#Seungmin: unlike this old man

[hongjoongsgoat]

Stray Kids as text posts, S-class edition!

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Skz reacting to you kissing them in front of the other members

Warnings: um some kissing ig? Nothing else really

Tags: established relationships, kissing, so much fluff, seungmin being a little menace like always, I think that’s it

A/n: have this while you wait for my long hyunjin one shot! Also I just started writing skz and don’t fully know how to write their personalities yet so pls be kind🙏

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Chan:

I kinda feel like this would be a normal thing for y’all?

Like you would frequently come by the studio while skz is recording to visit him

And you’d always end up giving him a little hello and goodbye kiss

It was always just a peck but you’d think you two were full on groping each other by the way the members start gagging and groaning

They honestly should be used to it by now but they just can’t help but tease their dad leader

Mainly seungmin

“Ew you like kissing old men?”

But Chan’s used to it by now and just rolls his eyes and focuses back on his work

But he can’t hide the smile on his face

He kinda likes when the members tease him, it really makes them feel like family

Minho:

Would definitely turn it into a spectacle

Ik he doesn’t normally like skin ship from the other member that much so many people think he wouldn’t like pda from the reader but I think it’d be quite the opposite

Like I feel like he’d be the type that would grab you and pull you in closer when you try to just give him a peck in the dorm

Like we’re talking turning it into a full on make out session

And he’s fully aware the members are there, that’s partly why he does it

He thinks it’s kinda funny to get a reaction out of them

I feel like there’d be a mix array of both groaning an wolf whistling from the others

Either way he’d just throw a middle finger to the members over his shoulder as he smirks into the kiss

Changbin:

I actually kinda feel like changbin would be a little embarrassed

Like at first he’d kinda forget the other members are there and kinda get into it

And then when he’d hear the reaction from the members he’d pull away with a little blush on his cheeks

Would have that cute little embarrassed smile that he does as he lowers his head a little as he murmurs a “shut up” to the members

(If you’re a stay I feel like you definitely know which smile I’m talking about)

Would totally never admit to anybody that he was blushing

Like the other members maybe Chan would tease him like “aw binnies embarrassed”

And changbin being his loud self would be like “HUH? YOU THINK ID GET EMBARRASSED OVER SOMETHING LIKE THIS?”

Like my mind immediately went to that men in colorful pants vlive he did with Chan and Han when he was yelling at chan for calling him out on rapping his line too fast and he was like “YOU THINK I RAPPED FAST CAUSE I WAS NERVOUS?” Lol

Just imagine him saying it like that if you’ve seen that live

Jisung:

This man would be SHOOK

Like I’m talking about pulling away like he’s been BURNED

Quokka cheeks are flaming red

Why do I almost feel like this man would let out a surprised yelp as if you’ve just attacked him lmao

Looks between you and the members with wide eyes like “did that really just happen?”

unlike with the others I feel like the members wouldn’t make teasing comments towards you guys

They’d just be on the floor ROLLING at Han for getting so flustered

And even though you were the cause of it he’d still hide his face behind you to escape his embarrassment

Hyunjin:

Feel like he wouldn’t get too into the kiss knowing the others are there

But also would definitely lean into you a bit

For some reason I just feel like hyunjin would be an amazing kisser

I mean have you seen those luscious lips??

Anyways that’s a story for another fic lol I’m getting distracted

like Chan I’d feel like he’d get his sassy eye roll going on when the members made a comment

With how much it seems that hyunjin and seungmin play around with each other seungmin would definitely tease the shit out of him

And hyunjin would give him that signature bombastic side eye

I feel like seungmin would keep it going to the point of hyunjin just eventually standing up to literally pounce on him

Seungmin would just be laughing like a maniac the whole time

Felix:

I actually feel like Felix wouldn’t be as embarrassed as you’d think

Like Ik he’s a smol bean but down deep I feel like Felix is actually pretty confident

Not in a cocky way but like he’s sure of himself yk?

Like I feel like he’d just smile into it

Turns it into a bit of a longer but still soft and sweet kiss

Just completely ignoring the noises from the members in the background

Like I think he’d just be in his own little world with you

After y’all pull away he just pulls you to sit facing forward on his lap and hugs you from behind

Has THE brightest smile on his face as he does it

Seungmin:

I kinda feel like seungmin wouldn’t like you giving him pda

Not like to the point of getting angry or anything

But I kinda feel like he’d pull an “ew” face lol

(And I don’t mean this as being bad or anything, I myself don’t really love pda so I get it lol)

But you probably do it to just playfully annoy him

Which is why you’d probably be giggling with the members at him

“I hate you guys” but he’d say it with a smile on his face so you knew he wasn’t actually upset about it

He’d probably give you a long kiss later in his room to make up for it

Jeongin:

He wouldn’t go as far as to immediately yank away like jisung

But he’d definitely be a shy baby

Ik he looks all grown up and stuff these days but I feel like little baby bread is still under there somewhere lol

Like his eyes would widen mid kiss when he really processes that you’re kissing him in front of everyone

The members wouldn’t so much as tease him like with the others as they would moan and groan about seeing their little maknae doing “adult stuff” lol

Poor thing would definitely turn red, covering his face with his hands as he sunk down

Would honestly be wishing the couch would just swallow him up

Probably wouldn’t make eye contact with you for the rest of the night because he’d just start immediately blushing lol

Also would probably keep his distance cause anytime your hands so much as touched the members would tease him about y’all making sure you weren’t “moving too fast”

End notes: well I officially finished this at 5am lmao. Guess I better head to bed🫡

[bahablastplz]

All in | Chapter 10.5 (Seungmin)

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: Seungmin only ever cared about one thing. When you lose the one thing you care about, it's easy to watch your life slip away before your eyes. How did Seungmin come to join SKZ?

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings

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Seungmin:

When I was eight years old, my parents signed me up for little league baseball. 

They did it without my permission and I begged for them every single day to not make me go. The prospect of actually having to put in effort was so daunting–I knew that even as a child; that there would be people that were better than me and that I was setting myself up for disappointment for even trying. 

I had no interest in baseball, I told them. 

When I was eight years old, my father took me to my first baseball game. It was a last-ditch effort to try to spark my interest. I knew what he was doing before he even did it, honestly, but for some reason it is still one of the best memories I have. The excitement of the crowd, the adrenaline cheering for your team as they hit a home run, the atmosphere… It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. 

When I was eight years old, I found something that I had a passion for. Although I had never had any particular interest in putting effort into anything before, I decided that I would play baseball. 

I wasn’t a natural. Not at first, at least. But for some reason, I didn’t give up hope. My father would take me to the batting cage every weekend and I would practice for hours until I was covered in sweat and starving. Then we would go out for dinner and get pizza, just the two of us. It became our tradition, something I looked forward to every week. 

When I was eleven years old, I was great at baseball. I had the hardest swing on our team, I had a decent catch, and it wasn’t so hard anymore. I made friends on the baseball team and we would practice every day. 

I made a decision by the time I hit highschool that I wanted to pursue baseball. Professionally. And I had all of the support in the world behind me. My father came to every game I had. I was recruited during my senior year of high school for one of the top athletic colleges in the country, given a full scholarship so that I could pursue baseball. 

In front of my eyes I watched my dreams come true. 

People used to tell me that things were handed to me on a silver platter. They didn’t know that this wasn’t really the case. I worked diligently every day to make sure that I was good at something; baseball quickly became my entire identity. If I didn’t have it, what would I have? It was the foundation that my relationship with my father was built, the only reason why we were close. It was the foundation upon which I would pursue further education, it was my future career path, it was my pride and joy, the reason why I had my friends, and my entire being. Things were not handed to me in any shape, way, or form. It was a foundation that I had built up myself and it was beautiful and it was everything. 

When there’s a crack in the foundation upon which everything is built, you may not notice when things start to crumble until it’s too late. 

When I was eighteen years old, a freshman in college, my father died. A drunk driver hit him in the middle of the night, after he attended my first ever baseball game in college. He slapped me on the shoulder, told me he was incredibly proud of me and the man that I had become, and that night he was taken away from me. 

Crack. 

Sometimes I felt like an empty shell. It’s harder to make friends in college, especially when all you have is a passion for baseball and a finance degree you’re not even sure why you’re pursuing. 

I don’t do things unless I know that I’m good at them. 

I don’t know where the fear of rejection and failure came from, but it’s what drove me to be the top of my class and the best player on the team. I did it because I knew that I could. There’s no point in doing something if you’re not going to be the best at it. So what if my father couldn’t come to my baseball games anymore? I was still the best. 

Years went by. Senior year of college. It’s when you let time pass and the dust settle that things start to go wrong again, that you’re reminded that things can never be perfect forever. 

I get my first B on an assignment and I’m reminded that if I don’t put in the most amount of effort possible, that people will see me for the truth, and that is that I’m not perfect. 

Crack. 

It doesn’t matter that I’m already getting recruited for baseball teams out of college and I haven’t even graduated yet, because this one thing has broken me and reminded me of my flaws. 

I have two more games left in college. One month before graduation. A month to get my grades up and a month to show the coaches that I’m the best one on the team. That they should push me up a league, that I should be recruited. 

I never felt more alive than I did when I was on the field. Standing at home plate, bat in hands and ready to swing. There’s a moment between when the pitcher throws the ball and you hit it that you can feel your heart stop beating momentarily. Your mind is empty, devoid of all thoughts, and all that matters is you on this field, here and now. In that second, you don’t have to think about a B on an assignment. You don’t have to think about how alone you are, and that all of your friends are superficial. You don’t have to think about how your dad could have been here, at your second to last game, and that he would have cheered you on louder than any other person in this crowd. You don’t have to think about being the best. 

It’s that moment when I know I’m human. 

In the ninth inning, I swung my bat and I hit the ball. It’s almost a home-run, but not quite. It landed somewhere in the outfield, rolling on the grass and eventually picked up by the left fielder. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, his arm slung back and ready to throw. I was on third base; I could have stopped there and played it safe, or I could have gone for a home-run. My second to last game, I made eye contact with my mother in the crowd. 

I decided to go all-in. 

I knew I could make it to home plate. I never do anything that I know that I can’t do. 

I heard the rip before I felt it. 

Crack. 

Crack.

Crumble. 

I was nothing on the ground. A pile of myself. They had to drag me off the field, inconsolable and sobbing vehemently. I was ruined. I was nothing. I knew at that moment that I would never be able to play baseball again, that I was a shell of myself, that I would never be human again. 

I was everything until I was nothing. 

The doctor later informed me that I had torn my ACL. It required extensive surgery, but even still it would take years to recover; medication, physical therapy, probably some more exploratory surgery if the first one didn’t go well. 

I wouldn’t play in the final game. I wouldn’t get recruited. Everything was all for naught. 

I returned to school a few days later, though I wasn’t really all the way there. I was a soulless being walking around in what used to be my body. 

I almost flunked out of college in my senior year. I barely scraped by, only making it because I had the sympathies of my professors who knew me so well before my injury. I barely woke up most days. What was the point? Who was I if not myself? 

I graduated with my degree in finance, no longer top of my class. 

I sometimes think about my life in terms of before and after. But, there are many befores and afters, are there not? There was my life before my parents signed me up for little league baseball and there was my life after. There was my life before I received a full-ride into the school of my dreams to pursue my passion, and there was my life after. There was my life before my father was taken away so viciously from me, and there was my life after. There was my life before… my injury, and there was life after. 

After I graduated, I needed to make a living. My mother encouraged me to come back home and live with her, knowing that my injury had torn me apart at the seams. I declined, wanting not to worry her even more, and got my own apartment. I searched for new highs and new lows, eventually finding that I was exceptionally good at gambling. 

I don’t do things unless I know I’m good at them. I became skilled at card-counting, something mostly frowned upon. I had a great poker face–so what if I won the money? I had nothing to lose. No amount of money would bring my dream back. 

I swindled a lot of people out of their money fast. That’s how I became well-known in the most popular casino in town, spending most of my nights inside those four brightly colored walls. If I looked at them just right, sometimes the shining lights of the slot machines reminded me of the lights on the outfield. 

I have prided myself on being smart for a long time. I should have foreseen the outcome of getting approached by Bang Christopher Chan. It was his casino after all, and they were losing a lot of money because of me. When he approached me, I wasn’t afraid. I expected him to threaten me, to ask for all of the earnings back, to beat me within an inch of my life. 

I didn’t expect for him to ask me to join his team. 

“Why do you want me?” I had asked. 

“You’ve cost my casino a lot of money. There is a debt to be repaid, and I’ll see to it that you do so. But more than that… I can tell there used to be a fire in your eyes, but now there’s nothing left but a spark. I want to reignite it, give you purpose,” he told me.“Find purpose in me. In SKZ. You’re an incredibly intelligent man. You know about finance, you could be of use to us. You could be good at it, I truly believe it. You don’t have to throw your life away because you don’t know who you are anymore. Let me help you find it. Let that be your debt, repaid.” 

“And if I don’t?” I didn’t know how he knew all of that about me and it was concerning. The thought of trying to find myself again, however, left a sick feeling in my gut. Was there anything left to find? Was there really anything left for me to be good at?

“I think you’ll come to see that you don’t have much of a choice. Kim Seungmin, if you continue living life the way that you are, you’re going to die. Either at my hand or your own.”

Standing in front of Bang Chan at that moment, I felt something akin to that moment between when the pitcher throws the ball and you hit it. At that moment, I could feel my heart stop beating momentarily. My mind was empty, devoid of all thoughts, and all that mattered was the here and now. I felt human. 

I hadn’t experienced that feeling since my accident. 

Which is maybe why I took him up on his offer. What did I have to lose? 

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hear me out.

tickle fight w minho🤭

just an idea, no pressure🙊

say less!! much love for the sassy bunny <3

okokok had a tough time coming up w an idea for this one BUT!! i took inspo from when he, changbin, and felix played pool and minho got all up in felix’s face…

like i was just imagining tickling him for being a little shit?? and him taking revenge?? yes plz.

(i experimented w some formatting/structure, so i hope it's not too confusing to read. though i like writing in second person, it can be tough to work w sometimes. i apologize in advance!!)

enjoyyyyy!!!

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"goddammit!! i swear he's cheating!!" you cry out, nearly throwing your pool cue to the floor in defiance.

felix catches it before you can. "he's not." he sighs in mild defeat. "thing is neither of us are very good and he is."

lee minho, infamous bunny bully and your boyfriend, had been whooping up on you in partnered pool all day. you'd been partnered with just about every member (save for changbin, he was always minho's partner) and in each game you lost. minho wasn't super great at pool by any means, but he was calculating and crazy competitive. and he got lucky a lot. which is why he was currently trying to sink the eight ball while you and felix desperately tried to catch up.

"preying on the weak is a coward's move, minho!" chan called from the couch. he had been your first and best partner, but after one game he tapped out for-what seungmin called-"old man reasons".

minho, who was chalking his cue, stuck his tongue out at chan. you rolled your eyes.

he could be so childish.

"it's not personal, jagi. i know it's hard to lose so much, but it's for your own good." minho shrugged, placing the cue chalk down. you gave him a look.

"oh really? how's that?" you asked, watching out of the corner of your eyes as felix missed another shot.

minho gave you one of his signature grins and lowered himself into the perfect position to finally sink the eight ball.

"it builds character." was all he said before tapping the cue ball just so- sending the eight ball ricocheting off the side of the pool table and right into a waiting pocket.

the cheers he let out should've been illegal. it's not like he was hurting for a win (unlike some people (you)).

"yes!" he exclaimed, clapping changbin on the back. in what seemed to be sudden burst of energy from the win, he rounded to your side of the table and got in your face, letting out a sort of growl.

you looked at him, eyes wide, completely taken aback by this behavior.

was he truly becoming a cat? after all this time?

"god, you are such a weirdo." you said, reaching up to flick his forehead. "good game. let's go again."

