afterthought. to go to bed alone every single night and wonder if you even cross their mind.” you exhaled shakily.

“i never asked you to give up your dreams for me. i just wanted to be a part of them. but i guess i was asking for too much.”

he let out another bitter laugh, his face twisting. "i make you feel like an afterthought? that’s rich, coming from someone who doesn’t have to live under this pressure." his voice rose, sharp and unrelenting.

"you don’t know what it’s like to have the weight of an entire fucking group and a partner on your shoulders. to feel like if you fuck up, you’re dragging everyone down with you." he was breathing heavily, shoulders shaking. “you think i don’t want to be with you? you think i choose this over you? i fucking hate this. i hate feeling like this. but i don’t have a choice.”

there it was. the breaking point.

your lip trembled, and you hated yourself for it. "you do have a choice, chan. you always did." you shook your head, voice barely above a whisper. "you just never chose me."

silence.

a ringing, deafening silence that made the rain outside sound like gunfire.

the crack in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, but it only fueled your own anger. “oh, and weight? is that what you think i’m trying to do? burden you?”

“that’s not what i meant—”

“then what did you mean?” you interrupted, standing as well. your voice was louder now, shaking but firm. the tension between you crackled like a live wire, and neither of you seemed willing to back down.

“i don’t know!” he shouted, his hands flying to his hair in frustration. “i don’t know, okay? i’m fucking tired, y/n. i’m tired of all of this.”

the silence that followed was deafening. you stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest, his words ringing in your ears. he didn’t mean it, you told yourself. he was just frustrated, just exhausted. but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“all of this?” you repeated quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

he froze, his eyes widening slightly as he realized what he had said. “no, i didn’t mean—”

“save it, chan,” you cut him off, your voice cold and flat. “you’ve made yourself perfectly clear.”

chan stared at you, eyes widening, as if only now realizing how deep the wound he had inflicted was. his lips parted slightly, and for the first time that night, his anger faltered. his hand twitched like he wanted to reach for you, to fix the damage, to take it all back. but he didn’t move.

you exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to look away. "i can’t do this anymore," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. your own words tasted like ash.

chan took a step closer, his voice softer now, desperate. “y/n—”

“i think we should take a break.”

the words left your mouth before you could stop them, and once they were out in the open, there was no taking them back.

chan inhaled sharply, like you had just physically struck him. his face crumpled for the briefest moment before he forced it into something unreadable. he nodded once, barely.

“fine,” he said. but it was not fine. none of this was fine.

you walked past him, your shoulder brushing his for the last time in weeks. and maybe, in some cruel way, you were both waiting—waiting for one of you to stop this, to say something, anything that could undo the damage.

but neither of you did.

and that was how it ended.

or, maybe, how it all began.

you turned away, grabbing your jacket from the couch and heading for the door. your vision blurred with unshed tears, but you refused to let them fall. not here. not now.

“thank you,” you stopped in the doorway, your back to him. your voice cracked as you spoke, the weight of the moment threatening to crush you. “really, for everything. i wish you nothing but happiness, christopher.”

the door closed behind you with a soft click, and the tears you had been holding back finally spilled over. the night air was cold against your skin as you stepped outside, but it did little to numb the ache in your chest.

you didn’t know how long you stood there, staring at the empty street, your mind replaying the argument over and over again. his words, your words, the pain and anger that had filled the room—it was all too much.

and yet, despite everything, you couldn’t stop loving him.

present time : the first snow.

the morning stretched itself thin across the sky, a pale, muted kind of light filtering in through the curtains. it was the kind of cold that bit through the windows, creeping into the cracks of the apartment like it had been waiting for permission to enter. the air felt heavier today, as if winter had fully settled into its place, pressing its weight into the walls, into the silence, into the empty spaces beside you.

you sat by the window, knees drawn up against your chest, your breath fogging up the glass. outside, snowflakes drifted lazily through the air, dancing in the quiet before settling onto the pavement below. the city looked softer like this—less like the endless rush of bodies and neon lights and more like something frozen in time. for a moment, just a moment, it almost felt peaceful.

almost.

but then the memories came creeping in. the way the first snow always meant something to the both of you. how he would drag you outside, laughing, even when you whined about the cold.

"come on, it’s tradition, babe, you can’t just sit inside like an old grandma."

how he’d cup his hands together, carefully forming a snowball, only to grin mischievously before pelting it straight at your shoulder. the way you’d chase after him, slipping and stumbling, both of you breathless from laughter, cheeks flushed pink from the cold.

and then—later. after the cold had seeped into your bones, after your fingers were numb from the snow, how you’d both tumble inside, shaking off your coats, limbs tangled together as you curled up by the fireplace.

the heat of the flames casting golden light across his face, the warmth of his arms wrapped securely around you. how he’d press lazy kisses to your temple, whispering in that quiet, tired voice of his,

you’re warm. stay like this forever.

you blinked. the snow outside blurred for a second before settling again into focus.

it had been weeks.

weeks since that night. weeks since you last heard his voice, felt the rough callouses of his fingertips against yours. the apartment had never been this quiet before. not really. not in a way that stretched into your bones like this.

you exhaled sharply, rubbing at your eyes before pushing yourself up from the chair.

no. stop it. get up.

the cold floor met your feet as you padded toward the bathroom. the water ran hot, steam curling against the mirror as you stepped into the shower, letting it scorch against your skin, washing away whatever remnants of sleep and memories still clung to you.

you let yourself stay there longer than usual, hands braced against the tile, watching the water swirl down the drain.

by the time you stepped out, the mirror was completely fogged over, your reflection nothing more than a blur.

you ignored it.

instead, you pulled on a sweater—thick, oversized, soft. paired it with jeans, boots, wrapped a scarf around your neck. routine. just keep moving.

the apartment felt emptier than usual as you moved through it, wiping down counters, straightening pillows, clearing dishes that didn’t even need clearing. you weren’t sure why you were cleaning so meticulously. maybe it was just something to do with your hands, something to keep yourself from thinking too much.

but even then, the silence pressed in. the absence of his voice. the way he used to hum under his breath while scrolling through his phone. the way he’d reach for you absentmindedly, fingers finding yours without even thinking.

you swallowed.

the clock on the wall read 10:42 am.

late. you needed to leave soon.

you grabbed your coat, slipping it over your shoulders, fingers fumbling with the buttons. your scarf was next, wrapped snugly around your neck, followed by your gloves. you caught your reflection in the mirror near the door and paused.

the sweater you had chosen—it was his.

you thought you had returned all of his belongings that stayed in your apartment.

his sweaters, hoodies, tees, sweats.

maybe this was the unlucky— or lucky one.

a quiet, humorless laugh escaped your lips.

of course it was.

you debated changing it. maybe you should. but then again… maybe it didn’t matter.

the streets were covered in a thin layer of snow as you stepped outside, the air crisp against your skin. your breath curled in white clouds, disappearing into the winter sky. people moved past you—some alone, some hand in hand, their laughter rising into the air. you pulled your coat tighter around yourself, shoving your hands into your pockets.

the restaurant— your restaurant, the empty place by the busy crossroads you'd bought a few years ago, was a few blocks away. a small, warm place you had always loved—your own little escape from the rest of the world. the bell above the door chimed softly as you stepped inside, warmth wrapping around you instantly.

you forced a small smile at the familiar faces, nodding in greeting.

routine.

just keep moving.

the warm, familiar scent of fresh bread and spices enveloped you as you stepped behind the counter, shrugging off your coat. the restaurant was alive in the way it always was at this time of the day—soft clatters of cutlery against ceramic plates, the low hum of conversation from occupied tables, the occasional burst of laughter from a corner booth.

it smelled like home, like routine, like something steady when everything else felt uncertain.

“morning, boss.”

you glanced up to see mira, one of the servers, leaning against the counter with a knowing smirk. she had been working here almost as long as you could remember, joined a few months after you started the restaurant chain, and she knew you well enough to read your moods before you even said a word.

“you’re late,” she teased, but there was no bite to her words.

“i’m not late,” you said, rolling your eyes as you tied your apron around your waist. “i just… took my time getting here.”

mira gave you a look—one that was far too perceptive for your liking—but didn’t press. instead, she just handed you a notepad. “table five wants a refill on their coffee, and table two asked about the special of the day.”

you took the notepad with a nod. “got it.”

and just like that, the day began.

the hours passed in a blur of movement and familiarity. you lost yourself in the rhythm of it—taking orders, pouring coffee, clearing tables, exchanging pleasantries with customers who had been coming here for years. the work was muscle memory at this point, your hands moving on autopilot while your mind drifted elsewhere.

somewhere in the middle of the lunch rush, as you wiped down the counter, jaehyun—one of the chefs, poked his head out from the back. “hey, y/n, you eating today or just running on caffeine and regrets?”

you snorted, shaking your head. “i’ll eat later.”

“you always say that.”

“i mean it this time.”

he narrowed his eyes. “you said that last time too.”

“i—okay, fine.” you held up your hands in surrender. “i’ll grab something when the rush dies down.”

he grumbled something under his breath before disappearing back into the kitchen, and mira smirked from where she was refilling a salt shaker.

“he’s got a point,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “when’s the last time you actually sat down and ate a meal?”

you waved her off, busying yourself with stacking plates. “i eat. at home.”

“uh-huh. sure.”

you didn’t have an answer to that, so you didn’t bother giving one.

the day continued. the restaurant buzzed with life—friends catching up over coffee, families sharing warm meals, couples leaning into each other, their conversations dipping into soft murmurs.

you liked this. you liked watching people exist in these little moments, as if nothing else outside of these walls mattered.

an older woman at table seven caught your eye as you passed by. she smiled kindly. “it’s nice seeing you again, dear.”

you blinked. “oh—thank you. it’s nice seeing you too.”

“you’ve looked a bit tired lately,” she observed, stirring her tea slowly. “make sure you’re taking care of yourself, alright?”

there was something about the way she said it—something warm, something familiar—that made your chest tighten unexpectedly.

you swallowed. “i will.”

you weren’t sure if that was a lie.

the evening arrived before you realized it, the once-busy restaurant now quiet as the last of the customers trickled out into the cold night. the staff began to clock out one by one, exchanging tired goodbyes as they pulled on their coats.

“you sure you don’t need help closing up?” mira asked, pausing at the door.

you shook your head, forcing a small smile. “i got it.”

she studied you for a moment before sighing. “alright. don’t stay too late.”

“i won’t.”

she gave you one last skeptical look before disappearing into the night, leaving you alone with the faint hum of the overhead lights and the distant sound of the wind outside.

you exhaled, running a hand through your hair.

the silence was heavier now.

slowly, methodically, you began the closing routine. you wiped down tables, stacked chairs, swept the floors, turned off the neon ‘open’ sign that flickered against the window. the motions were comforting in a way. predictable.

but when you finally locked the door and turned to face the empty restaurant, something about it felt unbearably lonely.

this place had always been warm, filled with laughter and conversation and life. but right now, standing here alone with nothing but the sound of your own breathing, it felt hollow.

you swallowed, staring at the spot where he used to sit when he came by to wait for you after his own schedule.

the memories came too easily. the way he’d lean back in the chair, arms crossed, a lazy grin on his lips as he watched you work.

you’re cute when you’re focused, he’d say. like, ridiculously cute.

you had always rolled your eyes at that, but—god, what you would give to hear it again.

shaking your head, you grabbed your coat and turned off the last of the lights.

the night was waiting.

and so was the silence.

. . .

the car was absurdly cold when you got in, the leather seats stiff from the winter air. you sighed, rubbing your hands together before gripping the steering wheel, the silence of the empty parking lot pressing against you.

the restaurant behind you was dark now, locked up for the night, its warmth left behind in the echo of distant laughter and clinking glasses.

you stared ahead for a moment, letting the weight of the day settle onto your shoulders. the exhaustion clung to you, heavy and unmoving, but there was something else beneath it—something quieter. something you didn’t want to name.

with a slow inhale, you turned the key in the ignition. the engine rumbled to life, the soft hum filling the car as headlights illuminated the frost-kissed windshield. you sat there for a beat longer, watching your breath fog up the glass.

then, finally, you pulled out onto the road.

the city stretched out before you, streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. the roads weren’t as busy at this hour, but there was still movement—taxis weaving through lanes, pedestrians bundled up in coats, the occasional cyclist braving the cold.

the world kept moving, even when you felt stuck.

your fingers tapped absently against the steering wheel as the radio played low through the speakers. some old song, one you barely recognized. the melody was soft, almost lulling, the kind of tune that made your thoughts wander.

and they did.

“you’re always working.”

his voice was still so clear in your mind. that night, the argument—it played back in fragments, like scenes from a movie you couldn’t turn off.

“and what about you, chan? you act like you’re the only one trying here.”

your grip tightened. the memory of his voice, the sharpness of his words, the way frustration had tangled between you like something inevitable.

“maybe we need a break.”

you blinked hard. the traffic light ahead turned red, and you eased the car to a stop, exhaling as you leaned back against the seat.

the world outside the window blurred slightly, the glow of headlights streaking across the wet pavement. snow had started falling again, light and unhurried, swirling beneath the streetlights.

you used to love this time of year—the first snowfall, the way the city seemed to quiet under its weight.

and him.

you remembered the way he used to pull you into the cold, ignoring your protests as he dragged you into the snow-covered streets, laughter spilling from his lips like warmth against the winter air.

“you’re so dramatic,” you had grumbled, shivering in your coat.

“and you’re no fun,” he had teased, tugging you closer. “come on, just one snowball fight.”

“you say that every year.”

“and every year, darling, you lose.”

the memory made something inside you ache. the way he would wrap you in his arms afterward, pressing his cold nose against your cheek just to make you squirm.

the way you’d sit by the fireplace afterward, tangled together under thick blankets, sharing hot cocoa that he always made too sweet.

it had been easy, then.

before the late nights, before the exhaustion, before the words that had chipped away at what you had built together.

before you started feeling like you were losing him.

the light turned green.

you blinked, shaking your head as if to clear it, and pressed your foot against the gas pedal.

and then—

the world tilted.

a sickening crunch of metal. the sharp, jarring impact of force slamming into you. the violent, uncontrollable spinning.

for a split second, all you saw were headlights—blinding, swallowing everything in white—before everything blurred into chaos.

the sound was deafening. screeching tires, the shriek of twisting steel, car horns blaring, the distant shouts of people. the seatbelt dug into your chest, locking you in place as the car was thrown sideways. your vision swam, dizziness clawing at you, and then—

silence.

everything felt… far away.

the ringing in your ears was the only sound you could process, drowning out the panic outside. your vision blurred, the edges of the world darkening, swallowing up the streetlights, the movement, the shapes of people rushing toward you.

your fingers twitched, barely. your head lolled slightly to the side, and through the cracked windshield, you saw red and blue lights flashing in the distance.

voices.

faint. muffled.

“is she breathing?”

“call an ambulance—”

“stay with me, okay?”

you wanted to respond, to say something—anything—but the words didn’t come.

your eyelids felt heavier now. the weight of exhaustion, of impact, of something you didn’t want to name, pressed down on you, pulling you under.

somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed.

then—

darkness.

. . .

the world around you existed in fragments.

there was no time, no clear beginning or end—just moments bleeding into each other, slipping between consciousness and the heavy pull of unconsciousness. you weren’t awake, but you weren’t entirely gone either. you were somewhere, floating in the space between pain and oblivion.

the first thing you registered was the weightlessness, the peculiar sensation of being lifted, carried. the cold, biting wind was gone, replaced with the sterile scent of something clinical—alcohol, antiseptic, the faint metallic tang of blood.

voices. sharp, rushed. urgent.

"bp’s dropping—move!"

"we need to stabilize—"

"get her on the stretcher—"

there were hands on you, pressing against your limbs, holding you still. you wanted to move, to speak, to tell them that you were here, but your body refused to listen. it felt like trying to swim against a current that only dragged you further down.

the pressure of something tightening around your arm. the firm press of fingers against your wrist—checking, counting, assessing. the beeping of machines, rapid and rhythmic, like an anxious heartbeat.

"possible concussion—mild contusions—check for internal bleeding."

the sounds flickered in and out. you slipped again, deeper into the darkness, but not completely.

then—light.

harsh, fluorescent, searing through closed eyelids.

the movement stopped. the sensation of being lifted again, transferred. the scrape of wheels against tile. doors swinging open. more voices.

"pupils reactive—no immediate signs of severe trauma—"

"get an iv started."

the world tilted. the mattress beneath you was firmer than the seat of your car, colder than the pavement. a hand smoothed over your forehead, pushing back strands of hair matted with sweat. the touch was gentle, grounding.

"you're in the hospital," a voice said, distant but soothing. "we’re going to take care of you. just rest."

rest.

the word settled over you like a command, a lullaby. the beeping of the machines steadied. you let yourself be pulled under again.

when you resurfaced, it was slow.

a dull ache pulsed at the edges of your awareness, the type that came in waves—bearable, but constant. your body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and something else.

the first thing you saw was the ceiling. white. sterile. unmoving.

then, your own hands—resting limply against stiff sheets, an iv taped to your wrist, an oxygen clip attached to your finger.

a hospital room.

the realization settled into your bones before you fully processed it. the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, the faint hum of ventilation, the low murmur of voices outside the door—it was all unfamiliar.

your throat was dry. you swallowed, wincing at the soreness that stretched across your ribs, the dull sting blooming in your arm. not unbearable. but not comfortable either.

there was movement beside you.

a nurse.

she had kind eyes, the kind that made you feel like you weren’t alone in this too-bright, too-quiet place. she glanced at you, a small, reassuring smile appearing as she noticed you were awake.

"welcome back," she said softly, reaching to adjust something on the iv line.

you tried to speak—tried to ask what had happened, how long you had been here—but the moment your lips parted, she shook her head.

"don't strain yourself," she murmured, voice gentle but firm. "the doctor will come by soon, but for now, just rest. talking will only make it worse."

you frowned, but the protest never made it past your lips. even if it had, you doubted it would’ve been much more than a weak rasp.

she adjusted your pillow, moving carefully, as if she knew exactly where you hurt. the iv line shifted slightly, the cool liquid continuing to drip down into your veins, dulling the sharper edges of pain.

"your car got in an accident," the nurse continued, her tone soft, as though the words themselves were delicate. "you’re lucky—it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. some injuries, but nothing that won’t heal."

lucky.

the word felt foreign, distant. you had stopped at the light. you had waited. and yet—

your fingers twitched slightly against the blanket. you tried to piece together what had happened, the moment the world had gone from mundane to chaos, but the memories were scattered. all you could recall were headlights and the sickening weight of impact.

the nurse must have noticed the way your breathing shifted, because she placed a light hand on your arm, grounding.

"you need to rest," she said again, softer this time. "sleep will help."

you wanted to argue. you wanted to ask why this had happened, how long you had been here, if anyone had come to see you. if he—

but your body was already betraying you, exhaustion dragging at your limbs.

the pain wasn’t unbearable, but it was enough. enough to remind you that you weren’t okay. that you wouldn’t be for a while.

so you let your eyes slip shut.

not because you weren’t afraid of the darkness this time.

but because, for the moment, there was nothing else you could do.

the hospital was quiet in a way that felt unnatural.

not the usual city stillness—the kind that came late at night when the streets were empty and only the hum of distant cars remained—but a silence laced with something heavier. something sterile. something fragile.

outside, the world moved on. people walked down busy sidewalks, cars skidded through melting patches of snow, neon signs flickered against the early evening dimness. life carried on, indifferent.

but here, in this fluorescent-lit corridor, the world had paused.

the nurse glanced at the clipboard in her hands, the patient’s name standing stark against the white paper. her brow furrowed slightly before she exhaled, reaching for the phone on the counter.

"are you sure this is the right contact?" the doctor beside her asked, checking the same file.

"it’s listed as her emergency number."

the nurse hesitated for only a moment before pressing the call button.

one ring.

two.

a click.

the voice that answered was slightly out of breath, like they had been running.

"hello?"

"hello, is this..."

. . .

silence. the kind that didn’t come from confusion, but realization.

the kind that carried weight.

and then the line went dead.

the waiting room door pushed open half an hour later.

the person entered in a rush, but not carelessly—like he had run, but forced himself to slow down the second he stepped inside. the nurses at the desk barely had a chance to greet him before he was already speaking, voice tight with urgency.

"i’m here for y/n l/n. i got a call."

one of the nurses, the same one who had called, recognized him immediately. she straightened.

"she's stable. sleeping. but—"

"what happened?" he didn’t mean to interrupt, but the words were out before he could stop them.

the doctor nearby spoke this time, his voice calm.

"a car accident. her injuries are moderate—some bruised ribs, minor fractures. a concussion, but nothing too severe. she was lucky. she'll need rest, but she'll recover."

the weight of those words landed squarely on his chest. he exhaled shakily.

"can i see her?"

the doctor exchanged a glance with the nurse before nodding.

"she's still unconscious.. had woken up for a bit, after we had gotten her here, but then she dozed out again. you can sit with her. just keep your voice down."

a nod. then, without another word, he followed them down the hall.

room 801 was dimly lit, the blinds drawn halfway.

the beeping of the heart monitor was steady, a quiet reassurance that life still lingered in this room, soft and persistent.

and there you were.

lying against the pristine white sheets, head turned slightly to the side, expression peaceful in a way that didn’t match the reality of what had happened.

your arm was bandaged, an iv drip feeding slow, steady doses of pain relief into your veins. a bruise, darkening at the edges, sat on your temple. your breathing was even, but too still. too quiet.

he took a step forward. then another.

until he was at your bedside, standing so close he could see the faint rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers twitched slightly even in sleep.

he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

and then—finally—he let himself feel it.

the panic. the helplessness. the gut-wrenching thought of what if?

what if the call had been worse? what if it hadn’t come at all? what if this had been it?

his fingers curled into a fist, nails pressing into his palm. he inhaled sharply, forcing himself to keep it together.

but his eyes were burning.

and before he could stop himself, he was sinking into the chair beside the bed, his hand hovering near yours but not touching. not yet.

"i’m sorry," he whispered, the words breaking in his throat.

you didn’t hear him.

but he said it anyway.

