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Nervous Young Inhumans

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Warning- Panic attack, my girl be going through it omg

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The sun spilled lazily through the living room curtains, golden beams dancing across the mess of limbs and blankets on the floor and couches. The soft rise and fall of breaths filled the quiet space, the boys still tangled up in a collective heap from the night before. Felix was curled up with his head on Jisung's stomach, Minho was propped awkwardly against Chan's shoulder, and Jeongin was somehow on the floor, half-tucked under a blanket Changbin had draped over him in the middle of the night.

The apartment was serene, peaceful—until the faint creak of a door broke the silence.

Seoyoon stepped out of her room, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she shuffled toward the kitchen. Her plan was to grab some water and slip out for her usual morning jog, but the sight in the living room stopped her dead in her tracks. She blinked at the scene before her, her heart giving a funny little squeeze.

All eight boys were sprawled together, snuggled up like a pack of puppies. Felix’s soft snores mixed with the occasional mutter from Jisung, who looked like he was dreaming about something. Chan’s head was tilted back slightly, his face peaceful, while Minho’s arm was loosely draped over his lap. Even Seungmin, who normally kept to himself, had his head resting against Hyunjin’s shoulder.

It was… adorable.

Seoyoon stood there for a moment, caught between wanting to laugh and feeling like she’d just stumbled into some kind of Hallmark movie. She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, but it wasn’t enough to keep her presence unnoticed.

“...Yoonie?” came a sleepy mumble. Chan stirred first, his eyes half-lidded as he blinked at her. His groggy voice sent a shiver down her spine—deep, husky, and far too attractive for this early in the morning.

“Oh, uh, good morning!” Seoyoon stammered, suddenly very aware of how oversized her joggers and hoodie looked on her. “I didn’t mean to interrupt…”

“Seoyoon?” Jisung’s voice piped up next, though it was muffled since Felix’s head was still on his stomach. He squinted at her before breaking into a sleepy grin. “Morning, Yoonie. Did you come to join the cuddle party?”

Felix stirred at that, sitting up and stretching with a small yawn. “There’s room,” he added with a mischievous smile, patting the small space between him and Hyunjin.

Seoyoon laughed softly, shaking her head. “I think I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.”

One by one, the boys began waking up, groaning and stretching as the reality of morning settled in. Jeongin blinked blearily at Seoyoon, his cheeks still squished from the pillow he’d been sleeping on. “Morning, noona,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

“Good morning, Jeongin,” she replied, her voice softer now, touched by the warmth in his greeting.

“Wait, why are you up so early?” Changbin asked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up and adjusted the blanket around his shoulders.

“Just heading out for a jog,” Seoyoon said, lifting the water bottle she’d been holding. “But I didn’t expect to find all of you like… this.”

Minho smirked, sitting up and running a hand through his tousled hair. “This? You mean cozy and adorable? We know.”

Seoyoon rolled her eyes playfully. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

Chan chuckled, his voice still carrying that deep, morning rasp. “We must’ve fallen asleep talking last night. No one wanted to move, I guess.”

Hyunjin yawned dramatically, stretching his arms above his head. “Blame Chan. He got all sentimental about Seoyoon and kept us up.”

Seoyoon’s cheeks flushed instantly, her wide eyes darting to Chan. “What—what do you mean?”

Chan raised his hands defensively, though the corner of his lips twitched up in a small smile. “I was just telling them about how strong you are. That’s all.”

“Strong?” Minho echoed, a teasing edge in his voice. He turned to Seoyoon, his gaze sweeping over her in a way that made her stomach flip. “I mean, she does have that quiet, mysterious vibe. I guess that’s kind of hot.”

“Minho,” Seoyoon said, her voice an octave higher as her face burned. She looked anywhere but at him, but her eyes landed on Chan, who was watching her with an amused expression.

“What?” Minho continued, leaning back on his hands. “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jisung piped up, though the grin on his face betrayed his words. “I think she’s terrifying. In a good way.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Seoyoon said, her tone flustered as she waved her hands. “You guys are impossible.”

Chan chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

The air in the room shifted slightly, a teasing yet charged energy lingering between her, Chan, and Minho. Seoyoon’s heart raced as she stumbled over her words, her brain short-circuiting under their combined gazes.

“I—I need to go!” she blurted out, gripping her water bottle like a lifeline. She turned on her heel and practically fled to the door, her face burning.

Behind her, the boys erupted into laughter, their voices echoing through the apartment.

By the time Seoyoon returned from her jog, the apartment was buzzing with activity. The boys were moving around the space, getting ready for their respective schedules. Jisung was in the kitchen, pouring cereal into a bowl while Felix brewed coffee. Hyunjin was leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone, and Seungmin was in the living room, folding the blankets they’d left behind.

“Welcome back!” Changbin called from his spot on the couch, where he was tying his sneakers. “Did you run a marathon or something?”

“Something like that,” Seoyoon said, her voice still tinged with embarrassment from earlier.

Chan appeared from the hallway, freshly showered and wearing a fitted black T-shirt that did nothing to calm her racing heart. “We’re heading out soon,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes lingering on her for a moment too long. “Do you need a ride anywhere?”

“I’m good,” Seoyoon replied quickly, avoiding his gaze as she headed to her room. “Thanks, though!”