"i can't, i'm tired now. i need a nap." minho answered, turning to put his pool cue away.

changbin piped up at that. "tired? it's like 10pm. are you going to bed?"

minho shook his head. "i'm going to take a nap." he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. "see ya."

true to his word, he headed out of the game room and down the hall towards the room the both of you were staying in.

such a weirdo.

soon enough since it was getting late and they had a schedule tomorrow, the members started to follow minho's lead. they had a long day and definitely deserved the rest, but you were on a mission. you had to get better at pool so you'd be a slightly challenging opponent for minho in the future.

totally not because your ego was bruised after all those losses.

no, of course not.

you played by yourself for a while, working on consistently hitting the brightly colored balls into specific pockets. the few times you tried to get the ball to bounce off the side of the table, it didn't work. you still had a ways to go before you could compete against minho. and seeing as it had been at least an hour since he went to "nap", you decided he probably wasn't coming back out.

whatever, the two of you hardly ever played pool in the first place. what did it matter if you were good?

"oh good, you're still awake. ready for a rematch?"

it seemed you spoke too soon.

your eyes found minho standing in the doorway, bare-faced and wearing his glasses. his hair was sort of messy, confirming that he did in fact take a nap like the psycho he is. he was also wearing one of your old twice hoodies, and you made a mental note to grab it later. minho was a notorious hoodie thief.

"are you going to let me win for once?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

minho scoffed and walked into the room, grabbing a cue from the rack. "of course not. i don't go easy on anyone. not even you."

you knew that would be his answer. no matter, you planned for this. "alright, fine. then i propose a handicap. to make it fair."

"and that's different from me going easy on you how?"

"you can play however you want, as long as you observe it. i know how clever you are, you'll figure it out." truthfully, a handicap wasn't that much different than minho deliberately going easy on you. but pool made him competitive, and if he was feeling competitive sometimes he liked a challenge.

minho looked at you for a long time, before eventually shrugging. "what's the handicap?"

"for every one shot you take, i get two. sound fair?" minho scoffed at your words, shaking his head.

"you're on. i've seen how you shoot, jagi." he replied as he racked the balls.

you smiled to yourself. "you might be surprised."

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safe to say minho was not surprised.

you were just as terrible as you had been all day, even after all that practice you told him about. he almost felt bad for you. sure, you were great at many things he wasn't and you had a knack for picking up skills rather quickly. it just seemed like pool wasn't one of those skills.

now, he was just about to win again, and honestly... it felt just as good as all the other times.

"min! take your turn! i know you want to rub this in, so consider it rubbed..." you groaned, leaning on the table as you watched your boyfriend analyze the layout of the balls.

minho decided he had about two options to get each of his balls in. one he could do from where he was currently standing and it had a pretty decent chance of being successful. the other, however, required a lot more caution, and for him to be standing on the side of the table you were on.

safe to say he chose option two and sauntered over to your side of the table.

you turned towards him as he approached, giving him a questioning look. "couldn't you have just hit the green striped one from where you were standing?"

minho nodded. "i missed you."

"missed me? what are you-" he pressed a finger to your lips.

"let me concentrate." he said, earning him a glare as you gave him some space.

minho leaned onto the table, lining up his shot. it required some maneuvering to get his cue just right, but with a sharp thrust of the stick, the ball went rocketing into a corner pocket.

"let's go!" he cheered quietly. you scoffed behind him.

he had earned a second shot, so he walked back around to the other side of the table and lined up his next shot. the green striped ball went in as well. minho looked up at you with a gloating look, his smugness only growing when he saw a smile pull at the corner of your mouth. you were so whipped. it was cute.

now, for the eight ball.

this shot was tricky. the cue ball wasn't close to the black ball at all, so it meant he had to use one of your balls to hit it into whichever pocket he called.

"back left corner." he said aloud. with a deep breath, he lined up his shot and hit the cue ball just a bit harder than he would usually and sent it flying down the table, colliding with your ball, which collided with the eight ball...

...and sent it straight into the pocket he called.

minho practically threw his cue to the ground in his excitement, letting out a (soft) cry of excitement. something just came over him when he made good plays in pool- he couldn't help it.

that was certainly clear when he went running around the table again just to get in your face and brag.

except he didn't actually get to brag, because suddenly your hands were grabbing at his sides and he was being dragged to the ground.

"this'll teach you, you jerk!" you cried out as you staged your attack, tickling wherever you could reach while minho was still trying to understand what was happening.

he didn't even realize he was laughing until you started laughing with him, but then the sensations hit him like a truck. the familiar feeling of being tickled set his nervous system on fire as peals of laughter escaped his lips.

"NAHA!! jahahagi plehease!!" he choked out between laughs. "what did i dohoho?!"

you were sitting on his hips now, keeping him trapped beneath you as you went to town on his sides and abs. "what did you do? you really don't know?"

minho shook his head desperately.

"you've been an insufferable gloat all. day. long." you told him, punctuating each of the last three words with pokes to his bellybutton, earning some seriously embarrassing squeaks. "i decided it was time for me to put you in your place."

minho tried to come up with a witty reply, but your fingers dancing against his sides (getting dangerously close to his ribs) seemed to swallow his thoughts whole. all he could manage was a weak cry when you switched tactics and started massaging his ribs before he fell into wild cackles once again.

through his ticklish haze, minho could see you were having a great time. your cheeks were flushed and you had a wide smile on your face. seeing how pretty you looked was almost worth this punishment.

almost, but not quite.

a swipe of your fingers on his sensitive upper ribs was enough of an incentive to turn the tides. he grabbed your hips where you were straddling him and turned you both quickly to the side, ending up on top of you.

your eyes widened in surprise as you realized what he did. minho, still panting and giggling, brought his lips to yours in a soft kiss. it was the most affectionate he'd been all day, but it wasn't at all innocent.

while you kissed, he dug his fingers into your armpits.

"GAH!!" you screamed, trying to squirm away from his deft fingers. unfortunately, it seemed that he was just as good at pinning you as you were him.

minho smiled and pecked the side of your mouth. "aw, did you really no expect this?" he teased, worming his fingers deeper into your underarms. no matter how hard you tried to clamp them to your sides, the ticklish sensations never stopped.

you let out a shout of frustration as you laughed, batting and pushing at minho as much as you could without exposing more tickle spots.

"PLEHEASE!! min, i'm sohorry!!" you whined.

"oh are you? you started it so don't even act-," he was interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

chan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, clearly half-awake and annoyed. "as much as i'm sure he deserved whatever started this, some of us are trying to sleep."

you pushed minho off of you with burning cheeks, unable to meet chan's eyes. minho chuckled and patted your back.

"we'll keep it down. sorry, chan~"

chan just grumbled out a "thanks" and walked away.

you groaned and leaned into minho, burying your face in his shoulder. "that was way too embarrassing..." you muttered.

he chuckled and pet your hair gently. "oh c'mon, it's just chan. nothing he hasn't seen before." you groaned again. "let's go to bed, hm?"

you nodded and minho stood up, grabbing your hand and hauling you to your feet. the two of you shuffled off to bed, feeling extra tired from the various competitions of the day. you didn't mind, though. life would be boring otherwise.

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the season of 1800 (skz royal au)

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pov: gn!reader

word count: 625 (intro)

genre: fluff, romance, historical, royalty au, sfw

warnings: none

author's note: this fanfic is inspired by the high society portrayed in Bridgerton! this is not the first fanfic I've written, but it's the first one I am posting here! I hope you enjoy!

(the images above are from Pinterest.)

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navigation

| minho | changbin | felix | seungmin | hyunjin | jisung | jeongin | chan |

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introduction

The Season of 1800 is upon the hopeful young people of the Kingdom of Isla. This season is expected to be grander than the last, with the turn of the century offering a special reason to celebrate love.

Your father, a noble expat to the tiny Kingdom of Hetha (situated where the northern lights shine all year long), believes it is time for you, his eldest child, to be wed. You only partly agree with this idea.

Part of you despises your father for pushing you into marriage. You don’t think you are ready to be betrothed. The other half of you is excited, ready to jump into the season head-first. You have heard many successful love stories that have come out of the centuries-old tradition of matchmaking. Though, you have also heard the horror stories.

You’ve never experienced true love before. You are worried you will make the wrong choice when picking a man to be your husband from your lack of knowledge in the subject matter. You have had to remind yourself that there will be others participating in the season for the first time as well. This gentle reminder calms your worries.

Your father has told you many stories of his kingdom you have never visited. He has told you of a lovely manor he is the Lord of (that may even become yours one day). It is nestled on a cozy bay with views of the northern ocean that borders your own kingdom.

The manor sounds a lot different from the bustling city you live in now. A life in the country intrigues you, but it also terrifies you. Being so removed from others outside of your own household sounds quite boring, if you are being honest.

Nevertheless, you and your father have just arrived in the Kingdom of Isla. Before you sits a bustling ballroom filled with young people like yourself in their finest clothing. They are accompanied by various families members, laughing and talking with each other.

A butler announces your name to the crowd. Those near the balcony you are standing on turn to look at you, but those in the back of the room do not hear your name. You jumped at the sound of your name, especially with your official title in front of it. Your father never uses such formalities with you. Your father links his arm through yours and escorts you down the staircase.

Once you reach the floor of the ballroom, your father takes you to a small table filled with ribbons and dance cards. From the balcony, you noticed people of similar ages to yourself wearing ribbons with their names etched onto them. A kind looking man hands you your ribbon and dance card. You pin the ribbon on the left side of your chest, just beneath your collarbone. You wrap the dance card around your wrist.

Your father smiled at you after noticing the stares you both were receiving. “You may certainly be the talk of the ball, y/n.” Unlike your father, this does not make you smile.

You hear comments from the nearby patrons. “I did not know he had a child!” “They must have come back to be married!” The comments and stares make you uncomfortable, and your cheeks feel hot from the embarrassment.

Your father then sees an old friend across the room and waves to him. He instructs you to find others your age to converse with while you wait to complete the dances on your dance card. He lets go of your arm. He walks away with a reassuring nod, leaving you in this ballroom full of strangers. You gulp and scan the room, wondering just what could be in store for you this season.

[phenomenalgirl9]

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Red.

》 HHJ x reader

》 angst, vampirish theme

》 warnings: mentions of blood, hints of physical assault

》 2.1k words

》 a/n: short and simple, after months of writing break. Hope you guys enjoy regardless :)

“Stay away from them, my dear. Save your blood from the horrors of their fangs. Be wary of solitude, and be wary of the crowd.”

It was a day not unlike any other. My morning kicked off lazily, with me waking up almost an hour later than a college freshman was supposed to. Nothing unusual there. I did my usual morning prep, took a cup of grandma’s tea in one gulp, and went my way. I was already late for the train—I had to run after a departing bus with an exceptional speed that would put Olympiads to shame. I got in the room just in time as the bell rang for first period. I came in huffing like an old man, but it’s alright. Way better than walking through the early jam-packed hallways.

The first aberration in my daily humdrum existence happened on my way to fourth period. A student from another department stopped me on my tracks. I knew him; he was a member of the student council. Was I in some sort of trouble?

He introduced himself as Han Jisung, then proceeded to ask if I have seen his friend.

“He’s tall,” Jisung explained. “But like, not super tall. Not the towering-over-people kind. He has a mole under his eye. He’s got black—no wait, I think he dyed his hair again the other day. Anyway, have you seen someone like him? He’s noticeably handsome. I guess. I’m more handsome, though, but you know what I mean.”

The whole school would know who he is talking about. The one and only Hwang Hyunjin: champion swimmer, council member, and just a general talk of the town. The Prince. Even if I did see him around, though, I wouldn’t know. I never pay attention to the people I walk by.

I shook my head and muttered a soft sorry. I did feel bad for Jisung. He looked so worried and dejected, and I can’t blame him—not after after the incident with Seungmin. I can’t really take it against him to worry about his friends. I sauntered off to my next class, my mind still stuck on the fact that a normal person in my school has actually talked to me, and I was able to keep my composure.

Fifth period: P.E. I don’t even know why we still have this subject in college. I opted to take a stroll instead. You see, a huge, dense forest is situated right behind the main school grounds. You could say that the school itself lies within the bosom of greeneries. Unkempt bushes and rows of towering trees stretched over several miles deep, starting from the edge of the campus to god-knows-where. It is my goal to scout the whole area before graduation.

Weighed down by my personal monstrous beast, I trudged through. I walked for at least fifteen minutes before I finally reached the spot—my spot. Sheet of decaying leaves cushioned a huge gray boulder, standing at least ten feet tall, shaped like an odd piece of egg smashed against the forest floor. Against it stood a larger stone, this one dotted with moss and weathered with cracks. They were propped against each other for support, as if stopping one another from tumbling to the ground.

There was a smaller rock at the foot of the smaller stone, and I use it as leverage to climb up and sit on top of the largest boulder. It was my favorite place. Most times I could just pretend that I was alone in my own tiny bubble, at the center of that clearing that nobody else ventures but me. I don’t feel the breath of people suffocating me with every step that I take. I don’t feel my heart thumping with the sight of anyone else. I don’t need to hold back. Here, I don’t feel weird.

But today felt somehow different.

It was awfully silent. The wind felt sharper and colder. Electricity was humming in the air, leaving my skin prickling with discomfort. There was a tension in my veins that I couldn’t quite explain—it felt like an omen of an incoming disaster.

Time ticked slow. A couple hours could have passed—or maybe it has only been five minutes—when a nearby rustling perked up my senses.

Trying to keep my movements as quiet as possible, I hopped down and took up a defensive position, which wasn’t easy to do for a student with no actual weapon aside from an almost-empty bag and a worn-out calligraphy pen. My instincts told me to take cover—but my feet seemed glued to the ground. Sweat trickled from my forehead. My hands started to feel clammy.

And then, just as I was about to scamper away, a figure crashed into view from behind the nearest oak tree. I almost threw my bag towards the person’s direction, until I had a clear view of the intruder’s face.

It was Hwang Hyunjin, wide-eyed and disoriented, with his cheeks and uniform smudged with traces of blood.

“Help me.”

His voice came out as a tiny croak, as if his throat was filled with acid. He stumbled towards me, reaching out his hand for support. I wasn’t able to move an inch—and who could blame me? The situation was way too hard to process.

Hwang Hyunjin, the university prince, was hunched huffing before me, his clothes caked with mud and dried blood, his hair a nest of mess on his head. He had a cut on his cheek, I noticed. His breathing was heavy and labored, as if the mere act of standing on his own two feet required all the effort he could muster.

“Help me,” he repeated.

“What happened to you?” I managed to blurt out. My initial thought was that some random outsiders kicked his butt for stealing their girlfriends. But no—someone like Hyunjin would have been able to handle that. Plus, something in his eyes showed an elaborate fear—something only a beast would be capable of instilling. I should know.

My heart began thumping faster, a colossal drum barreling in my chest.

Just as my schoolmate was about to open his mouth and explain, a loud rustling broke the stillness of the air. Before I could process what was happening, Hyunjin grabbed my hand and bolted away, dragging me with him.

“Don’t look back!” he warned.

I did.

At least a dozen feet behind us was another male, probably as old as Hyunjin. He was sporting our school uniform, walking casually under the shades of trees as if time wasn’t of any matter. What puzzled me, though, was the fact that we can’t seem to distance ourselves from him despite the heavy efforts Hyunjin had been exerting to drag us both away from this newcomer.

I took another glance behind me, and to my surprise, the young man wasn’t there anymore. Nowhere behind us, as if he dissipated without a single trace.

Hyunjin took a sudden stop, causing me to bump my head against his back. I was about to call him out for stopping, but then I saw the looming figure a few meters in front of us.

“You…?” I began, my mind a juggle of unanswered questions. How on earth did that happen? How is he—

Hyunjin's friend, Kim Seungmin, stood before us in his dirty school uniform. He looked pale, his eyes bloodshot, but he was standing there in full grace, very much alive, giving us a toothy grin. “You’re hurting my feelings, Hyun. Why are you running away from me?”

Hyunjin’s grip on my hand went tighter. “Seungmin...”

“Friends are supposed to help each other, am I right?” Seungmin continued, faux dismay dripping in his voice. He bared his fangs, its tips dripping with fresh blood. “So help me, Hyunjin.”

I felt my body run cold. I wanted to scream, run, anything—anything to get away from this. From him. From the two of them. From everything. But Hyunjin's hand remained strong around my wrist, and my legs were close to turning jelly. I could start to feel the fullness in my mouth, the pointy ends of my incisors. Something that only happens when I'm in an extreme hunger or danger.