. . .

the room was quiet—too quiet.

a suffocating kind of stillness. the kind that settled in hospitals, lingering in the air like a held breath. it pressed against the walls, snaked into the cracks of the cold linoleum floor, wrapped itself around the sterile scent of antiseptic and faint traces of metal. even the steady beeping of the monitor felt muted, almost like a whisper in the vast emptiness of it all.

and then there was him.

sitting hunched over in the chair, elbows braced against his knees, fingers threaded into his curls as he stared at the floor like it held all the answers he didn’t have.

his breath came shallow, unsteady. his chest felt tight, too tight, like the air wasn’t reaching his lungs no matter how hard he tried. his heartbeat pounded against his ribs, out of sync with the quiet rhythm of the machines.

the sight of you in that hospital bed was something he could barely process.

your face, pale against the stark white pillow. your arm, wrapped in clean bandages. the soft rise and fall of your chest, far too slow for his liking.

it didn’t feel real.

none of this felt real.

he swallowed thickly, but it did nothing to rid the lump in his throat.

he had been fine—or at least, he had convinced himself he was—right up until he saw you lying there, unmoving, their body smaller beneath the weight of the hospital sheets. that was when the panic finally crashed over him, dragging him under like a tide.

the kind of panic that left him hollow. that twisted something deep inside his chest, wringing him dry until all that was left was guilt and fear and—

he squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to get a grip.

but the harder he tried, the worse it got.

his shoulders trembled. his fingers dug into his hair. his breath came out in a sharp, shaky exhale. and then—before he could stop it—his first sob broke free.

it tore through him, raw and aching, a sound ripped straight from the deepest part of his soul. his whole body caved under the weight of it, his forehead pressing against the heel of his palm as another sob wracked through his chest.

"shit," he choked out, barely above a whisper.

his hand clenched into a fist, nails pressing into his palm.

he wasn’t supposed to be like this.

he was supposed to be the calm one. the strong one. the one who kept things together even when everything else was falling apart.

but right now?

right now, he felt helpless.

his eyes burned as he lifted his head, gaze falling on you again. he wanted to reach out—wanted to take your hand in his, press his forehead against your knuckles, tell you he was here. that he wasn’t going anywhere. that everything was going to be okay.

but he couldn’t. because.. again,

because what if it wasn’t?

what if this was his fault?

the thought hit him again like a punch to the gut.

what if he had done something differently? what if he had been there? what if you hadn’t been alone?

what if—

"i’m so, so sorry, y/n," he whispered, voice breaking.

it wasn’t enough.

it would never be enough.

but it was all he had.

seconds passed. maybe minutes. he wasn’t sure. time had blurred into nothing but the quiet hum of the machines and the faint, rhythmic sound of his breathing.

he hadn’t moved from his spot.

couldn’t.

his body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and emotions he wasn’t ready to name. his hands were trembling, his fingers flexing and curling against his knees as if trying to ground himself. but nothing worked.

the guilt still clung to him like a second skin.

and the worst part?

you didn’t even know he was here.

didn’t know that he had dropped everything the second he got the call. that he had nearly broken the speed limit trying to get here. that he had spent the last hour sitting by your side, trying and failing to pull himself together.

didn’t know how much he missed you.

how much he needed you.

he exhaled shakily, rubbing a hand over his face.

then, hesitantly—almost as if afraid they would disappear if he touched you—he reached out.

his fingers hovered over yours for a second, hesitant, before finally pressing lightly against the back of your hand.

a warmth that was barely there. a quiet reassurance that you were still here. still breathing.

his throat tightened.

"please wake up," he murmured, barely audible.

it wasn’t a demand.

it wasn’t even a request.

it was a plea.

a desperate, aching plea that carried every ounce of guilt and regret and love that he hadn’t been able to say before.

but you didn’t move.

didn’t stir.

didn’t even twitch.

and that—more than anything—was what truly broke him.

the past few weeks : what remains in the silence

the studio lights hummed overhead, casting a dim, sterile glow over the cluttered desk, the scattered sheets of lyrics crumpled in frustration, the empty coffee cups pushed aside and forgotten. the air was thick, weighed down by the scent of exhaustion—of ink and paper, of stale caffeine and sleepless nights.

seated at the console, shoulders hunched, was him, fingers threading through his curls as he stared at the blinking waveform on the screen. the metronome ticked steadily in his ears, a cruel reminder of time passing, of the hours slipping through his fingers like sand.

it was late. too late. but that didn’t matter.

the others had gone home. the studio halls were quiet now, the usual buzz of voices and laughter absent, leaving only the low hum of the equipment and the rhythmic tapping of his pen against the table.

but he couldn’t leave.

not yet.

not when his chest still ached like this.

not when his mind kept playing the same loop of memories, over and over, like a cruel, broken record.

"you don’t get it, do you?"

the words echoed in his head, sharp and raw. your voice—frustrated, hurt—lingered like a ghost, filling every inch of the suffocating silence.

he had said things, too. things he didn’t mean. things he hadn’t even realized were leaving his mouth until it was too late.

and then it had ended.

just like that.

no closure. no finality. just silence.

and god, the silence was worse than anything else.

it was deafening.

it followed him everywhere.

to rehearsals, where his body moved on autopilot, executing every step with precision but feeling none of it. to meetings, where words blurred together and became meaningless noise. to the dorm, where the others cast worried glances his way but didn’t push, because they knew.

they knew he was a storm waiting to happen.

and here, in the studio, where it was just him and the music—his only escape—he found that even that had turned against him.

because every melody he wrote sounded like you.

every lyric that spilled from his pen became a memory. a moment. a fragment of something he had lost.

and he couldn’t do it.

he couldn’t use your voice as his muse.

so he erased them. again and again.

trashed the songs. deleted the files. ripped the pages from his notebook and threw them aside, watching as the words—his words, their words—were reduced to nothing more than discarded, crumpled paper on the floor.

but it didn’t stop.

it didn’t stop the ache.

didn’t stop the way his fingers shook when he reached for another blank sheet, knowing it would end up the same way.

didn’t stop the frustration that built in his chest, hot and suffocating, curling around his ribs like a vice.

"hyung."

the voice was soft, hesitant.

chan barely glanced up, recognizing the figure lingering in the doorway.

minho.

the younger guy leaned against the frame, arms crossed, eyes dark with concern.

chan knew that look. knew the way minho studied him, like he was trying to pick apart the pieces of him that had begun to unravel.

"you should go home," minho said after a beat.

chan exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. not this again.

"i’m fine."

minho’s eyes narrowed. "no, you’re not."

chan pressed his lips together, turning his gaze back to the screen, hoping minho would take the hint and leave it alone.

but minho never left things alone.

"you look like hell."

"thanks."

"that wasn’t a compliment."

chan sighed, rubbing at his temples. the headache that had been lingering for hours was starting to settle in, a dull, throbbing pulse at the base of his skull.

"i just need to finish this song."

minho’s expression didn’t change. "and then what?"

chan didn’t answer.

because he didn’t know.

didn’t know what came next.

didn’t know how to fix the mess he had made.

didn’t know how to stop feeling like he was drowning in his own emotions.

minho stepped further into the room, his gaze softening. "hyung."

chan swallowed. looked away.

"just let me work." his voice was quieter this time. almost pleading.

minho studied him for a long moment before exhaling through his nose.

"fine. but if you pass out from exhaustion, i’m dragging your ass out of here myself."

with that, minho turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.

chan sat there, staring at the empty doorway, his hands clenched into fists.

he should go home.

should rest.

should sleep.

but he wouldn’t.

because the moment he closed his eyes, you would be there.

in his memories. in his mind.

and he didn’t know if he could handle that.

present : five days in winter

the hospital was cold.

not the kind of cold that seeped into bones, but the kind that settled somewhere deeper, heavier. a silence that stretched too long, too empty, filled only with the steady beeping of machines and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the far wall. the scent of antiseptic lingered, clinical and distant, sterilizing not just the air but the very essence of the place.

chan had learned to hate that smell.

it clung to him now, in his black hoodie, in his hair, in the tired lines beneath his eyes.

five days.

it had been five days since he first walked into this room, five days since he first saw you lying there, still and unmoving, lost somewhere between sleep and unconsciousness.

and he hadn’t left.

not really.

sure, he went back to the dorm at night, sometimes. sometimes he sat in the studio, headphones on, staring at unfinished tracks that never seemed to progress beyond the first verse. but his mind was always here. with you.

and when he was here, he stayed for hours.

ignoring texts. ignoring calls. ignoring schedules that piled up like a stack of unopened letters.

he didn’t care.

he couldn’t.

because every time he walked into this room, every time he sat beside the bed and saw your still face, it felt like something inside him cracked just a little bit more.

the doctors had reassured him. told him there was nothing to panic over. that you were breathing fine. that your body was simply taking the rest it needed to heal. that waking up was a matter of time.

but what if time took too long?

chan exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. his fingers threaded through his curls, gripping the strands, frustration curling into his shoulders.

"you’re missing out on so much, you know?" his voice was quiet, barely more than a murmur. "the first real snowfall happened yesterday. the big kind. the kind you like."

he swallowed, glancing at your face. no movement. no response.

"some kids were playing in it. there was this little boy outside the café across the street. his mom was trying to get him to go inside, but he just kept throwing snowballs at his sister. reminded me of you."

a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"you always loved winter, even though you complained about the cold."

silence.

the only response was the quiet beeping of the monitor.

chan sighed, leaning back against the chair, letting his eyes drift up to the ceiling.

it wasn’t fair.

it wasn’t fair how time kept moving forward like nothing had happened, how the world outside still spun, still breathed, still continued—while in here, in this small, sterile room, everything felt suspended.

stuck.

frozen.

a soft knock came at the door. chan barely reacted as it opened, the familiar figures slipping inside.

hyunjin and felix.

both looked exhausted in their own way. felix had a bag of snacks in his hands, a feeble attempt at normalcy, and hyunjin’s face was tense, like he had spent too much time trying to convince himself he wasn’t worried.

"hyung," felix spoke first, his voice cautious. "you should go home for a bit."

chan barely glanced at him. "i’m fine."

"you always say that." hyunjin crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "and it’s never true."

felix sighed, walking over and placing the snack bag on the table.

"have you eaten?"

chan shrugged. he didn’t remember.

felix gave him a look before sighing again, softer this time. "she’s going to be okay, you know."

chan exhaled sharply.

"you don’t know that."

hyunjin scoffed. "don’t do.. that. don’t start with the worst-case scenarios. the doctors literally said she just needs time."

"yeah, and how long is that gonna take?" chan’s voice wavered, and he hated how it did. hated how the helplessness crept into his tone despite how hard he tried to shove it down.

hyunjin frowned, his expression softening just slightly.

"she’ll wake up," he said, quieter this time. "she’s strong."

chan swallowed hard. he knew that. knew it better than anyone.

but it didn’t make this any easier.

didn’t make the waiting any less agonizing.

felix sat down on the other side of the bed, glancing at your unconscious form. "she looks peaceful."

chan didn’t answer. he didn’t know if he could agree.

because to him, peace and stillness weren’t the same.

and this—this unbearable stillness—felt more like limbo.

like something unfinished.

like something waiting to break.

and god, he didn’t know how much longer he could take it.

the morning air outside the hospital was crisp, the early sun painting soft streaks of gold across the pale blue sky. inside, the hospital remained the same—a quiet combination of beeping monitors, hushed voices, and the sterile scent of disinfectant that had long since embedded itself into chan’s lungs.

he arrived early. earlier than usual.

not that it mattered—his sense of time had warped over the last six days, stretched thin between restless nights and hours spent sitting beside a bed that felt both too still and too fragile.

he pushed the door open slowly, careful not to let the hinges creak too loud, as if any noise might disturb you. but you hadn’t woken up yesterday. or the day before that. or the day before that.

still, chan had hope.

"morning, sleepyhead." his voice was soft, a little hoarse from exhaustion, but there was warmth in it nonetheless.

he shut the door behind him, moving to his usual chair beside the bed. his body moved on autopilot—placing his bag down, pulling out a bottle of water he wouldn’t drink, adjusting the blanket that didn’t need adjusting.

just something to keep his hands busy.

something to stop the weight in his chest from pressing too deep.

"you missed another sunrise," he murmured, fingers ghosting over the back of your hand. "it was a pretty one, too. all pink and orange—one of those skies you’d probably take a million pictures of and never post."

a weak smile tugged at his lips as he exhaled. "i can already hear you scolding me for not taking one for you."

silence.

the beeping of the machines remained steady. the slow, gentle rise and fall of your chest didn’t falter.

chan swallowed.

he shifted, resting his forearms on the edge of the bed. his fingers absentmindedly traced over your knuckles—slow, barely-there movements, as if they might break under the weight of his touch.

"remember that one time we tried making that french hot chocolate you saw a tiktok of, and ended up burning it?" he huffed a soft chuckle. "you were so mad. said i ruined the perfect winter aesthetic. but then you tasted it anyway, and we both agreed it wasn’t that bad. we even made it again, just to prove we could do it properly."

he exhaled through his nose.

"i think about stuff like that a lot."

he swallowed again, throat thick, voice quieter. "i think about you.. a lot."

his fingers curled around yours, gentle, firm. "you’re not allowed to keep me waiting too long, you know. my patience only goes so far."

the day passed like that.

slowly.

like wading through water.

chan sat beside you, talking sometimes, falling into silence at others. occasionally, he’d lean back and let his eyes slip shut, only to jolt them open again minutes later, unwilling to let himself fully drift.

the others didn’t visit today.

he was grateful for that.

he didn’t want to share this space.

not today.

not when he felt so—raw.

evening settled before he realized it. the room darkened except for the faint glow of the bedside lamp. outside, the city continued—cars honking, streetlights flickering on, the world moving forward as if nothing had changed.

chan hadn’t moved much.

still in the same chair.

still holding your hand.

his thumb rubbed slow circles against your skin.

the exhaustion was catching up to him again.

he fought it.

tried to ignore the heaviness in his limbs.

tried to push past the way his blinks grew slower, the way his head tilted slightly forward.

but eventually, he gave in.

just for a second.

just long enough for his body to sag, for his grip on your hand to loosen slightly, for the warmth of your skin against his to lull him into something shallow, something that wasn’t quite sleep but wasn’t entirely wakefulness either.

minutes passed.

then—

a twitch.

a faint pressure.

the smallest tug against his hand.

his eyes snapped open instantly, breath catching in his throat.

he jolted upright, gaze flickering down to your fingers—his heart hammering against his ribs.

had he imagined it?

had his mind finally started playing tricks on him?

no.

because there it was again.

a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch of your fingers against his.

his breath shuddered.

"hey—" he whispered, eyes wide, gripping your hand a little tighter. "hey, love, can you—?"

the door creaked open before he could finish.

the nurse stepped inside, clipboard in hand, but the second she saw the look on his face—saw the way his hands trembled slightly as he held yours—her expression shifted.

"what’s wrong?"

chan exhaled, barely able to find the words. "she—she moved."

the nurse’s eyes widened before she swiftly turned back toward the hall.

"doctor!"

chan barely registered the next few moments.

footsteps.

voices.

the doctor entering, the nurse moving to check the monitors, the air shifting into something more urgent—but not panicked. not alarming. just… observant.

"vitals are stable," one of them murmured.

"it’s a good sign," another reassured.

chan sat there, unmoving, barely breathing as he watched them work—checking, adjusting, monitoring.

. . .

darkness.

it is soft, quiet, weightless. a vast ocean with no shore in sight, where time does not exist, where thought drifts like mist, thin and shapeless. you are floating, untethered, caught in the liminal space between nowhere and somewhere. there is no urgency, no need to wake, no pressing demand. just the silence. just the stillness.

then—something shifts.

a sound.

faint. a murmur against the quiet.

it trickles in like light through the cracks of a door, hesitant yet persistent. a voice. low, gentle, carrying the weight of something you cannot yet name.

you want to reach for it.

but your body is heavy, limbs sinking, lungs thick with something dense and unmovable. the darkness doesn’t want to let you go. it tugs at you, pleading, desperate to keep you here, to keep you safe, to keep you—

another voice.

closer this time.

then—a touch.

warm, real.

a thumb brushing over your knuckles, a soft squeeze, something grounding in the haze.

the weight in your chest shifts. not gone, but different. a tether, a pull toward the surface. the nothingness that held you so gently begins to peel away, unraveling thread by thread, revealing something beyond the void.

your fingers twitch.

there is a sharp inhale—someone else’s, not yours.

the silence ripples.

then— light.

blinding, even through the barrier of your closed eyelids. it seeps in like an intrusion, pushing back against the murk of unconsciousness.

your head throbs. your throat is dry. your skin feels strange, as if it doesn’t belong to you.

then, after what feels like forever—

you open your eyes.

at first, there is nothing but a blur. a smear of color, shifting shapes, movement too fast for your sluggish mind to process. you blink, once, twice, and the world slowly begins to sharpen.

white walls. fluorescent lighting. the steady beeping of machines.

a hospital.

the realization comes sluggishly, like trying to recall the details of a dream upon waking. you start to remember how you got here. you remember why.

but then—

"y/n?"

a voice.

your gaze flickers to the source, slow and unsteady, as if your body is learning how to exist all over again.

chan.

he is beside you, close, his body half-perched on the chair, half-leaning toward you like he doesn’t trust the space between. his hands are on yours—solid, warm, trembling.

his eyes, wide with something that looks like relief and devastation twisted into one, are locked onto your face as if looking away might shatter you back into nothingness.

your throat is raw when you try to speak.

nothing comes out.

chan moves instantly, reaching for the cup on the bedside table. you watch, dazed, as he adjusts the straw, his movements quick but careful, and then he’s guiding it to your lips.

"here. just a sip."

you take it.

the water is cool, soothing against your throat, but your body feels unfamiliar, unsteady, as if you are a guest in your own skin. you pull away after only a small sip, and he sets the cup back down.

his hand returns to yours.

like it never left.

there is a moment of silence.

then, softly—

"you scared me."

his voice cracks. just slightly. barely noticeable, but you hear it. feel it.

the weight of it settles in your chest.

you swallow. try again.

"how long?"

the sound of your own voice surprises you. it is hoarse, fragile, barely more than a whisper.

chan exhales, running a hand through his curls. he looks exhausted, like sleep has been a stranger to him for far too long.

"six days."

you blink.

your mind tries to grasp the number, the weight of it, but everything feels slow, like you are running through molasses.

"i was… asleep?"

"more like unconscious," he corrects, his thumb brushing absently against your knuckles. "the doctors said it wasn’t too dangerous, but—"

he stops. shakes his head.

"it felt dangerous to me."

your chest tightens.

his fingers curl around yours, firmer now, as if testing to make sure you are real.

"you wouldn’t wake up," he murmurs, voice quieter now. "no matter how much i talked to you, no matter how much i—" he exhales, shaking his head. "i thought—"

he stops himself.

his jaw clenches.

you squeeze his hand.

his gaze snaps to yours immediately, like the smallest movement from you is something monumental.

you clear your throat, trying to fight past the dryness, past the exhaustion clinging to your bones. "i’m here."

it’s not much.

but it is enough.

chan swallows hard, his lips pressing together, and for the first time, you see it. the glassiness in his eyes, the way his breath shudders, the way relief sits so heavy on his shoulders it almost looks like it might break him.

"yeah," he exhales. "yeah, you are."

the tension in the room softens. the air shifts.

you watch as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing the lightest kiss against the back of it.

his eyes shut for a moment, like he is trying to ground himself in the sensation.

when he opens them again, there is something softer there.

"don’t scare me like that again, yeah?"

his voice is steady, but you can hear the emotion beneath it.

you give the faintest nod, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"i’ll try."

it’s the best you can offer.

and for now—

it is enough.

the moment chan’s hand was gently pried away from yours, a chill settled over your skin, one that had nothing to do with the temperature of the hospital room. his warmth had been the only thing tethering you to something familiar, something steady. but now—now it was gone.

"mr. bahng, we need you to wait outside while we check on her," one of the nurses had told him. a request, but also not.

you had seen the hesitation in his eyes, the reluctance, the way his fingers had twitched as if they didn't want to let go. but he listened. because it was for you. because it was what was needed.

now, the door clicked shut behind him, and the room felt bigger. louder, with the beeping of the monitors, the shuffle of nurses moving around you, the crinkle of gloves being pulled on.

“alright, sweetheart, we’re just going to do a quick check-up, alright?” the nurse closest to you—an older woman with kind eyes and soft hands—offered you a reassuring smile as she reached for your wrist, checking your pulse. “you’ve been through quite a bit, so let us know if anything feels off.”

you swallowed, throat still dry, but nodded.

the world still felt slow, like you were wading through water. the dull ache in your limbs, the stiffness of your joints—it was a strange thing, waking up in a body that had been still for so long.

someone else adjusted the iv drip beside you, and you felt the cool trickle of medicine entering your veins.

“you were lucky, you know.” the nurse’s voice was light, almost teasing. “your injuries could have been a lot worse.”

your injuries.

the words settled over you like a distant echo. you had almost forgotten.

“what.. what else happened?” your voice was rough, barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of something fragile.

the nurses exchanged a glance. then, the older woman—the one who had spoken first—tilted her head slightly. “do you remember anything?”

your brows furrowed, but you managed a light nod.

the memory was there, hazy and fractured, like a dream slipping through your fingers the harder you tried to hold onto it.

the road.

the red light.

the blur of headlights.

the sound—

your stomach twisted.

“i—” you swallowed hard. “a car accident.”

the nurse nodded. “yes. you were brought in unconscious. you woke up for a few minutes, you remember any of that? some injuries—nothing too major, but enough to keep you out for a few days.”

a few days.

that still didn’t feel real.

you exhaled shakily, trying to absorb the information, but your mind felt slow, reluctant to process everything all at once.

the nurse squeezed your hand gently. “you’re going to be okay, sweetheart. you just need some time to heal.”

there was a soft rustling as another nurse adjusted the pillows behind you, shifting your body slightly so you were more upright. the change in position sent a wave of dizziness through you, but you didn’t protest.

a few more checks—light in your eyes, testing reflexes, changing out bandages. you winced when they cleaned one of the scrapes along your arm, but the nurse was quick to murmur a gentle, “i know, sweetheart, almost done.”

then, just as she was finishing up, her voice took on a different note.