As she closed her door behind her, she leaned against it and let out a long breath. Living with eight boys was proving to be far more chaotic—and far more distracting—than she’d ever anticipated.

As Seoyoon shut the door to her room, she dropped her water bottle onto the desk and sank into her chair. Her mind was still swirling from the chaotic energy of the morning, but there was a determined glint in her eye. If she was going to go through with this OnlyFans idea, she had to start somewhere.

She opened her laptop and began brainstorming. How do I keep this anonymous? she thought, chewing on her lip. After a few moments of deliberation, she grabbed a notepad and scribbled down some ideas.

"Stage name… something flirty but subtle," she muttered to herself, tapping the end of her pen against her chin. Her first few ideas were discarded as being too obvious or not unique enough. Finally, she wrote down a couple of options that felt right: VelvetMuse and LunaShade.

"Now for social media," she whispered, pulling up her browser. She created a new X account, carefully crafting the bio to sound alluring without revealing too much about herself: "Your favorite late-night muse ✨ | Come find me where dreams are made..." She smirked at the cleverness, feeling a rush of excitement at the anonymity.

She followed up with a few flirty posts to set the tone: "Ever wonder what goes on behind closed doors? 👀✨""Can’t sleep? Maybe I’ll help you dream instead… 💋"

Her heart raced as she hit “post,” a mix of nervousness and exhilaration coursing through her. It felt empowering, like she was reclaiming a part of herself she’d kept hidden for so long. She spent the next hour setting up other social media accounts, choosing images and captions carefully to keep her identity concealed.

apartment in warm, golden hues. Seoyoon was sprawled across her bed, pretending to scroll on her phone when she heard the door swing open and the usual chorus of voices fill the space.

“Yoonie, we’re back!” Jisung’s cheerful voice rang out.

“Come out and say hi, noona!” Jeongin called, his tone teasing as usual.

Seoyoon sighed and sat up, stretching before heading to the living room. As soon as she stepped out, she was met with Minho’s sharp gaze.

“Hey,” Minho said, his voice calm but pointed as he approached her. “When was the last time you ate?”

The question caught her off guard, and she hesitated for half a second too long. “Uh… I grabbed something earlier, before my jog,” she lied, her voice unsteady.

Minho’s brow arched, and the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting the urge to call her out. “Really?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Because you didn’t eat breakfast with us, and I didn’t see you grab anything when you got back.”

“I-I… I ate some fruit,” she stammered, avoiding his gaze.

“Fruit,” Minho repeated, his tone skeptical but not harsh. There was a long pause as he studied her, and the tension in the room became thick.

Before he could push further, Chan stepped in, placing a hand on Minho’s shoulder. “Let it go,” he said softly, his tone firm but understanding.

Minho let out a slow breath, his gaze softening slightly as he turned back to Seoyoon. “Fine,” he said, his voice gentler now. “But I’m making dinner, and you’re eating. No excuses.”

Seoyoon nodded, guilt gnawing at her chest. “Okay,” she said quietly.

Minho moved to the kitchen, pulling ingredients out of the fridge with practiced ease. The rest of the boys slowly gathered around, the atmosphere lightening as they began chatting and joking.

“Hyung, what are you making?” Felix asked, peeking over Minho’s shoulder.

“Stir-fried noodles,” Minho replied. “With chicken and veggies. Something simple.”

“I’ll cut the veggies!” Changbin volunteered, grabbing a cutting board.

“I’ll handle the sauce,” Seungmin added, rolling up his sleeves.

Seoyoon hovered near the counter, unsure of how to help. Hyunjin noticed her hesitation and nudged her playfully. “You could set the table,” he suggested with a grin. “Or supervise Minho. Make sure he doesn’t burn the noodles.”

“Hey!” Minho protested, glaring at Hyunjin. “I’m a great cook.”

“Sure, sure,” Hyunjin teased, dodging the towel Minho threw at him.

Seoyoon smiled, feeling the tension from earlier melting away. She grabbed plates and utensils, setting the table while listening to the boys banter. Jisung and Jeongin were arguing over who got to taste-test first, and Chan was trying (and failing) to keep the chaos under control.

When the food was finally ready, the group gathered around the table, laughter and chatter filling the room as they dug in. Minho kept a close eye on Seoyoon, making sure she actually ate, but he didn’t press her further. Instead, he handed her a plate with a small smile and said, “Eat up. You’ll need energy for tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Minho,” she said softly, her cheeks warming.

As the plates were cleared and the leftovers tucked away, Seoyoon found herself being ushered into the living room by Jeongin, who was sporting his signature shy smile. The other boys trailed in behind them, chatting and debating over what movie to watch.

“Something scary,” Hyunjin suggested, waggling his eyebrows playfully. “I think Seoyoon might appreciate some jump scares.”

“I’d prefer not to die of a heart attack tonight,” Seungmin deadpanned, flipping through the streaming service’s library.

“What about a rom-com?” Jisung piped up, plopping down dramatically on the couch. “Yoonie might like that better.”

“Or,” Chan interjected with a smirk, “we compromise. Let’s do a thriller—enough suspense to keep it interesting without it being too over the top.”

The group agreed, and a suspenseful psychological thriller was chosen. The lights were dimmed, and the living room filled with the cozy hum of muffled chatter as everyone found their spots. Seoyoon ended up wedged between Jeongin and Jisung, both of whom seemed content with the arrangement.