“Stay away from them,” grandma said. “We are the same kind, but we are different. Weaker. They see us as preys, as special commodities. They can smell your blood despite my concoctions, my dear, remember this!”

Seungmin tilted his head to one side, finally regarding my presence. “And you, over there. I’ve never tried drinking such special blood.” He grinned. “Satiate my thirst.”

The last thing I knew, a strong hand was pressing tightly around my neck, turning my vision green.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°

“Have you heard of the news?”

“What news?”

“Kim Seungmin was safe! They found him in the forest yesterday.”

“Thank goodness! Was he hurt?”

“He had a few gashes, but he’s fine. Hyunjin found him and brought him to the hospital right away.”

Students filled the corridor, everyone bustling and hustling about the news: after his sudden disappearance, Seungmin was finally found by his best friend, Hyunjin. The latter saw him in the forest, hungry and disoriented. They went straight to the hospital to treat his minor wounds, and that was that—nobody bothered to ask how he managed to lose himself in the wilderness, or how we managed to survive seven days on his own. Nobody asked him stupid and unnecessary questions. Seungmin was safe, and that was all that mattered.

I brushed my way past the milling crowd, flinching at every accidental touch. I kept my eyes on the ground, forcing my mind into silence. I was expecting everyone to be in their respective classrooms at this time of the day, but apparently, the news of Seungmin’s return has become enough reason for everyone to wander about and neglect their individual duties. It was a grand miscalculation on my part—I hadn’t braced myself for this huge number of people.

Not here. Not now. Not ever.

I just have to get back home, and then it’ll be over. My insides would stop churning once I’ve drunk grandma’s tea—that has worked for 18 years now. I can stop this. I can stop me.

I made a run towards the comfort room. To my luck, nobody was inside. I washed my face over and over, as if doing so would cleanse me from the impurity stamped on every drop of my blood. The face on the mirror horrified me—I had to stop myself from punching the glass over and over.

The moment I stepped out, I felt his presence.

He was there, leaning against the wall, lurking behind the shadows. There was a faint gleam of terror in his eyes, but at the same time, I can feel it: the hunger. Lust for meat. Thirst for blood.

“Don’t be like him, Hyunjin,” I pleaded. “Don’t be like us.”

He shook his head in resignation. “It’s too late.”

He took a step closer. Another. He kept on walking until he stood right in front of me, too close I can feel him breathe.

Too close I can see the faint traces of blood on his lips.

“I’m still hungry,” he sobbed. “I’m still hungry…”

Fear was apparent in his eyes—fear of what would happen to him, fear of what he had become. “You will be fine,” I offered, taking his hand in mine. “Trust me on this. It will be fine.”

And then I felt it, stronger this time—the hunger he was talking about. The thirst. My stomach growled in protest at the sight of Hyunjin’s pale flesh. I can smell his blood—I can feel its steady rhythm as it flowed through his pulsing veins.

I need to get home. Maybe my grandma could do something about Hyunjin, too. Maybe she could produce a stronger tea, and both of us wouldn’t have to worry about our instincts anymore.

We stood next to each other for a full minute before he broke the silence.

“We need each other to survive,” Hyunjin whispered. “If we drink the blood of our own kind, we can last for a month without feeding on others.” He freed his hand from my hold and gripped my shoulders tightly. “I need you. And you need me, too.”Hyunjin leaned down until we were staring at each other at eye level. He closed the distance between us. I closed my eyes, and for the first time, I allowed my monster to take ove.

[stray-kids-react]

02 liner aussie girl joining the group

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Sees you as a little sister, and will baby you nonstop for that reason alone. Expect very long hugs and him trying to beg you for some affection.

° Let Felix take charge in helping you around JYP, watching from afar like a proud father. Even if you aren't much younger than the members, he can't help but become a giddy mess when you literally do anything.

° Since he sees you as a little sister, that also means he is very protective over you. Not even Minho can tease you for too long without Chan becoming a bit tense. He just doesn't want you to ever feel uncomfortable.

° Does many vlives with you, chatting about your life and what parts of Australia you grew up in. Whenever he is introducing you or if you call him during a vlive, he'll call you little sissy.

° Many stays have made edits of Chan babying you or treating you like a literal angel, you both have watched edits like these and neither of you can deny that he doesn't do either of those things.

"My little sissy y/n did great today in our dance practice, isn't that right sissy?" he asked, sitting you on his lap.

"Yeah, Minho Oppa helped me learn quite a bit. But I couldn't have succeeded it without my personal cheerleader Chris." You replied.

Lee Know

° Doesn't make a huge deal out of it, is honestly just really happy to have a new member. He doesn't care that your a girl or a fellow aussie, just sees you as a member.

° If you are ever struggling with Korean he'll do his best to try and help you, even if it is only on small thing such as the way you pronounce words. He admits to finding your struggles pretty adorable.

° Even though he is a huge tease, he'll go easy on you for the first two months. Letting you get settled in and get use to the chaotic behavior of all of them. But after those months pass, he'll start to tease.

° Minho likes to challenge you to dance battles during practice, seeing if you will ever beat him on one. But luckily whenever Snsd comes on you are in your element, showing him the true Gee master.

° Minho has a soft spot fro you due toy your age, he won't tease you too harshly and won't get mad if you don't remember one of his cat's names. All of the members notice his new soft spot for you.

"So I know Soonie, Doongie... And?" you sighed, trying to remember the third cat of Minho's.

"Dori, it's okay. At least you remembered two of them." He reassured, Felix looking at him with shock from across the room.

Changbin

°When he heard that you would be joining the group, he hoped that you wouldn't make fun of him as much as the other members. And if you did, it wouldn't be too harsh.

° Appreciated that you weren't teasing him 24/7, and if you are shorter than him then he would be very smiley and giddy for days. Changbin likes your company and would often want to hang around you.

° Buys you coffee/tea every morning, and only you (occasionally Felix). And when the members ask, he explains that you earned your coffee/tea by not teasing him. Even if they haven't teased him for days.

° You are his favorite member, even if he won't admit it... Everyone knows it. You are his best friend and he doesn't want that relationship to change. Unlike the fan's pov, he sees you only as a best friend.

° Whenever he does a vlive with you, your ship name is all over the chat. Neither of you speak out about it, but both of you don't like each other in that way. And it makes situations awkward when they ship you two.

"I can't believe we're a ship, that is so weird to me." You chuckled, scrolling through Instagram on your phone.

"I know right! I don't get why a girl and a guy can't be friends without people shipping them." He sighed, clearly frustrated.

Hyunjin

° Becomes putty in your hands, he just finds everything about you adorable. It also doesn't help that you are Australian, which he happens to have an interest in.

° He wouldn't describe his feelings towards you as a crush, more as a little sister and der brother relationship. He would feel weird if you ever developed something for him, since he is too close to you to be a couple.

° Very clingy towards you, constantly draping himself across you. Or sitting you on his lap when you are worn out from practice, he often let's you take naps on him. He also treats you to sweets, even when on diets.

° Hyunjin once got frustrated over how JYP was treating you, giving you an extreme diet even though you were already working hard enough. So he'd reassure you that him and Chan would talk with JYP about it.

° Hyunjin can be seen copying your accent, whether it be for fun or just to tease you. He'll copy or pick up on your accent, many fan's hearts melting at his determination to be part of the aussie line.

"I shouldn't be having this cupcake." You sighed, placing the cupcake you've been eyeing for the past few minutes.

"Screw JYP, eat what you want. You are your own person and shouldn't listen to some old man." He defended, passing the cupcake.

Han

° Was the first member you met, even though it was by total accident. You both ran into each other when he was leaving the building and you were entering.

° You dropped the coffee all onto yourself in shock, making him chuckle as he tried to help you clean yourself up. He helped you into JYP, having no clue that you are going to be the new member joining.

° When Chan introduced you to the members the next day, Han was shocked. He was surprised to see a familiar face, but was also pleased knowing you seemed to be quite a sweet and charming person.

° You both are the stars whenever on reality shows together, many seeing you both as a chaotic duo. Doni and Coni once tried to correct you, telling you that women shouldn't be so hyper. Han got pissed.

° Not only did Han correct them on their manners, but also told them that a man shouldn't tell a woman what to do. Many fans and netizens applauded him for protecting his new and sweet Maknae.

"I swear those guys get on my nerves sometimes, don't listen to them." He sighed, patting your head softly.

"It's okay Hannie, I'm glad that I have some older brothers to stand up for me." You reassured, melting his heart.

Felix

° You are nervous to be around Felix, not because he's intimidating or harsh. But because he is so nice and angelic, and you don't want to develop a crush on a member.

° Even if you don't see him in that light at first, it will happen eventually because he has such an addicting energy that surround him. Felix is a sunshine, and it isn't hard to see why everyone loves him.

° Felix wants to make you feel as comfortable as possible, usually being the member picking up pads/tampons for you. He secretly develops a small crush on you, but he knows it would end up bad.

° You both would be worried about it ending bad due to the popularity of the band, Felix's popularity, your new career, and JYP's strict rules. So both of you don't truly progress that side of your relationship.

° It could blossom into something more serious in the future, but for right now it is just a mutual crush that both of you must hide. Your friendship is still very strong nonetheless, and you appreciate that.

"Okay here's a hard question, Back Door or All In?" you asked, as the managers watched you both from behind the camera.

"Neither because you aren't in them." He answered, trying to play it off as playful more so than flirtatious.

Seungmin

° Seungmin is your dorm mate, who always manages to make your nights more calm. He reassures you every night that you are doing great, even if you don't believe him.

° You both wrote down a schedule for dishes, laundry, cooking ect. The only exceptions to it is having a terrible day, birthday, or being sick. Either than that then you must follow the schedule stuck into the fridge.

° You both have derpy photos of each other as your wallpapers, both being taken when both of you just woke up. Seungmin can't help but giggle silently whenever he opens up his phone, looking at your bed head.

° Seungmin helps you out with waking up, letting you get use to the schedule of being an idol. Taking as many pillows to the face as he needs to for you to finally wake up, Once getting feathers in his hair due to it.

° Many think you both knew each other before you became a member, but you both explained that you just understand each other well and clicked when you met. Neither of you grew up together.

"Is today you dish day or mine?" he asked, bottle of soap already in his hand ready to begin cleaning.

"Mine, but I had a terrible day today. JYP critiqued everything about me." You huffed, getting a soft hug from Seungmin.

Jeongin

° Is glad he won't be babied as much since he isn't the maknae anymore, but will miss the benefits of being able to aegyo your way out of responsibilities.

° All of the members call you the babies or the baby line, even if either of you ar taller than some of them. Jeongin is also appreciative that he now has someone to relate to with being a babied quite often.

° He'll still call you noona just to get under your skin, but you honestly don't mind being called noona or unnie. Especially since some stays are younger than you, but you can become playfully annoyed at times.

° Jeongin will warm up to you very fast and treat you like a sister, he'll spoil you with stuffies and share his food with you every meal. Even though mama gets scold him for it, he doesn't care and continues to do it.

° Chan will cover both of your eyes when the members do something sexy, even if you kind of want to see it (mostly to tease them). But you understand why, since both fo you will get flustered by it easily.

"Y/n noona likes to steal my food sometimes." Jeongin admitted to fans, smiling at your playful glare.

"You share your food and insist I eat it Jeongin Oppa." You defend, watching the fans respond to the situation.

[lovingjaeyun]

04. Our Secretary

word count : 464 words

Wearing the student council's uniform, which is a simple yellow polo shirt with the school's logo on the left chest and their position on the council beneath the logo. You wore it with high-waisted black fitted pants and an old school converse shoes that your brother gave you for Christmas last year. You were sprinting around the campus with your fellow officers, double-checking everything for today's school year opening event.

You're on your way to the school's Diamond Hall when Seungmin, the council's president, approaches you.

"Hey, Pres! How are things going? I'm going to check the Diamond Hall right now." You both came to a complete halt. He was holding some papers, the over all plan, you guessed.

"Y/N! It's fine so far, and I hope that it will stay like that until this event comes to its end. I've already checked the DH. You should go to the closed gym's backstage. Hyunjin needs help accompanying the students who will perform."

You're close to Seungmin, the President, and Hyunjin, the project manager, not only because they are your co-officers on the Student Council, but also because they are your brother's best friends. They basically see and treat you as their sister.

"You'll see your crush there." He teased you, and all you could do was to pout in response. That's why he laughed and ruffled your hair. The both of you said your goodbyes as you made your way to the closed gym's backstage.

"Jin!" you called him. Unlike Seungmin, Hyunjin looks more stress that you have the urge to laugh at his state.

"Y/N! Please, this is not the time to laugh. These students are so stubborn. They don't seem to understand why they should stay in their area. " He whined at you. It appears that the surroundings are a total mess. They were not in their respective locations and were conversing with each other. Mixed up and Flicker appears to be having a little bonding. The backstage was extremely noisy as a result of this.

You snatched Hyunjin's lapel, hoping that your voice would be heard. You tried calling them out a few times until y'all heard a loud noise from the ride cymbals being struck by a drum stick. The room fell silent as a result.

As you look in the direction where the sound came from, you see a man standing innocently while holding a pair of drum sticks. It was Jake, your crush. The looks that he was receiving from his bandmate friends looked like they were disowning him. 

"I uhm, ah, I believe that our secretary has something to say, but you are all too noisy to hear her small voice. That's why." He finished his sentence by giving us a shrug. 

"h-huh? a-ah, yeah, right. uhm."

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[zedwards]

MOVIE DATES WITH STRAY KIDS

stray kids x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k

warnings: intended for male reader, but can be read as gender neutral; my first fic 👉👈 im nervous; lowercase aesthetic; does “bastard” count as a swear word..?

i hope you enjoy this little gift :)

bang chan

he likes romantic comedies

tbh being chan’s s/o would feel like a romcom of its own

since he doesn’t like crowds, your movie dates together usually wouldn’t involve actually going to the movies

instead you’d probably both opt to stay in for the night and watch a movie on the couch

under multiple blankets

in each other’s arms

hugs and cuddles

with the occasional kiss on the top of your head

it’s so soft

it’s chan :)))

he does the little claps at the end of the movie

because happy endings ^–^

y’know those awkward scenes where the main couple meets for the first time?

he likes to point out which character you were most similar to when the two of you first met

“i didn’t know you were in this movie!”

“you look so different! i could hardly recognize you!”

he’s such a dork

all your movie nights would end in one of three ways:

1.) you falling asleep in his arms

2.) him falling asleep holding you close (yeah not really, this man doesn’t sleep that much T_T)

or 3.) you both make it through the movie, and one of you says something like

“this is nice...i wish we could just stay like this”

and so you both (in theory) fall asleep right where you are

either way, chan is the best boyfriend and neither of you know what you did to deserve each other

lee know

he’d get you to go see a horror movie

even if you protest, he’d manage to convince you somehow

pokes fun at you every time you get scared

during a suspenseful part in the movie, he’d suddenly put his hands on your shoulders and shake you (lightly) out of nowhere, just to startle you

and he’d have to stifle his giggles because your reaction is just too priceless

absolutely relishes in how you never let go of his arm

like ever

seriously, his arm might as well be an extension of your body at this point

he may act like he’s annoyed

but he loves it

cuz he knows it’s because you feel safe with him

and if you hide your face in the crook of his neck

he’d get this look on his face...

something between an evil smirk and an amused grin

why? because his plan is working

plot twist: the whole reason he chose to see a horror movie with you was so that you would cling to him

surprise!! >:]

but even if you catch on, he’ll never admit it

tsundere

“did you even see any of the movie?”

you just kinda grumble in response, still latched onto his arm

“i can’t believe it... i so generously paid for your ticket, only for you to hide your face the whole ti- OW!”

you jab him in the side with your elbow give him a “love tap” :)

but it’ll take more than that to get him to stop teasing you about it

he’s a cocky bastard but you love him to death for it

seo changbin

superhero movie!!!

like something from the mcu

seeing him get so excited/invested in the movie??

wholesome

but he might get a little too excited

in other words, going to the movies with changbin is an...interactive experience

meaning that he talks at the movie

not to the movie, but at the movie

like...he talks at the characters on screen

as if they can hear him

honestly it’s kinda cute

but occasionally you have to remind him to keep his voice down

“HE TRIED TO TELL YOU NOT TO TOUCH THE STONE”

“shhhh alright calm down a bit-”

“...AND NOW YOU DEAD”

“changbin i love you but please don’t get us kicked out of the theater”

10/10 would have his arm around you throughout the movie

even if his arm goes numb, he’d refuse to let anything stop him

“changbin, you don’t have t-”

“CUDDLES.”

lowkey feels like a pillow

bc he beefy

on very rare occasions he might fall asleep during the movie

if he does end up dozing off and you catch him in the act, he’d deny it profusely

he likes to spontaneously slip his hand into yours :)

and lace your fingers together :))

you’re holding hands now :)))

his presence is just so warm and fuzzy and you make each other so happy

hwang hyunjin

THIS MAN

the funnest(?) most fun bf in existence

he’s definitely the type to try and smuggle outside food into the theater

he insists that he’s inconspicuous about it

and he tries to be

but he’s not :)

“uh... hyunjin, why are you wearing two hoodies?”