“your boyfriend, by the way,” she said casually, as if the words weren’t about to send your heart into a spiral, “has been coming in every day since we called him.”

you froze.

the nurse didn’t seem to notice. she kept adjusting the blankets around you, her tone light. “your emergency contact, right? he looked ready to drop everything the second we rang him.”

your lips parted, but you didn’t know what to say.

boyfriend?

boyfriend.

your thoughts fumbled over the word.

the nurse chuckled softly. “oh, don’t look so surprised, sweetheart. it was obvious. the way he was hovering over you, holding your hand like he was afraid to let go? if that’s not love, i don’t know what is.”

your heart did something strange in your chest. a slow, twisting motion that left warmth blooming in its wake.

“he’s been here every single day,” she continued. “for hours. sometimes the whole day. we had to practically force him to go home and rest.”

your fingers curled slightly against the sheets.

“he talks to you, too,” she added with a small smile. “like you could hear him. maybe you could, who knows?”

you swallowed, trying to ignore the way your throat suddenly felt tight.

“he would just sit here, holding your hand, telling you about his day. about how the weather was. about how your friends were worried about you.”

the warmth in your chest grew.

“he even told you stories,” she said, shaking her head fondly. “little things. things that probably wouldn’t matter to anyone else, but he told you anyway. like you were just asleep and he was waiting for you to wake up and respond.”

something swelled in your throat.

you hadn’t been aware.

you had been floating in that quiet, in that darkness, not knowing that he had been right there.

“i think,” the nurse said after a pause, a small knowing smile tugging at her lips, “he really, really cares about you.”

your breath hitched.

the words settled deep into your bones, warming the spaces you hadn’t realized were cold.

chan had been here. everyday.

talking to you.

waiting for you.

your fingers brushed over the blanket absently, heart thrumming in your chest.

the nurse gave your hand a final squeeze before stepping back, gathering the used bandages and tools into a tray. “alright, sweetheart, we’re done here for now.”

another nurse adjusted your iv, and the beeping of the monitor remained steady, rhythmic, like a quiet reassurance.

“we’ll let your boyfriend back in now,” the older nurse teased lightly. “poor thing’s probably pacing a hole into the floor out there.”

you huffed a soft, breathy laugh, shaking your head slightly.

and then, the door opened.

and chan stepped in.

the door clicked shut behind him, but you barely noticed.

he stood just a few steps inside the hospital room, his breath caught somewhere in his chest, eyes searching yours like he needed proof—proof that you were really awake, that you were really, fully, looking at him.

you blinked at him, your throat tight, your fingers curling against the thin hospital blanket.

there was something about him. something different.

the exhaustion was written all over his face—his skin paler than usual, dark shadows pooled beneath his eyes, his shoulders slouched in a way that didn’t belong to him. his curls were disheveled, as if he had run his fingers through them too many times.

but it wasn’t just the fatigue. it was something deeper. a hesitation in the way he stood, a carefulness in his every breath, like he was afraid to move too quickly, afraid to shatter the fragile moment between you.

afraid you’d send him away.

a lump formed in your throat.

“you stayed,” you whispered.

his breath trembled as he exhaled, and then—then he was moving.

not rushing, not lunging, but stepping forward, crossing the space between you with a quiet desperation.

the chair beside your bed scraped slightly against the floor as he sank into it. his hands, shaking just barely, hovered over yours before he swallowed and finally—finally—took your fingers in his.

a choked, breathy laugh left him, something wet and exhausted and disbelieving all at once.

“of course i stayed,” he murmured.

you let out a shaky exhale, glancing down at his hands. he was warm, solid, real.

but then, something flickered over his face. his brows pulled together, his jaw tightening.

“i—” he sucked in a breath, struggling for words, his grip on your fingers tightening just slightly.

you knew that look.

he was overthinking.

regret, guilt, pain—all of it flickered in the depths of his tired brown eyes.

“i—” he tried again, then exhaled sharply. “i’m so, fucking sorry.”

your lips parted.

“for everything,” he continued, voice thick. “for the argument, for—” his voice cracked. “for not talking to you. for letting my frustration—” he broke off again, shaking his head, his fingers tightening around yours. “i should have—should have been better.”

you swallowed.

your vision blurred, the weight of everything pressing into you.

you had both been hurting. both been so lost in your own emotions, in your own pain, that you had pushed each other away.

and now—now he was here. holding your hands like they were something precious, like he had been waiting for this moment for far too long.

tears welled in your eyes, slipping down your cheeks before you could stop them.

“chris,” you whispered, shaking your head, your own fingers tightening around his.

his gaze snapped up to yours, as if the sound of his name was something he had been waiting to hear.

you swallowed, blinking through the blur of your tears.

“i’m sorry, too,” you murmured.

his lips parted, something raw and vulnerable flashing across his face.

“i—” your breath hitched. “i shouldn’t have—shouldn’t have let my frustration get the best of me either.” you shook your head, swallowing hard. “i should have—should have listened more, should have—” your voice cracked. “i missed you.”

a sharp breath left him.

“you don't need to apologise. it's none of your fault, all mine, love. i missed you too,” he whispered.

and then—then he was leaning forward, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

you closed your eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of him—the faint traces of cologne, the warmth of something undeniably him.

his breath trembled against your skin.

“i thought—” his voice was barely above a whisper. “i thought i lost you.”

your heart clenched.

you shifted slightly, letting go of one of his hands so you could cup his face instead. your thumb brushed over his cheek, over the warmth of his skin.

his breath hitched, and then—then his own hand covered yours, holding it against his face, as if grounding himself in the feeling of you.

you swallowed, blinking rapidly against the tears in your eyes.

“i love you,” you whispered.

his breath stuttered.

then, before you could even fully process it, his arms were wrapping around you, pulling you into him, holding you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

you buried your face into his shoulder, your fingers clinging to the fabric of his hoodie, the warmth of him settling deep into your bones.

neither of you spoke for a moment.

just breathing. just existing.

just feeling the weight of everything that had been broken and the quiet, fragile way it was coming back together.

then—his voice.

soft. shaky.

“thank you for forgiving me.”

you swallowed.

his fingers curled around the back of your hospital gown, his forehead pressing against the side of your head.

“i’ll make up for it every day,” he murmured.

your breath hitched.

you pulled back just slightly, just enough to see his face, and then—then you cupped his cheeks again, tilting his head down slightly as you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead.

he let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut, hands still clutching at you.

your thumb brushed over his cheek again.

“just stay,” you whispered.

his lips parted.

then, slowly, he nodded.

and as he pulled you back into his arms, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, to the crown of your head—

you knew.

you knew that, no matter how broken things had felt, no matter how lost you had both been—

you had found your way back to each other.

and that—

that was enough.

“i love you so, so, much more, sunshine.”

now playing . . . don't leave me, my love by colde

please don't leave my side, i hate nights without you.your heart cannot be changed. what am I going to do again now?

제발, 내 곁에서 떠나가지 말아요, 그대 없는 밤은 너무 싫어. 돌이킬 수 없는 그대 마음. 이제 와서 다시 어쩌려나?

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linoxpudding · 3 days ago

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Gold Digger Pt. 2- (Chan, Lee Know)

summary: aftermath of him calling you a gold digger, some classic grovelling

pairing: bang chan x reader, lee know x reader

genre: angst, fluff, comfort

Part One

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

Lee Know

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chxnsgirl · 18 hours ago

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Hi girlie ! Love love love your work, i was wondering if I can request something extra cute like give me all the fluff you’ve got ! Like you’re married to Felix and have kids but the kids don’t know your name cuz dad always calls you sweetheart or princess or darling, and whenever somebody asks for you they’re like oh no I don’t know her lol like in this house it’s mr Felix Lee and Love Lee kind of vibe you know, thank you so much for considering! 🩷

this is so cute omfg - i also made felix have a girl dad moment because girl dad supremacy (i have daddy issues)

필릭스 ─── love lee

it’s a quiet, cozy morning in the lee household. sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the living room where felix is sitting cross-legged on the floor, carefully braiding your daughter’s hair.

six-year-old lily sits in front of him, wiggling excitedly as she watches her favorite cartoon on tv. "daddy, make sure it’s extra pretty today!"

felix chuckles, his tongue peeking out in concentration. "princess, i always make your hair extra pretty. i’m a pro at this now!"

across the room, you’re nestled on the couch, cradling your newborn son, theo, as he nurses peacefully. the soft suckling sounds and felix’s gentle hums fill the warm space, making it feel like the safest little world.

suddenly, lily speaks up, completely out of nowhere.

"daddy, what’s mommy’s real name?"

felix freezes mid-braid, his fingers pausing in her soft strands. his eyes flicker over to you, and a mischievous grin tugs at his lips. "mommy’s real name?"

lily nods, kicking her tiny feet. "yeah! my teacher said we should know our parents' real names in case we ever get lost or something."

felix snorts. "sweetheart, if you ever get lost, all you have to do is yell, ‘where’s love?’ and i promise, people will know exactly who you’re talking about."

lily huffs, clearly unimpressed. "daaaaddy, that’s not her real name! you always say ‘love’ or ‘princess’—but that’s not really her name!"

you stifle a giggle, adjusting theo in your arms as he lets out a tiny sigh. "well, your dad is just very used to calling me pet names, that’s all."

lily crosses her arms, determined. "but i wanna know!"

felix dramatically gasps. "wait a minute. are you saying mommy’s name isn’t actually ‘love lee’?!"

lily groans, flopping backward against her dad’s legs. "ugh! daddy, stop joking!"

you shake your head, laughing softly. "alright, alright. my real name is—"

but before you can say it, theo unlatches with a tiny smack and lets out a sleepy coo, stealing the moment.

felix, ever the dramatic one, grins and points at the baby. "see? even theo doesn’t wanna hear it. he knows you’re just mommy, the most beautiful, loving mommy ever."

lily lets out an exasperated sigh but eventually giggles, turning around to wrap her arms around felix’s neck. "you’re so silly, daddy."

felix presses a kiss to her cheek, still grinning. "that’s why you love me."

she nods, then looks over at you, eyes twinkling. "i think i like love, too."

your heart swells. "then ‘love’ it is."

©chxnsgirl do not repost, translate, or copy my works in any way, shape, or form.

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wendyyyyyyyy · 1 day ago

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"Jealous of himself"

Pairing : I.N x fe! reader (established relationship)

Synopsis : You were fangirling over his magazine photoshoot shots only for him to ridiculously get jealous of himself because you were not paying attention to the real him.

Warning : Just pure fluff. No warning at all.

Enjoy!

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Jeongin was sitting right next to you. Right there.

And yet, you weren’t paying him a single ounce of attention.

No, because in your hands was a magazine—a magazine that contained his latest photoshoot, and you were currently losing your mind over it.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, clutching the magazine dramatically. “Who allowed this?! This should be illegal!”

Jeongin glanced at you, completely confused. “Uh… what should be illegal?”

You ignored him, flipping to the next page. “This entire photoshoot! Are you serious?! How do you even exist looking like this?”

He blinked. “Babe, I’m… literally sitting right next to you?”

You held up the magazine in front of his face. “No, because look at this! Are you seeing what I’m seeing? The jawline? The smirk? The eyebrows? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?”

Jeongin scoffed, pulling the magazine down so he could see your face. “I gave me the right? Because, you know, that’s me?”

You ignored him again, flipping to another page. “Oh my god, you’re actually unreal. This belongs in an art museum. No—he belongs in an art museum.”

A beat of silence.

Then Jeongin squinted at you. “…Did you just refer to me as if I’m a different person?”

You waved him off, eyes still glued to the pictures. “Magazine Jeongin just hits different.”

Jeongin let out an incredulous laugh. “I—EXCUSE ME?”

You kept flipping pages, completely entranced. Meanwhile, Jeongin sat there, watching you in absolute disbelief, arms crossed, lips slightly parted like you had just personally offended him.

“I can’t believe this,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m sitting RIGHT HERE, but somehow I’m getting ignored in favor of… me?”

You hummed, barely registering his words. “Ugh, I just love him so much.”

Jeongin gasped. “OH, SO YOU LOVE HIM?”

You finally looked up, blinking at him. “Uh… yeah?”

His jaw dropped. “THE HIM IN THE MAGAZINE?!”

You had to press your lips together to keep from laughing. “I mean… look at him. He’s—”

“Nope.” Jeongin stood up dramatically, shaking his head. “I refuse. I REFUSE to be jealous of MYSELF.”

You finally lost it, bursting into laughter so hard you almost dropped the magazine. “Jeongin, babe, are you seriously mad right now?”

“Yes!” he huffed, crossing his arms. “Because my own girlfriend is simping for a printed version of me while ignoring the real me sitting right next to her! This is actual insanity.”

You wiped away tears from laughing so hard. “Oh, baby, are you pouting right now?”

“I am not pouting.” He was definitely pouting. His cheeks were puffed out slightly, lips pursed, eyes narrowed at you like you had personally betrayed him.

“Aw, my baby’s jealous,” you teased, setting the magazine down and reaching for him.

Jeongin took a step back, dodging your hands. “No. Go cuddle your precious magazine Jeongin.”

You gasped dramatically. “You don’t want my love anymore?”

“I do, but apparently I have competition,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “And the worst part? The competition is ME.”

That sent you into another fit of laughter. “Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?”

He huffed, still acting offended, but you could see the corners of his lips twitching. He was trying so hard not to laugh, but his own jealousy was just too funny to stay mad.

Deciding to push his buttons further, you sighed dreamily. “Honestly… I think I should frame this.” You picked up the magazine again, flipping to your favorite picture of him. “Maybe put it on my nightstand so I can look at him every night before I sleep.”

“Oh, that’s it,” Jeongin groaned, snatching the magazine right out of your hands.

“HEY—”

“You’ve lost magazine privileges,” he announced, holding it above his head where you couldn’t reach.

You whined, trying to grab it back. “Give it back!”

“Nope. You can have me instead.”

You paused, blinking at him. “Wait… so you want me to simp over you in real life?”

He smirked, tucking the magazine under his arm. “Obviously. If you’re gonna drool over me, at least let me see it in person.”

You rolled your eyes, finally giving in and wrapping your arms around his waist. “You’re so dumb.”

“And yet, you love me,” he sang, letting the magazine drop onto the couch so he could pull you closer.

“Unfortunately.”

He gasped. “Unfortunately? Wow. Maybe I should let magazine Jeongin have you then—”

You shut him up with a kiss, effectively wiping the smirk off his face. When you pulled away, he was looking at you, slightly dazed, but with the biggest grin.

“Okay, fine. Real-life Jeongin wins.” you teased, poking his cheek. “Now, go get my magazine.”

“Absolutely not.”

And just like that, your ridiculous boyfriend won the dumbest battle of jealousy in history.

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Happy belated birthday to our maknae on top 🎂

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hyunestrella · 3 days ago

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★༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 . SKZ .

★༉ SUMMARY. Telling your skz partner that you’re pregnant.

★༉ PAIRING. Ot8 Stray Kids x AFAB! Reader.

★༉ GENRE. Fluff, humour, slice of life.

— ss count. 8.

— warnings. swearing, mentions of pregnancy.

— notes. part 2 of this masterpiece. enjoy pls it was hard to be funny!

— masterlist.

☆⌁ CHAN , MINHO & CHANGBIN !

☆⌁ HYUNJIN , JISUNG & FELIX !

☆⌁ SEUNGMIN & JEONGIN !

★༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

@liknws , @l3visbby , @hyunverse , @sunboki , @choiwonder , @nebulousbookshelf , @dailyyhyvne , @shakalakaboomboo , @viviixlyy , @fxckingshame , @skz-streamer , @dollschan , @tsukkisdoll , @4ln-stay8 , @queen-in-the-shadows , @h4untedgrl , @minniesuperversee

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moon-ttokki-x · 2 days ago

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relight me - skz x 9th member with ed!reader

pairing: ot8!skz x ed!reader

summary: when a once-strong light burns out, someone must relight it.

genre: idol! au, lots of comfort, angsty. mentions of ed, purging, skipping meals, throwing up, self-consciousness, hypervigilance, mentions of reader having a period (it doesn't happen dw) also . . . i'm well aware the title for reader in this one is a little bit primitive but that's the best way i could describe the fic mbmb

a/n: eat, eat, you EAT <3 div by @seulzitos

"Y/n, come and eat!"

You turn towards your opened bedroom door, looking with mild displeasure at Changbin. He can tell you're not pleased with the interruption.

Setting your pen down and rather fiercely slamming your laptop, you move to the door and attempt to push it shut, only to be blocked by Changbin's firm, solid frame.

"Move," you hiss at him. "Let me work."

He gazes at you coolly, his hair fluffy and messy, large black glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose.

"It's almost half past eight, Y/n. Eat any later than this and you'll feel sluggish in the morning. You've been shut up in your room for too long now. Please?"

You shake your head stubbornly. "Five more minutes."

Changbin actually laughs then. "You said that three hours ago. Take a break."

"No." Your feeble argument does nothing to persuade him. In reality, you'd just been biding your time in your room until everyone went to sleep so you wouldn't have to eat.

His gaze narrows. "I'm gonna tell Chan-hyung if you don't come and eat something. Please don't make me do that. You know how he gets."

You groan so loudly you think the entire dorm hears it. Storming back into your room, you messily reorganize a few papers before grudgingly following Changbin into the dorm kitchen. Your heart pounds harder with every step you take.

Stupid. You really thought no one would notice.

Entering the kitchen, you see most of the boys already seated. Jisung and Jeongin are busy fighting over a piece of fried chicken, Minho and Felix looking on in amusement. Seungmin is on his phone, minding his own business at the end of the table, and Han and Chan are discussing some 3RACHA schedule adjustments for the next week, eating in rather a civilised manner compared to the other members. Hyunjin comes out of the kitchen holding a couple of extra plates, and he sets them down just as Changbin pushes you gently towards the group.

You exhale and sit down next to Felix, who's busy digging his way through a container of noodles. There's been no time lately to cook since schedules have been so busy, and Chan finally gave in when the members pleaded to have takeout for the fifth time after dance practice.

Not you. You disappeared as soon as the practice session ended. You've been so isolated lately that it almost feels strange to be around the members, to watch their antics and listen to their bickering. And normally, being around them would fill you with energy and you would gladly join in, but something inside you tells you to hold back and be quiet. Keep your head down, eat as little as possible, repeat.

Again and again and again.

The thoughts hang heavy in your mind as you're handed a plate. Gulping, you spoon out the smallest possible portion that you can handle without the others noticing the size of it. It's barely half a plate.

"Y/nnie!" Hyunjin calls. "Aren't you gonna eat more? You've been working harder than old man Chan-hyung lately."

Chan lightly slaps the boy upside his head and detaches the piece of fried chicken from within Jeongin and Jisung's shared grip. He lightly chides them and their bickering stops momentarily, hunger taking over pettiness. For the time being, anyway.

Hyunjin has managed to draw everyone's attention to your plate and it's immediately filled with several more portions, the boys chiding you affectionately and heaping more food onto the ceramic. The sight of it makes you want to throw up, and you fight the sudden surge of anger rising in your chest. You want to throw the plate at Hyunjin's face.

But you don't, so you sit and seethe as the boys settle down to eat, munching through sides and conversing cheerily with each other. You feel none of the joy of sharing a good meal with friends; just a cold, dead numbness that makes you feel like a disconnected power plug compared to all the others. You watch them eat platefuls without blinking, without caring, and part of you wishes you could do the same, but it's too much to ask.

Besides, you think, looking down at your plate, it's for the better. Hunger will keep me sharp.

You bite your lip and take tiny, tiny mouthfuls of the food; barely even forkfuls while you try and make up an excuse to leave the table. You could pretend that something urgently needs working on; the new choreo, maybe? No... Minho will force you to sit and eat before you leave.

Or you could say you feel sick, but you don't have a temperature or any physical ailments, and you've been fine since this morning. Not really an option either.

You could also just sit and eat like a normal human being, but the last thing you want is a full stomach, or a stomach with anything in it. And you've already tried purging and it's too messy and loud, so that's out of the question too.

You think about putting on some theatrical display of feeling sick or overtired but you just don't have the energy. And if you get up and just leave, all of them will come and pester you. The last thing you want right now is to talk about it.

Felix nudges you lightly and you almost shoot him a glare, but you reign it in. It's Felix.

"You feeling, okay, Y/n?" He asks quietly, smiling. "You look a little pale."

You thank your stars, and Felix. He's just given you an opportunity to escape. You feign a slow, tired expression.

"Yeah," you say quietly. "I just- I feel a bit sick."

His expression changes to one of affectionate concern and he places a hand over your forehead. "You don't feel warm... maybe it's because you're working too much that you feel sick."

You groan inwardly just as Chan looks your way, checking up. He raises an eyebrow in mild concern and you wince a little, signalling that you want to leave. You feel confident for a minute that he'll let you leave, because he always says yes, understanding that the bickering and noise gets too much for you sometimes. But he just shakes his head and points to your plate, mouthing "Eat.".

He. Shakes. His. Head.

You almost gape and consider getting up anyway, but the prospect of him finding everything out is almost too much to bear. The thought of being exposed makes shame burn through your veins, though it hasn't even happened, and you begin to feel the familiar, heavy inferiority settle in your gut like a teary, reprimanded child.

There's one last, desperate resort.

"I'm going to the bathroom," you murmur to Felix. "I think I got my period."

He nods, and you hope that Chan doesn't call you out as you stand and begin to walk away, every nerve tense. Thankfully, he doesn't, and you make it to your bedroom without trouble, shutting the door heavily behind yourself.

You open the door to the bathroom and immediately step on the scale, just to check that nothing's added itself on. You exhale a sigh of relief at the sight of the numbers decreasing just slightly.

Phew.

You lock the bathroom door and sit on the cold tiles, waiting. You can kill time for a while and then pretend to fall asleep on your bed. No way the boys will tell you off when they find out you just happened to fall asleep due to your consistent early schedules.

You sigh and reach into one of the drawers, pulling out a pad. Ripping the item off of the patterned plastic, you fold the sticky tabs back in and tuck in back in the drawer. You throw the plastic in the bin, making sure to run the tap for a few seconds so it looks like you've put a pad on and washed your hands. Felix uses your bathroom sometimes too because Hyunjin takes so long in their shared one, so you have to keep up the guise of the sudden arrival of a period.

Sighing, you open the bathroom door and are met with Chan. Your heart drops out of your chest and flies out the window entirely.

"C-chan," you stutter feebly, pressing a hand to your chest. "You scared me."

"Sorry," he says quietly. "Felix told me you thought you got your period. Are you feeling okay?"