As the movie played, Seoyoon noticed Jeongin’s subtle movements. At first, it was just his knee brushing against hers, a soft touch so fleeting she thought it might have been accidental. Then his arm rested just slightly closer to hers on the couch’s armrest. His breathing seemed steadier, but there was a faint redness blooming across his cheeks whenever the screen flashed brightly, illuminating the room.

Seoyoon didn’t say anything, but a small, knowing smile tugged at her lips. She leaned back into the couch, allowing the proximity without comment. Beside her, Jisung was far less subtle, laughing at the tense moments in the movie to diffuse his nerves.

When the credits rolled, the group broke into conversation about the film, dissecting the plot twists and characters.

“That was so predictable,” Minho scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “I called the ending halfway through.”

“Sure, Mr. Genius,” Felix teased. “You also screamed when the door slammed shut.”

“That was a cheap jump scare,” Minho retorted with a smirk.

Seoyoon giggled at their banter, shaking her head. “I’m just impressed everyone stayed quiet during the big reveal. I thought Jisung was going to explode.”

“I was invested,” Jisung defended with a grin, his dimples showing.

no one was in a rush to leave. Instead, they stayed sprawled across the couches and floor, the atmosphere shifting into something softer and more personal.

“So, Seoyoon,” Chan began, leaning forward slightly, “we’ve told you bits and pieces about us, but do you have any questions? About… you know, how we make things work?”

The question caught her off guard, but the sincerity in Chan’s voice encouraged her to open up. “I guess I’ve been curious,” she admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “How does it work, exactly? Being in a poly relationship with so many people? It seems… complicated.”

“It is,” Minho answered first, his voice smooth and confident. “But it’s also really rewarding. The most important thing is communication. If we didn’t talk about how we’re feeling, what we need, or what’s bothering us, it wouldn’t work.”

Felix nodded in agreement, his soft Australian accent adding warmth to his words. “We all have different dynamics with each other, and that’s what makes it special. It’s not like everyone feels the same way about everyone else—it’s more about finding a balance that works for all of us.”

Hyunjin chimed in, his tone light but earnest. “And honestly, it’s not just about romance. We’re a family, first and foremost. We look out for each other.”

Seoyoon listened intently, her gaze flickering between them. “That makes sense,” she said softly. “But what happens when someone… I don’t know, feels left out?”

“That’s where the communication comes in,” Chan said. “We’re not perfect, and there are times when someone feels a little disconnected. But we make it a priority to address those feelings. No one gets left behind.”

Jisung grinned, nudging Seoyoon playfully. “You’d be surprised how much effort we put into making sure everyone feels loved. We’re like an army of affection.”

The comment earned a laugh from Seoyoon, and she felt a warm blush creep up her neck. “It sounds… nice. A little overwhelming, maybe, but nice.”

“It’s definitely not for everyone,” Seungmin said, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. “But it works for us. And who knows…” He trailed off, giving her a teasing glance. “Maybe you’ll get used to it.”

Seoyoon rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “You guys are something else.”

As the conversation continued, the teasing grew more playful. Minho leaned against the armrest, his gaze fixed on Seoyoon with a mischievous glint. “So, Yoonie,” he began, his voice low and smooth, “if you did join a poly relationship, who do you think you’d click with the most?”

Seoyoon’s eyes widened, and she immediately waved her hands in protest. “Oh, no. No way. I’m not answering that.”

Chan chuckled, his dimples deepening as he leaned back in his seat. “Why not? It’s a harmless question.”

“It’s a trap,” Seoyoon said, narrowing her eyes playfully.

“Maybe,” Minho teased, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “But I think we all know you’ve already got your favorites.”

The room filled with laughter, and Seoyoon felt her face heat up. “You’re all impossible,” she muttered, hiding her face behind her hands.

“Impossible but lovable,” Felix quipped, flashing her a wink.

Eventually, the group began to wind down, everyone splitting off to get ready for bed or finish up last-minute tasks. Seoyoon retreated to her room with a smile on her face, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

But as she closed her door and glanced at her laptop, the reminder of her secret project brought a mix of excitement and apprehension. She took a deep breath, resolving to take things one step at a time. For now, she was content with the warmth and chaos of the boys’ company. The soft glow of Seoyoon’s laptop illuminated her face as she leaned back against her pillows, scrolling through her freshly made X account. Her heart skipped when she noticed the surge of notifications. Hundreds of likes, retweets, and comments flooded her posts.

"You’re stunning. Please post more.""You’ve got a goddess vibe. Can’t wait to see what you do next.""Are you real, or are you just here to torment me?"

The attention was exhilarating, overwhelming even. Seoyoon hadn’t expected this much interest so soon. She bit her lip, a small, guilty smile forming on her face. The anonymity of it all felt like a shield, giving her the courage to lean into the idea further.

"Muse." The word echoed in her mind again. She wanted to embody it—become a figure of inspiration, desire, and mystery. Her heart pounded as she reached for her phone and set it up on her tripod.

She picked out a simple outfit: a cozy oversized sweater that slipped off one shoulder, paired with thigh-high socks. It was alluring but still soft, still her. She posed in front of her bed, trying out different angles: one with her hand brushing her neck, another with her legs tucked under her, her eyes casting a smoldering look into the camera.