“i uh... i’m... cold?”

“so you’re sticking bags of microwaveable popcorn in between your sweatshirts...to keep warm?”

*visibly sweating* “i can explain...”

ok ok

so y’all seeing a comedy

why?

because HIS LAUGH OMG

it’s so bubbly and contagious

so naturally, you’d both be laughing up a storm at the back of the theater

and sometimes it’s because of the movie

but most of the time it’s because of the side comments the two of you keep making to each other

and it doesn’t help that he keeps making these ridiculous observations about the characters in the movie

“what’s up with that guy?”

“what about him?”

“why is he built like a refrigerator?”

about halfway through the movie, you both reach that delirious state where literally anything and everything becomes funny

even if it’s not supposed to be funny

...especially if it’s not supposed to be funny

the two of you? lowkey hyenas

long story short, you’re both asked to leave the theater not even two hours into the film :)

han jisung

action!! movie!!

finishes the popcorn within the first ten minutes of the film

that is, if he doesn’t scarf it all down during the previews

he talks through the entIRE THING

he’s always got something to say

it’s like watching the director’s commentary version of a movie

but instead of the director talking about the film-making process

it’s jisung muttering nonsense in your ear

sometimes pertaining to the movie

and other times...

“hey did i ever tell you about the time i saw a seagull eating garbage?”

...yeah, other times it’s...not

either way, you don’t mind

because you aren’t really paying much attention to the movie anyways

you’re too busy admiring your boyfriend

how could you not?

the way he’s on the edge of his seat, giving the movie his full attention...

the light from the screen flickering dimly on his face, highlighting his gentle features...

you’re the luckiest person in the world, no doubt

his eyes light up whenever something particularly cool/badass happens in the movie

but he also gets startled by the explosions every now and then

when that happens, you just look at each other for a moment

and then burst into a fit of giggles

“stoooppp!! it was loud, ok??”

you just hum in response and rest your head on his shoulder

y’know that thing he does where like...

he’s giggling, but he has something he wants to say, so he keeps trying to talk?

but his words keep getting cut off by his own laughter?

yeah... that’s what he’s doing

he’s adorable

lee felix

animated movie

a firm believer that you’re never too old to enjoy cartoons

he never lost that child-like energy/enthusiasm, which is part of what makes him such a gem

so of course, when the new disney movie came out, he knew he had to go see it with you

he would definitely load up on snacks from concessions

if you don’t stop him, he’s gonna be buying two giant things of popcorn and at least five different kinds of candy

and when he walks back to you after paying, he’d just smile brightly from behind the mountain of junk food in his hands like

“snacks :D!!!!!”

seriously though, try to keep track of how much popcorn he eats

bc he might overeat and get a stomachache :((

obviously he can take care of him self, cuz he’s an adult

but like

he loves when you look out for him

because he knows just how much you care about him

sunshine boy :((

y’all already know how much of a cuddle bug this man is

so of course that means lots of cute, affectionate gestures during the movie

skinship

holding hands

you resting your head on his shoulder

and him resting his head on top of your head

and most importantly SNUGGLES

snuggles are a must

for him, movie dates are just an excuse to be extra touchy with you

even though he never needs an excuse to get cuddles whenever he wants

because c’mon

it’s felix

what are you gonna do, say no?

kim seungmin

murder mystery film

tends not to talk all that much during movies

he’d just be so completely engrossed in the movie that he’d forget about his surroundings

but that’s not to say he won’t hold your hand or drape his arm over your shoulders

every now and then you can catch him leaning forward in his seat

with his mouth slightly ajar

it’s so endearing

but if for whatever reason you want to get his attention...

heh...

yeah, good luck with that

you’d have to maybe give his hand a lil squeeze to get his attention

and at first he’d just turn his head in your direction, keeping his eyes glued to the movie

but if you gave his hand another squeeze, he’d snap out of it

“psst...seungmin”

“mm.”

“hey, seungmin?”

“huh? yeah?”

“i love you”

if that doesn’t make his heart SWELL—

his dazed expression would quickly shift into one of pure elation and fondness

he might not respond verbally

but he’d gently bring your hand up to his lips

press a soft kiss atop your knuckles

and then lower your hand again without letting go, turning his attention back to the movie

but that bright smile of his would never falter for even a moment

he loves you too

so so much :)

yang jeongin

another one for romantic comedies

he likes it when there’s a little less “rom” and slightly more “com”

and so do you

because it means you get to hear his laugh more

oh god...

his laugh

the little giggles in between the short gasps for air...

so cute

“no. i’m not cute.”

he is very cute

probably won’t initiate any skinship

but if you do, he will absolutely go along with it

sometimes he’ll nod off in the middle of a movie

and then wake up during the credits, completely disoriented

“where am i”

“you fell asleep”

“huh??”

“you drooled a little on my shoulder, you goof”

unlike hyunjin, he’s really good at sneaking food into the theaters

like really really good

almost to the point that it’s scary

usually people try to sneak in popcorn or candy or maybe soda

well not jeongin

“hey, you want some?”

“what the- HOW DID YOU GET A BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN IN HERE”

“:]”

he’s not telling

like or reblog if you enjoyed ^^ feedback is always welcome and very much appreciated!

[sleepylixie]

I Hate to Admit

College! AU Bang Chan X fem! reader

Imperium Universe || Jisung || Seungmin || Chan 

2k (I’m so sorry), fluffiest fluff 

Request? Yes! Hope you like this, Anon!! Apologies about getting a wee bit carried away. >.<

Warnings: None!

A/N: I liked writing this, even though it’s waayyyy longer than I expected it to be oops. This is an extension of the same universe as this Jisung fic and this Seungmin fic, but you can definitely read this as a standalone! Do let me know what you think about this fic, I’d love to hear feedback!! ONTO THE FIC :D

Requests are open for SKZ and BTS! || Masterlist

The skate park right outside your campus was always an interesting sight. There were always a lot of people around, enjoying themselves on the gentle slopes and plateaus. You were always mystified by the way the skateboarders could so easily throw themselves into the air, seemingly unafraid of taking a tumble to the concrete floor.

You’d pass by the skate park thrice a week in the early evening, on your way to a part-time shift at Imperium- the closest bar to your university. Your shifts ran late sometimes, bordering on midnight when you’d step out of Imperium’s back door.

More often than not, you’d encounter the same lone figure in the skatepark on your way back- an average-sized, lean figure who had a way with the skateboard that you’d never seen anybody have before. The first time you spotted him, you stopped and watched for a few moments as he made his way up the slopes like it was nothing at all- he was that good.

Skateboarding wasn’t your thing as much as people watching- there were so many interesting people in the world, so many different kinds of personalities that you couldn’t get enough. You would write them into stories of back-alley romance, tales of rippling fantasy and chronicles of traitorous woe,  reveling in the way your worlds and characters built themselves up along the plot.

It became an unconscious habit, seeing the boy(it seemed like a boy, judging from his impeccably built shoulders and a penchant for extremely sleeveless muscle tops.) on your way back from your late bartending shifts.

He was curious, you decided. Who only visited the skate park when it was at it’s emptiest despite being so good? Did he not like attention? Was he shy? You made a mental note to try and talk to him one day- you weren’t hesitant with your curiosities. Someday, when you weren’t bogged down by your already numerous Works in progress and university, you would approach him and find out more about this midnight skateboarder.

But as it turned out, you didn’t have to wait too long.

//

“Y/N! Where were you, it’s almost 1 a.m!” Your sorority sister Chaeyoung sat up on her bed as you walked into your shared room. Her short blonde hair fluttered around her face as she slipped off the bed, bounding towards you. “I had a longer shift than normal, Imperium was weirdly full.” You responded, pulling your bag off your shoulder.

“Alpha Phi Alpha is throwing another rager. Do you want in?”

That’s when you heard it. You’d been so absorbed in the music from your own earphones that you didn’t even noticed the deep bass thumping through the air, the muffled cheers and screams of enjoyment. Of course there was a party going on, it was a Friday night.

Life next to a fraternity house wasn’t the most peaceful, but you didn’t mind it. Your sorority, Delta Kappa, was housed right next to the Alpha Phi Alpha frat house, close enough to share a fenced wall.

The Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity was the most sought after fraternity on campus; acceptance meant instant skyrocketing of social worth. It was all extremely cliché: the best frat on campus, filled with the smartest, most attractive guys, throwing the most memorable parties and yet maintaining their stellar record of being good at pretty much everything.

“Sure, why not? I have some energy to let off.” You smile, throwing open your shared wardrobe. Chae’s eyes shone wickedly, she was sold by the idea of any kind of party. “Are any of the other sisters coming??”

“Jennie, Lia and Yeri already left. I thought I’ll wait around for you.”

“How nice of you, Chae,” You huff out another laugh as you held out an outfit for her to see. “Ooh, I like it. Now hurry up, right?”

“Okay, okay!!”

20 minutes later, you were walking into your next-door frat house with Chae, already warmed by the electric vibe. “Y/N!!! You’re here!!”  There he was-tall, blonde and devastatingly handsome. Also seemingly tipsy, by the looks of it. Hwang Hyunjin was one of your closest friends, but he had a hard time handling his liquor, even though he would stoutly disagree when sober.

“What took you so long?” He slurred slightly, slinging an arm around you and giving you a tight, alcohol-smelling hug. “Unlike some of you, I have a job, Hyunin,” You quipped, returning his embrace and pecking his cheek- your usual greeting.

“Whatever, you’re here now.” He scoffed and ruffled your hair. “ We just made some new additions to the frat, you should come and meet them.”

“Sure, why not?” So Hyunjin took your hand and led you through the throngs of partying people. Soon enough, you stepped onto the roof of the frat house, a fairly clean space for being set up by a troupe of boys. Fairy lights left the people on the terrace bathed in soft yellow lights, a rather aesthetic sight.

There were around a handful of people lounging around on the couches and carpets, but Hyunjin led you to a particular group of people nearest to the railing, laughing and talking in a circle. You knew he had a gang of friends from all over the campus that just seemed to have an inexplicable pull towards each other.

You knew some of them by appearance from other ragers- music major Jisung with the cheeky smile, law student Seungmin with the puppy-eyes and an acidic tongue, Changbin with his almost flawlessly built body (you always paused for a second to admire his physique) and Minho, the guy who for some ominous reason always had bruised knuckles.

“Y/N! Hey!” Jeongin exclaimed, eyes brightening up in an endearing smile. “Hey Innie,” you grinned, happy to see another familiar face in the junior from the same major as you. “Yes yes hello and all that, Innie,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, ignoring the look of mock offense he got from Jeongin. “I brought Y/N to meet Chan, coz he’s new to the frat, and my favorite sorority girl should be the first to know about the new fish.”

He threw an arm out, pointing to one of the guys leaning against the railing of the terrace, all smiles and black hair. You extended your own smile towards him, already giving him a casual once over- He wasn’t too tall, with impeccably built shoulders in a muscle top….wait. The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“Are you the weirdo that goes skateboarding at midnight?”

A pause rippled across everybody in the circle, the smile on Chan’s face reducing to an incredulous splutter as Jisung choked on a giggle- that did it. All of the guys dissolved into peals of laughter, loud and unrestrained.

“Sorry about that,” You said, letting out an embarrassed sigh as you stepped around the circle to get closer to Chan. “I’ve seen you in the skate park when I’m getting back after work.”

He shrugged, his handsome features still splashed with sheepishness. “It’s fine, it was just a matter of time, I guess.” Over the laughter, you could hear how smooth his voice was, like melting chocolate.

“If it counts for anything, I thought you’re really good at it.” You weren’t the beat around the bush with your words. “You made it look so easy.”

A light blush reddened his ears as he grinned at the compliment. “Thanks.. Y/N, was it?”

You spent the rest of the night with the boys, caught in easy banter- but particularly, you got to know Chan. He had been living off campus until he’d decided to apply for the fraternities on a whim, ending up with an acceptance to Alpha phi Alpha. He was a business major, with a creative minor in music producing- just like Changbin. He was a natural extrovert, effortless with conversation and people skills, a man married to his work-to the point that he regularly lost sleep over it. He was also a bit of a dork, you noticed, with his random bursts of exaggerated hand movements and lame jokes.

The sun was beginning to rise when you decided to get back home. “It was nice getting to know you, Channie,” you grinned, pulling him into an easy hug and pecking his cheek.

“Likewise, Y/N.” He smiled his captivating smile at you, before walking you to the frat house door. “Before I go, what do you say about exchanging numbers?” You asked. He was a good sort, the kind of guy who’d make a really good friend. Why not?

Chan agreed amicably and sent you off with promises to catch up soon, leaving you feeling light and happy.

To your surprise, he ended up dropping by your sorority the very next morning, asking if you were up for waffles at a nearby café. You happened to be awake at the time and decided to tag along with him- even though it was 6 in the morning.

“The guys refuse to wake up early and join me,” he complained, holed up in the café with plates of waffles and orange juice in front of you. “Chan, be honest,” You chuckled. “The only reason we’re awake at ass o’ clock is because both of us can’t sleep to save our lives.” He rolled his eyes in amusement. “Stop wise cracking and get on eating, Y/N.”

That café run cemented your day-old friendship into one of peaceful camaraderie, a safe space for each other within the chaos of your friend circles.

//

Winter melted slowly into spring, bringing tidings of new beginnings, assignment and semester exams and subsequently, end of semester parties. As always, Alpha phi Alpha was throwing a rager of a party that was expected to be the best all semester.  Your entire sorority had received invitations and were all excited to drown out the stress of exams week. You, on the other hand, were also thinking about something else. Someone, rather-Chan.

You and Chan had only grown close over the course of the past months,  gradually bonding over ungodly morning cafe runs, late night texts between breaks and video calls asking for outfit opinions.

You frequented the frat house more often, a fact that Hyunjin rejoiced (and teased you relentlessly) over. Chaeyoung only gazed at you with a suggestive look in her eyes when you slipped into the room at 2 a.m in the morning with one of Chan’s many black hoodies hanging off your shoulders. What, it was winter, it was cold on your way back from Imperium and he offered! Chan, to his credit, seemed to be just as invested in this newly growing friendship as you were. He walked you back from Imperium whenever he was at the skatepark, invited you on his midnight skate runs,  even almost breaking his arm trying to teach you how to balance on his skateboard.

It was an outlet for his energy, he explained one day. Sometimes working on music or going on a run didn’t give him the same sense of calm that skateboarding did. It wasn’t about the attention for him- with Chan, it almost never was. Not surprisingly, you liked that about him.  You liked Chan, for all his insomniac, stress skateboarding, black hoodie hoarding self.

The party was already in full swing when you and Chaeyoung knocked on the main door. One of the frat boys you didn’t know opened the door, smirking at you before yelling over his shoulder. “Yo, Chan, your girl’s here!”

Your eyes widened, exchanging an amused glance with Chae, who was openly laughing at your expression. Chan’s girl? Not that you hated the sound of that.. But you were just a friend- a friend who had a crush on him.. Right??

Chan hurried to the door that very instant, shoo-ing his frat brother off. “Sorry about that,” he murmured , exchanging hugs and cheek kisses with you and Chae. “To the usual spot?” he grinned, comically offering you his arm.