You nod. He has no idea about what's going on, and the thought makes you feel a sort of twisted pride at the realisation.

"Do you need anything?" he asks. Ever the leader.

You shake your head, risking the next sentence. "I'm gonna lie down for a while, though..."

"Do you want me to bring you something to eat?"

You think before responding, the thoughts flashing through your head quick as lightning. If you say yes, he'll being food and expect the plate to be finished when he comes to collect it from your room. If you say no, he'll get suspicious.

"Yes, please," you say weakly, even though the mere thought of ingesting something makes you want to throw up.

Chan nods and you lie down on the bed, fighting the urge to just spill everything to him. But you can't, so you stay quiet and watch as Chan brings your plate from the table and sets it gently on the bedside.

You expect him to leave, but he doesn't. He sits down on the end of the bed, and your nerves begin to fray a little, feeling irritated that he won't just leave you alone.

If that wasn't enough, you suddenly notice that the faint noises from the members in the kitchen are gone, replaced with a dull, eerie silence. You feel a bit sick until you spot familiar faces lingering near the doorway of your room, their silhouettes visible against the frame of light spilling from the hallway.

"Y/n," Chan says quietly. A cold dread sits in your stomach, chilling you to the stomach. You know exactly what's coming.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out before he can continue.

Chan doesn't even look surprised, and he runs a hand through his hair just as Changbin moves into the room, sitting on the bed next to him. He places a hand on your thigh.

A sinking feeling takes hold of your gut.

They already knew.

Chan starts to talk. "Y/nnie, we know what's been going on. You're not in trouble, okay?"

You groan. "Well, now I feel like I am."

Changbin can't help but chuckle a little, though it's quieter than his usual laugh. "We didn't stop you to begin with because we didn't want you to feel like we were keeping tabs on you."

"And we thought it was something you could handle on your own," Chan adds quietly. "It was wrong of us to stand by and let you do this to yourself."

"We're sorry, Y/n," Hyunjin adds from the doorway. "We thought we were helping by forcing you to eat, but clearly not. And I'm sorry for drawing attention to how much you were eating earlier."

A hot tear spills over the brim and burns a line down the soft skin on your cheek. "Why are you all apologising? I shouldn't have done it, I just felt so low and I couldn't bring myself to eat, and-"

This time it's Jeongin who moves to sit next to you on the bed, and he coos at you lightly, quieting you. "It's okay, Y/n. Most of us know how that feels. But the thing is, you don't have to lie to us. We'll never say anything judgmental to you about it."

You nod tearfully and let Chan stroke your hair lightly, the warmth helping to soothe the storm inside your head.

"Would it help if you could eat alone?" He says quietly. "When most of us were trainees, we weren't used to eating so much in front of others, so most of us ate separately from each other until we felt more confident. Would that help?"

You nod.

"Besides, if you do that," Changbin adds jokingly, "One day, you'll be able to stuff your face like we do."

For the first time in you don't know how long, an involuntary laugh bubbles out of your chest, quite unexpectedly, and for the first time, it feels right.

a/n: no one is allowed to cry on this 9th member fic like last time

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leewritesstuff · 3 days ago

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Lee Felix x Tsundere!Reader

Hi thank you for reading! I haven't made one of these in years and decided to start back!

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hyunbelievable · 23 hours ago

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Painted in Sin

Part one.

Summary: a heated one night stand in your new city leads to a world of hurt

This is the new story I’ve been working on! It will be an ongoing series as I write it, and I’ll be posting chapters often. This is NSFW, minors/ageless blogs will be blocked.

Genre: College AU, Non-Idol AU.

WARNINGS: NSFW, MDNI. Swearing, one night stand, unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), biting, marking/hickeys, alcohol consumption, student/teacher (college level 18+), overall tame but will become heavier as story progresses.

WC: 3.6k (lmao oops)

Chapter One:

The bar was dimly lit, jazz notes floating lazily through the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation and the occasional clinking of glass cups and silverware. You sit at the far end of the counter, one leg crossed over the other, your sketchbook perched on top of the bar, still infuriatingly blank.

With a defeated sigh, you press your pencil to the paper, tracing shapes without committing to any. It felt ironic to be an art student struggling to create, but something about the overwhelming newness of the city combined with the weight of tomorrow, left your mind empty.

You wince as the alcohol burns down your throat, tilting your head forward to let your hair fall like a curtain as you scan the room. The place wasn’t packed, but it had its share of interesting characters: a man in a suit nursing a scotch, a couple tucked into the corner laughing over shared secrets, and… him.

He sat a few stools away, one large hand wrapped around a glass of red wine, his head tilted slightly as if lost in thought. Shoulder length dark hair framed sharp features, and his eyes were observant; though they seemed focused on something far beyond the confines of the bar. He was the kind of man who looked effortlessly put-together, like he didn’t belong at this hole-in-the-wall bar, yet somehow, still fit in perfectly.

Your gaze lingers a moment longer than it should have.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you that it’s not polite to stare?,” he asks suddenly, his smooth voice teasing as he turns to pin you with his dark gaze.

Heat claws at your neck, but you refused to squirm. “She did,” you pause before adding, “But she also taught me to be observant in unfamiliar surroundings. I’m just being cautious.”

Full lips curve upward in a smirk as he shifts to face you fully. “Yeah? Consider me curious. Do I look like someone you have to be cautious of?”

You shrug, biting back the smile that threatens to bloom. “I haven’t decided yet.”

He chuckles, the sound warm and low, as he tips his head toward your sketchbook. “What are you working on?”

You glance down at your sketchbook, still covered in nothing more than little scribbles. Shutting it quickly, you lean back in your seat. “Nothing, apparently.”

“That’s a shame,” his voice softens, almost thoughtful. “You look like someone with something to say.”

Something about his comment tugs at you, a mix of curiosity and annoyance. Who the hell was this guy? Before you can come up with a witty retort, the bartender appears with a fresh glass of wine, sliding it across the counter with a hopeful expression. She grabbed the near-empty glass from his hand; her fingers deliberately brushing across his in the process.

But his eyes don’t leave yours.

She exhales a quiet, dejected sigh before walking off to tend to other patrons.

“New in the city?,” his voice was closer now, and when you glance over, you notice that he’d moved into the seat next to yours.

You blink, caught off guard by his accuracy. “That obvious?”

A soft hum escaped him, his dark eyes trailing over your face and lingering on your lips for just a moment too long.

“I’m observant too,” He murmurs, a corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. Then, his gaze flicks back toward the bartender. You follow his eyes, watching as she works her subtle charm on the other patrons. “She’s either very, very desperate for male company, or she’s brilliant. She knows a little flirting means bigger tips.”

You breathe out a soft laugh, “Well, she’s gorgeous so I highly doubt she has trouble getting attention.”

Time slipped away after that. Hours passing in a blur of laughter and clever observations, the two of you taking turns making inferences about the other patrons. The warmth of alcohol burned through your veins, loosening you and making everything feel lighter. For the first time in days, you’d forgotten about your empty sketchbook and the crushing weight of tomorrow.

It wasn’t until you checked your phone that reality slammed back into you. Your stomach drops slightly as you straighten in your seat. It was well past midnight, and you had an early morning looming ahead.

The room tilts when you turn toward him, a laugh bubbling up in your chest as you reach out, steadying yourself with a hand on his bicep. He was solid beneath your touch, the heat of his body warming your palm. Leaning against him to push yourself up, you nearly lose balance, your fingers slipping down his arm further as you catch yourself.

You open your mouth to apologize, but the words die on your tongue when your eyes meet his.

His gaze was heavy-lidded, dark eyes hooded from both the late hour and the alcohol. Hiding beneath it all, there was something else. A slow burning heat, as he watches you closely, as if waiting.

Your tongue drags slowly across your lips, wetting your dry mouth. His gaze drops instantly, following the movement, darkening further. Lazily, he skims a hand up the side of your leg, fingers trailing a heated path before resting on your hip. His grip tightens, further steadying you. When his eyes meet yours again, the air between you shifts. Charges.

The next few minutes blur together, flitting through your mind like a stop-motion film.

The two of you leave the bar, his arm wrapped around you securely. Drawn together like magnets, your hands roam over his broad shoulders; tracing the hard lines of his torso as you wait for the Uber. In the backseat, he lifts you into his lap, meeting you halfway in a passionate kiss. The kiss is hungry, urgent, a mess of bumping noses and clashing teeth that leaves you breathless. His hands slip beneath the hem of your shirt, branding your skin as his fingers trace the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine.

The Uber jolts to a stop outside his apartment and you pull apart, practically spilling out onto the pavement, laughing against his lips.

His hands never leave your waist. Instead, he chases your mouth with his own, barely breaking away long enough to slide his key into the lock. When the door clicks open, he doesn’t hesitate. He walks you backward into the dimly lit apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.

His grip tightens on your hips as he lifts you effortlessly, settling you onto the counter. You respond instantly, locking your legs around his waist, pressing him closer. His thumb grazes along your jaw before tilting your chin up, coaxing you to meet his gaze.

His dark eyes hold yours for a lingering moment before he lowers his mouth to yours again. This kiss is different, less urgent but no less consuming. The slow, deliberate press of his lips ignites a heat deep in your stomach, and you sigh softly, letting one hand drift to the hem of his shirt. Your fingers trail across the warm skin just above his waistband, eliciting a low, pleased groan from him.

He slides a hand around your neck, fingers threading into your hair before giving a gentle tug, tilting your head back as his tongue sweeps between your parted lips. Your hands push beneath his shirt, exploring the hard planes of his torso. He breaks the kiss just long enough to strip the fabric over his head, tossing it behind you. His touch follows soon after, fingers tracing up your thighs before stopping at the hem of your skirt.

Dark eyes meet yours once more, a silent question lingering within them. Do you want me to stop?

You answer without hesitation, guiding his hands beneath your skirt while holding his gaze. Don't stop.

Like a fraying rope pulled taut, his restraint snaps. He pushes your skirt up, lips trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck as his thumb presses against the damp fabric covering your core. A breathless sigh escapes you as anticipation coils tight in your stomach. His other hand skims across your waist, tugging at your shirt. You lift your arms to help him strip it away, leaving your chest bare beneath his heated gaze.

His lips part slightly as he takes you in, appreciation flickering in his expression before his smirk returns. He presses his thumb against your clit through the thin fabric, rubbing slow, teasing circles. A whimper escapes you, your legs trembling against his sides as he watches you unravel beneath his touch.

“So responsive,” he murmurs, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth. Then, without warning, he withdraws his hand.

A strangled noise leaves your lips at the sudden loss, and his dark laugh follows as he lifts you from the counter. One arm supports your back while the other pushes open a door, guiding you down a dimly lit hallway. The world around you fades into the background until you feel the cool press of satin beneath you. His bed.

You push yourself up onto your elbows just as he settles between your legs, knocking your thighs apart with his knee. He drags your skirt down your legs before deftly undoing his belt, freeing himself of his jeans and underwear in a single smooth motion.

His hands find yours, pinning them beside your head as he lowers himself over you, lips capturing yours in another heated kiss. He rolls his hips, the rigid length of him pressing against your center, separated only by the thin barrier of your panties. Even through the fabric, you can feel the heat of him grinding against you, pulling a desperate sound from your throat.

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he rocks into you again, creating a delicious friction that leaves you breathless. He releases one of your hands, trailing his own down to hook a finger under the waistband of your panties. With a slow tug, he slips the fabric aside, his fingers slipping between your folds.

You gasp as two long fingers sink into you, curling and stroking with precision. His palm drags against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you. He hums in approval, finding you slick and ready. His mouth slants over yours, swallowing your moans as he picks up the pace, working you open with each plunge of his fingers.

Your hips move instinctively, chasing the heat building within you, thighs trembling once more as your walls begin to flutter around his touch. Just as your pleasure peaks, he withdraws his hand.

A groan of frustration escapes you, your chest rising and falling with short, shaky breaths.

“I was —” you barely manage to pout in protest before he interrupts you, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I know,” he soothes, slipping his fingers into his mouth, tasting you with a deep hum. “I just needed a taste. I’ll make it up to you.”

His hands return to yours, pinning them back down as he positions himself between your thighs. You barely have time to steady your breath before you feel him, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. A shudder races through you, anticipation building within you. The second you open your eyes to meet his, he rolls his hips, sinking himself inside you in one slow, powerful movement.

Your lips part on a choked moan, back arching at the divine stretch as he fills you completely. He starts at a tortuous pace, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate strokes, each movement sending waves of pleasure through you. His gaze remains locked on yours, pupils blown wide, dark eyes nearly black with desire.

You can’t look away, transfixed by the way his expression shifts. Brows furrowing, lips parting as if in awe, his chest pressing flush against yours, heartbeat thundering against your own. You ground yourself by wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. The shift allows him to sink deeper, and his groan vibrates against your skin.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls, burying his face in your neck as his hips snap into yours harder. His fingers tense, gripping yours tighter as he lets out another low moan against your neck.

He releases your hands only to shift, pulling you with him as he leans back against the headboard, guiding you into his lap. His grip on your hips is firm as he helps you sink down onto his cock, groaning as you take him in. Your nails dig into his chest, tiny crescent-shaped marks marring his heated flesh.

You bring your lips to his throat, kissing and nipping a path to his ear before biting down gently on the soft skin of his earlobe. He hisses, head falling back against the headboard as he watches you through pleasure-hooded eyes. A smirk plays on your lips as you take advantage, sucking a mark onto the side of his neck.

He retaliates instantly, fingers tangling in your hair as he tugs, forcing your neck to arch. He brings his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you in return before dragging his tongue over the bruised skin to soothe the sting.

Your breath catches as he shifts beneath you, his cock hitting a spot deep inside you that makes stars spark behind your eyelids. He catches your reaction and chuckles darkly before repeating the motion, thrusting up into you with deliberate attention.

“Just like that,” you whimper, voice breathless as you let your head tip back. His hand slides between your thighs, thumb circling your clit in tight circles, keeping in rhythm with his punishing thrusts.

The tension inside you snaps suddenly, a choked cry tearing from your throat as your body clenches around him, pleasure coursing through your veins. You feel his cock twitch inside you as his breath stutters, his grip tightening as he gives a few more shallow thrusts before he follows you over the edge. A low groan escapes his lips as he spills inside you, and your body goes slack, muscles giving out as you collapse against his chest, body trembling.

You lie together for a few long moments, your heavy breathing the only sound besides the steady pounding of his heart beneath your ear.

Slowly, you sit up, easing yourself off of him. Before you can rise and begin the inevitable search for your discarded clothing, a warm hand slides around your waist. He tugs you back toward him, and you don’t resist, settling beside him and resting your head against his chest once more.

“It’s late. Why don’t you stay?” his voice is low, fingers tracing absentminded shapes on your skin.

Your eyelids are heavy, and your head begins to throb. The promise of sleep is tempting, but morning looms too close. Staying would be a mistake.

You force yourself upright, immediately missing the comfortable warmth of his touch as your feet hit the chilly hardwood floor. Plucking your skirt from the floor, you tug it on before slipping out of his room, navigating the dimly lit hallway toward the kitchen. Crossing your arms over your bare chest, you squint into the darkness, searching for your shirt, but it’s nowhere to be found.

Light floods the kitchen, and you wince. You turn to the doorway, where he stands with a smirk tilting his lips and your shirt dangling between two fingers. Wordlessly, you take it, slipping it on under his amused gaze before busying yourself with your phone, pulling up the Uber app.

His dark laugh follows you as you awkwardly step out into the cold, your breaths visible in the crisp air.

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By the time the Uber drops you off at your apartment, you barely have time to shower and fix your hair before heading out for campus.

Hooking up with a random guy from the bar wasn’t exactly how you pictured spending the night before starting at a new college. The lack of sleep is evident in the dark smudges beneath your eyes and the dull throb of a headache pulsing through your skull. Easing your car into a student parking spot, you take a deep, steadying breath.

With a coffee in one hand and your phone in the other, you navigate the campus. The layout is pretty straightforward: art majors grouped with music and performing arts. Your nerves settle once you find your first class of the day: Art History.

The day passes in a blur. You move with a group of fellow art students like a school of fish, eventually arriving at your last class: Studio Arts.

Walking into the room, two things become clear immediately. One, this class will undoubtedly be your favorite. And two, whoever designed this space put an incredible amount of care into making it beautiful.

The scent of paint and pencil shavings lingers in the air as you take in the room. Individual desks are arranged in a semicircle around the perimeter, leaving a wide open space in the center. Sunlight streams in golden arcs from the floor-to-ceiling windows along the expanse of the far left wall; illuminating the small easels, pens, paintbrushes, and palettes set atop each workspace.

But the most stunning feature is the wall behind the grand oak desk at the front. Spanning its entire length is a breathtaking mural — flowers of all kinds overlapping and blending together to create a striking cascade of bleeding-heart blooms.

Other students file in, each pausing to admire the display before claiming their desks. You hurry to one set near the large windows, sliding into your seat beside a petite girl with a black pixie cut and bright blue eyes. She tilts her head, offering you a small smile, which you return in kind. You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the door swings open again and the words die in your throat.

A man strides in, a bag slung over his shoulder and a laptop clutched in one hand. His steps are confident, purposeful, his attention locked on the desk at the front.

The girl beside you hides a giggle behind her hand, leaning closer.

“Oh, he’s cute. I think this is gonna be my favorite class,” she whispers conspiratorially, echoing your earlier thought, though for a completely different reason.

You don’t respond. Your jaw tightens, teeth grinding together as your gaze stays fixed on the man who has yet to look at the class.

Because you know what you’ll see when he does. Dark eyes filled with amusement and full lips curled into an ever-present, cocky smirk.

Panic grips your chest like a vise, squeezing the air from your lungs. The room feels smaller, as if the walls are pressing in. No. There’s no way. Impossible.

But then you see it — the incriminating smudge of purple peeking from beneath his collar. A perfect match to the one you’d hidden beneath your turtleneck sweater. Dropping the bag off his shoulder, he turns, casting his gaze around the room.

His eyes widen when they meet yours, just a fraction, the only crack in his carefully composed expression. But it’s enough.

Shit.

He recovers quickly, setting his laptop on the desk with an infuriating calmness. Meanwhile, your mind is in shambles and you’re sure it’s written all over your face.

His voice cuts through the hushed murmurs of the students. That voice. The same one you’d heard only hours ago, low and rough against your ear.

Those eyes, once dark with desire as he wrung pleasure from your body.

Those lips, once curved into a cunning smile as they bruised your own.

“Welcome to Studio Arts. If you’re in the wrong class, now’s your chance to run screaming.”

He pauses. His gaze sweeps across the room, assessing. You sink deeper into your seat, heat rising to your neck.

“I’m Professor Hwang. If you’re feeling brave, you can call me sir.”

Chatter breaks out amongst the students, a few girls giggling nervously.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re a world renowned artist or you’ve never held a paintbrush in your life. In this classroom, everyone is equal.” He leans back against his desk, arms crossing over his chest. “All I ask is that you show up and put in the work. So let’s get right into it. I’m not here to drone on and on about a syllabus.”

His eyes dart briefly to yours, and a nearly imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“I’d like each of you to introduce yourselves, to me and to each other, through your art. There are canvases and supplies on your desks. No rules. Just express yourself however you see fit.”

Uncrossing his arms, he stalks behind his desk and eases himself into his chair, his gaze sweeping around the room, locking onto each student one by one. When he reaches you, his gaze lingers.

“Show me who you are without using a single word.”

A moment of silence. Then, students begin sorting through their supplies, selecting different mediums for their work. You glance around, then down at your desk. Your fingers tighten around a granite pencil, the canvas before you offering nothing but a mocking expanse of white.

Blank. Just like your mind.

Your mind should be filled with ideas, but it’s empty. Focused solely on the feeling of those dark eyes burning into you from across the room.

What. The. Hell.

Fuck.

It’s only the first day of classes and you’ve already earned a reputation in your mind that you never wanted. You’re the girl who’s slept with her professor.

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As always, thank you reading! This is something I’ve been working on for weeks, and although I’m nervous to share it, I hope you enjoy!! 💓🤭

Comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are all greatly appreciated 💓💓

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This is a work of fiction. It is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to depict actual events or real-life personalities. I do not know or have any affiliation with Stray Kids or its members. Any similarities to real events are purely coincidental. No harm, defamation, or infringement is intended.

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linoxpudding · 2 days ago

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Morning Cuddles - Kim Seungmin

*gif credit goes to owner*

summary: the first time waking up in each others arms after confessing your feelings

pairing: kim seungmin x reader

genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

word count: 856 words

a/n: this is based on this request ♡ friends to lovers is so minnie coded, I love this puppy sm

morning cuddles series:

Chan Lee Know Changbin Hyunjin Jisung Felix I.N

Masterlist

~°~

Your woke up feeling your head was nestled against something firm yet comfortable, and as your senses slowly caught up, you felt the steady rise and fall of Seungmin’s chest beneath your cheek. His arms were loosely wrapped around you, his hoodie bunched up slightly where your fingers unconsciously clung to the fabric.

And then it hit you.

Last night.

Heat crept up your cheeks as the memories came flooding back.

You had been sitting right here, on this very couch, knees almost touching, hands fidgeting with the sleeves of your hoodie. The room was dimly lit, the quiet hum of the TV long forgotten as the weight of unspoken words filled the space between you.

“I need to tell you something,” Seungmin had said, his voice unusually hesitant.

You had swallowed hard, heart pounding, already sensing what was coming. “Me too.”

His fingers tapped anxiously against his knee. “You first.”

You had shaken your head, nerves tangling in your stomach. “No, you.”

A pause. And then, in a breath so soft yet so powerful, he had whispered, “I like you.”

Your breath had caught in your throat. “You do?”

Seungmin had let out a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah. A lot. And for a really long time.” His cheeks had been dusted pink, eyes flickering between your gaze and the floor. “I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t want to mess this up.”

Your heart had swelled at the vulnerability in his voice. “You could never mess this up,” you had assured, your voice just as shaky.

A beat of silence. Then, barely above a whisper, you had confessed, “I like you too.”

The relief on his face had been instant, a small, almost disbelieving smile tugging at his lips. “You do?” he had echoed, as if he needed to hear it again just to make sure.

You had nodded, mirroring his bashful grin. “A lot. And for a really long time.”

And just like that, the dam had broken.