The shutter clicked repeatedly, filling the quiet room. Seoyoon adjusted the sweater slightly, letting it hang a little looser, and leaned back against the headboard. Just as she was adjusting the camera for one last shot, there was a knock at her door.

Her blood ran cold.

“Seoyoon? You awake?” It was Jeongin’s voice, soft and hesitant.

Seoyoon scrambled to grab her phone and tossed it face-down onto the bed, her heart pounding like a drum. “Uh, yeah! One sec!” she called out, her voice a little too high-pitched.

The door creaked open before she could stop it, and Jeongin stepped in, his head poking around the corner with a sheepish smile. He froze when he saw her, his eyes darting from her flushed face to the disheveled state of her sweater.

“Oh, um…” Jeongin cleared his throat, his ears turning red. “I just wanted to let you know we’re all going to school together tomorrow. Chan-hyung said he’d give you a ride if you wanted to join.”

Seoyoon pulled the sweater back up over her shoulder, trying to appear casual despite the panic bubbling inside her. “Oh, uh, thanks for letting me know,” she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Jeongin’s eyes lingered on the tripod for a moment, then flicked back to her. “Were you… taking pictures?”

Seoyoon froze, her mind racing for an excuse. “Oh, uh… yeah! Just… um, for my X account. You know, like a personal blog thing.”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, his curiosity evident. “A blog thing? You mean like… aesthetics or outfits or something?”

“Yeah! Exactly!” she lied, her hands gripping the edge of her sweater nervously. “Just… artsy stuff. Nothing big.”

He nodded slowly, though the slight tilt of his head suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Well, that’s cool. I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing. You should show us sometime.”

“Oh, no! It’s really not a big deal,” she blurted out, waving her hands. “Just something I’m doing for fun.”

Jeongin chuckled softly, the sound easing some of her tension. “Alright, alright. I won’t pry. Just wanted to let you know about the ride. Sleep well, Yoonie.”

“Thanks, Jeongin. You too,” she replied, her cheeks still burning as he closed the door behind him.

Once he was gone, Seoyoon collapsed onto her bed, covering her face with her hands. “Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath. The tripod still stood there, the photos still saved on her phone, and the memory of Jeongin’s curious expression was now burned into her brain.

She grabbed her phone, scrolling through the photos she’d taken. Despite the embarrassment, a small smile crept onto her lips. They were good—better than she’d expected. And the comments on her account proved that people were eager to see more.

Seoyoon took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. If she was going to do this, she needed to commit. But she also needed to be more careful—especially with eight boys wandering around the apartment.

For now, though, she decided to call it a night. Tomorrow was a new day, and she’d have to face them all in the morning… including Jeongin, who now had a faint idea of what she was up to.

The sun had just started peeking through the blinds of Seoyoon’s room when Changbin, fully dressed and already energized, opened her door a crack. “Seoyoon-ah,” he called softly at first, his voice gentle. When there was no response, he stepped in further and crouched down by her bed. “Yah, sleepyhead. Time to wake up.”

Seoyoon stirred slightly, her face scrunching as she buried it further into her pillow. “Mmm, go ‘way, Binnie,” she mumbled, her voice muffled and groggy.

Changbin chuckled at how cute she looked, her hair messy and her cheek slightly puffy from where it had been pressed against the pillow. “Nope. You can’t call me ‘Binnie’ and expect me to go easy on you. Come on, Yoonie, get up,” he said, poking her cheek lightly.

She whined in protest, turning over dramatically and dragging her blanket over her head. “It’s too early,” she grumbled. “Five more minutes.”

Changbin wasn’t having it. He tugged at the blanket, his grin widening when she clung to it stubbornly. “Don’t make me carry you to breakfast,” he teased.

“Ugh, fine!” she groaned, finally sitting up, her eyes barely open as she glared at him. Despite her grumpiness, there was something endearing about the way she rubbed her eyes like a child and yawned loudly. “You’re the worst, Binnie.”

“And yet you love me,” he quipped, standing and ruffling her hair. “Now hurry up and get ready before the others eat all the food. You know how Jisung gets with bacon.”

With a sigh, Seoyoon shuffled out of bed, her steps heavy and sluggish. Changbin smirked as he left her to get dressed, closing the door behind him.

Once ready, Seoyoon joined the boys in the dining area, where the table was already set with breakfast: eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh fruit. The smell alone made her stomach rumble, but she quickly pushed the thought aside.

“Morning, Yoonie!” Felix greeted her brightly from his seat, flashing her a dimpled smile.

“Morning,” she replied, her tone still a little grumpy but softening at the sight of the others.

She slid into a seat but made no move to grab a plate, hoping to slip under the radar. She reached for her iced coffee instead, sipping on it quietly. But Seungmin wasn’t fooled.

“Seoyoon,” he called out, his sharp eyes narrowing as he set down his fork. “Why aren’t you eating?”

She froze, caught off guard. “Oh, I’m not really hungry. I’ll eat later,” she lied, waving him off.

Seungmin didn’t buy it for a second. “Nope. Not happening.” He grabbed a piece of toast, spread some jam on it, and held it out to her. “Here. Just a few bites.”