“Of course, my dearest,” you gushed, the two of you bursting into a fit of giggles as you linked your arm with his, allowing Chan to steer you towards the staircase leading up to the terrace. Once on the rooftop, you were met with a familiar sight- 7 boys giggling and talking amongst themselves in a loose circle near the railing. “Chan, don’t hog all of Y/N’s attention, she’s here for the party, you know?” Jisung called out the second he spotted the two of you heading towards them.

Amidst a gale of laughter, Chan frowned indignantly, opening his mouth to give Jisung a tongue lashing before you broke in, a sly smile stamped across your own face. “Who says I’d mind it??”

A chaotic chorus of 7 male voices responding to you had you laughing aloud, scanning Chan’s face for any discomfort. But he only had flaming ears, shifty eyes,  and a shy smile trained on you- a smile that shifted from shy to teasing in split seconds.

“If that’s the case, then I’m stealing Y/N for the night, you guys!” He declared, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door the two of you had just walked through. “Chan, what are you doing?” You breathed out in amusement, not pulling your hand away. Your heart was beating out of your chest at everything going on, especially with Chan’s warm hand enclosing yours and the way he’d just smiled at you-

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while now,” Chan’s voice was exactly as you knew it, smooth, warm melted chocolate. “Come with me to the skatepark. Just for a while.” Who were you to say no to that voice?

//

Chaeyoung opened the door to the sorority early next morning, squawking in laughter when she saw who stood in front of her. You in Chan’s hoodie, your hand in his, your lipstick staining the side of Chan’s jaw and the kicker- you hugging Chan, quickly landing a soft kiss on his lips before skipping into the house.

Chaeyoung could only look at the adoring look on Chan’s face as you disappeared into the house and close the door, laughing quietly.  Ah, young love. 

[lil-meow-meow-goes-rawr]

Negotiations

⚓︎ Previous Parts: Betrayal, Doubts, The Race, A Challenge of Fate, Strange Happenings, Blurred Reality

⚓︎ Pairing: Jungkook x OC

⚓︎ Genre: Fantasy, Pirate AU, magic, time travel, romance

⚓︎ Warnings: mentions of destruction and death

⚓︎ Rating: General

⚓︎ Word Count: 3.9K

⚓︎ Synopsis: Things take a turn when Jungkook and Yoongi agree to meet with Akira to discuss some unlikely negotiations.

Masterlist

Yoongi watched as Jungkook paced the length of the ship, his hands fiddling nervously with the hilt of his sword. Around him, the crew ran about the ship, preparing for departure. They’d been docked for too long. It wasn’t worth the risk to stay any longer. Just this morning, Jungkook had finally given the order after Jimin and Hoseok brought Aoi aboard.

The poor girl looked half dead when she arrived. Jin kicked Jungkook and Jimin out when they attempted to follow him below deck, insisting he needed his space to heal her properly. With his lip sticking out in a pout, Jimin backed away, scurrying off to help Seungmin with the riggings.

Jungkook hadn’t stopped moving, pacing the ship from bow to stern repeatedly. If the rest of the crew hadn’t been so occupied already, he would have picked a fight long ago. His face was screwed up as he fought with a piece of red string which dangled from the hilt of his sword. Twice he paced the length of the ship before finally detaching the string only to tie it back on and repeat the process again.

Yoongi’s leg hung off the side of the ship, swinging gently. The lapping of the water against the wood beneath him helped to keep his own nerves calm. It wouldn’t do to have them both so on edge. Jungkook had yet to brief him on anything. For three years the entire crew had gone through each day not knowing whether they would ever see their captain again. Yoongi wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when Jungkook returned, but it wasn’t this infuriating silence. They had always relied on each other, telling the other everything. This cold shoulder Jungkook was giving him was something Yoongi didn’t know how to deal with. Now that Aoi was safely on board the ship again and they were leaving port, Yoongi hoped to get some information out of the captain. Particularly anything useful on Akira.

“Captain!”

Yoongi’s head shot up to spy Jeongin spring up over the side of the ship. Reaching out a hand, Yoongi stopped the boy before he could reach Jungkook. “What is it?”

“Akira,” Jeongin’s eyes were huge and he fought to catch his breath long enough to speak, “he wants to meet with the captain before we depart.”

“Akira is here?” Yoongi cursed as he leapt off the railing. “Where?”

Jeongin pointed to the dock where a small group of four soldiers stood. In the center, Akira leaned casually on his walking stick. Catching Yoongi’s eye, he nodded lightly.

Turning back to the cabin boy, Yoongi instructed, “Climb up to the mast and get Jimin. Tell him to go below deck with Jin. His number one priority will be protecting Aoi. Jungkook and I are stepping off the ship. No one is allowed in or out of that cabin until we get back. If we don’t return-”

“Sir?”

“Two hours. If we haven’t returned in two hours, you have orders to set sail.”

“To where?”

“Tell Jimin to ‘Take Refuge’. He’ll understand.”

Jeongin nodded and darted across the ship.

Closing his eyes tightly, as if willing the situation away, Yoongi took a deep breath. Without opening his eyes, he counted Jungkook’s steps. As the captain passed, Yoongi caught his wrist. Finally pealing his eyes open, he was disappointed by the lack of disappearing problems.

Jungkook glanced down at Yoongi’s hand wrapped firmly around his wrist before lifting his gaze and raising a brow in question.

Yoongi jutted his chin over his shoulder to where Akira was still standing.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched once he found him. “How long has he been there?”

“He stopped Jeongin as he was boarding.” Yoongi released his hold on the captain.

“What?”

“Jeongin is fine, but Akira wants to meet with you.”

Jungkook gave his head a sharp tilt, his lips pressed together in a firm line. Yoongi could see the battle raging in his mind. He wasn’t about to leave the ship. Not with Aoi on board. Jungkook never said it, but Yoongi knew he trusted no one to protect her but himself.

“I think we should go talk with him.”

The look on his face betrayed his thoughts. Jungkook knew they should go. Swallowing hard, he looked past his shoulder to the door which led below deck.

“She’ll be fine. I’ve sent Jimin below deck to watch over her. The entire crew will be put on guard. No one will be getting anywhere near Aoi. Jimin already has orders to set sail if we aren’t back within an allotted time.”

Still, Jungkook hesitated. Yoongi did his best to be understanding, but Akira wouldn’t wait forever. Avoiding him now may come as an act of war.

“I know you want to protect her, but this may be the best way to do that. It’s not only Aoi you’re protecting anymore. You have the entire crew to think about.” Though Yoongi kept his expression carefully neutral, the sweat coating the palms of his hands betrayed his anxiety. If Jungkook didn’t agree to go, Yoongi could approach Akira on his own but he would never learn anything. Akira would speak only to the captain. This could be their last chance to try and get any useful information.

On the deck, Akira pulled his lips back into what Yoongi assumed was a smile. He would never understand what the females found so attractive about him. Akira could have any girl off the street with a smile and bow of his thick skull. It grated against Yoongi’s nerves.

“Hoseok!” Jungkook called for his master gunner as he passed by, “Where’s Chan?”

Hoseok pressed his lips together as he bent his body back at an odd angle. Grinning, he pointed toward the bowsprit, “He’s there,” standing up again, he straightened his shirt, “helping Felix with the rigging. Poor lad still hasn’t figured out how to tie a proper knot. He can do just about anything you set him to, but the ropes are his weakness.”

“He hasn’t even been here an entire month,” Yoongi said, “give him some time.”

“I’m stepping off the ship.” Jungkook said, wasting no time with small talk.

Hoseok’s mouth fell open.

“Jimin is acting captain. Chan will take over Yoongi’s duties until we return. Until I step foot on this ship again, you are to obey every order from them both. Presume I’m not returning and prepare to sail without me.”

Hoseok’s smile vanished. “Captain?”

“Your top priority will be Aoi’s safety. Do you understand your orders?”

Hoseok turned to Yoongi, desperate for an explanation.

Yoongi nodded toward the dock where Akira stood, that stupid smile still plastered to his face.

Hoseok laughed in disbelief. “You can’t be serious. After three years of avoiding him, now you want to talk? Captain, do you really think it’s wise?”

Yoongi gave a sharp shake of his head. He didn’t need Hoseok changing Jungkook’s mind now.

“I’m only going to speak with him. If all goes as planned, we’ll be back in a few hours. Have the boat completely ready to sail by than or I’ll have your heads.”

Hoseok dipped his head in understanding but it was clear he wasn’t pleased with the situation. “Yoongi? May I speak with you a moment before you go?”

Yoongi obliged, stepping to the side with Hoseok as Jungkook slipped below deck to check on Aoi once more.

“I know this is your doing,” he crossed his arms stubbornly over his chest, “Jungkook wouldn’t leave the ship of his own will. Not now. Not after everything.”

“What’s your point, Hoseok?”

“The crew just got their captain back. They aren’t going to be thrilled when they find he’s leaving again.”

“It’s only for an hour at most. He’s been gone longer.”

“You know I don’t question you often. I would trust you with my very life without an ounce of doubt,” Hoseok allowed a glimpse of fear to shine through his bright eyes, “but why? Why are you doing this?”

“It’s good to keep your friends close but better to keep your enemies closer.” With nothing more to say, Yoongi dipped his head in a farewell and turned to meet Jungkook as he stepped back onto the deck.

Yoongi cursed his pounding heart as he led Jungkook down to the dock. He knew he could show no sign of fear. For Jungkook’s sake more than anyone, he had to remain calm.

Akira greeted them with a pleasant smile. “Gentlemen, I thank you for sparing a moment of your time.”

“A moment is all it will be,” Jungkook said.

Akira didn’t appear fazed by the captain’s angry tone. “Shall we convene to a place with a few less prying eyes?”

Yoongi didn’t have to look to know the entire crew was watching from aboard the ship.

Jungkook gestured forward, “Lead the way.”

Akira kept to the alleyways, avoiding his own men scattered throughout the main streets. Explaining what he was doing with a well known pirate in his company promised to be far more trouble than any of them needed. At any given moment, Akira need only say the word to have Jungkook and Yoongi arrested. It was a show of his good intentions. Still, Yoongi remained on edge. Akira was not a man worthy of any kind of trust.

Beside Yoongi, Jungkook walked with an easy stride, his hands swinging loosely at his sides. To anyone on the streets, he appeared the epitome of calm. Yoongi however, saw right through the charade. On any other day, Yoongi found it difficult to keep up with his captain’s long strides, but today he kept an easy pace beside him. Jungkook’s head, though held high and confident, sported the smallest tilt as his mind undoubtedly raced faster than he could keep up with. He was a ticking bomb: fragile and ready to explode at any moment.

Fifteen minutes passed before they reached the old mill at the edge of town. Akira ushered them inside, carefully avoiding any prying eyes. They were then led through to the small room at the very back. A find layer of dust told of the room’s abandonment. Large maps of town and the surrounding ports with scattered points noted by red pins, covered two of the four walls.

Akira strode up to the desk. His nose scrunched as he wiped a finger across the dusty surface. “I do apologize for the state of this room,” flicking away the dirt, he rubbed his hand across his pant leg, “I haven’t been here in years. Business grew and with it came better accommodations.” He motioned toward the seats in front of him. “Please, have a seat.”

Jungkook ignored the offer. A silent warning which was well received. “What is it you wished to discuss? I have quite a bit of work to finish before we leave port.”

With a small huff, Akira fell down into his chair. “I suppose three years absence would leave you with a fair bit of unfinished business. Especially with the type of crew you’ve bridled yourself with.”

Yoongi clenched his teeth. He couldn’t imagine the things Jungkook had gone through, but he had seen first hand how the crew fell apart. Jimin, having nearly lost his mind worrying for their captain, stepped into the role required of him. Yoongi was forced to watch as the new captain slowly lost all of the light that was once so present in his bright eyes. Jimin was a good man and a better pirate, but without Jungkook’s guidance, he was a lost soul. Yoongi himself struggled to keep himself together. If it hadn’t been for Chan and Seokjin, Yoongi dreaded to know what would have happened to the crew.

Akira took advantage of their weakened state. Week after week, the Commodore sent ships to attack the Bangtan. It was all they could do just to keep her afloat. It was only the hope of their captain’s promise to return that kept them fighting, but his absence had taken a massive blow.

Akira’s eyes flitted to where Yoongi stood, the corner of his lips pulling up into an arrogant smirk.

“Get on with it, Akira,” Jungkook said, sounding bored as his arm shot out to keep Yoongi from stepping forward. “What is it you want?”

“To discuss negotiations, of course.”

Yoongi wanted to drag Jungkook out of there at the first sign of trouble. Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all. Hoseok may have been right. Yoongi never should have talked Jungkook into coming. But the young captain’s interest was peaked. Pressing his lips into a fine line, Yoongi remained quiet. He would trust Jungkook for now.

Stepping forward, Jungkook took the seat across from Akira. Leaning back, he crossed one leg over the other. “What sort of negotiations? Surely you don’t believe I would grant you anything of mine.”

“My inquiry is only of peace. I request a truce.”

Jungkook laughed, “Come now, Akira. Do you take me for a fool? I am not inclined to believe such a ridiculous notion. Not when you are the one proposing it. Not after everything that has happened over the past three years.”

“You know me well,” Akira matched Jungkook’s laughter, “I am not one to suggest a peace treaty with a pirate. My entire life has been built around eliminating your dangerous lot from society. But these are special circumstances.” Both men sobered instantly. “Perhaps you should hear my terms before dismissing the offer so quickly.”

“You have my undivided attention.”

“I only wish to prevent my family’s name from becoming tarnished. My travels to different times has allowed me insight into a rather unsettling future. One which I hope to change with this meeting here today.”

Yoongi didn’t like the look in Akira’s eyes, but Jungkook sat forward as if interested in the proposition. “And the conditions?”

“Nothing but a simple agreement. You remain away from my family in exchange for a cease in all attacks on sea.”

“Only the sea?”

“My generosity only extends so far.”

Jungkook fiddled with the bottle of ink on the desk, a knowing smile playing at his lips. “I find this all a bit hard to believe. Peace is desirable, yes, and if it were anyone else I would accept these terms,” lifting his eyes, he met Akira’s stare, “but I can not put my men at risk like this. You have attempted to kill me one too many times for me to believe a word you say.”

Akira dropped his feet and slammed his palm against the desk, his voice straining as he fought to keep it low. “All I’m requesting is for an agreement.”

“And?”

“What more would you like from me?”

“The truth. A man like you does not simply step away from something he has been so actively pursuing. You sit there and spew these sweet words from your dirty mouth but I am not naive enough to pick them up.”

“I have told you nothing but the truth. You have chosen ignorance.” Closing his eyes, Akira took a deep breath and settled back in his chair. “Very well then, this meeting here today was only one of many paths I can take to secure a proper future for my family. Unfortunately for you, you have chosen a far more difficult path to follow.” Akira lifted the silver watch from the desk, blew off a layer of dust and flipped it open. “You see, I fully intended for you to reject my offer so I’ve taken the liberty of securing a bit of leverage.”

Yoongi’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. No.

“Even if you refuse my offer, my prize has already been taken. Without that girl by your side, the future of my family remains safe. Without a memory, I fear she’ll be far too easy to manipulate.” Leaning forward, Akira rested his elbows on the desk and folded his hands, allowing the watch to swing hypnotically by its chain. “You are referred to as the ‘Terror of the Seas’. Even without magic, it was difficult to find a weakness. Imagine my delight when I found it lying in my lap. That girl holds far too much power over you and now I will show you how to properly yield a person’s weakness against them. Let this serve as a lesson to you. No man is untouchable, no matter how strong they believe they are.”

No sooner had the words left his lips when Jungkook leapt to his feet and drew his sword. Akira scrambled for his own, shouting for his men as he did. Jungkook was quicker. His blade pressed up against the soft flesh of Akira’s neck before the latter could so much as finish his cry for help.

Yoongi wasted no time pulling out his pistol. Turning to the door, he prepared to meet whoever had been summoned.

Mere seconds passed before the door burst open and the largest man Yoongi had ever seen stepped into the room, a pistol drawn and aimed straight for Jungkook. Cursing his own stupid decision to come, Yoongi stepped between the gun and his captain. The expression on the officer’s face showed no sign of surprise. He simply raised his arm to aim over Yoongi’s head, aligning perfectly with Jungkook’s again.