You had spent hours talking, rediscovering each other in a way you hadn’t allowed yourselves to before. Every nervous laugh, every hesitant brush of fingers had felt like stepping into something both thrilling and terrifying.

There had been giggles when Seungmin had admitted he had planned a whole speech but forgot all of it the moment you looked at him. There had been playful nudges when you had confessed how many times you almost told him but chickened out. And there had been warmth—so much warmth—when he had shyly laced his fingers with yours for the first time.

And at some point, wrapped in the comfort of each other, exhaustion had settled in.

Now, in the hazy glow of morning, you realized neither of you had moved. Your legs were tangled, his hoodie still loosely hanging off your shoulders where he had draped it over you when you got cold. His cheek rested against the top of your head, his breathing deep and even.

You shifted slightly, just enough to tilt your head up, and nearly laughed at the sight.

Seungmin was awake, his eyes barely open, cheeks dusted pink as he stared at you—caught red-handed watching you sleep.

“Were you just staring at me?” you teased, voice thick with sleep.

His eyes widened slightly before he groaned, burying his face into his hoodie. “I wasn’t.”

You giggled, poking his side. “You totally were.”

Seungmin peeked out from behind his sleeve, his lips curving into a soft smile. “Okay, maybe I was.”

Your heart melted at the admission.

Neither of you moved to untangle from each other. If anything, Seungmin’s grip tightened ever so slightly. “So,” he murmured, voice still husky with sleep. “This means I get to call you my girlfriend now, right?”

Your face heated at the way he said it—soft, teasing, but with an underlying fondness that made your stomach flip.

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Yeah. And I get to call you my boyfriend.”

A real, genuine smile stretched across his face. “I like the sound of that.”

You sighed happily, nestling back against his chest. “Me too.”

Seungmin’s gaze lingers on you, studying your face like he’s trying to memorize every detail. Then, without hesitation, he buries his face against the crook of your neck, his warmth seeping into your skin. “This is weird,” he mumbles, voice muffled.

You laugh softly. “Which part?”

He exhales, the warmth of it sending shivers down your spine. “The part where I wake up next to you, and you’re not just my best friend anymore.” His fingers tighten slightly around your waist. “The part where I get to hold you like this.”

Your heart flutters at the quiet confession. Turning in his arms, you meet his gaze fully, your hand coming up to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Does it feel bad?” you ask, teasing.

Seungmin huffs, lips twitching. “No,” he admits. His voice softens as he tugs you closer, tucking you beneath his chin. “It feels… right.”

And just like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the rest of the world could wait.

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xoxo-lixie · 2 days ago

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Tough Guy ᝰ.ᐟ

Paring- Changbin x Reader

Summary- Y/N brags about Changbin on the phone, making him shy. He tries to act tough, snatches the phone, and silences her with a kiss—only for her to tease him even more.

Y/N lay sprawled out on the couch, phone pressed against her ear, a smug smile stretching across her lips. The apartment was peaceful except for the faint clatter coming from the kitchen—where her boyfriend, Changbin, was pretending not to listen.

She knew better.

“So, I’m just saying,” Y/N continued, kicking her legs up onto the armrest, “if there was an award for best boyfriend, Changbin would win. No competition. He’s just that perfect.”

From the kitchen, a utensil clattered onto the counter. Y/N smirked.

Her friend on the other end laughed. “Oh? And what makes him so perfect?”

“Oh, where do I even start?” Y/N drawled dramatically, making sure her voice carried. “First of all, have you seen him? Like, I get to wake up every day and see the most gorgeous man ever. It’s honestly unfair to everyone else.”

A muffled cough came from the kitchen. Changbin had his back turned, but she could see the tips of his ears glowing red.

She grinned. Time to turn it up a notch.

“And don’t even get me started on how strong he is. He picks me up like I weigh nothing.” Y/N sighed dreamily. “He could probably carry me with one arm while rapping flawlessly. Actually, scratch that—he has done that before.”

Changbin finally turned, narrowing his eyes at her. “Y/N.”

She waved him off, still talking into the phone. “Oh, and you should hear how deep his voice gets when he’s serious. Like, wow. It’s honestly illegal how attractive he is.”

Changbin groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but the pink on his cheeks was unmistakable. “Baby…” he muttered.

“Oh, oh! And you should see how soft he is when he thinks no one’s looking,” Y/N continued, biting back a laugh. “He acts all tough, but last night? He cuddled me so tight in his sleep and mumbled, ‘I love you’.”

Changbin’s head snapped up. “Y/N—”

She gasped dramatically. “Oh, no! He’s getting embarrassed!”

“I am not,” he huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m just—you’re lying.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you didn’t say you love me in your sleep?”

Changbin opened his mouth, then closed it. His jaw tensed as if he were searching for a counterargument. Finally, he grumbled, “…That’s not the point.”

Y/N beamed in victory. “See? He’s so cute.”

Changbin, unable to take any more of her teasing, strode toward the couch and plucked the phone straight from her hand.

“Hey!” Y/N protested.

Changbin held the phone up to his ear, his voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. “She has to go. She’s too busy embarrassing me.” Without another word, he hung up and tossed the phone onto the coffee table.

Y/N pouted. “Rude.”

Changbin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You really like talking about me that much?”

She grinned, reaching up to poke his cheek. “I mean, you are my favorite topic.”

He groaned, but his lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you love it,” she teased, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together.

He exhaled slowly, his tough-guy act crumbling under her playful gaze. Then, without another word, he leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

Y/N blinked when he pulled away, slightly breathless. “W-Whoa.”

Changbin smirked, finally regaining the upper hand. “That should keep you quiet for a bit.”

She stared at him for a moment before breaking into a laugh. “Oh, now you wanna act all cool?”

“Always been cool,baby,” he said smugly, though his pink ears betrayed him.

Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled him back down for another kiss. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night, tough guy.”

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seungfl0wer · 2 days ago

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*𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜*

Pairing: Minho x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Daddy!Minho, Degrading, (Slut and whore used), Orgasm denial, Chocking, Spanking, Oral(M), FaceFucking, Creampie, Unprotected sex, Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings

A/N: I’ve had this idea for awhile- kinda made it a little uhm- mean dom Minho lol so hope you enjoy.

-🖤

Minho had been gone for the day. Leaving for work early in the morning. Prying himself from you to get out the door. He had been gone for so long, and you were becoming incredibly needy. You texted him around 4 asking him if he was gonna be home soon. He’d texted back ‘not for a few more hours kitten’

As you waited you plopped yourself down on the couch sighing loudly. Not even the cats were coming to comfort you. You huffed whining loudly to no avail of course. You felt like you were going insane. Board and needy out of your mind you made your way to your room. Rummaging through the closet to find one of your toys to play with. Minho wouldn’t be home for at least a couple hours, so what he wouldn’t know wouldn’t hurt him right?

You rid yourself of your bottom lazily pressing the toy to your sensitive clit. Finally getting some relief, the first touch made you moan loudly. Body already arching from the bed. You had your whole body spread now getting yourself off to the thought of your boyfriend. Wanting nothing more than to have him come home.

Something you didn’t realize though was the Minho was watching. You had forgotten all about the cameras he had installed to watch the cats while he was gone. He would check them occasionally to check up on you. What he saw made an evil little grin come across his face. He watched as you toyed with your puffy clit, moaning loudly. Calling out his name as you grabbed ahold of the sheets. Oh was he gonna punish you, because you knew better. ‘Naughty thing’ he thought to himself. He made up some excuse to leave early, not telling you he was on his way to catch you in the act.

Unbeknownst to you as tears pricked at your eyes Minho had gotten home. You moaned out loudly finally cumming as your legs shook. In your daze you didn’t hear Minho opening the door. He stood there with that evil grin watching you “What do we have here?” He said from the door way.

Your body jumped at his words. “Minho I’m” you started to say before he cut you off.

“Who?” He said shooting you a glare.

“D-daddy I’m sorry” you said eyes avoiding his gaze.

“You’re sorry? You know better kitten.”

“I- I just missed you and I-“ you stuttered out.

“No excuses, you know you’re not supposed to touch yourself and especially not supposed to be playing with toys without me hmm?” He said in a stern voice.

“M’sorry” you said softly.

He moved to sit on the end of the bed patting his lap. You knew what he wanted but didn’t move. “M’sorry daddy please” you said trying to give him puppy eyes. Only for him to start counting. 1. 2. He started, you got up slowly slinking your way to him with a frown. You assumed the position laying your body over his lap. “Count”. He said before smacking your ass. “One” you whimpered out.

“Louder” he growled with another smack.

“Two” you said louder. He smacked your ass a few more times as you counted each becoming a bit harder as he rubbed it softly afterwards. The last smack was the hardest, making your body shoot up. “That one hurt” you whined looking back at him.

“It hurt? Is that why this bratty little cunt is dripping?” He growled pushing your body back down onto his lap. His hand roughly came down pushing his fingers into you with no warning. “This dirty little cunt is soaked? You sure it hurt that badly?” He said with a grin.

He pushed his fingers in and out of you his thumb coming up to press against your clit. “Daddy!” You cried out, your head feeling dizzy from his fingers working their magic. As you felt another high coming he could feel your body clenching around him making him chuckle. He removed his hands from you and before you could even whine he was man handling you in the bed. He pushed your body down, back against the bed. Your head was at the edge of the bed eyes glossed over as you looked up at him.

“Open that filthy mouth” he demanded as he lazily stroked his cock. You don’t remember when he took his pants off but they were gone. Thrown across the room somewhere with your own clothes. You looked up at him not really hearing what he had said. His hand found your face gripping it as he repeated himself “open. That filthy mouth don’t make me say it again.” He growled. And you did. Opening your mouth as wide as you could before Minho pushed in. His cock quickly filling your mouth.

He used your mouth roughly, fucking into it as his hands gripped at your hair. “That’s it- fuck take it- little brat couldn’t even wait for me to get home hmm? Such a little whore.” He groaned. His cock hit the back of your throat his head falling back at the feeling. Your hand moved on its own moving slowly down to your soaking cunt. His eyes shot to your hand smacking it away quickly. “You don’t learn do you?” He said with a low chuckle.

He leaned himself down as he fucked into your mouth. Hand coming down with a loud smack to your cunt. You jumped at the feeling head moving up taking more of him back your throat. “Fuck-“ he moaned out.

He quickly pulled out of your mouth maneuvering your body how he wanted it. He pushed your body down, stomach now laying flat on the bed before you felt him behind you. His cock head poking at your entrance. “Color” he said as he rubbed the head up and down.

“G-green” you mumbled out.

That’s all he needed to hear before he was pushing into you. His hands gripped at your hips as he fucked into you mercilessly. His cock head kissing your cervix so nicely. “I bet this is what you wanted huh? For me to catch you just so I’d punish you? Is that what you wanted kitten? Wanted me to treat you like the little slut you are?” He said.

Your brain was fuzzy however you knew you needed to answer “n-no- I- ah I just missed you” you cried.

“Missed me? So since you missed me you thought you could get yourself off without me hm? You know that I’m the only one allowed to touch the pretty little cunt. I’m the only one that is allowed to make it cum” he said.

“M’sorry” you cried louder.

His hand came down hard on your already raw ass “you knew you weren’t supposed to and still did. Right?” He said almost coldly.

“Y-yes” you answered.

“So do you think you deserve to cum?” He asked.

“Daddy-“ you said softly.

Another smack coming down on your ass “answer me”

“Please- I won’t do it again- just- I wanna cum with you please please” you repeated.

“Do you think I should let you?” He said again. “You did something knowing you shouldn’t so why should I let you?” He spat.

“M’sorry m’so sorry!” You cried feeling tears pricking at your eyes.

His hand came down around your throat, choking you slightly. “You’re gonna take everything I give you. No cumming. Got it.” He said against your ear. You only nodded knowing he wasn’t gonna let up. His body was now pressed firmly against yours as he rutted deep into you. “Let this be a lesson next time you decide to do something you know you’re not supposed to.” He growled against your skin.

He pushed once more deep into you before cumming, painting your walls white. His arms came around you pulling you to him. He left soft kisses to your skin as he came down from his high. “M’sorry” you whispered out.

“It’s ok kitten” he coo’d.

“Do you hate me” you said softly. He knew sometimes with punishments you felt guilty for whatever you did. He knew you’d need more reassurance.

“Kitten, I don’t hate you. You just gotta listen ok? I love you so very much” he said as he cupped your face to look at him. He kissed your lips softly holding you as close as he possibly could.

“I’m really sorry” you said again.

“Sssh it’s ok love, don’t apologize anymore. Everything done, so how about we go shower and I’ll cook us something hm?” He said with a sweet smile.

You shook your head yes but you held onto him tightly “can we cuddle a little more first? I really missed you today” you said looking up at him with those pretty eyes.

“Of course kitten. I love you.” He said kissing your cheek softly.

“I love you to daddy” you said back nuzzling into him.

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milkteabinniechan · 2 days ago

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♡Almost Famous - Han Jisung

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: college student! Jisung x afab! reader

summary: Your boyfriend wants to perform outside of just his living room. But is he really ready for the spotlight?

contains: fluff, established relationship, insecurities, self-esteem issues, moments of anxiety/panic, emotional comfort

“It's open mic night! You have to do it!”

Han blushed deeply at your words and buried his face in his arms at the bar counter. “No fucking way I'm doing that.” He mumbled into his shirt. You let your head fall gently onto Han's shoulder. You whispered low so he knew that in this crowded bar, that you were speaking only to him. “You are so talented.”

Han lifted his head up. His eyes were wide and his eyelids slightly heavy from the earlier drinks. He was losing his nerve, you could see it. You knew your boyfriend well enough now to know when his heart was beating out his chest.

Han scanned the room to all the college students at the campus bar. You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. “I don't even have my guitar.” He mumbled.

“Well, actually… I may have put it in the backseat of my car.” You confess.

Han lets out an exacerbated laugh. He wants to be upset with you. But this is one of the reasons why he loves you. And if you believed he was ready to perform, then maybe he really was.

The stage lights were much brighter than Han had expected. One of the bartenders had brought a stool and a mic stand on stage. Tables in front of the stage were filled with college students too caught up in their own conversation to notice the way Han’s hands trembled as he adjusted the microphone to meet his mouth. But in the front row he saw you. And he wished that you had your own stage light to illuminate this all too perfect moment. Han took a deep breath and gave you a quick nod. You smiled and nodded back, your lips silently mouthing the words “I love you.”

Even though his voice was shaking, Han pushed through and let his fingers strum the first note of an original song. As he sang, the conversations in the audience started to die down. Soon, every head was turned towards the stage. Every pair of eyes were locked onto Han’s face as he pressed his lips to the microphone and belted out a long, final chord.

For a moment the room was silent. You were the first to stand, clapping your hands together and cheering. “That’s my boyfriend!” You exclaimed loudly. Han’s face split into a proud grin. His butterflies now dispersed, he leaned into the microphone one last time. “That’s my girlfriend!” He shouted. The rest of the bar cheered with you. Drunken students whooped and hollered and some even sloppily demanded an encore. Han thanked everyone with a modest wave and a bow, his smile permanently plastered and present.

“You’re not bad, kid. Would you consider coming back next week and doing it again?” The bartender asked as you and Han sat down to freshly poured beers.

“Really?” Han responded. His adrenaline was still pumping through his veins like a freight train and he couldn’t trust his own senses right now.

The bartender laughed and scratched his salt and pepper beard. His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he nodded his head in confirmation. “Yes, really. What do you say?”

Han turned on his barstool to face you. “Next week?” His eyes were wide and still in shock. You lifted your hand and gently cupped his face. You rubbed your thumb at the spot right below his eye and gave him a soft kiss. “I told you you were talented, Hannie. Don’t keep that talent all to yourself.”

Han’s eyes welled up with tears and he melted into your touch, pushing his face softly into your hand. Then he turned back to the bartender and gave him a confident “hell yes, next week.”

Turns out that if drunk college kids like the way you sing, they buy you beer. Han was new to this concept of popularity and people noticing him around campus. The next few weeks were filled with applause and free beer. Soon the bar was filled to capacity and eventually had to start turning people away.

“Can you believe this? There was a line out the door tonight!” Han shouted as the two of you walked back to your dorm. He held your hand as you took the long way back. “Of course I can believe it!” You shouted up into the black midnight sky. It was getting colder at night and the beer in your belly was making the two of you sway into each other with each step.

“I love you.” Han whispered into your ear as he pulled you into his chest. You let your body relax and go limp for a moment as he held you. The streetlight above you flickered from a faulty bulb and every few seconds it would be just the two of you in this perfectly silent darkness.

“I love you too, Hannie.” You whispered back into his chest. The smell of his sweater reminding you of your night together. The bar, the students shouting his name, the bartender filling up glass after glass of the amber liquid that coated the floors and counters. You could feel it, in that instant, your mind holding on and locking away these memories forever. The smells, the sounds, the tastes. They were just for the two of you. You and your rockstar boyfriend.

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hyunjinx42 · 15 hours ago

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NOPE NOPE NOPE. ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.

this is disgusting and violating and if you do this or think this is okay I hate you. I get that stays can be horny as fuck for their idols and that is fine, that is why I make fanfictions, but to me any thing visual involving the members disgusts me. Those ai kissing edits some stays make? Of bangchan or another member kissing them on the cheek? Fucking disturbing. THESE GODDAMN BOOB PHOTOCARD PICTURES??? ABSOLUTELY VIOLATING.

And yes, I do think these are much worse than fanfictions. Fanfictions has to do with IMAGINING an idol in certain situations. Even that could be weird to some people, but I don’t, because imagining means you are creating a visual scenario IN YOUR MIND. IT IS NOT FOR ANYONE ELSE TO SEE, NOONE ELSE CAN VIEW IT, LEAST OF ALL THE IDOL.

But when an idols image is used IN REAL LIFE? THROUGH AI OR PHOTOCARD OR PRINTOUT? To me, that’s different. I can’t imagine waking up and seeing people being so comfortable and horny with me that they think they can take provocative photos WITH MY FACE ON THEIR TITTIES. WITH ZERO CONSENT FROM ME.

let’s put it this way. Does it seem fucked up when you see those anti-fans pictures of shredded photocards, the picture of the members face ripped up and folded and crumpled?

Yes?

So if that’s fucked up, it should also be equally fucked up to take pictures of your bias’s face in the middle of your BOOBS.

some K-pop stans are taking this shit too far, and anyone that wants to tell me otherwise can suck my ass. Fuck this disrespectful bullshit. And the more photos I find like this, the majority of them are Bangchan stans. I may be one of you, and I may write fanfic, but at this point I think the lines between finding bangchan a hot guy and straight up objectifying the shit out of him are being blurred by his fans constantly.

Like I get it, you’re horny, he’s horny, we’re all horny, but just because he’s hot and flirty does not give you the right to violate his face without his consent. He may be horny, but he’s also polite and has strong boundaries, which many of you fuckers don’t seem to get.

Have some respect, cause this is fucking pathetic.

IDOLS ARE HUMANS. NOT YOUR GODDAMN SEX TOYS.

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sona1800 · 2 days ago

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No! 😭 WTH! After reading the ending I'm sad now... 🥺😭 But this was great!

The Apocalypse

Summary: You survived the apocalypse alone. Your friends were long affected by the virus. Therefore, you went on a quest to search for your parents on the other side of the city, hoping that they were somewhere safe and alive. Halfway through your journey, there was a mishap in which you were forced to join forces with your enemy and his friends.

Theme: apocalypse au, enemies to lovers

Genre: thriller, action, fluff, angst, sad

Warnings: mentions of blood (lots of it), gruesome details, swearing, hanging off a height, and major character death (definitely a tear jerker)

WC: 15.9k

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Fem!Reader

a/n: Since Halloween is around the corner, I wrote this for the thrill of it. This fic is based of The Maze Runner trilogy but the plot is nothing like the movie or books. It's basically just an apocalypse with Cranks, no organization such as WCKD and what not.

3 months... It’s been 3 months since the start of the apocalypse. You have been running solo ever since the start despite knowing it’s probably a bad idea to be alone during these times. However, you’ve proved yourself wrong with how much you’re surviving even though the world is a chaos at the moment. You were on the hunt for your family who lived in a completely different city.

What you hoped to be a journey with allies, turns out to be a cold-blooded war between you and what used to be your friends. It was hard for you to kill them. A small part of you wished they would fight the virus but you knew whatever humanity they had left isn’t strong enough to fight it.

Hence, the reason why you got pissed at those Cranks who turned your friends into monsters. Slaughtering every single one of them who gets in your way.

Today was no different as you walked down the empty streets, trying to find more food since you were running out of it. You had your pocket knife and the bloodied nail covered baseball bat you had put together the night before you left the apartment. These were essential as it had saved you multiple times from a close encounter with one of those walking corpses.

You were just carefully peeking into each store to see if there’s any stash of canned food you could take with you and maybe a few more things you could use as weapons. Taking careful steps as you go, keeping your senses heightened at all times for any movements or sounds.

Right at that moment, you saw a few Cranks up ahead just aimlessly walking down the street trying to get new food aka humans.

With careful steps, you entered one of the shops and quickly rummaged through the shelves before leaving the place as quickly as you could. However, luck wasn’t exactly on your side today because your clumsy ass just had to accidentally knock off one of the cans from the shelves.

This attracted the attention of those nearby and apparently, some that were in the back room.

“Fuck!” You cursed under your breath as you quickly left the store, smashing your bat into one of the heads before making a break for it to the jeep you stole a few days ago, just parked a few metres away.

You hastily got into the driver seat and turned the ignition on. Before you could drive off, one of the Cranks had reached the passenger side of your jeep, punching through the glass. You grumbled as you took your bat and swung it to the Crank’s face, piercing it’s rotten skin with the nails.

You cringed at the sight of black chunky blood splattering all over the seat and dashboard. The smell was horrid to say the least, finally managing to drive off with the hoard of corpses chasing after you but eventually gave up.

You made it to a new part of town after nearly a two hour drive.

This part of town was a new environment for you. As expected, the town was abandoned too with no signs of life anywhere.

As much as you wanted to stop and just rest, you knew you wouldn’t be in total safety until you found a place that was somewhat empty with not much stuff lying around such as cars and traces of dead bodies everywhere.