“I said I’m not hungry—”

“Don’t argue with me,” Seungmin cut her off, his tone firm but not unkind. “Just one bite, or I’ll make you finish the whole plate.”

The boys watched the exchange with varying degrees of amusement, a few of them stifling chuckles. Seoyoon sighed in defeat, leaning forward to take a bite of the toast Seungmin held out. “Happy now?” she mumbled, cheeks slightly puffed as she chewed.

“Ecstatic,” Seungmin deadpanned, though the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

After breakfast, they all piled into the car. Seoyoon ended up in the backseat between Jeongin and Jisung, who were both in high spirits.

As the car pulled out of the driveway, Jeongin turned to her with a curious look. “So… what were you doing last night?” he asked innocently, though there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

Seoyoon blinked, her heart skipping a beat. “What do you mean?” she asked, playing dumb.

“The pictures,” Jeongin said casually. “You said it was for a blog thing, right? What kind of blog?”

At this, Chan, who was driving, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, and a few of the others turned to look at her as well.

“Uh…” Seoyoon hesitated, feeling the weight of their gazes. “Just… you know, aesthetic stuff. Outfits, vibes, that kind of thing.”

Jisung tilted his head, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Vibes, huh? What kind of vibes are we talking about?”

“Nothing special!” she said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. “Just artsy stuff. You know, creative expression.”

Felix snickered from the passenger seat. “Creative expression, huh? Sounds suspicious.”

“Can we drop it, please?” Seoyoon said, her cheeks burning as she crossed her arms.

The boys exchanged knowing looks but thankfully didn’t press further.

When they arrived at school, they all went their separate ways. Seoyoon grabbed her bag and turned to Jisung, who was waiting for her.

“Ready?” he asked, slinging his arm over her shoulders in a friendly gesture.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she said, grateful for the distraction.

As they walked to class together, she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious about the questions from earlier. But for now, she pushed it to the back of her mind. She had other things to focus on—like surviving the day without accidentally spilling her secrets.

Throughout the day, Seoyoon couldn't help but overhear whispers and murmurs as she walked through the halls of the school. At first, she tried to ignore it, focusing on her classes and the boys. But as the day went on, the comments seemed to follow her, like shadows creeping in at the edges of her thoughts.

“Did you see Seoyoon with them again? I swear, she’s always with them now. She thinks she’s part of their group or something.”

“Yeah, but does she even know them that well? She’s not like them. I don't know, it’s kind of weird. They’ve been acting like she’s one of them.”

Seoyoon could feel the weight of the words—small, insignificant to the people who spoke them, but enormous to her. She wasn’t like the boys. She had always felt different, and now it was like everyone could see it too. Her insecurities flared up, and it felt like she couldn’t escape them. The whispers were loud in her mind, louder than the conversations happening around her. Am I really just some outsider to them? Do they think I’m too much of a burden?

It was during lunch that Seoyoon retreated to the bathroom, hoping to find some solace in the quiet. She leaned over the sink, staring at her reflection, the bright fluorescent lights making her look pale and tired. Her stomach twisted in knots as she tried to push away the overwhelming thoughts, but they kept creeping back.

“Did you hear? Seoyoon’s practically living with them now. I mean, it's like she doesn't even have a life of her own anymore.”

“I heard she used to be so independent. Now she just hangs around them all the time. Kind of pathetic, honestly.”

Seoyoon flinched as the voices echoed through the bathroom door. She felt her chest tighten, her breath catching in her throat as the whispers seemed to close in on her. She wanted to leave, to escape, but her legs felt like they were made of stone.

When the bathroom door finally swung open and the girls walked out, Seoyoon was left standing there, her heart hammering in her chest. The walls around her seemed to close in, her throat tightening as the tears she had been holding back finally broke free. She sank to the floor, her back against the cold tile, pulling her knees to her chest as sobs wracked her body. The tears came in heavy waves, uncontrollable and painful, each one a reminder of how small and insignificant she felt.

They were right, she thought miserably. I don't belong with them. I don't belong anywhere.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but Seoyoon didn’t move to check it. She couldn’t bring herself to care. It wasn’t until the sobs began to slow that she finally took a shaky breath, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. She stood up slowly, her body aching from the weight of the breakdown, and looked at herself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at her seemed so unfamiliar, so broken.

She forced herself to take one last deep breath before she stepped out of the bathroom, trying to put on a brave face even though the hurt still simmered underneath.

But as soon as she stepped into the hallway, she heard a voice that made her heart stop��Jisung’s voice, calling her name.

“Seoyoon!” he shouted, concern in his tone as he jogged toward her. His eyes searched hers, catching the faint traces of red on her cheeks from her tears. “Hey, you okay?”

Seoyoon quickly wiped at her face again, offering a weak smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache.”

Jisung didn’t buy it for a second. He frowned, looking her over carefully. “Seoyoon… you don’t look fine. You sure you’re alright?”

Before she could respond, Felix appeared beside Jisung, eyes softening when he saw her. “Hey, Yoonie, we’ve got your back, you know that, right?” Felix’s words were warm, but there was a hint of concern in his voice.

Seoyoon swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it harder to speak. “I know. I just… I don’t know why people keep talking about me. It’s like I don’t fit in with you guys. I’m just... an outsider. And I can’t help but feel like maybe you all are getting tired of me.”