“Drop the weapon or lose your hand,” Yoongi threatened.

The officer responded by cocking the pistol.

Yoongi cursed, mirroring the action. “This was meant to be a peaceful talk, Akira. What is the meaning of this?”

Akira, seeing the officer’s weapon trained on Jungkook, lowered his guard with an easy smile. “I said nothing of a peaceful talk. I only presented my desire to negotiate.” He shifted back but Jungkook matched his step, keeping his blade pressed against Akira’s neck. “There are things we both are seeking. Answers if you will. Answers I wish to find sooner rather than later.”

“Answers for what?” Jungkook said.

“Why else does one search for answers, boy? I have questions. Questions I’m certain you are not able to answer.”

“Try me.”

Akira shook his head. “I believe I have already mentioned your lack of answers.”

Yoongi’s hands were slick with sweat and he fought to keep the pistol steady. He should have known that nothing good would come of this meeting. Why had he been so stupid? What had he hoped to gain from this encounter that was worth the looming risks? A hope of ridding Akira from their seas and their lives. To see the crew sailing without constantly watching over their shoulders.

“If you lay a single finger on any person aboard my ship-”

“You’ll what?” Akira interrupted, “You’ll blow my head off? Do that and everyone aboard the ship dies, except the girl. She will live only long enough to watch as you beg for death’s doors to open. Only after will she join you in the pits of hell.”

Yoongi itched to the pull the trigger. The air was dangerously still. Simply breathing wrong could cause an explosion. The calm would not last much longer. Tension was rising and Yoongi could only hope they would be the ones to make the first move.

“Of course, if you both back away now, no harm will come to anyone.”

Jungkook scoffed, “You must take me for a fool.”

“It is no one’s choice but your own whether people die today.”

Jungkook didn’t have time to answer. A round of three shots sounded outside the door, too close for comfort. Each of their heads spun toward the sound. Seizing the opportunity, Yoongi took advantage of the officer’s distraction. Lowering his aim, he shot the man’s leg. Crude, but affective. The officer dropped his pistol as he fell to one knee, clutching his injured leg. Yoongi kicked the pistol out of reach, stepping closer to his target. Behind him, he heard the struggle as Akira fought back against Jungkook but he did not dare to turn away.

Tae burst through the door, immediately moving to assist his captain. Hoseok and Minho weren’t far behind. Yoongi blinked hard, not quite believing what he was seeing. What in the seven seas were they doing here? And why was Minho with them? The boy hadn’t been part of the crew for more than six days. What was Hoseok thinking?

Hoseok trained his pistol on the officer’s head, flashing a grin up at Yoongi. “Miss me?”

Minho picked up the discarded pistol as he ran to help Tae and Jungkook. Within seconds, Tae and Minho had Akira strapped to the same chair he’d been lounging in only moments ago.

Yoongi held his breath as Jungkook spun toward Hoseok, his eyes burning with a fire Yoongi was glad wasn’t directed at him.

“Why are you here?” His voice remained dangerously calm. “Who is guarding the ship?”

“It’s only the three of us here, Captain. Jimin hasn’t left Aoi’s side.” Hoseok’s voice shook slightly despite his relaxed appearance.

“I believe I gave you very specific orders. Aoi was to be your main priority.”

“You also told me to follow Jimin’s orders?”

“Jimin sent you? Why?” Jungkook paused, “And why is he with you?”

Minho grinned when Jungkook pointed at him.

“Well, they were going to send Felix, but . . .”

“After the incident, he was shaking so hard he couldn’t hold his gun.” Tae finished.

Yoongi cringed. “Do I want to know?”

“Not long after you left we found ourselves surrounded by several dozen of his,” Hoseok pointed accusingly at Akira, “men. We fought back but they’d taken us by surprise. It only took them a few minutes to have us all bound together on the deck. Everyone except Felix. I don’t know where he was hiding, but they missed him while searching the ship.”

“Don’t know how. It’s hard to miss that freckled face,” Minho added.

“He found what he believed to be the most affective weapon and-”

“Now the entire port side is blown off,” Tae finished.

“You both should have been there,” Minho couldn’t contain his grin, “he sent all of Akira’s men running back to shore with their tails tucked. Except for the few who were unlucky enough to be standing on the port side.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure he believed what he was hearing. “How did he not kill everyone?”

“Sheer luck?” Hoseok shrugged. “We’re all still here so I don’t know about you, but I’m counting my blessings.”

“We need to get back to the ship,” Jungkook’s face remained scrunched in a frown, “where’s Aoi?”

“Jimin is with her. She’s fine and those men never got anywhere near her.” Hoseok assured him.

“What do we do with this guy?” Tae jabbed his foot against Akira’s leg making him wince.

“Can I shoot him?” Minho’s hopeful expression faded with a firm shake of Jungkook’s head.

Turning back to Hoseok, Jungkook asked, “Is the ship still able to sail?”

Hoseok nodded. “And Binnie is working on repairing the deck.”

“Good. Leave him tied for now,” he shot a glare at Akira, “taking him would invite a battle with the armada that we don’t need. You can shoot him later.”

Minho’s lower lip jutted out in a pout.

“Hoseok, take the officer outside. We don’t need him helping the Commodore escape too quickly. But use your sword. We don’t need to draw any more unnecessary attention to ourselves.”

“You’re making a mistake,” Akira said, “You’ll regret not agreeing to my terms.”

“You’re terms sucked.”

“I will turn your life into a living hell.”

Jungkook raised his brow with a scoff. “You say that as if you haven’t already. Boys, I think it’s time for this man’s nap. He’s getting grumpy.”

Minho grinned as he raised the butt of his gun over his head, “Lights out.”

[silverlightqueen]

Cursed

silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest

wizard!Seungmin x human!reader - crack comedy, y/n’s a bit of a spoilt brat and Seungmin is not down for it lol

Word Count: 3k+

Summary - Seungmin is the best wizard in town. Poisoned by a pixie? Battered by a troll? Bitten by a were? Whatever the magical injury, Seungmin can fix it in the bat of an eyelid. So when y/n is cursed by a witch and needs his help, she expects to leave his lair curseless only a few minutes later. But her plan… doesn’t quite go to plan.

Warnings: y/n is a total judgemental bitch lmao and Seungmin wants to teach her a lesson, brief mention of blood and vomit, I think that’s it but please let me know if I missed else!

a/n: and here is the seventh instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I really hope you guys enjoy this, and thank you @silverlightprincess​ for being the best (she didn’t proofread this either but she’s about to read it after I post it and check for mistakes which I will go back and edit lmao). please be sure to check out the previous parts and keep an eye out for the next parts too x

taglist: @kodzu-ken​ @cloudsgathering​ @silverlightprincess

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‘Hi, how can I help?’ the receptionist says, looking up from her computer to give me a friendly smile. ‘Hi, I’ve got an appointment with Dr Kim at 1.30,’ I say, and she blinks at me in surprise before looking at her computer, clicking away. ‘Ah, y/n y/l/n, is it? You booked yesterday?’ ‘Yes, that’s me.’ ‘You’re lucky to get an appointment with Dr Kim so late. And during his lunch break, too! Do you know him?’ she asks, and I hesitate before replying, ‘I used to. We… went to school together.’ ‘Oh, that’s nice! Well, take a seat and I’ll let him know you’re here,’ she says cheerily, and I give her a weak smile before turning to take a seat.

The District 9 Doctors’ Surgery is unlike any Doctors’ Surgery I’ve ever seen before; the reception is relatively normal, with its cold lighting, linoleum flooring and hard backed chairs, but the patients are quite… abnormal. A man is sat two seats away from me, his body covered in hair and long sharp claws protruding from his fingers – I hear him telling the fairy beside him, whose wings are wilted and colourless, that he hasn’t been able to fully turn into his wolf form or his human form for weeks. Opposite them, a vampire sits with a bucket in his lap, vomiting blood into it every few moments, and the centaur stood beside his seat with his tail wrapped in a bloody bandage rubs his back soothingly. I think I’m the only human in here.

Normally, I’d have driven out to the Doctors’ Surgery in the next district – everyone knows that The District 9 Doctors’ Surgery caters specifically to magical injuries – but I somehow don’t think my problem can be solved by a human doctor. When I phoned the surgery yesterday, I asked for the next possible appointment. I was told by the receptionist that that wouldn’t be until mid-November, which never would’ve worked. So I did what I swore I wouldn’t do, and asked the receptionist to ask Dr Kim if he had any availability for y/n y/l/n. The receptionist sounded sceptical, but he put me on hold anyway, and came back to tell me that Dr Kim said he could just about fit me in.

‘Miss y/l/n? Dr Kim is ready to see you in Room 13,’ the receptionist calls out, and I rise from my chair, passing the vomiting vampire with a wince. I head down the clinical corridor, white bar lights flickering overhead, and when I reach Room 13, I take a deep breath and raise my hand to the door. I knock once, twice, and then wait to be told to come in. I hear nothing. I roll my eyes, knocking again a few moments later, and then I hear him call out, ‘Come in!’

I turn the handle, tentatively opening the door and slipping into the room. Whilst the reception may have looked like any old Doctors’ Surgery, Room 13 certainly does not. The walls are black and purple, flickering yellow lamps casting an eerie glow and providing the brightness that the room needs due to having no windows. The floor is an ugly brown and red patterned carpet, the kind you find in a decades old manor house, and wooden shelves and chests of drawers are dotted around the room, covered with various suspicious looking bottles and jars. Old tapestries hang on the walls, and mismatched armchairs and beanbags sit around the rickety table in the middle of the room – I suppose it’s more of a kitchen island type thing than a table – which has a crystal ball, magic wands and various mystical objects sitting atop it. The only things in the room that don’t look otherworldly or ancient are the laptop on the table, and the man stood in front of it, typing away.

He doesn’t look up when I walk in, so I just shut the door behind me, throwing myself down onto the comfiest looking armchair, practically sinking into it. I busy myself with filing my freshly done nails – I love my nail lady, but she can somehow never get them all even – whilst I wait for him to be done. ‘I just cleaned the room and you’re getting nail filings everywhere,’ he says after a few minutes, and I roll my eyes at him. ‘Are you sure you cleaned it? It looks a state,’ I say dryly, and he lets out a little laugh as I pull a flask out of my bag. I get up from my seat and hand him the flask, ignoring his raised eyebrow. ‘Wait, is this-’ ‘Iced americano. The way you like it,’ I say, and he grins, taking it from me with badly hidden excitement. ‘Look at you. Sweetening me up,’ he observes amusedly, and I roll my eyes again. ‘I was making it for myself but now I feel a little sick, so you can have it,’ I lie, and he just gives me a suspicious side-eye before sipping from the flask and letting out a blissful sigh.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asks after a few seconds, and I sigh, dragging one of the higher chairs over to the table and sitting on it, not wanting to be a few feet shorter than him in the armchair. ‘I need your help with something,’ I say, and he looks surprised. ‘Wait, you’re actually here to be treated?’ ‘Um… yes. Why else would I be here?’ I ask confusedly, and he hesitates. ‘Thought you might be here to… see me,’ he says quietly, and I feel a little awkward. ‘I… Seungmin, you have to understand w-’ ‘I understand, y/n, I completely understand, and I don’t blame you. It’s just that I’ve… missed you. And I don’t mean I’ve missed our relationship. I’ve missed you in my life. You don’t even show up to family events anymore, and my mum keeps asking why she hasn’t seen you. I don’t have the heart to tell her what happened,’ he murmurs, my heart twisting with guilt. I’m not quite sure what to say, desperately wracking my brains, but there isn’t anything to say, so we’re both silent.

Seungmin and I grew up living in houses opposite each other. Our parents were best friends, so we were best friends. We remained that way through nursery, all of school, and into our adult lives too. I was quite proud of having a wizard best friend who could solve nearly any problem I ever had. He made sure I never failed any tests, hurt myself, got into trouble, and he fixed anything I ever broke, found everything I ever lost, made sure nothing bad ever happened to me. And then we did the worst thing we could’ve done, and we fell in love with each other. Two years later, I had aged two years, and Seungmin had not – wizards are immortal, and so he stopped aging from the age of 18. 22-year-old me was dating 18-year-old Seungmin. It doesn’t seem like much of an issue, but I started thinking about the future. What about when I turned 30, and Seungmin still hadn’t aged a day into adulthood? When we’d had a child together, and he looked more like the kid’s sibling than the father?

‘Anyway… what’s wrong? Why’d you need my help?’ he asks, and I sigh deeply. ‘Basically… I was at the club with Chaeryeong the other night, and we were in the toilets, and I was putting on lipgloss. This girl next to me asked if she could use it, and I was like, ‘um, no’, because who shares lipgloss with a stranger in a club, and she got angry and started saying, ‘you think you’re so gorgeous, and you think you’re better than me,’ and basically went off on one, so I may have retaliated slightly, and turns out she was a witch, so she put a curse on me,’ I explain all in one breath, and Seungmin raises a sceptical eyebrow. ‘You wanna tell me what really happened?’ he asks, and I blink once, twice, before sighing.

‘She asked to borrow my lipgloss and I was kinda drunk and I may have been a bit of a bitch and told her she needed more than just lipgloss to fix her face,’ I admit ashamedly, and Seungmin’s mouth falls open. ‘y/n!’ ‘What? It’s not like I lied! Her makeup was terrible! It was the completely wrong colour for her skin, she hadn’t blended it, her eyelashes weren’t the right shape for her eyes and she hadn’t glued them on properly so they were hanging off, her eyeshadow clashed with her lipstick, it was all terrible! I wasn’t about to let her put my expensive ass lipgloss on top of that god-awful lipstick. So I tried to give her some girl-to-girl advice, but I was drunk so it came out the wrong way!’ I say defensively, Seungmin shaking his head at me in disbelief.

‘Did you tell her all those things? ‘…I may have, yes.’ ‘You’re such a bitch, y/n. Maybe she did her makeup like that on purpose. Maybe no one’s ever taught her how to do makeup. You didn’t need to come for her like that. God,’ he says, voice laced with shock and disappointment, and I feel like a little kid being told off by their teacher. ‘I apologised when she started crying b-’ ‘You made her cry?’ he demands, voice going up a few octaves, and I pout. ‘I didn’t mean to! I apologised, but she was already angry, so she cursed me,’ I say in a small voice, Seungmin’s unimpressed gaze making me feel quite ashamed. Not that I didn’t already! He’s just making me feel worse.

‘What was the curse she put on you?’ he asks, and I let out an angry noise just at the thought of it. ‘That I’ll age to look quadruple how old I actually am,’ I spit, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. ‘I’ve never heard that before. She probably just said it to scare you.’ ‘That’s what I thought. Until this happened,’ I say, turning my head away and lifting up my hair to reveal the base of my neck. I hear him suck in a breath, knowing he’s seeing the lock of hair at the back of my head, the one that’s now a powdery grey colour, wiry and ratty amongst the perfectly healthy hair that I put so much effort into looking after.

‘My body’s getting achy and I’ve got all these pains everywhere that I didn’t have a couple days ago. So I think the curse is real, Seungmin,’ I say seriously, and he nods, looking thoughtful. ‘So you want me to lift the curse off you?’ he asks, and I nod, giving him my best wide innocent eyes. ‘Can you do it?’ I ask, and he’s silent for a moment before replying, ‘I can. But I won’t.’ My heart drops, my mouth falling open slightly, and I blink at him a few times before I say, ‘what do you mean, you won’t?’ ‘I won’t lift the curse off you. You were rude and bitchy to that girl and not once have you shown me that you feel guilty about it. Instead, you’re sat here defending yourself and complaining about her like a little brat, so I think this should teach you a lesson,’ he says simply, and I stare at him in shock.

‘You’re joking, right? I demand, anger flaring through me at the way his eyes sparkle with mirth. ‘No, I’m being serious, actually. You judged that girl based on how she looked – I’m sure if she was conventionally pretty, with flawless makeup, you’d have lent her your lipgloss without a second thought, and probably becomes best friends with her too. That girl might have been the nicest person you’d ever come across. But you wouldn’t know, because you were mean to her. Now, the shoe will be on the other foot. You’ve coasted through life getting what you want because you’re pretty, and now that you’ll look all wrinkly and saggy, we’ll see how you like being on the receiving end of people’s judgement,’ he says cheerfully, my mouth falling open more and more as he speaks.