You managed to stop the jeep about 3 yards away from where you wanted to go, which was an abandoned mall. You figured you needed new clothes at least and maybe some supplies to add on to your bag of life support. After a stressful 6 minute of sneaking past the Cranks, you finally entered the mall with your bat in hand.

Going up to the second level, you found a few clothing stores which still had racks of clothes left untouched.

The mall was eerily silent which made all the hairs on your arms and neck raise but you didn’t pay any mind to it, just simply focusing on getting a new set of clothes and a fresh change. A few minutes later, you changed out of your week old jeans and ripped dirt covered shirt, into a pair of loose jeans, an oversized flannel and a pair of sneakers instead of those useless sandals.

You left the store to go find a bit more supplies before leaving, only to panic when you realized that the previously empty mall was now infested with Cranks.

Just great.

Grabbing your bat, you quickly broke out into a sprint towards the other side of the mall, further away from the main entrance where your jeep was. Behind you, the disgruntled groans and sounds were coming in closer and closer to you, a clear indication that they’re close.

Your heart was thumping against your chest, afraid that these monsters could hear it. At this rate, your legs were close to giving up. Making random turns at every corner you met, hoping you’d find a way out.

“Fuck, since when did this mall get so huge?!” You loudly whispered to yourself as you ran down the mall.

Just then, you made a mistake by turning right, leading you to a dead end.

Fuck. This is probably where you die.

Except, not really.

You were so distracted by the unsettling groans and heavy footsteps coming your way that you completely missed the figure that was sneaking up behind you, only to cover your mouth with their hand from behind and soon dragging you into the emergency exit staircase. A soft gasp left your lips as they slammed the door shut and soon turned you around to face them.

It took you less than a second to react, recognizing him despite the bandana that was covering his nose and mouth. He was from your CS class.

“Seungmin?!” You whispered, only for him to pull down the bandana and smiled.

“Hey.”

“How are you still alive?” You asked in disbelief, unable to fathom the thought of someone other than yourself still being alive.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He chuckled as he paused when the loud bangs were heard from the door before he continued, “Don’t worry, this door only opens from the inside.”

“Let’s get out of here before we become zombie food.”

“Great idea.”

Soon, both of you jogged down the stairs, reaching the ground level safely except there were a bunch of them lingering not too far from the emergency exit.

“How did you know I was here?” You asked.

“I was on a supply run with some of my friends in one of the shops when I saw you snuck in. I thought of just leaving you be, but I didn’t expect those things to come swarming in after you. So I told my friends to distract the Cranks while I go get you. Looks like they only distracted some.” Seungmin explained as he peeked out of the door crack like he was searching for something or rather someone.

Just then, Seungmin tapped your arm and quickly whispered, “Start running!” He bolted out first with you trailing close behind. Right at that moment, a whole army of Cranks came bursting through one of the side entrances, catching both you and Seungmin off guard. There were too many of them and too little of you.

Seungmin yelled at you to go right as you followed his directions. Just as you were running past the cars, you heard him speak to someone through a walkie talkie.

“Come round the back! There’s too many of them… I got the stuff we need… We also have a plus one… No she’s not infected… Just shut up and drive here, hyung!” You could tell Seungmin was pissed without even trying.

He began shooting the ones that were coming too close to you and him using his rifle while you used your bat to smash their heads if they were only a few feet away from you. Right when you were busy knocking out some Cranks, the sound of engine rumbling across the street followed by a whole shoot out session, made you turn your head towards the sound.

There, you saw a scratched dark blue gladiator jeep with an open back with 3 guys in the back, armed with rifles and a shotgun just making shots to the swarm of living corpses that were out to attack you and Seungmin.

Another 3 were poking their heads and shotguns out each window to make their shot. All except the driver of that jeep. The one seated beside the driver seat yelled at you and Seungmin, hoping his voice reached you.

“Let’s go! Come on!”

With that last bit of strength you had left, you forced your legs to move into a sprint as Seungmin ran backwards for a split second to shoot those that were near.

The guy drove towards your direction, only to make a sharp left turn so that the back of the jeep was facing you now. Seungmin was back to sprinting at full speed, almost leaving you behind but would still glance over his shoulder every now and then to make sure you were following.

Just then, one of the Cranks just came out of nowhere, tackling you to the ground from the side.

You landed with a loud thud, your bat flung out of your reach. You desperately shoved it away by the shoulders as its disgusting, dislocated jaw tries to chomp down on your face. Right at that moment, everything happened in a second where you heard a loud gunshot and soon the creature above you collapsed to the ground beside you. The next thing you knew, Seungmin came back for you, helping you up as he guided you to the jeep.

He climbed the vehicle first before he took your waist and carried you up. Once you were both in, the one with full cheeks made a few pats to the top of the jeep and soon said, “Go! Go!”

The vehicle soon drove off as you collapsed to the ground tiredly. You realized you lost your bat, the only weapon that has saved you many times before this.

“Fuck, that was a bloody massacre back there.” The one with freckles said after he pulled down his bandana that was covering his face just like Seungmin was as Seungmin and the full cheeks one agreed. However, your eyes trailed over to the one who had just reloaded his shotgun and sat down. It was when he pulled down his mask that you finally realized who it was.

“Oh for fuck's sake. You have got to be kidding me...” The moment these words left your lips, the individual glanced up at you. Immediately, a scowl appeared on his face.

“I should’ve told Seungmin to leave you there as a meal.” Changbin said sarcastically, to which you rolled your eyes at him.

“You know each other?” Seungmin asked as you briefly explained to him the story.

“He’s a jerk in high school, especially to me. He made me hate his guts until now. Can’t believe you’re still alive.” You scoffed, earning a disapproving glare from him.

“I can’t believe Seungmin chose to help you.”

“Stop putting the blame on him. He didn’t know how much of an ass you were to me.”

“Maybe you should step out now to make things even.” Changbin taunted you as you threw a cloth you found sitting beside you to his face.

“I’m not leaving just because you told me to. I’ll leave when I want to.”

Your reply shocked not only Changbin but the rest of them, making the one with freckles ask, “You’re… not actually leaving after this… are you?” You weren’t sure what made him ask you this question considering you’ve just met them. However, for some reason, you feel like the rest of them were much more genuine in accepting you instead of Changbin.

His question made you speechless as you stared at the boy incredulously before replying to him, “I… umm… We shall see what happens after today.”

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Almost 40 minutes later, you arrived at what looks to be an abandoned military base at the outskirts of town. It had electric fences going around the perimeter of the building, keeping the Cranks out from the facility. You wondered if the 8 of them were the only ones in this entire building.

Curiosity eventually killed the cat as you turned to Seungmin and asked quietly, “Is there anyone else here besides you guys?” Seungmin shook his head briefly before explaining to you the events that happened.

“Before this, there were a few others staying here. We made this our base. Where we sleep, shower, plan our days, all that stuff. One day while the 8 of us were out getting new supplies, the ones here got attacked by a horde of Cranks. Nobody made it out alive. So we cleared the bodies and made sure there was none left in the building before we got Felix and Hyunjin to power up the electricity to charge the fences so that nothing can get past it.”

You slowly nodded as the fences closed behind you when the jeep had entered the gates. The vehicle soon came to a stop inside the open garage which leads straight to the canteen of some sort.

Everyone soon hopped out of the jeep, only for a muscular male to approach you with the warmest smile you’ve seen aside from Seungmin’s.

“Hello, I’m Bang Chan but you can just call me Chan. You are?” He introduced himself as you told him your name.

“I believe you’re a friend of Seungmin’s?”

Just then, the one with freckles spoke up, pointing to Changbin who looks pissed as ever, “Binnie hyung’s too.” With that, Chan glances towards Changbin, only for the latter to frown deeply.

“No she’s not. She’s a nuisance to me.” Changbin grumbled as he stormed off abruptly, resting his shotgun on his shoulders.

“He’ll come around sooner or later.” Chan smiled softly to you before he introduced you to the others. Even though you were sort of traumatized after what happened to your friends and how you were left alone after you had to face the unfortunate fates of your friends, you couldn’t help but put a little faith in this group of friends. You prayed that you would at least survive more than a week with them.

You spent the next few minutes with Chan as he showed you around the facility and even bringing you to your new room. Despite the military setting and being stuck in a place with your sworn enemy from high school, you were thankful you got a roof over your head with working bathrooms, a comfortable bed to sleep in and food supply to keep you going. Chan was about to leave you to yourself in the room when you stopped him.

“The reason I came all the way to this part of the city was to find my family… I don’t know where they are but I want to find them… And I can’t do that without my bat.” You said, to which he just smiled at you softly.

“Go freshen up. I’ll teach you how to use a gun. It’s much easier compared to your bat.” He said, earning a little giggle from you.

Nevertheless, you thanked him before he left.

A few minutes later, you had showered and changed into a black tank top and a pair of dark grey cargo pants, something simple but not too uncomfortable. You decided to go find Chan since he never really specified where to meet. You walked over to the boy’s shared room only to find Jisung, Minho and Felix just lounging on each of the beds, chatting about some things.

“Hey… Uhh, have any of you seen Chan?” You asked awkwardly, only for Minho to reply to you.

“Yeah, he’s at the canteen.”

Just then, a familiar deep raspy voice spoke up from behind you, making you flinch.

“Just because hyung’s letting you stay here, doesn’t mean you’re a part of us. Don’t get your hopes up too much.” Changbin said as he shoved past you, bumping shoulders as he did so. You growled as you walked off, not really hearing what the rest of the guys said to Changbin after you left.

You went to the canteen and Minho was right. Chan was seated at one of the tables with a big piece of paper laid out in front of him. He looked like he was planning something so you carefully made your way to him.

“What do you have there?” You tried to casually start a conversation and thankfully, he went with it.

“I’m planning out our plan for the next few days. I wanted to check out the town to see if there’s anything we could take back for supplies or weapons. Any who, ready for shooting lessons?” Chan asked as you nodded, thanking him again for letting you stay and learn how to shoot.

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A few days passed, and you had warmed up to most of them by now. In fact, you’ve warmed up to everyone except Changbin. Simply because he doesn’t want anything to do with you and you don’t force him. Besides, you were on the same boat. Chan asked you to follow the supplies team to go stock up new supplies at the local mall just a few streets down from the base.

The supplies team consists of Changbin, Seungmin, Felix and Jisung. Changbin drove while Felix, Seungmin and Jisung sat in the back of the jeep so that it was easy for them to shoot if there was any oncoming danger.

Since you were still new and isn’t as skilled as they were with the guns, Chan assigned Changbin to you which means you had to stay by Changbin’s side at all times for safety reasons. As much as you hated being near him, you had no other choice. Which is why you had to sit next to him in the jeep.

A few minutes later, you arrived at the mall as Jisung offered to guard the jeep while the rest of you went to get new supplies.

Despite Chan’s words, Changbin went against it as he did a quick run down of the plan.

“Lix ah, you take level 1. Mong, you take level 2. You... take level 3. I’ll take level 4.”

“Are you forgetting Chan’s words?” You frowned.

“No. But he’s not here to monitor so the deal’s off.” Changbin said as he left without any more words said, leaving you to throw daggers to his back with your glare. Seungmin sighed as he passed you a pistol just in case.

“Here. You know how to use it right? Use the walkie talkie to communicate.” He asked to make sure you knew what you were doing before he left you to be on your own.

After everyone went their separate ways, you scavenged the whole floor of level 3 making sure to take everything you need. From clothes to food to weapons. You lost track of time as you were searching through the shelves for aid supplies when all of a sudden, a loud thud of something falling to the ground made you jump.

A whole pulse of nerve ran through your veins as you quietly zipped your bag and carefully took steps backwards.

Just as you made it to the end of the shelves, you turned around ready to run but your breath got stuck in your throat when you saw two Cranks standing a few metres away from you.

Their heads craned and turned as they sniffed the air and listened sharply for any signs of loud movements. You tried to hold your breath while you tiptoed your way around them, hoping they couldn’t hear you. Just then, as if on cue, you accidentally stepped on a shard of broken glass. The crunch sound was loud under your shoe, awakening the creatures into attack mode.

With one quick toss of a can of beans to the opposite side of the store to divert their attention, you hurriedly ran for the exit. The growls and disgruntled groans echoed around the empty store.

Once you made it out, you ran towards the nearest escalator, only to find some of the steps gone.

“Shit!” You cursed as the sounds of those living corpses rushing your way made panic settle in. You had to find another way down. So with quick footing, you sprinted down the mall towards where you came up from earlier.

You were just a few feet away from it when Seungmin’s voice called out to you in a rush from downstairs, “Y/N watch out!”

Upon turning to your left, a Crank came running to you at full speed. Just when it was about to tackle you to the ground, a loud gunshot rang through your ears as you flinched harshly. The corpse collapsed to the ground whilst you turned around to shoot the ones that were still coming at you.

After you managed to kill them, a hard yank to your bag made you stumble towards the escalator before you were met with a furious Changbin.

“Why is it that you’re always the one who triggers those things?!” He growled at you, clearly annoyed with how you always end up giving them a bloody war during supply runs for the past few days.

You didn’t do it on purpose though. You were just unlucky like that.

“How the fuck do you expect me to reply to that? For all I know, you could be the one setting me up to a near death experience because you clearly want me gone.” You said, feeling your whole body tremble from anger.

“Try being more alert and less clumsy next time. That way you won’t get us killed.”

“I never meant for all this to happen anyway!”

“And I never wanted you here with us anyway.” His words were harsh but you couldn’t care less. You knew he hated you from the start but you never got to know why. Nobody hates someone without a reason.

So what was his reason?

~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~

The next morning, the guys were all gathered in the canteen for breakfast before they planned to leave for town. However, while Chan was doing a headcount, he realized that someone was missing.

“Guys, have any of you seen Y/N?” Chan asked as the guys shook their heads one by one.

“Hey Lix, can you go check on her?”

“Yes sir.” The boy grins as he skipped down the hall to go to your room. They were all discussing some things when Felix came running back looking frantic and almost like he just got out of a panic attack.

“Hyung! Hyung! She’s gone!” Felix yelled from across the room, earning a few concerned looks from the others except for Changbin.

“Whoa! Whoa! Calm down Lix… What do you mean gone?” Chan asked as he tried to calm the younger boy down.

“It’s exactly what I mean! She’s gone! She’s not in the room, not in the bathroom, not in the training room and I’ve checked everywhere.” Felix explained through staggered breaths. At this point, Chan was going insane. It’s not that he has feelings for you romantically, it was more of a platonic feeling where he was already starting to see you as his own friend or sister.

However, it was as if he had a hunch as to your sudden disappearance. Which is exactly why he slowly turned to stare at Changbin dead in the eyes before he spoke up, “What did you say to her yesterday?”

Changbin looked almost offended at the fact that his friend just deliberately accused him of something despite it being partially true.

“What the fuck? You think it’s my fault that she left for good?”

“You must’ve said something, else she wouldn’t have just left without telling us.”

“Why do you care so much about her? You barely even know her!”

“And the fact that we’re in an apocalypse, more is better than less, Changbin.” Chan said, earning a scoff from the said individual. The room fell silent as the rest knew best not to interfere whenever Chan was having a direct conversation with someone especially if it was intense.

“I told her I didn’t want her here. There. Are you happy now?” Changbin finally confessed, making Chan pissed even more now that he knew why you left.

“I fucking swear to God, Seo Changbin! Why can’t you just put aside your hatred and just work together to survive this stupid apocalypse?!” Chan’s voice bounced off the walls of the huge room, making the younger ones flinch from their leader’s sudden outburst.

“What do you want me to do then?! She’s gone… We don’t even know where she is now. For all we know, she’s probably out there already-”

“Don’t… even say it. We have to find her.” Chan said as the rest of them were about to follow along when Changbin’s confused voice stopped them.

“Why? Why are you guys so eager to find her?”

That’s when Chan sighed as he approached Changbin and told him what you said to him the first day you came here.

“She came all the way out here to find her family. She wouldn’t give up until she found them. She asked for my help to train her so that she could fight against those things to find her family. I’m not letting her go on this quest alone, not when she’s vulnerable. I don’t care if she’s your enemy, but she’s not ours.” Chan said, making Changbin frown.

Whenever it was between him and Chan, he knew he couldn’t say much because Chan is either always right or is much more sensible.

~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~

It’s been almost 12 hours since you left the base, making sure to bring along a rifle and three boxes of ammo. You were on foot since you knew you shouldn’t steal their only jeep. This only slowed you down more considering you’ve lost quite a bit of stamina over the past few days from the lack of walking from one town to the other.

You weren’t really sure where you were now so you just went to a run down shop for a pit stop. You rummaged through your backpack, only to pull out the only family picture you had left.

Tears began to brim in your eyes as you felt a sudden wash of guilt coursing through your veins.

“If I knew this would happen, I wouldn’t have left home… I’m sorry mom, dad…” You whispered as you sniffled a little before pressing the photo against your chest. Your heart broke, not knowing if there was still any humanity left in them when you finally do find them. Nevertheless, you didn’t lose hope as you told yourself you’ll find them sooner or later.

With that being said, you decided to continue with your journey, going to a new area of the city. The place was empty with no signs of Cranks anywhere so you figured you’d do a quick supply run before heading off.

A few minutes went by, you were just shoving some canned foods into your bag when a loud disgruntled growl was heard from outside the abandoned convenience store. You cursed under your breath as you quickly gulped down the energy drink to help boost your stamina.

Just as you were about to leave, you immediately crouched down when you saw a group of Cranks just limping right outside the store.

With very light but careful steps, you made it out of the store while taking note of the fact that you were no longer alone in this neighbourhood. As careful as you possibly can, making a break for it to hide behind one of the cars was easy.

What you didn’t expect to see was the horde of Cranks coming your way when they heard a shuffle from where you were currently hiding.

You internally cursed as you struggled to think of an idea on how to run past them without being caught. Right as you were almost close to your death, a warm hand suddenly reaches over from behind you to cover your mouth, stopping you from screaming.

Glancing over your shoulder, you were met with Changbin who had a finger on his own lips, telling you to stay quiet. Then, he softly pulled away and soon threw a huge pebble across the street, making the Cranks divert their direction. Buying you enough space to escape and that was exactly what you two did.

Unfortunately, the minute you started running, those creatures came running for you.

“Keep running! Don’t look back!” Changbin yelled as you two continued to sprint down the street and towards the jeep that was parked about 140m away from you.

The growls were getting closer and closer by the second as your legs were starting to give out. Just then, a series of gunshots were heard from a distance, followed by whimpers and grunts from the corpses trailing behind you.

The jeep was so close yet so far. Right when you were about to reach the jeep, a loud grunt was heard from behind you. Upon turning around, you saw one of the Cranks hovering over Changbin. His rifle was out of reach.

You had to do something.

So with a quick aim to it’s head, you pulled the trigger and soon, it’s head exploded into pieces. The body collapsed to the ground beside Changbin as he got up hastily and reached for his rifle before running towards you.

Both of you made it to the jeep safely as Changbin hopped into the back easily before he leaned over to grab your waist and carried you up.

“Go!” Changbin yelled as Minho began to drive off while Jeongin continued to shoot at the ones that were coming closer and closer to the jeep.

Minho managed to outdrive the Cranks as they gave up chasing after you four.

You and Changbin sat on opposite sides of the jeep, a slight hiss left your lips when you saw the huge scrape on his left cheek. As much as it feels odd to aid someone other than yourself, you knew bacteria would only spread into the cut if he didn’t get it cleaned quickly.

So when you offered to tend to his cut, it surprised him to say the least. Of course Changbin wasn’t fully okay with you yet, but after the talk with Chan earlier, he realized that maybe he does need to put aside his ego in order to survive this apocalypse.

Nonetheless, he allowed you to aid him as he watched you crawl over to him until you were seated in front.

With nimble fingers, you reached into your backpack for the box of first aid stuff and soon took out the rubbing alcohol and a cotton pad. You soaked a part of it before looking up at him and said, “This might hurt like a bitch.”

The moment you swiped a short line across the cut, Changbin instantly grabbed your wrist harshly and pulled it away from his cheek.

The sting was unbearable but he knew he had no other choice.

“Fucking hell Y/N! It fucking stings like shit!”

“I already warned you, now sit still.” You said as you reached over to clean it again, only for him to grab your wrist again and hissed.

“It’s clean enough already.” Changbin growled, to which you yanked your wrist out of his grasp. He then noticed the way you were discreetly rubbing your wrist where he had accidentally grabbed you hard, making him feel slightly bad.

“I-I’m sorry…” Changbin whispered as you glanced up to see his eyes flickering back and forth between your eyes and your wrist. A small part of you felt slightly surprised that he actually apologized, something you never thought you would hear from him.

“It’s fine… Just let me put on the healing cream then I’ll leave you alone, okay?” You said as he nodded softly, giving you the permission to continue.

While you were just gently applying the cream onto the cut, you completely missed the way his eyes flickered down to your lips briefly, noting the way you had your lips slightly parted with the tip of your tongue poking through the gap when you were focused.

Changbin found this extremely adorable, something shocking to him as well considering he used to hate your guts.

After you were done, you carefully pulled away from him, seeing the way his eyes were softly staring at you compared to how he used to look at you. Changbin then says thank you, only for you to just give him a firm nod before you go back to your seat.

The rest of the ride back to base was filled with silence, well at least for you and Changbin that is.

The minute Minho drove past those fences, you waited for him to pull to a stop before you quickly hopped out of the back with your backpack in your hands. You left your rifle in the jeep as you sped walk towards the halls which would lead you to your room.

Ignoring the rest of them in the canteen, you quickly arrived in your room and soon closed the door behind you. Changbin leaped off the back of the jeep and soon walked over to the guys with Minho and Jeongin beside him. A part of him wants to go check on you but he figured you wanted some time alone considering you didn’t even bother to say hi to Chan.

When they arrived at the table, Hyunjin was the first to speak up, “Is she okay? What happened? Why is she ignoring us?”

“She… just needs some time alone.” Minho smiled as they sat down on the bench, suddenly aware of the way Changbin was still standing with his gaze fixed on the hallway you just walked down.

“Hey, you okay?” Chan asked as Changbin’s mind flickered back to reality.

“H-Huh? Oh. Uh, yeah… Yeah I’m fine… I… Just leave me some hotdogs.” Changbin said as he soon began walking towards the hall which leads to all the rooms. After 2 minutes of walking, he finally stood right outside your bunker room. He wasn’t really sure if you wanted to see him so he hovered his fist over the door for a moment.