Felix and Jisung exchanged a look, their expressions serious now. It was Jisung who spoke first, stepping closer to her. “You’re not an outsider, Yoonie. You’re part of our group. We want you here, okay? Don’t let anyone make you feel less than that.”

Felix smiled at her, his tone sincere. “We’re all family, Seoyoon. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. You’ve got a place with us, always.”

For a moment, Seoyoon felt the weight of her worries start to lift, just a little. They really cared. She wasn’t a burden to them, not like she had feared. The support in their words, the understanding in their eyes, made her feel a little less alone. But the doubt still lingered, just under the surface, waiting for its chance to return.

With a shaky smile, she nodded. “Thanks, guys.” But deep down, she knew it would take more than just their words to calm the storm inside her.

The rest of the school day felt like a blur to Seoyoon. Her mind kept replaying the harsh whispers and judgmental stares, each word a dagger that twisted deeper into her chest. Despite the kind words from Jisung and Felix, the weight of the insecurity still clung to her, heavy and suffocating. She felt like she couldn’t escape the thoughts, the doubts that circled like vultures.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, she shuffled toward the exit with the boys, but her steps felt slower than usual. The laughter and chatter of the others seemed distant, almost as if they belonged to a different world.

As they made their way to the car, Seoyoon noticed the way the boys glanced at her. They could tell something was off.

"Yoonie, you okay?" Jisung asked, his eyes flicking between her and the others. There was concern in his voice, but Seoyoon just gave him a tight, forced smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine, really. Just tired, I guess,” she mumbled, brushing her hair behind her ear as she climbed into the car. She didn’t want them to see what was happening inside her. She didn’t want to burden them with her mess, so she buried it deep, hiding behind the act of pretending everything was fine.

The ride home was quiet. The usual chatter that filled the car was noticeably absent, and Seoyoon could feel their eyes occasionally flicking to her in the rearview mirror, sensing the tension that hung in the air. She stared out the window, her mind racing, trying to focus on anything other than the ache in her chest. Just make it through the night. You can do this.

When they arrived home, the others made their way inside, but Seoyoon stayed behind, walking slowly to the front door. She could feel the weight of their stares lingering even after they entered the house.

She didn’t even acknowledge the others as she passed by them, heading straight to her room. She quietly closed the door behind her, locking it with a soft click. It was like an invisible barrier between her and the world outside—her only way of keeping everything at bay.

The silence in her room was deafening. Seoyoon stood there for a moment, her hand still on the door, before slowly sliding down to sit on the floor, her knees drawn to her chest. Her body felt heavy, like it was made of stone. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, but it didn’t help. The thoughts kept coming. The whispers, the insecurities, the feeling of not being enough.

Maybe they’re right… maybe I really don’t fit in. Maybe I’m just a burden to them, and I’ll eventually wear them out. They’ll get tired of me.

Her hands curled into fists on her knees, her nails digging into her skin as she tried to push the thoughts aside. But they wouldn’t go away. No matter how hard she tried to force them out, they just kept circling.

A knock on the door startled her, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t feel like talking, not to anyone, especially not when she felt like this.

“Yoonie, you in there?” Jisung’s voice came softly through the door. “Come on, we’re all just hanging out in the living room. You can join us if you want. We missed you.”

Seoyoon bit her lip, not trusting herself to speak. She didn’t want to drag them into her mess. She just wanted to be alone. The last thing she needed was to burden them more.

But there was a long silence before Jisung spoke again. "Yoonie, I know you're having a hard time right now. We’re not going to push you, but please, just remember you don’t have to go through this alone, okay? We’re here for you."

She swallowed hard, her throat tight. She wanted to respond, to tell him that she didn’t want to be a burden, that she didn’t want them to feel like they had to carry her pain, but the words got stuck in her throat.

Instead, she simply whispered, “I’m fine. Just need some space right now.”

She could hear the disappointment in Jisung's voice as he sighed softly before walking away. Seoyoon let out a shaky breath, pressing her palm to her forehead. She felt so incredibly small in that moment.

And then, she pulled her knees closer to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as if the pressure of holding herself together would somehow make the weight inside her lessen. I just need to get through today. Tomorrow will be better.

But even as she thought that, she couldn’t shake the sense of emptiness that seemed to follow her.

Seoyoon didn’t know when she fell asleep. Her head must’ve slipped down against the edge of the bedframe sometime after the quiet sobs had subsided, exhaustion overcoming her emotions. She hadn’t meant to cry; the tears had just come, sudden and raw, like a dam breaking. When she awoke, it wasn’t to the comforting embrace of sleep, but to the weight of her own sadness and the quiet hum of the house around her.

The room felt cold despite the warmth of the setting sun outside. She shivered slightly, rubbing her face with the back of her hand to erase the remnants of her tears, but there was still a heavy feeling in her chest that she couldn’t shake.

Just as she shifted to sit up, she heard a soft knock on the door. She flinched at the sound, wiping her eyes quickly as if trying to pretend she hadn’t just fallen apart. The door opened a crack before Seungmin’s familiar voice came through, gentle and warm.

“Yoonie? Dinner’s ready. I know you haven’t eaten since breakfast, and you need to eat something. You’ve gotta take care of yourself, okay?”