‘Seungmin, I’m sorry for being a bitch. I really am, and I do regret it. But surely that slightly bitchy behaviour doesn’t warrant this. Me looking like an ancient pensioner! I’ve learnt my lesson. Please don’t do this,’ I say desperately, starting to actually worry that he might not lift the curse. ‘Hmm, I don’t know if you have learnt your lesson, y/n. It’s not like I can take your word for it, because if I didn’t know you any better, you’d have gotten away with telling me a twisted version of what really happened. You’re a compulsive liar. So, I apologise, but I won’t be lifting the curse,’ he says seriously, but his lips are quirked up at the corners, making me realise he’s actually amused by this situation.

‘Seungmin, this isn’t a joke! You cannot let this happen to me!’ I shriek, panic making my hands shake, and he raises an eyebrow at me. ‘Shouting won’t make me change my mind,’ he says dryly, the two of us staring at each other, very different emotions in our gazes, and he sighs a few moments later. ‘How about this? When you show a true act of selflessness and generosity without any kind of judgement, the curse will break,’ he says, taking my hands into his as he speaks, and when I register his words, I snatch them away angrily. ‘No! I don’t want any stupid conditions or things I have to do! Just take the fucking curse off me, Min!’ I scream, fury making my voice waver, and he just laughs.

‘You took your hands away too late – it’s done now. This will teach you your lesson,’ he grins, and I want to literally throw myself across the table and teach him a lesson instead. ‘Seungie, please,’ I pout, stooping lower than I ever thought I would, and he hesitates for a moment before shaking his head, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘No, y/n. It’s done. Try not to judge someone based on their appearance for once, and you’ll be rewarded for it,’ he says mildly, and I just stare at him in disbelief for a few moments. ‘Are you doing this because I dumped you?’ I ask, unable to believe he simply wants to teach me a lesson, and he bursts out into laughter. ‘Flattering yourself a little there, aren’t you? No, y/n, that’s not why. Stop trying to find reasons to play this down. There are no other factors for this punishment other than your nasty behaviour.’ ‘Punishment? What are you, my dad? You don’t get to punish me!’ ‘I know you better than your dad does, better than anyone else does, and I know you’re better than this. I’m trying to help you.’ ‘You’ve got a funny way of showing it!’ I exclaim, silence falling between us.

‘If that’s all, y/n-’ ‘If that’s all? If that’s all?’ ‘Yes. If that’s all, you can leave. I only have ten minutes left of my lunch break, and then I’ve got another appointment. So you can go,’ he says with a small grin, effectively dismissing me like a parent sends a child to their room, and I let out an angry huff. ‘I can’t believe this. Some shitty doctor you are,’ I say childishly, bitter about this lesson he’s trying to teach me, and he just rolls his eyes amusedly. ‘My thousands of satisfied patients say otherwise. But that’s okay – you can’t please everyone. Especially not judgemental little brats,’ he grins, and I let out a shrill noise of rage, pushing myself up off the seat and grabbing my bag from the armchair.

‘And I’ll take this!’ I exclaim pettily, snatching the half-empty flask from the table, and he just laughs at me, making me feel even more murderous than I already do. ‘You’ll thank me eventually, y/n,’ he says gently, and I let out another angry huff. ‘I doubt it,’ I hiss, stomping towards the door and, just as I think I can’t be any more immature, I kick the shelves nearest me, watching as it wobbles and falls over to the side before stopping mid-air. ‘Really? How childish of you,’ Seungmin says amusedly, one hand outstretched in the direction of the shelves, his magic holding them up, and I let out an angry scream, sounding a lot like Regina George when she was putting herself in the Burn Book to get back at Cady. Is this really what I’ve become? How embarrassing,

‘I’ll see you at Jackson’s for Halloween,’ he calls out behind me as I reach the door. ‘I wouldn’t count on it,’ I hiss venomously, ‘my brittle bones may have already given way by then. God knows if I’ll even be able to walk, thanks to you!’ ‘No, y/n, you only have yourself to blame for this,’ he says, as he shakes his head with a sad smile. ‘Oh, cut out all the philosophical teaching-moment shit,’ I spit, wrenching open the door. As I do so, one of my nails flies off my finger. Not just the fake nail my technician put on this morning. The entire nail.

I hold back a gag, hearing Seungmin stifling laughter behind me, and I look away from it, feeling quite sick. My eyes meet Seungmin’s, and he must take pity on me when he sees how they’re full of angry and helpless tears, and he waves a hand in my direction. When I look down at my hand again, the nail is back in place, good as new. I look back at him in surprise, and he looks a little embarrassed. ‘No more of your nails will fall out. But I’m not fixing anything else for you. Now go, before your stupid pretty face convinces me to lift the curse,’ he says, and I feel a little hope spark in my chest. ‘Seungie, p-’ ‘Nuh-uh. Get outta here. Now.’ ‘But S-‘ ‘y/n, I will call security!’

[wherevermyway]

beside you in time // seungbin // horror // 16+

❄ part of yuki’s favourites! ❄

⚠ POTENTIAL TW: READ WITH CAUTION! ⚠ pairing: seo changbin x kim seungmin rating: mature! 16+ warnings/tags: major character death, mental instability, paranoia, insomnia, suicide, character study.  word count: 2,148 also on AO3

originally posted: 17 february 2021

"Come back to me."

Things always got bad from hours twenty-four to thirty-six. From thirty-six to forty-eight, however, was more akin to running a chainsaw through an industrial-sized tin of diced tomatoes.

There was always one person that kept Changbin grounded, however.

"Come back to me, Changbin."

And that person was Seungmin. Seungmin was always there to guide him back to some semblance of normalcy.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction! any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are  interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do  not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of  the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable,  please stop reading now.

“Come back to me.

I just want you to come back to me. Not this shell of you, but the whole you.

The entirety of you. The old you.

Come back, Cha—”

31 October 2005 Monday

—

It was Monday. Monday at midnight. Changbin stared at the bright red of his alarm clock, staring the 00:00 directly in between the empty spaces of the square zeroes.

It was the staring contest he had every night.

Right on schedule, he lifted himself out of bed, sliding his feet against the cold wood of his bedroom floor, careful to not make any noise so that he didn’t disturb his boyfriend. Quietly, he slipped his way around the floor, out of the open doorway and into the kitchen. He flipped the switch on the wall, the halogen lamp flickering four times exactly before its sickeningly bluish rays illuminated the off-white kitchen walls and the grey cabinets.

Changbin took a step forward: the sink on his left-hand side, the stove on his right-hand side. He stared at the white wall in front of him, his expression empty as he stared at twenty-nine red Xs marked through each day prior. His left hand reached out to the drawer, not breaking his gaze from the calendar as he rummaged through until he recognized the way the red permanent marker felt in his hand. He continued to eye Sunday, as if it was prey, and his permanent marker was the hunter.

He licked his lip, biting it as he removed the cap from the marker, taking a few steps forward until he was face-to-face with his archnemesis: the constant reminder that time was limited, that he couldn’t even fucking remember what day it was without the stupid fucking calendar staring at him in the face.

Two diagonal lines from end-to-end of the damned square.

The 30th of October could join the twenty-nine days prior in hell.

Changbin paced around the living room, his footprints brushing over the rug in the middle of the room, leaving worn treads in its fabric. This was his routine as he waited for Seungmin to come home. He wasn’t able to focus on anything for too long before—

Time, time, time.

“Would you fucking shut up? I just told you to leave me alone.”

Before the voices came back.

Changbin knew he sounded unstable as he shouted to himself in the empty living room. He couldn’t stop it, though. The words always left his lips before he could stop himself from saying them.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Things always got bad from hours twenty-four to thirty-six. From thirty-six to forty-eight, however, was more akin to running a chainsaw through an industrial-sized tin of diced tomatoes.

“Just stop, just fucking stop.”

He knew eyes were watching him, he could feel the stares boring into the back of his skull, eyes running all over him. Changbin gripped at the tops of his shoulders, repeating to himself that he wouldn’t turn around — he couldn’t turn around.

“Go away,” he whispered into the crooks of his elbows as he embraced himself, “go away, just go away.”

Why are you here? Fade away, Changbin.

The creaking of the floorboards startled him, unsure if it was his mind lying to himself, creating something that wasn’t there.

Tick—

“Changbin.”

But there was someone there. The energy that came from the words was different, warmer than the way the other voices that circled his mind. The voices floating in his head were never so—

“Come back to me, Changbin.”

There he was, right in front of his face. Seungmin was tangible, unlike the hallucinations in his head. Changbin hadn’t slept in days, yet Seungmin somehow looked far more fatigued than him.

“I’m so sorry, Seungmin, I just—”

“I know,” Seungmin sighed, gently dancing his fingertips against Changbin’s clammy skin. He was gentle as he pulled the shaking man into his arms, and even gentler as they sank to the ground together. “We need to get you back on your medication. Get you back to who you used to be before everything got bad again.”

“No,” Changbin shook his head against the younger man’s chest, “you know what happened the last time they put me on those fucking pills. I can’t lose myself again.”

Seungmin gently stroked the top of Changbin’s head, shushing him and rubbing small circles in between his shoulder blades. “Okay, okay,” he relented, his voice quiet and calm. “We can talk about it more later. Does that sound okay?”

Changbin nodded once, grabbing at Seungmin’s woollen sweater, hiding his face away from the world. “I just don’t want you to leave me because I’m losing it.”

A quiet chuckle came from Seungmin before he pressed a quick kiss to the top of Changbin’s head. “I’m never gonna leave you, baby. I love you. I’ll be here with you until the end of time.”

“You promise?”

“Always.”

14 November 2005 Monday

—

Until the end of time. Always.

Seungmin’s voice was soft as it echoed in Changbin’s head, pulling him from the darkness.

It was Monday. Monday at… nine in the morning?

Time, time, time.

Changbin rubbed his eyes, starting to hyperventilate as he stared at the clock. He turned to the side of his bed, expecting to see Seungmin there, but there was nothing but wrinkled sheets in his place.

“Work,” he muttered to himself. Seungmin had to be at work. It was Monday, which meant that Seungmin was back in the clinic. His breathing calmed down as he mentally prepared himself for another day. He would get through the next few hours until Seungmin got home.

Changbin haphazardly made his way to his feet, his footsteps padding against the cold wooden floor. His footsteps were so loud, echoing against the empty walls of his apartment. He flipped the light switch at the entrance of the kitchen, letting the halogen lamp flicker four times before it steadied itself.

No.

Changbin’s eyes went wide as he stared at the calendar, red Xs missing from the days prior. He stared over the entire month of November before he ripped the calendar off of the wall, rapidly flipping through every page of every month, trying to check for the marks through his days.

Nothing.

From January to November, there were no marks, not a single mark through any of the days he had lived through.

Tick, tock.

Changbin dropped the calendar, letting it collide against the floor as he ran to the landline they kept in the living room. Seungmin would reassure him that, yes, the marks were on each day, that this was just his brain playing tricks on him yet again.

His fingers trembled as he entered seven digits into the phone, the number of Seungmin’s clinic the only thing he could keep memorised after all of these years. Changbin called him at least twice a day whenever Seungmin was at work, often many times more.

The number you have dialed is no longer in service.

“What?”

Changbin shook his head, staring down at the phone as a dial tone filled the air. It was possible he had made a mistake, sure, fumbled with the wrong numbers since his hands were shaking, but—

The number you have dialed is no longer in service.

It had to be a lie.

The number you have dialed is no longer in existence.

The tick you have tocked is—

He threw the phone at the wall, the cheap plastic shattering as it collided against the drywall. Changbin screamed at the top of his lungs, tears falling from his eyes as he tugged desperately at his hair.

Why wasn’t Seungmin’s line working?

He needed Seungmin, but he couldn’t—

“I love you, Seungmin,” his own voice echoed in his ears, the voice trembling and shaking like a small child.

“Seungmin, come back to me.” Changbin blinked once and saw a wrecked car in front of him, blood splattered against broken glass.

He stared at the accident, the car totalled up against a brick wall, another severely damaged car in the distance. The car he was staring at was familiar, the shouting of the voice haunting him as he approached. With his breath hitched in his throat, he stepped closer and closer to the front of the car, each step allowing him to make more and more sense of the wreckage behind the spiderwebbed windshield.

“Come back to me,” the voice pleaded again.

Changbin’s voice. Changbin’s very broken, raw voice.

“Seungmin, please, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see—”

Blood. There was so much blood all over the inside of the car, all over Changbin and all over Seungmin. He stepped backwards, nearly colliding against the asphalt as he recoiled in terror, the memories of that day flooding his head.

Can’t go through this again. Can’t.

Changbin looked down to his hands as he shook in fear, his hands caked in rapidly-drying blood that was turning from crimson to brown. The scent of copper lingered in his nostrils as he shook his head, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Again.

Come back to me, Seungmin.

Let me go, Seung—

Changbin blinked his eyes rapidly until he was back in his apartment, warm arms wrapped around his torso. He stared at the broken plastic littering the floor and simply felt nothing, like the switch to his emotions in his brain had been turned off.

“Come back to me.” Seungmin’s voice was so gentle, so soft in his ear. “It’s time for you to wake up and come back to me, Changbin.”

The switch was ripped off of the wall, there were no emotions to feel anymore.

“Let me go, Seungmin,” he weakly whispered, reaching up to the arms that weren’t there, yet still felt so real.

“Come back to me,” the voice was louder as Changbin lifted himself up off of the floor, haunted by the way that the ghost of Seungmin’s touch lingered on his skin.

He slid his feet against the bare wood floor, unable to register that the smooth texture was cold, only recalling it in memory. Like an empty shell of a human, he drifted into the kitchen, where Seungmin stood in front of the wall, calendar in his hands.

“It’s Monday,” he whispered, pointing at the date. “The thirteenth of November. You wondered why there were no marks, right?”

“Leave me alone, Seungmin,” Changbin’s voice was weak, his voice expressionless as he stared forward.

“It’s time to wake up, Changbin. It’s not 2005.”

Can’t go through this again.

“You know it’s not 2005. You’ve been wading through this year like it didn’t exist.”

Life and death, teetering on the edge of it for a year straight. It was ironic, really, that Changbin only slept on the anniversary of the day that he killed Seungmin.

It was an accident.

“It was an accident. You should have been on your medication again.” Seungmin repeated, as if he could hear Changbin’s thoughts. “But every action has a reaction. You know this. You cost me my fucking life.”

Changbin snatched the calendar from Seungmin’s grasp, ripping each page from the calendar and letting them scatter about the floor. Alone he stood, like some fucked up sculpture in the midst of chaos — the chaos of three hundred and sixty fucking five days staring right back up at him, laughing and taunting and driving him insane.

“Come back to me,” Seungmin took a step forward, grabbing the sides of Changbin’s face and pulling him in to kiss his forehead. “Wake up and come back to me, Cha—”

Changbin reached his right arm out, until his hand wrapped around the handle of his chef’s knife, pulling it from the block.

“Make it all stop,” Seungmin taunted. “Come back to me, be with me forever in time, right where you belong, and it’ll stop.”

A tear rolled down Changbin’s empty face as he stared forward, at the empty wall. Seungmin wasn’t there, but it felt like he was there. “I’m so sorry, Seungmin. I loved you so much, I loved you and I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

A cold hand wrapped around Changbin’s hand, helping him bring the knife to his own throat. “I know you are,” his voice was soft, soothing. “And I still love you. So, make it stop. Your time is running out.”

Time, time, time.

“Tick, tock, Changbin. Make up your mind.”

Sweat started to bead in Changbin’s palm as he whispered endless apologies. Tears streamed down his face, his eyes clamped tightly shut as he quickly undid the flesh of his throat with the knife in his hand.

Come back to me.

There was a thud.

Come back to me, Changbin.

The white wall of the kitchen was stained in splatters.

Come back—

The days of the calendar were finally marked in red.

“Changbin—”

Keys fell to the floor.