With a deep breath, he finally knocked on it 3 times. All he got was silence so he thought maybe you didn’t want to talk to anyone. Just when he was about to turn around to leave, the door creaked open as you stared at him with a subtle shock.

“Changbin? W-What are you doing here?” Your voice was soft as you watched his eyes frantically look everywhere except your eyes.

“I… I uhh… I just came to check on you…” He said, and for once, he sounded genuinely concerned.

“I’m okay if that’s what you’re wondering.” You offered him a small little smile, to which he could finally look you in the eyes. For some reason, your heart was palpitating in your chest from just standing this close to him without fighting.

Changbin awkwardly scratched the back of his neck out of habit before he spoke up, “Alright… I guess I’ll leave you be. Join us for dinner if you want.”

All you did was nod and soon, he left.

A few hours later, you were just sitting on your bed, looking at your family photo when a familiar voice echoed from the doorway. “Do you still wanna search for them?” Chan asked calmly as he leaned against the doorframe with a frown on his face.

“Of course… But… I don’t think I’m ready to see them if they’re no longer my parents…” You ended with a whisper, making Chan sigh and soon approached you to take a seat next to you.

“I lost my family on the first day of the apocalypse. They died in my hands. I know what it feels like to grief, especially when you knew you were the cause of their death. I lost hope in my family knowing there’s no one left to save… But that doesn’t mean you should lose hope. They’re still out there somewhere, waiting to be found by you. Who knows they’re still surviving somewhere?” Chan reassured you.

Even though you knew there was a 30% chance that your family is still alive, a huge part of you thanks Chan for giving you a slither of hope for you to find your family. That was your goal anyway right from the start.

“I want to find them Chan… I really do… But at this point, I don’t even know where to start. For all I know, they could have made it further up North.” You sighed as he smiled, circling an arm around you to gently rub the side of your arm in a comforting manner.

“Would it be better if I said we’ll help you find them together?” Chan asked, watching as your eyes grew wide from shock.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to…”

“I already talked to the guys, they all agreed to help… And believe it or not, Changbin was the first to agree.” This made your ears perk up, not sure if you could believe what he said. However, knowing Chan, he was never one to lie despite the situation.

Chan knew you were eager to find your family so he smiled and told you to get enough rest for the night since tomorrow is going to be an early start for all of you.

~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~

The next morning, all 9 of you had prepared all the weapons and supplies you needed for your quest to find your family, with Chan driving the vehicle. You were sitting in between Seungmin and Hyunjin at the back of the jeep as the guys were chatting about new techniques of shooting. It’s been a few hours since the start of the day and you had already gone to at least 3 different stops to restock your supplies.

You were now at the 4th pit stop which was an abandoned street with shops along the road. It wasn’t too deserted but it wasn’t too crowded with Cranks either. Chan and Minho stayed behind in the jeep while the rest of you scattered to gather more supplies.

Running to the small mart, you managed to run past a few Cranks that you managed to toss a pebble across the road to change their focus.

Once you were inside, you went down a few aisles to grab more stuff.

While you were busy stuffing some cans and other things into your backpack, you completely missed the soft shuffle sounds coming from a few aisles behind you. Right as you were about to leave, a soft gasp left your lips when a very familiar face came into view.

However, what was different is the completely black irises, dark veins covering the whites of their eyes. Teeth were covered in black substance. Skin rotten and mostly peeling from the face down to their legs. Eye sockets are nearly gone. Hair dishevelled and partially bald as though a whole chunk of it got ripped out of their scalp.

“M-Mom?” Your voice was barely a whisper as your mom began to limp her way towards you. A disgruntled snarl left her lips, making you tear up.

“Mom, this isn’t you… P-Please… I-I don’t want to hurt you.” You begged as your mom started running haphazardly towards you. With whatever strength you had left, you forced your legs to run as fast as you could despite the lack of energy you had.

You purposely knocked over some items on the shelves to slow her down a little. Right when you had made it past the shelves, your mom came out of nowhere and threw herself on you from the side.

A scream left your lips as you kicked her away from you.

She growled at you, crawling to you for another attack but you couldn’t seem to shoot her.

Another strangled cry sounded from you while you took the nearest object in your reach and threw it to her head. She fell backwards, giving you ample time to get on your feet and run. Unfortunately, before you could run far, she grabbed your ankle and made you trip. You fell with a loud thud as you turned back to look at what used to be your loving mother.

“Mom! Please! Stop!” You begged as you struggled to reach for your rifle. She was growling and scowling at you. You cried harder when you saw her crawling up your body to hover over you.

With desperate hands, you pressed your hands on her neck and pushed her as far from your face as possible. She tries to bite you at anywhere she could reach.

“Mom!” You cried her name, screaming for her to hopefully snap out of it.

“Mom! It’s me! It’s Y/N! P-Please don’t do this mom!” You half screamed half begged with your eyes closed as she continues to try and bite you to infect you with the virus. The next moment happened in a blink of an eye and all you heard was a loud gunshot followed by her body falling limp in your hands.

Soon after, the body collapsed to the ground making your body shake. You opened your eyes to see your mother’s head being shot through with a bullet, black chunky blood oozes out of her head as her eyes were left open while her jaw slacks.

Your heart dropped at the sight of her as you carefully reached over to cup her cheek. “M-Mom… Mom, I’m sorry… I love you Mom…” You whispered as you teared up again.

Just then, heavy footsteps were heard from behind you but you couldn’t even care less. You were too busy crying to even hear them calling for you until the firm hand reached for your under arm and pulled you up on your feet.

“Y/N, we have to go! Now!” Changbin said as he looked around to make sure the coast was clear.

“T-That’s… That’s…”

“Y/N, we really have to go now! Please!”

“T-That’s h-her Changbin… That’s my mom…” You whispered and he could instantly tell you were broken by how much you were crying. His heart shattered for you when he glanced down at the corpse lying motionless on the ground. He felt bad for killing your mother but you both knew that wasn’t your mother anymore.

So to cheer you up, Changbin cups your face gently with both hands and whispers to you, “Y/N, listen to me. That’s not your mother. You know that. Your mother won’t attack you like that. I know how it feels like to lose someone you love but you have to be strong, can you do that for me?”

You were too weak to respond so you just nodded, earning a soft ‘okay’ from him.

Changbin caressed your cheek and soon said, “Okay… Now let’s go before it gets dark.”

With that being said, Changbin laced his fingers with yours and soon both of you ran out of the shop. He easily shoots those coming for you while the others are seen either running back to the jeep or is shooting from the jeep.

Once you made it to the back of the vehicle, Jisung lifted you up and helped Changbin as well.

The moment everyone was back in the jeep, Chan drove off into the horizon as you still couldn’t stop thinking about your mother. You were sitting in between Changbin and Jeongin but due to your overwhelming emotions, you started to cry quietly to yourself.

The next thing you know, Changbin pulls you into his chest, letting you cry into his shirt while he wraps his arms around you securely.

You rested your hands on his stomach, grabbing a fistful of his shirt while he whispers into your ears, “Shh, let it all out.” This was enough to catch the attention of those in the back, earning a quiet question from Jisung who mouthed it to Changbin.

“What happened?”

“She found her mother.” Changbin mouthed back.

Everyone in the back frowned knowing how badly you wanted to find your family. And the fact that your mother had turned into one of those creatures, it only made them feel bad for you.

Changbin continued to caress your back soothingly as you felt him resting his cheek on top of your head a few minutes later.

You eventually stopped crying but your eyes were drooping shut from exhaustion. Changbin still had his arms around you while he talked to Jisung and Felix. Seungmin, Hyunjin and Jeongin were long asleep. Changbin was just laughing softly at something Jisung said when he felt a shift on his abdomen.

He glanced down to see you snuggling closer into his chest while you slowly wrapped your arms around his torso.

His heart nearly jumps out of his chest as he gently reaches up to gently stroke your hair as a lullaby. You fell asleep in less than a minute, thanks to his soft touches. You wake up a few hours later, arriving back at the base when Changbin gently shakes you. You struggled to be awake, which earned a soft chuckle from him.

“Wake up sleepyhead.” Changbin said as you finally pulled away from him only to realize that you two were the only ones left on the jeep.

“I-I’m sorry…” You apologized quietly.

“It’s fine. You deserved that good sleep.”

You couldn’t say anything else so you opted for just a nod. Both of you soon got off the jeep and made your way to your rooms. You took a shower, letting the memories of your mother’s blood splatter on your face when Changbin shot her.

After you’ve freshened up, you changed into a pair of shorts and the only fitted tank top you had left that was clean.

You strolled down the hall to go to the canteen, your mind was too hazy from the events of today that you didn’t even notice the door that opened a few feet from you and soon a figure came walking out, nearly bumping into you.

“Oh, sorry-” He apologized but then you also said that at the same time.

You then felt a soft touch to your waist, looking down to see his hands on your hips out of instinct when he almost crashed into you. Changbin quickly retracts his hands from you, apologizing again.

“Are you going for dinner?” He asked.

“Yeah. You too?”

“Mhm…” There were a few beats of silence as you both walked down the hall, only for him to speak up, “Are you feeling better?”

You grew quiet for a second but nonetheless replied to him, “I’ll be...” You arrived at the canteen only to find the rest already seated and eating their dinner. Seungmin and Jisung called for you and Changbin over, where you ended up sitting in between Chan and Minho. You were oddly quiet and they knew exactly why because Changbin told them.

They knew best not to bring up the topic, in which you thanked them silently for it. You were aimlessly picking on your food when Changbin and a few others noticed this.

Changbin decides to speak up, directing his words to you in hopes that you would feel better.

“You’re gonna need energy if you wanna keep surviving. Those sausages and eggs won’t eat themselves you know?” With that, you looked up at him who was sitting diagonally from you, finally prompting a small smile from you after what felt like years.

“I know… I know. I just… I can’t… believe… she…” You suddenly got choked up on your own words, feeling the tears creeping up but you forced yourself to swallow them while Minho soothingly caressed your back to ease you.

“I’m really sorry to hear what happened. I’m sure she loves you and she knows that you love her too.” Chan said reassuringly, hoping you wouldn’t blame yourself too much.

“This wouldn’t happen if… if I hadn’t left… I could have protected them… This is all my fault.” You whispered, only for them to disagree but nobody dared to say anything except Changbin.

“No. You know it’s not your fault. None of this is anyone’s fault. It’s just unfortunate that this outbreak had to happen. Stop blaming yourself. They wouldn’t want you to.” He said firmly to you. You knew he was right and yet, the demon in you was still brainwashing you into thinking it’s your fault.

All you needed to do was fight those demons inside you.

~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~

A few nights passed, everyone had long gone to sleep including yourself. You were soundly asleep on your bed when all of a sudden, a firm hand clasps over your mouth. This made your body jolt awake but upon seeing the familiar brown pair of eyes, you relaxed under his touch when he started whispering to you.

“Pack everything you need. We’re leaving. Right now.”

“What? Why? What’s going on?”

“We’re under attack.”

“By who?”

“Cranks.” Changbin’s voice was hushed as he kneeled in front of you, his face levelled with yours. A sudden panic settles in the pit of your stomach, making him continue.

“Meet us at the canteen in 5 minutes. Be careful, okay?” He whispered as his eyes drifted down to your lips before looking back into your eyes. There was a fraction of a second where you wanted to do something but you decided against it. Seeing that now wasn’t the best time.

So without further ado, Changbin caressed your cheek softly before he quickly left your room.

You grabbed everything you needed and stuffed it into your backpack before you made your way to the door with your rifle and a whole set of knives in the thigh strap you had on.

Since you were sleeping, you were wearing denim shorts and a tank top. Not an ideal attire for an apocalypse but it’ll have to do for now. Once you got everything you needed, you quickly ran towards the canteen, only to find most of them having a shoot out session with the Cranks that kept coming from all directions.

You managed to shoot some that were running towards you. When you made it to the jeep, you threw your bag into the back only to realize that someone was missing.

“Where’s Jeongin?” You asked as Seungmin frowned.

“He should be here by now…”

Just then, a frantic shout from Jeongin made everyone turn their heads towards the weapons room where Jeongin was seen sprinting towards the jeep with at least 8 Cranks behind him.

Changbin helped to fire at them but one of them managed to slip past the bullets only to grab Jeongin’s backpack and pull him down.

The creature began to hover over him as Jeongin struggled to fight it. As much as you hated these creatures, there was absolutely no way you were going to let it bite him so you began running towards them with no gun in hand. All you heard was Changbin’s deep voice shouting your name as you yelled at Jeongin to stay down.

With one precise aim, you threw a knife to the Crank’s head, allowing it to fall limp to the ground. You rushed over to Jeongin and soon helped him up, putting one of his arms around your shoulder.

Both of you arrived back at the jeep as Changbin pulled Jeongin up before he lifted you up by your waist.

Right after, Chan began driving off while the rest continued to shoot until you were far from base. It sucks that you had to leave but you had no other choice. After a while of driving, you turned to Jeongin with a concerned frown on your face.

“Are you hurt?” You asked, to which he shook his head weakly.

You nodded as you looked around to see sad faces etched onto their faces. They were clearly upset about having to leave behind a comfortable space to live in during this apocalypse. Yet, they knew what kind of a horrible world they were living in currently so it didn’t really affect them as much.

The ride was silent as Minho and Chan were in the front seats, searching for a place you could all stay for the night. Somewhere that Cranks wouldn’t find you easily.

You were just sitting there, looking at Jeongin laying his head on Hyunjin’s lap while most of them continued their sleep before everything went into chaos a few minutes earlier. Just then, your gaze travelled towards Changbin who was fiddling with a knife in between his hands.

You carefully scooted over to him, settling beside him as he smiled at you softly.

“Hey… Are you okay?” You asked only for him to nod.

“Yeah…”

His answer doesn’t sound convincing and yet you trusted him. A few beats of silence went by, leading you to carefully reach over for the knife before taking it from his hands. He watched you carefully as you kept the knife in your thigh strap.

You then turned back to look at him, only to see his eyes flicker back and forth between your eyes and lips.

With a gentle touch, you reached down to lace your fingers with his before leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder.

Weeks ago, you would sit at the opposite ends of the jeep not wanting to be anywhere near him. Today, all you wanted was to be as close to him as possible during these harsh times. It all happened so fast but the next thing you knew, you felt him kiss the top of your head.

No words were said when he did that, just a simple action that says a thousand words.

Little did you know, Chan and Minho saw this from the rear view mirror. The two oldest boys smiled at each other, knowing that you and Changbin would come around one day.

“I told you they’d come around.” Chan said.

“She’s such a sweet girl, I didn’t understand why Bin hated her at first…” Minho chuckled.

“I know right, but at a time like this, I feel like they need each other.”

“Mmm, you’re definitely right about that.” Minho smiled as he glanced at the rear view mirror and saw Changbin kissing your forehead as you shut your eyes. A scene that was very heart warming to both him and Chan.

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After a long drive and a beautiful sunrise at its wake, you arrived at a new part of town where it was of course abandoned but there were a few low rise buildings around the area. You stirred awake when you felt the jeep’s speed slowing down, seeing that some of the guys were already awake except for Jisung, Jeongin and Felix.

You didn’t realize you were still holding Changbin’s hand until you felt him squeeze it softly to gain your attention.

He then tucks your stray hairs behind your ear, letting his fingertips to graze over your neck as he did so.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked.

“Yeah… I would say I have enough energy to run if I need to.”

Changbin chuckled at your response, caressing your jaw while he said, “That’s good to hear.” All of you soon got out of the jeep after Chan parked the vehicle along the semi empty roadside.

“Okay guys, let’s split into two teams. 5 people go check that school over there, see if there’s anything we can use, 4 people go and collect supplies we might need.” Chan announced as he pointed his arm in between Jisung and Felix to separate the two. You were standing on the side with Chan, Felix, Hyunjin and Changbin. So with the loaded guns, all of you soon dispersed accordingly.

You arrived at the school to find that it was absolutely void of anyone. With very alert senses and careful steps, you entered the premises one by one with your guns pointed ahead of you in case you needed to shoot.

The compound was eerily silent, where every single sound suddenly feels like it was maximized to the loudest volume.

You walked down the hall, keeping your senses alert at all times.

Just then, you accidentally stepped on something wet, making you look down to see that you’ve stepped on a crimson red substance that was obviously blood. However, the smell was still strong as the coppery scent lingered in your nostrils which means the blood was fresh.

“It’s still fresh. Do you think there’s someone here?” You whispered as you glanced up to see that all four of them were frozen a few feet behind you with their guns pointed directly in your direction.

“Don’t. Move. A muscle.” Chan said slowly but quietly as you carefully turned around only to see two Cranks down the hall, slowly approaching you.

“Step back, slowly…” Changbin guided you as you did what he said. You move back, taking small steps to make sure you don’t make a sound. Unfortunately, your plans of leaving this place safely only worsened when one of them accidentally stepped onto a broken wood piece as it snapped underneath his boot.

“Fuck. Run!” Chan’s voice called as you turned around faster than the speed of light only to run down the long corridor towards the main entrance. Unfortunately, before Felix and Hyunjin could reach the entrance, more Cranks came rushing in after hearing the growls of their friends.

“Go up!” Chan called from behind you as Changbin reached for your hand and locked his fingers with yours while the five of you ran up the stairs.

The higher you went, the more intense it got as it looked like there was a whole army of them on each floor.

“Fuck! We’re trapped!”

“Go to the rooftop!” Chan said as Hyunjin pulled the rooftop door open and soon rushed everyone out before slamming the heavy door shut. You had a little bit of hope considering the door opens inwards.

While Felix, Changbin and Hyunjin tried to shift as many objects to block the entrance, you and Chan peeked over the parapet to see that the other team were also having troubles with the Cranks.

“Minho, we need you here now! Gather the others! We have to leave!” Chan said in the walkie talkie, only to hear a frantic Minho reply into the device.

“Okay! Give us a minute. We’re in a bloody massacre right now.”

“Don’t worry. Us too.”

You looked around the rooftop, trying to find ways to escape back to the ground floor. That’s when you saw a platform of a roof that looks to be the top of the school’s auditorium hall.

“Chan! Over here!” You beckoned as the elder male ran to you to see what you were staring at.

“We can climb down there and go around the block.” He said.

“We can get Minho to drive towards the back of the school.”

“Good idea.” Chan nodded as he then turned to the other three boys to tell them the plan. They were all agreeing to the plan when suddenly, Felix spoke up.

“Wait a minute, we have to check and see if there’s really a safe exit. Plus, that roof doesn’t look like it’s stable enough to support all of our weights. Someone has to go.”

There was a moment of silence when you volunteered to do it. Of course, Changbin disagrees.

“It’s the only way we’ll get out of here alive.” You tried to reason with him but he seems to disagree completely.

“I’m not letting you walk into a den of flesh eating monsters.”

“Changbin, please… we don’t have a lot of time.” You begged, to which the rest of them kept their eyes on the door to make sure there’s no Cranks coming through. He opened his mouth to protest but nothing seemed to come out. So you took this chance to cup his face in both hands and caressed his cheeks softly to calm him down.

“Promise me you’ll be safe.” He whispered as he held your wrists gently while you smiled at him. For some reason, it felt right to do this now since you weren’t completely sure whether you’d see him again or not.

So with one firm lean of your head, you kissed him on his lips, allowing him to get a good feel of your lips before you pulled away from him. Your heart was racing rapidly against your chest by the amount of adrenaline that was rushing through your veins all at once.

“I’ll come back for you. I promise.” You whispered as you grabbed the rifle from the parapet and soon leaped over it. You landed on the sides where it wasn’t near the unstable metal roof sheets.

“Okay Y/N… You can do this…” You whispered to yourself as you carefully walked along the sides. You made it around the back to which you found a few Cranks lingering on the grounds. With one easy shot, you killed all four with a headshot, running across the concrete floor towards the back of the school.

You went to the edge to see that it was at least a 3 story drop to the ground floor. It was dangerous for you guys if you didn’t land properly.

Fortunately, you saw two huge metal containers located by the side of the school that could put a bit of height for you to jump on so as to avoid any serious injuries. Just then, you saw Minho’s jeep driving towards the back of the school where you were.

You heavily waved your arms to get his attention, only to shout as best as you can to inform him of the plan.

“Minho! Reverse the jeep onto those containers and put it below this edge! I’ll go get the others!” You said as he gave you a thumbs up. The moment he did that, you started running back to the rooftop where the guys were. At that very moment, your feet slipped through the metal roof sheets, scrapping a good chunk of your calf flesh out, only for you to scream.

You managed to grab the parapet as you struggled to come back up. There was a swarm of Cranks right beneath you, desperately trying to grab you while you heard some shots being fired from the rooftop.

You hissed when you felt a cold grip on your bleeding wound, making you scream again.

Just then, you tried all your might to use your other leg to kick the creature off you. After a horrifying few seconds, you managed to kick its face as it fell onto the ground with a satisfying crunch.

“Guys! Let’s go!” You tried your best to yell as the guys heard you loud and clear.

Felix was the first to jump off and land safely as he immediately rushed over to help you up. The both of you left that unstable top, allowing the next person to do the same. Chan was the last to jump as he landed on the parapet safely and soon began to run while the Cranks fell off the roof but only to crash down to either the hall or the ground floor.

The five of you went to the edge where Minho had done like you told him to. “We have to jump off. Land there then to the ground.” You said as Hyunjin offered to go first.

He slipped on top of the container but was quick to recover his footing, landing on the ground perfectly with Seungmin’s help.

Felix was next as Changbin turns to you and looks down at your bleeding leg.

“Go, I’m right behind you-”

“Are you hurt?”

“Bin, I’m fine. Go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Bin, the longer we stay here we’re gonna be food.” You said impatiently despite knowing he was just worried for you. So with one quick sigh, Changbin leaps off the edge and lands perfectly on the metal container. Chan and you continued to shoot at the ones coming from round the corner.

“Let’s go!” Changbin shouts from below as you turn to Chan who then looks at you quickly.

“I’ll jump first, I’ll catch you okay?” He said, to which you nod as Chan leaps off easily and lands on the container just like how Changbin did. You were about to climb over when the growls began to get closer.

“Y/N, jump!” Chan yells as he has his arms open for you.

Without further ado, you hopped off the edge only for Chan to catch you smoothly before passing you to Changbin.