Seoyoon sat up slowly, her body aching from the position she’d slept in on the floor. She didn’t want to leave her room. She didn’t want to face anyone in this state, but Seungmin’s soft tone—there was no judgment in it, only care—pulled at her. She let out a deep breath, and with a reluctant nod, she pushed herself up.

“Okay… I’ll be right out,” she muttered, even though she wasn’t sure if she believed it herself.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt, smoothing out the creases as she stood in front of the mirror, making a conscious effort to look like she was holding it together. Her hair was messy from sleep, her eyes red and puffy, but she wiped away the worst of it and sighed. She couldn't keep hiding from them forever. She had to go out there eventually. I can do this.

Taking one last deep breath, she opened the door, stepping out into the hallway.

And there they were.

All eight of them, gathered together in the living room. As soon as she stepped out, they stopped what they were doing, eyes turning to her. A mixture of concern and tenderness filled the room, and before she knew what was happening, they were all standing up to welcome her, enveloping her in their warmth.

Chan was the first to approach, pulling her into his arms with a soft “Hey, Yoonie,” his voice laced with comfort. Then Felix followed, wrapping his arms around her from the side, offering her a gentle smile.

“Don't worry, Yoonie,” he whispered, “We’re here.”

Next was Minho, who gave her a small, playful nudge as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, guiding her into the living room with a quiet chuckle, as though trying to lift her spirits without saying much at all.

“You don’t have to do this alone, you know,” he murmured, his presence calming her like a soft blanket.

Seungmin, who had been the one to knock on her door, gently cupped her cheek with one hand, his touch light but full of reassurance. “You’re not a burden, Yoonie. Just eat with us. Please?”

Changbin nudged Jeongin, who had been quietly standing off to the side, and they both smiled at her. Jeongin stepped forward and placed a hand on her back, his voice quiet but full of warmth. “We’re not going anywhere, okay? Just come sit with us.”

Hyunjin was the last to approach, offering a soft kiss to her forehead, a simple gesture that melted Seoyoon's heart. “We love you, Yoonie. Don’t forget that. Always.”

Seoyoon blinked, the tears that had been threatening to come back already brimming at the edges of her eyes. The way they showered her with care, the way they all showed her love without asking for anything in return—it was almost too much to process. She felt silly for ever thinking she didn’t deserve it. She felt small in the best possible way.

“I feel… silly,” she murmured, though her heart was lighter than it had been all day. “I don’t know why you’re all so nice to me.”

“You deserve it,” Chan replied, smiling softly. “We take care of each other. That’s what family does.”

The warmth of their words wrapped around her like a protective cocoon, and she let herself relax into it, realizing that she didn’t have to hide everything anymore. She didn’t have to shoulder it all alone.

“Let’s eat, yeah?” Jisung grinned, taking her hand lightly and leading her to the table where the food was already set out.

They all settled in together around the table, and even though Seoyoon was still carrying the remnants of her sadness, the genuine love and care from the boys around her made the burden feel a little bit lighter. With each bite of food, with each laugh and soft conversation, her heart healed just a little more.

As they all dug into their dinner, Seoyoon glanced around the table, her eyes softening at the sight of the eight boys who’d slowly started to become her family.

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THE BET | #4 I’m in.

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SUMMARY -> in a world where Bang Chan the rising athlete of the basketball team was forced into a bet made by his friends to get into bed with the ice queen Y/N known to dismiss any boy who comes her way…

where Bang Chan finally gets to reconcile/make up with his old best friend who was known as the sweetest girl before college who he ghosted out of nowhere

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salamanderdr · 8 months ago

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5/8 fem ! Skz

Hyunjin 🥟

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h0neyjaehyun · 6 months ago

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Karma:honesty is the best policy

Felix: when you went to the bathroom i tried to eat your pen

Karma: no honey

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ivyyisbored22 · 25 days ago

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𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞—𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Biker AU, Stray Kids one shot

Synopsis: A certain dark haired leader of a biker club caught your attention online and you've been watching his weekly races in secret—or so you thought. Little did you know, this handsome biker already knows about his cute little stalker...

Content Warnings: Stalking but online. Smut🔞 after a bit of plot. Unprotected sex, P in V (from the behind), riding, rough, dirty talk(?), ass slapping, pet names, choking(kinda—), aftercare in the shower. Chris is a tease (maybe like a bit?).

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: 17 days late, but better than never— HAPPY NEW YEAR! I've been wanting to draw and write biker Chan for a LONG LONG TIME, so finally here it is. (Yes that drawing is done by me haha)

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

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The bike flashed away into the stretching tracks in a blink of an eye, leaving a trail of excitement and dust in its wake. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices drowned out by the fading growl of the engine.

You pushed your hood further over your head to cover your hair flying in that direction, blending into the mass of onlookers while your eyes stayed glued to the figure disappearing into the night.

Christopher Bang Chan.

Did an accidental misclick on a hashtag "NightRider" lead you into his world? Yes.

You did have an unexplainable attraction towards bikes. It was the thrill, the speed, the freedom. Even if you couldn't ride one, the way bikes looked like a beast that could conquer the roads, it fascinated you.

But this— this wasn't just an attraction towards the sleek BMW S1000rr that was speeding this evening. No.