[theloyaltyofthewolves]

changlix

oh man. this is one of those og pairs. like, if you have a soft spot for changlix, you’ve been around this fandom for a very long time.

changbin and yongbok are kind of soulmates. and yeah, okay, all of stray kids are kinda soulmates, but changbin and yongbok are complements in all the romantic kind of ways. the romeo-and-juliet wannabe kind of ways. i’ve always said that yongbok is the stardust kid. made from the universe, born in the milky-way, he carries the galaxy in his heart and on his face. so it makes sense that he’d have this love, too. the storybook love.

it’s just the way they look at each other, you know? when changbin watches yongbok, you can see his heart. right there, on his face. all bare and vulnerable and head-over-heels. yongbok has a special smile that he only uses around changbin, too. it’s just a little different, but it is special. they’re enamored with each other, you’d be blind to miss it. some friendships in skz are formed by mutual respect or trauma or similar personalities, but i swear to god, yongbok and changbin just love each other. like. it’s just love. it’s just honest-to-god love. regardless of whether you ship them together or just see it as platonic: they’re in love. 

at first glance, yongbok’s the happy-go-lucky bundle of light and energy who keeps stray kids aloft in the storm. but no human being is made of one archetype and yongbok isn’t just joy. he’s the team’s sunshine, yes, but he’s also his own little raincloud. i’ve talked about this before in his individual post, but yongbok’s an old soul. for all of his messy, noisy moments on screen, there are just as many soft and somber moments off of it. he’s introspective and quiet, thoughtful and sensitive. yongbok is a worrier. unlike jisung’s frantic anxiety or seungmin’s barbed concern, yongbok is a measured and calm kind of virgo worry. his concerns run deep, the kind of deep that gets him trapped in his own unconscious. i imagine he spends quite a lot of his time staring out the window at the sky, wandering down long and winding rabbit holes of thought and getting lost. our little atlas who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders.

stray kids give yongbok a chance to put that weight down. to set it aside and cast it off. give up his worries for a few hours, embrace the lightness of youth, of living wild and reckless. they remind him to breathe. to take a break. to ease off the melancholy because the world will still be just as broken in three hours, so why doesn’t he tag along to the comic café and have some fun until then?

changbin is different. changbin, despite regularly being portrayed as either the belligerent wolf or the comedic relief, has always been the anchor. he is the strongest out of all of them, our pabbit. not just physically, although there is no doubt that changbin could hold split mountains. there is a resilience to changbin that is uniquely his own. no god could move him nor force of nature shake him. he is stray kids’ rock, their solid core. that’s why they rely on him so much, why they lean on him so heavy. because changbin can take it. every void, every stone, every parasite drinking itself sick on the lifeblood of his teammates, changbin can take it. take it all and keep their heads above water because that is what he does best.

and that’s why he and yongbok are such a good match because the others may tell yongbok to put his boulders down, but changbin’s the only one strong enough to share the weight. whatever you’re carrying, give it to me. i will carry it with you. i will carry it for you. because it’s nice to escape from reality for a while, it’s great. that is how we cope, that is how we live every day. these little brief moments where we can set down our burdens and our baggage and just live in the lightness of being. but what we really want, what we crave, is someone who will not tell us to forget for a while but someone who will shoulder reality with us. and that’s what changbin is. for all of stray kids, but especially for yongbok. someone who will time and time again, offer to help with the weight. to even it out a little. to bear it with him.

yongbok and changbin’s relationship is built on sharing existence together. it always has been, even when yongbok could barely speak korean. you don’t need a shared language to feel each other living. that’s what’s so remarkable about it, because it is so innate within them. like breathing, it exists without them even trying. their relationship isn’t always serious, of course. they spend just as much time throwing all of their fire sign energy at each other. but there are moments of quiet when yongbok fades into the background, grows quiet and downtrodden. and changbin takes yongbok’s hand. an acknowledgement without a demand. a promise without pressure. not come back into the sunlight but i will be with you in your dark.

“i know you think that you’re on your own. but just know that i’m here, and i’ll lead you home if you let me.” - streetlamp manifesto

[pixieminutes]

Unsuspecting | HJS

genre: mafia!AU, fluff

members: reader x han jisung, bang chan, seo changbin x lee felix, kim seungmin, lee minho

warnings: swearing, guns, sexual references

“morning lix,” you yawned, trudging your way downstairs and pushing the door open.

“shoes, y/n,” felix chuckled, pointing to your feet, where your teddy bear slippers still were.

you shrugged, “i bought these yesterday and this is my uniform now, you’ll see me in these everyday.”

felix smiled fakely, punching your arm lightly, “that’s the attitude!”

“hey,” you giggled, pointing at him, “this is my coffee shop, not yours.”

felix surrendered, walking into the back room and getting out the bag of coffee beans, pouring them into the machine slowly as you rearranged the cakes that felix had put on display (the wrong way).

“who do you think we’ll have today?” felix asked, stopping for a moment before starting his pouring again, “a chatty old lady? a stressed university student? a teenage girl and her iphone xr camera?”

you chuckled, knowing all of those types of people to come into your shop on the daily.

“hmm, maybe a tattoo artist! and he’ll come in here after rescuing a cat from a tree outside and when you make eye contact he’ll go ‘y/n’ and you’ll say his name because you just knew! and it turns out you two are soulmates!” felix exclaimed, gasping over-dramatically over and over again.

you giggled, shoving your friend away, “shut up, lix, you know i’m not interested.”

“no, you are interested,” felix said, “in minho?”

“what?! no!” you exclaimed, “felix, he’s like my brother!”

“who you have the hots for,” felix said, finishing your sentence.

“no! ew! felix, that is entirely gross and wrong,” you sighed.

“okay, what about... seungmin? doesn’t your heart flutter when you see him play the piano with those veiny hands? and his honey voice? doesn’t it make you melt?!” felix exclaimed.

you rolled your eyes, “stop it felix. i’m not interested.”

felix sighed, “fine, fine. be boring like that.”

“what? unlike you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“you’d be surprised,” felix smirked, “i’m pretty good at getting them in.”

“what? your heart or your pants?” you asked, chuckling slightly as you crossed your arms.

“both,” felix winked, “the boy i had the other day had the biggest coc—”

“good morning!” you exclaimed, watching the first customer of the day walk in as you turned and widened your eyes at felix, “you’re early this morning, minnie!”

“yeah, dance practise starts at 7 today instead of 8,” minho sighed, “we’ve got a festival coming up. you’ll probably have the whole of the vocal team in here in a minute ordering their honey and lemon teas.”

you giggled, walking up to the counter and activating the till, “what can i get for you today?”

“a black coffee, as strong as you can make it,” minho sighed, “and a vanilla and chocolate twist please.”

you nodded, tapping on the till, “coming right up.”

you turned to felix, who nodded once, walking up the coffee machine as you got minho’s vanilla and chocolate twist out of the case and put it in a small paper bag, handing it to him, “that’ll be 100 won.”

minho nodded, handing you the money from his wallet. you smiled, taking it and giving him his receipt in exchange.

“ah, here they come,” minho said, taking a bite from his twist.

“morning y/n,” seungmin smiled, walking in the coffee shop, “smells good!”

“it’s a coffee shop bro, it always smells like this,” minho said, rolling his eyes.

felix snorted, handing minho his coffee, “thanks min. good luck with the dance.”

“yeah, i’m the one who has the hots for minho,” you chuckled, turning round to make seungmin’s tea.

“i gave him his coffee!” felix exclaimed.

“yeah, yeah,” you smirked.

“we work in a coffee shop!” felix exclaimed, before groaning and serving the next costumer.

*********

“thank you! see you again!” you smiled, bowing slightly as the costumer walked out the door.

felix grumbled, tugging his apron off, “i ordered coconut milk. is this vegan? i want it organic. you don’t have soya? oh just fuck off!”

“i’m sorry, i can go if you would like,” a voice said.

felix looked up with panicked eyes, “no! sorr– oh, changbin? hi! what are you– what are you doing here?”

“coffee,” changbin chuckled, “what are you doing here?”

felix looked at you panicked, motioning you out the way as he went and stood behind the till, sighing, “work.”

changbin chuckled, “well then, can i get an iced americano please?”

felix smiled, tapping on the screen, “of course! anything else?”

“do you have bubble tea? my friend hasn’t shut up about it all day,” changbin said, rolling his eyes.

“we do actually! but we only have one type,” felix said cautiously.

changbin shrugged as his friends piled into the shop behind him, “he can deal with it.”

changbin wasn’t a tall man, neither were the friends of his that piled in behind him, but that didn’t stop any of them from looking absolutely terrifying. they were all dressed head to toe in black, changbin in a big, fluffy coat, skinny jeans, and dm shoes. the boy stood next to him was studying the shop, he was wearing a leather jacket and a nirvana t-shirt, skinny jeans and dm shoes. the third boy had come in and sat straight down, he was wearing a long coat that looked like it hid a lot of things, and again, skinny jeans and dm shoes.

“bubble tea?” the boy in the leather jacket asked hopefully, glancing at changbin.

changbin sighed, “yes, jisung, they have your fucking bubble tea.”

felix giggled, turning round and scooping the bubbles into the cup.

as felix giggled, you could see changbin looking at him, his eyes practically in the shape of hearts.

“hey, chan! do you want anything?” jisung called, turning to the boy who had sat down.

he just shook his head, staring at a laptop screen intently.

“hey,” jisung said, turning to you, “do you– woah.”

as your eyes met, you felt as though your heart stopped. it felt like a movie scene. like everyone else in the room had disappeared.

“do we...” you trailed off, smiling slightly.

jisung shook his head, regathering his thoughts, “do you have any cookies?”

you giggled, these men had come in here looking so intimidating and all they wanted was bubble tea and cookies, “yeah. homemade too.”

jisung smiled, “can i have one of those as well please?”

you nodded, realising that the two of you hadn’t broken eye contact yet, and although you wanted to give jisung what he wanted, you didn’t want to break it.

“it’s chocolate chip. do you want dark, milk or white?” felix asked.

“white,” jisung said almost instantly, not breaking the contact.

felix chuckled, “okay.”

you could hear the rustling and you wanted to say something to jisung, anything at all, but no sound came out.

“there you go, that’ll be 220 won,” felix said.

jisung broke the eye contact with you, and a slight feeling of disappointment filled you.

“thanks,” changbin said, taking everything, jisung taking his cookie, “come on chan, let’s go.”

chan sighed, “has he got his bubble tea?”

“finally,” changbin chuckled.

jisung moaned, the coffee shop bell ringing above him as he opened the door, “oh that’s so good.”

and with that, they were gone.

*********

“changbin! here again?” felix chuckled, his voice only slightly flirty.

“of course. we fed a demon his bubble tea and now he hasn’t shut up about your bubble tea, and your cookies, for the entire 24 hours we’ve been gone,” changbin said, sighing.

“so bubble tea and a white chocolate cookie?” felix giggled.

“this is the guy!” jisung exclaimed, clapping his hands and pointing at felix.

felix laughed, “what can i say? but it’s missy over here who makes the bubbles and the cookies.”

“and the tea,” you added, going back to making minho’s coffee.

“so she’s the love of my life,” jisung shrugged, making your face burn as you turned away before he could see.

felix chuckled, “of course. anything else?”

“the strongest coffee you have,” chan groaned, “or the strongest you can make.”

felix nodded, tapping on the screen, “changbin?”

changbin hummed, “i’ll get whatever you recommend.”

felix smiled, only slightly blushing as he thought for a moment before completing changbin’s order, “300 won.”

changbin smiled, giving him the money and turning to face jisung and chan, the three of them beginning to talk in hushed voices.

“what’s their deal?” you muttered to felix, turning to minho and handing him his coffee, “have a good day babe!”

minho chuckled, ignoring jisung’s glare, “you too, angel.”

“what do you mean?” felix asked.

“long black coats and jeans in the middle of summer, always talking quietly, what are they, the mafia?”

“get down!”

your eyes widened at chan’s words, not able to register anything before you heard the gun shot.

“what the fuck?!” you shouted, jisung basically tackling you, both of you falling to the floor as jisung pulled a table to cover you from the window.

“shut up unless you want to be killed,” jisung hissed, taking his jacket off.

you thought he was going to give it to you, help with your shaking body. but instead he just laid it out, getting out several knives, all shiny and very, very sharp. when you looked across, you could see changbin doing the same, but with guns.

“i’m so sorry y/n,” jisung whispered, “i knew this would happen but i didn’t think it would be this fast.”

“what would happen? jisung what’s happening?!” you exclaimed.

“did you not hear what i said?!” jisung whisper-yelled, “do you want to be killed?!”

“jisung, i’m a gen z, so technically, yeah,” you shrugged.

jisung bit back a smile as he took a few knives out, “i like you a lot y/n.”

you smiled, not able to take your eyes off of the fascinating boy in front of you. he had a thin figure but his cheeks were chubby, and now his coat was off you could see that his arms were defined and his chest was big with muscle. you felt safe with him, even with all his knives laid out in front of him.

he peeked over the table before nodding at changbin and throwing the knife in the direction of the gun shots.

“jisung, you weren’t even looking!” you hissed.

“relax babe, i know what i’m doing,” jisung shrugged, “besides, pretending it’s that guy who called you angel earlier makes it easier.”

you blushed, but coughed as you tried to regain confidence, “well you called me the love of your life, so i think you win.”

jisung smiled, but hurriedly covered your body as he heard more gunshots, but it turned out to just be changbin.

“i really am sorry, y/n,” jisung sighed, “the truth is, we’re members of a mafia group.”

“wh—”

“right, i don’t care if you wanna die, i don’t!” jisung whisper-yelled, “yes, i know, it’s shocking. we’re called jyp, but we’re a sub-unit called 3racha.”

“why 3racha?” you whispered, furrowing your eyebrows.

“it’s um– it uh– hot sauce, anyway,” jisung coughed, “they told us we could go against a couple people in our rival group, yg, but that went to shit and now a stronger group under yg, ikon, are attacking us.”

“ikon? these are shit names,” you whispered.

“y/n, it’s the mafia, no one needs your judgement,” jisung whisper-yelled.

you shrugged, “just saying.”

“they’re gone,” chan announced, “but stay down for a while just in case.”

jisung sighed, relaxing as he sat on the floor.

“so... why here? why didn’t they wait for you to go back to your lair or whatever,” you asked, folding your arms.

jisung chuckled, “dorm, but sure.”

“shut up and answer my question,” you smiled.

jisung shrugged, looking bashful, “i guess it’s because of you.”

“me?”

jisung nodded, “y/n, i like you. it’s quite easy to tell, changbin and chan can, and so i’m sure ikon could.”

“me?”

“stop saying that.”

“me?”

“y/n.”

you laughed, “i’ll stop, i’ll stop.”

“y/n i just confessed to you and you’re...”

“what?” you asked, confused at the boy’s sudden silence.

he pulled a face, “what are those?”

you whipped your head round, “what are what?”

“no. those. on your feet,” jisung said, the same disgusted look still on his face.

“oh, these? my bear slippers,” you said, turning back round and kicking your feet slightly, “why? you’re the one who likes me, you should like my bear slippers too!”

jisung blushed, “well... they’re cute.”

you smiled, “so are you.”

“no,” jisung sighed, “i don’t care if you like me back or not, you can’t. y/n, i didn’t finish, they—“

“they came because you like me and so their plan is to take me instead of you because that’ll hurt you more,” you finished, “and you don’t want to be in a relationship with me because it’ll only happen more.”

jisung looked at you stunned, nodding, “basically.”

you smiled, putting a hand on his face, “i like you jisung, i mean, i don’t know you very well, but if we went on a few dates, i’m sure i’ll still like you just as much as i do right now.”

“but yg—”

“i don’t care about yg, jisung,” you chuckled, “besides, it means i have more excitement in my life and trust me, i don’t have much.”

“thank you y/n,” jisung smiled, “but if they already came for you after only two days of us meeting, what will happen when we actually... you know... become a couple.”

you chuckled, looking past jisung to felix and changbin, who were currently distracted from anything else as they moaned against each other’s lips, “i appreciate the concern, but i feel like they weren’t here for me.”

jisung furrowed his eyebrows, turning round to see his best friend making out with yours and groaned, turning back to you, “of course.”

“oh my god!” you exclaimed, “felix! is he the one with the—”

felix pulled away, looking at you with one raised eyebrow and a smug grin, “yep. huge.”