In less than 2 minutes, the 3 of you finally got back on the jeep to which Minho soon drove off into the distance, running over a number of Cranks along the way. Only when you were at least a few kilometres away from the city did you feel a sense of security. You were just laying your head on Hyunjin’s shoulder when Changbin spoke up.

“We need to clean your wound before it gets infected.” You knew he was right but your leg was throbbing so badly, it felt like a metal rod got plunged through your flesh.

Jisung took the first aid from his bag, passing the rubbing alcohol and bandages to Changbin.

“Hold his hand. It’s gonna hurt like a bitch.” Changbin warns you as Hyunjin grabs your hand. And right after you do, Changbin pours the liquid over your open wound. The pained scream that leaves your lips, only makes the rest of them feel extremely bad for you.

“Fuck! I’m sorry! It’s done! It’s done! You’re okay!” Changbin said as he wraps your leg with the bandage over the soaked cotton pad to cover the wound.

After he was done, your breathing finally went stable as you hugged Hyunjin’s arm for support.

“It’s done… I’m done…” Changbin said breathily as he then scoots closer to you before he pulls you into his arms. With that being said, you buried your face into his chest, letting him caress his hands up and down your back to soothe you.

“Shh, don’t cry anymore. You’re a strong girl. You’re okay. I’m here. I’m here baby.” Changbin whispers the last word so that only you will hear it.

Your heart softened at this new side of him, knowing he meant every single word of it.

Just then, you felt him kiss the bridge of your nose only to whisper softly for you to hear, “You’re okay baby. I’m here.” This made you tilt your head up and soon met his sweet gaze. You could’ve sworn his eyes twinkled as he looked down at you, earning a soft tired smile from you.

“Go and rest.” He said as you nodded. Right when you were about to look back down, Changbin leaned his head down to let his lips hover over yours briefly before kissing you softly.

Your eyelids flutter shut, feeling him move his lips against yours before pulling away. He pressed his lips onto the tip of your nose and smiled.

“Sleep.” Was all he said and soon, you did just that.

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You woke up to find yourself in a completely new place. You no longer were in the back of the jeep, instead you were in someone’s home. Chan, Changbin and Minho went to search the entire area to make sure all of you were safe from those creatures. Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin did a thorough search around the house, making sure that there weren't any uninvited guests in the household.

Jisung and Hyunjin stayed by you to look after your sleeping figure. The two boys were seated on the couch, keeping their senses on full alert in case something happens. Soon, the front doors opened quietly as the 3 boys entered the home just in time for the other 3 to appear from down the hall.

“Are we clear?” Hyunjin asked as they all nodded to respond. You let out a small sigh when you got up, getting questioned by Jisung who looked at you in worry.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“A walk around the house. Can’t stay limping forever.” You flashed him a small smile before you walked past the rest of them with very little struggle.

After you left to walk up the steps, the boys turned their heads to Changbin who put down his shotgun on the table and braces himself for the list of questions he knew he was about to get.

“So… finally came around?” Jisung teased as Changbin rolled his eyes at the boy despite knowing they all had probably witnessed the kiss from earlier.

“I never said I wouldn’t.” Changbin tried to defend himself but it backfired.

“You did say you didn’t want her in the team.” Seungmin smirked, earning a scowl from the elder.

“You guys are ridiculous.” Changbin said as he turned to leave, heading for the stairs to find you. The boys couldn’t help but laugh quietly and soon, Hyunjin said something that made the rest of them agree 100%.

“He’s so in love.”

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Changbin reaches the second floor of the house, peeking down the corridor to find any movements from you. He was about to turn left when he heard a shuffle coming from down the hall on the right. With careful steps, he slowly walked towards the last door after seeing that the other rooms were empty. Once he was at the last door, he peeked into the room to see you staring out the window.

His lips unconsciously curved upwards as he walked closer to you, leaving as little footsteps as possible until he was right behind you. And soon after, you felt warm arms snake around your waist from behind, essentially pulling you into a back hug.

You relaxed in his arms as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. His hair tickles the side of your face, causing you to let out a soft giggle.

Both of you stayed like that for a few minutes before you slowly turned around in his arms until you were face to face with him. Changbin’s soft gaze lingers on your irises as his hands caressed your waist soothingly.

None of you had words to say, but actions were a substitute instead because the next thing you know, Changbin had leaned in to kiss you first.

The kiss was soft and gentle, feeling his hands slide around your waist to hug you closer.

Your hands found its way to the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair. You haven’t kissed someone in a long time and right now, it feels so heavenly. Changbin pulls away briefly only to kiss you again. The thought of you kissing Changbin would have never crossed your mind a few weeks back.

Yet, here you are with fate turning your life around in front of your very own eyes.

“You should get some rest.” He whispered.

“What about you?”

“I’ll probably sleep downstairs with the boys.”

You grew hesitant for a second and he could clearly see it. He decides to keep quiet until you said something that surprises him.

“Stay with me… please?”

His heart did a flip, loving the way you had to ask like it was necessary to get his permission for something so innocent. Eventually, he gave in to you, asking you to give him a minute so that he could go downstairs and tell the others.

Once he did that, he came back to that same room only to find you already laying in bed. Your eyelids were heavy as he smiled while walking over to you.

He climbed onto the bed, letting you lay your head on his chest and wrapped one arm around your back. In less than 5 minutes, you both fell asleep from the draining energy.

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A week passed, so far you’ve all managed to survive multiple near death encounters with those flesh eating monsters. You were almost further up north, still trying to find a semi-permanent place to live. Today was no different than the previous days. Chan drove to an abandoned mall downtown, where you saw the parking lot to be extremely empty save for two destroyed cars.

However, you’ve learned from your experiences to never judge a book by its cover. Normally, it’s places like this where they lurk in the shadows on the mall. Not one, not two, but at least a whole army of them.

Chan and Minho stayed by the jeep to keep a lookout while the rest of you entered the mall to look for supplies.

You were just collecting new clothes for everyone when all of a sudden, you heard a loud gunshot followed by a series of disgruntled snarls coming from downstairs.

Soon enough, the whole mall suddenly became filled with these monsters everywhere you turn, making it near to impossible for you to escape. Just then, you heard Hyunjin’s yell from one of the entrances, “Guys! Over here! Quick!”

You were sprinting towards the escalator when you saw a group of Cranks approaching you from the left side of the mall.

“Fucking hell.” You cursed out of annoyance as you reached the escalator and soon slid down the centre of the two steps. You made it to the first floor and ran as fast as you could. However, right when you were about to reach Hyunjin, a familiar deep yell made you stop in your tracks as you saw Changbin trapped on the ground with a Crank above him.

Hyunjin aimed his shotgun at the creature and made a clean shot to its head. You ran to Changbin as you helped him up and led him to the door. Once everyone was out, the 7 of you made it back to the jeep and Chan was quick to zoom out of there leaving the Cranks behind.

You were too busy catching your breath, you didn’t notice the unusual mark on Changbin’s forearm until you turned to ask him a question.

Your eyes were set on his arm where he tried his best to cover using his other hand.

“Changbin…” Your voice came out as a whisper, gaining the attention of those in the back with you. They followed your gaze and all you saw was the prominent bite mark on Changbin’s arm.

The boys began to panic and get concerned over this but Changbin seemed to be too overwhelmed by this whole unfortunate situation.

“Hyung… You’re-” Jeongin’s voice got silenced by Changbin’s cold ones.

“-bitten. I know.”

The atmosphere suddenly grew still, unsure of how to react. With that being said, you reach over to take a closer look at it but instead, Changbin pulls his arm away from you desperately.

“Please… just… leave me alone.” His words were cold but broken.

You gave him exactly what he wants, knowing damn well you shouldn’t force him. A part of you hopes for him to recover, but another part of you knew what was bound to happen. And yet, you weren’t ready to let him go.

A few minutes later, Chan found an old factory to seek shelter in. After you were parked, Changbin got out almost hastily as he went straight towards the back of the building far from everyone else.

Chan and Minho, who didn't know what’s happening, came up to those at the back to ask if Changbin was okay. With a heavy heart, you turned to them and frowned.

“He got bit…” You said, earning a deep frown from both of them.

“What? When?” Chan asked.

“Just now, at the mall.” Hyunjin explained. All of you grew silent as you then heard Minho ask, “How long does one take to fully evolve?”

“I’m not sure. It could be overnight, days, or maybe weeks…” Chan said.

“Then we should just keep him with us. Who knows? Maybe he’s immune? Or if we can figure out how to stop the virus from spreading?” Felix brainstormed a couple of ideas.

“Even if we cut the bitten part off, the virus would have spread at least into the veins by now.” Chan said.

To say he was worried is an understatement. In fact, everyone was deeply worried for Changbin. Nobody knows what will happen next. Nonetheless, you knew that you had to be there for him. So you excused yourself to go find him.

Upon reaching the back of the building, you found him seated leaning against the wall of the factory. He was staring at the bite mark in which you let out a soft smile before whispering a quiet “hey” to inform him of your presence.

Changbin turns to you and a small smile appears on his face. You sat down beside him, letting your hand cup his uninjured hand in his lap.

“What are you thinking about right now?” You asked as he took a while to answer you but he eventually did.

“I’m thinking about how I can’t get a proper date with you?” His reply made you giggle, earning a soft laugh from him too.

“Besides that?” You said.

“Is this really how I’m gonna die?” His question was more of a question to himself instead of to you which broke your heart into a million pieces.

“You’ll get through this… I know you will.”

“Who are you lying to? You and I both know I’m not gonna make it.”

“Don’t.” You hissed despite knowing it’s true. You kept telling yourself he’s gonna get better, that he’s going to recover and still be the sweet Changbin you fell for.

“Don’t say that…” You whispered as he frowned at you. He then reached up to cup your face with his bitten arm, caressing your cheeks softly before he whispered to you something that made your heart swell.

“If I don’t make it out alive-”

“You will.”

Changbin sighs at your stubbornness but nevertheless continues.

“Please know that I’m really, really sorry for how I treated you in high school and during the first few days we got reunited.” He apologized to you, earning a shake of your head followed by a tear that rolled down your cheek.

“I already forgave you Bin.” You said as he weakly smiled at you. Changbin closed his eyes, seeing a few drops of tears roll down his face.

Just then, you pull him into a reassuring kiss that makes him feel safe. “You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay.” You whispered against his lips as you kissed him again to seal your promise.

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Day 1 after the bite

Chan asked Minho, you, Changbin and Hyunjin to go for a quick stock run downtown while the rest of them stayed behind to make the factory a little more accommodating for all of you. The four of you came back with a whole amount of new supplies that would come in handy for the small renovation happening in that factory.

As for Changbin, there wasn’t much difference in him yet for he was still the same teasing, loud boy everyone knew. Maybe he will be okay after all.

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Day 2 after the bite

Similar to the day before, Changbin hadn’t really shown any obvious signs of changing. This made you have a slither of hope that he would be okay. You didn’t want to believe that he was bitten. You wished that you got bit instead. You could never imagine the pain his close friends would feel losing someone so dear to them. It hurts you and yet, you couldn’t turn back time to prevent it from happening.

You prayed that Changbin would somehow be immune to the virus. You weren’t ready to lose him. You really weren’t. You’ve just gotten to experience what it feels like to be truly loved and cared for by someone who means the world to you now.

You didn’t want to lose him.

Not now.

Not ever.

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Day 5 after the bite

Changbin was starting to show some changes. His skin was slightly dry as the veins began to get visible from under his skin. Though his eyes were still the same brown orbs you were used to seeing, you didn’t miss the tiny veins that were peeking from under his eyes. He was also easily irritated by little things anyone did. He would start to throw minor tantrums every now and then.

And yet, you still had a slither of faith in him to survive through this and get better.

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Day 7 after the bite

Things were starting to get intense but Changbin was trying so hard to control the virus in him even if it meant getting violent on himself. At this point, Chan was afraid that Changbin might hurt himself. Even Jisung and Seungmin who were tasked to stay close to Changbin, notices the way the elder boy tends to take the nearest object only to slam it against his arm where he got bit.

Changbin even attempted to cut off his own arm just so the virus couldn't spread throughout his body. He just wants the suffering to end. He couldn’t bear to see his loved ones get hurt because of him. He was turning into a monster that he has been killing off without a single ounce of mercy.

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Day 9 after the bite

Changbin’s transformation was beginning to be seen clearly as his skin was covered with black protruding veins. His eyes were starting to change into jet black pupils but he tries so hard to fight the virus. His strong will to slow down the process of changing into a monster was working but only for a few minutes. Your heart shattered at the sight of him crumbling to the ground just so he would stop himself from harming any of you.

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Day 11 after the bite

“Hyung, you have to kill me. I don’t wanna turn into those monsters… Please…” Changbin begs as Chan and Minho stood in front of him where Changbin forced them to chain his wrist to a railing. The two elders felt like they were in a dilemma, they never expected this to happen to any of them. The 8 of them have grown closer throughout the weeks ever since the apocalypse started.

Sure they were friends even before the chaos but after the apocalypse, their bond was even tighter as they went through the chaos together. And now that one of their friends is down, all they could do was hold their tears despite feeling sad and furious at the same time.

“Bin, there must be something we can do…” Chan tried as Changbin growled, the virus kicking in. He managed to switch his last bit of humanity on again, only to whimper, “H-Hyung, p-please…”

Changbin paused as he whispered to them the things that Chan and Minho could never abide by.

“P-Please don’t… t-tell her. S-Say that I killed myself.”

Immediately, both Chan and Minho shook their heads, knowing that you would want to see Changbin for the last time. You deserved to see him. Chan and Minho looked over at each other as they had deep frowns on their faces.

“Get some rest. We’ll see you in the morning.” Minho said as the two soon walked away, leaving a transforming Changbin chained to the railing.

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You woke up in the middle of the night from a horrible nightmare. You were drenched in cold sweat. This was bad. A huge part of you wanted to check on Changbin but a smaller part of you told you it wasn’t a good idea. And yet, here you are, walking towards the back part of the factory where Changbin was.

The guys were still sleeping when you left the area. Making your right turn, you saw him curled up on the ground. As much as you wanted to go there and cuddle him, you knew it was dangerous.

So with light steps, you approached his back but his senses came to life almost immediately. He sat up and turned the minute he heard a soft shuffle behind him, his eyes instantly lit up when he saw you.

He was broken. And so were you.

“Hey…” You started, seeing a small smile on his face.

“Hey baby…” He whispered as you kneeled down in front of him, letting your hand cup his face gently while you caressed his cheek soothingly.

“How are you holding up?” You asked.

“...okay I guess?”

“We’re gonna get through this. You’re gonna get better, I promise…” You said, hoping these aren’t lies you kept telling yourself. As if on cue, a tear rolled down your cheek, making him wipe it with his thumb.

“Y/N-”

“No! Don’t say it… Don’t tell me you’re gonna die. Don’t tell me you’re going to be one of them. You’re not. I won’t let that happen!” You cried in anger despite knowing you had no solution to his infection.

“Baby, you have to listen to me…”

“What else is there to say, Bin? I keep telling myself that you’ll be okay… I kept wishing that it was me instead… You shouldn’t leave your friends… They need you…”

“And I need you…” He whispered, his veins pulsating rapidly throughout his body but he tried his best to suppress it. You crumble down into a crying mess, while he reaches for you and hugs you. Changbin wasn’t ready to leave you and his friends but he knew there was no other way.

He plants a gentle kiss on your neck as a way to tell you that it’s going to be okay.

This sweet moment only lasted for a bit before you felt him tremble uncontrollably against you. The next thing you knew, Changbin was begging you to leave. Of course you chose not to, stubborn to leave him in case he needs you.

“Y/N leave!”

“No! I’m not going anywhere!”

“Baby please listen to me…” He then felt like his bones were cracking in his body, making him scream. “Baby, go!” He growls at you sternly.

His eyes were growing full black, his veins were protruding on his skin, his demeanour had gotten aggressive by now as he harshly tugs on his chain around his wrist. You take careful steps back when you realize he was about to free himself.

“Binnie…” Your voice was shaky as he growled yet again while tugging on the chain. With one forceful yank of his wrist, the chains burst into pieces as you flinched in shock.

Changbin slowly stands up on his two feet, back facing you.

“Binnie…?” You call softly as he lets out a disgruntled growl, triggering your senses. Similar to a horror movie, Changbin began to turn his head around letting you face him and that’s when you noticed the way his face no longer resembled the sweet, loving boy who was a friend and also a lover.

A snarl left his lips as he started going after you. As much as you wanted to stay by his side, you knew you had to run. And so you did.

You run like your life depends on it.

Upon making a few turns, you found yourself in the middle of the empty factory building with no one else around. All your friends were on the other side of the compound. Right when you were about to take a step forward, Changbin seemed to have grabbed your shirt and used his body weight to push you down to the ground.

You fell with a loud thud as you turned around to let him face you. Desperately, you pressed your forearms against his collarbones, pushing him with all your might while a high pitched scream left your lips.

Changbin’s growls and his will to chomp down on you brings you back to the time where your mother was in the same position as he was. This alone made you feel weak again, like your whole body forgot how to react.

You figured maybe if you talked to Changbin, he would be able to turn on every last bit of humanity he had left.

Which is exactly what you did.

“Baby! Baby please! It’s me! It’s me… Baby please… Don’t do this… I know you’re still in here somewhere… You’re strong! You can fight this! Please!” You begged as you cried beneath him. For a moment there, you saw Changbin’s lips curve into a frown as he stared at you innocently.

However, this damn virus was strong.

Changbin shook his head and turned back into this merciless monster but you never gave up even after hearing heavy footsteps coming towards you from afar.

“Binnie… Baby… please… please don’t do this…” You whispered again as you carefully reached up to cup his face.

This time, the rest of the boys had come to a stop a few feet beside where you and Changbin were currently laying. They watched as Changbin began to have an inner battle with the virus. You sniffled as you cupped both sides of his face to make him focus.

“Hey… Hey… look at me. You can fight it.” You tried giving him some words of encouragement but it seems like Changbin had a different plan. Because suddenly, he snatched the pistol from your waist and pointed the gun to his forehead.

This was enough to make everyone in the room panic including Chan.

“Woah! Woah, calm down tiger. We can figure something out. Just, put down the gun…” Chan said carefully as he started to approach you and Changbin.

“Don’t you get it? I’m already dead! I don’t want to turn into them.” Changbin cried.

“There must be another way to save you, Bin.”

“Stop saying that! Please… If you ever cared for me, if you ever saw me as your friend, your brother, you’re not gonna let me suffer.” Changbin’s words struck Chan like lightning. He hates that Changbin was using this against him.

“Changbin-”

“Hyung please!”

You were broken, you didn’t know what to do. So when Changbin grabbed your hand and placed the pistol in yours, he said something that makes your heart break.

“Listen to me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me the past few weeks. I never thought I’d fall for the girl who I used to torment back in high school but I did. And I wouldn’t swap you for anyone else. But these last few days, all I could think about was you. I want you to be safe. I want you to survive. I want you to carry on with your life. But that won’t happen as long as I’m around, like this…” Changbin paused as he cups your face gently while you cry.

“So please… If you… If… you ever loved me… please end my suffering… Because I… I love you.” Changbin whispered as you stared at him with glossy eyes. You could hear the cries of everyone else, especially Seungmin and Felix.

Your heart hurts as if you’ve just been run over by a truck.

With a shaky breath, you closed your eyes allowing the tears to stream down your face before you glanced down at the pistol in your hand.

Changbin takes your hand in his and guides the pistol to press it’s barrel against his forehead. Your hand was horribly shaking as your index finger hovered over the trigger. You weren’t ready to pull it nor were you ready to know that he was going to die in your hands.

“I… I can’t… I can’t do it…” Your voice trembled as he smiled at you warmly.

“Yes you can. Just… pull the trigger back.”

“N-No… N-No… I c-can’t… Let… Let one of them do it…”

“I want you to do it.” Changbin said, making you frown.

“Bin, I can’t…”

“Baby, please?” His eyes were shaking. You couldn’t bear to see him suffer anymore.

“O-Okay… Okay… I’ll do it…” You said softly as Changbin pulled your wrist away briefly only to plant a kiss to your cheek before he whispered, “Thank you baby.”

When he pulled back to face the boys, you frowned as you heard him say to the guys.

“Bye guys… You guys were the best family I could ever ask for… I love you guys…” The younger ones struggled to reply as they were all crying so hard while Chan, Minho and Hyunjin managed to give a response.

“Goodbye my friend… I promise we won’t let you down.” Minho smiled through the tears.

“You’ve always been my favourite hyung…” Hyunjin said in between sniffles as he forced a pained smile on his face.

“Rest well Bin ah… You’ve done well to protect us and yourself. We love you Bin.” Chan said as tears began to stream down his face after holding them back desperately. Changbin then turned back to you when he saw the way you had your eyes closed, the sound of pistol shaking could be heard so he gently cupped your hands and brought the pistol barrel back to his head.

Taking one deep breath, Changbin whispers his last words to you.

“I love you Y/N.”

You cried again as your lower lips quivered harshly but nonetheless you replied to him.

“I love you too Changbin.”

With that being said, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes shut, finally pulling the trigger to end his misery.

Fuck you were shaking badly.

The loud gunshot echoed around the factory as you heard a loud thump on the ground. You slowly opened your eyes and the sight of Changbin laying there with a mixture of black and crimson red blood pooling around his head, made you cry even harder.

You collapsed beside his feet, burying your face in your hands as your cries were loud. Chan took off his jacket and soon placed it over Changbin’s head to cover his face out of respect.

You were a mess, and so were the others. Hyunjin came over to you as he lifted your upper body off the ground and soon cradled you in his arms, letting you bury your head in his chest while you cried. The guys mourned over their friend as they decided to bury him behind the factory building.

After they managed to do so, you all placed some of Changbin’s favourite items on the ground where his grave was.

Ever since then, the boys have been taking care of you well, making sure you were safe. If you got injured, they would aid you and vice versa. Little did you know, two nights before it ended for Changbin, Chan and Minho made a promise to him.

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“Hyung… promise me something.” Changbin said.

“Anything Bin…” Minho’s voice was soft but broken.

“Promise me that no matter what happens, take care of Y/N for me. Don’t let her do anything stupid. I’m going to lose her soon… I don’t want you guys to lose her too…”

“We promise Bin. We promise to keep her safe no matter what.” Chan said.

“Thank you…”

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