A random late-night scroll had led you to a short video of him—helmet off, his hair dark slightly tousled, a cocky grin tugging at his lips as he dismounted his bike like he owned the world. That pulled you like a magnet to steel.

You watched him, racing the tracks with swift motion, in practice ease, over taking every other rider, everything about him demanding attention.

Every other rider was left in his dust, and the cheers of his friends, 7 guys echoed above the deafening roar of the engines.

"Teach these bastards why they can’t touch you!” one of them bellowed, pumping his fist in the air, his blood red hair catching the rays of the setting sun.

“Eat that, losers!” another laughed, slapping the back of the guy next to him as they all leaned against their bikes, eyes glued to Chan’s figure dominating the track.

In a final swift, Chan drifted his bike as he reached the finish line, the tires screeching against the asphalt in a perfect arc. A plume of smoke curled up from under the wheels, his dimpled grin flashing at his victory and triumph.

The lingering growl of his bike continued as he sat there for a moment, one leg propped on the ground as if soaking in the chaos he had just commanded. His friends were the loudest of all, their jeers and cackles cutting through the noise.

Chan finally killed the engine and swung off the bike with the same effortless grace that had first caught your attention online. He pulled off his helmet, shaking his head slightly to ruffle his dark hair into place.

His eyes gleamed with a mix of adrenaline and triumph as he tucked the helmet under one arm and began walking toward his friends.

“That’s how it’s done, you fucking legend!” yelled one in a strong Australian accent, smacking Chan’s shoulder, the redhead taking his helmet from him and handing in a water bottle.

“Told you it wasn’t even a competition,” Chan quipped, his voice smooth but laced with that cocky edge that made your stomach flip.

The crowd began descending, slowly leaving you alone in your place, your hood over your head, covering your face slightly. Just as you were about to look away, his eyes briefly landed on you.

Your breath caught in your throat at the intensity of his gaze on you. It was like he knew who you were but that was impossible. You've been secretly coming to the race every Saturday (telling your parents that you're going to the library) ever since you discovered his page and of course he doesn't know who you are.

It's out of the question.

Chan's smirk deepened, something wicked flashing in his expression. You quickly looked away, pretending to fidget with your phone, but you could still feel the heat of his gaze.

Before you made a fool of yourself, you stood up and walked towards the end of the track, pulling your hood lower to shield your face. Just as you were about to step into the shadows, a sharp, confident whistle cut through the air, freezing you in your tracks.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, you didn't turn around but felt Chan's lingering gaze pressing against your back. You turned slightly to see through your shoulders but then turned around and walked away as if you didn't hear anything at all.

“That chick’s been here for the last four weeks.” Minho commented, his voice casual as he tipped back his can of Red Bull.

Chan didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still fixed on the spot where you had disappeared into the shadows. His jaw tensed slightly, a flicker of something unreadable flashing in his gaze.

He could still picture the way you had glanced over your shoulder for a split second, like you’d been caught but refused to admit it.

"Oi, Chan," Felix called out, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You losing your touch, mate?"

The group erupted in laughter, their cackles echoing against the emptying track.

“Maybe she’s got better taste than you thought,” I.N added, smirking as he leaned against his own bike.

"She’ll come around." Chan said smoothly, shrugging nonchalantly, the cocky edge in his voice masking the intrigue bubbling beneath the surface.

"Will she now?" Hyunjin mocked, raising an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure?"

"Trust me," he said, his tone low and deliberate. "No one comes to my races four weeks in a row without a reason." A devilish smirk tipped the corner of his lips that made the guys exchange glances.

"Whatever you're thinking, don't." Changbin interrupted, pushing himself upright with a sharp look.

"You don't even know what I was thinking." Chan shot back, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. "Besides, if she keeps coming back, she’s going to slip up eventually. And when she does…”

Changbin rolled his eyes at him and grabbed a Red Bull from the ice box. He knew that Chan wasn't going to listen to what he's gonna say anyway.

Chan walked towards his bike and hoped on, revving his engine as it roared to life and slipping his helmet on. He glanced at his friends, his smirk turning downright wicked.

"Then what?" Hyunjin asked, crossing his arms.

"She wanted my attention, so she got it. And I want something in return.”

With that, he sped off into the night, leaving the guys behind in a cloud of smoke and laughter.

***

"Three, two, one, let's gooo!..."

You kept scrolling through Instagram reels, nothing interesting that grabbed your attention.

But you couldn't stop thinking about Chan...

It's Saturday, four o'clock in the evening. His races start at five. You went through his Instagram and TikTok, creating a folder in your saves for his biking videos and you catch yourself rewatching his highlights again and again.

Were you guilty for stalking him online? A bit—but you couldn't stop it. His bike didn't even fascinate you anymore the way it did the first time. You just were feeling obsessed with him.

The race track was only a few blocks away from you and you couldn't help but think, could he have crossed your home? You never noticed it but now everytime you hear a speeding engine, you look out your window, hoping it's Chan.

Yeah you were pretty much obsessed.

You went back to Chan's account and scrolled down his feed, opening some of his old posts when suddenly the phone slipped out of your hand and fell on your face.

"Fuck!" You yelped, rubbing your forehead, eyes widening as you glanced at the screen in horror.

Oh fuck—

You accidentally liked a picture of him from two years ago.

The red heart stared back at you, mocking your clumsiness, your heart sank as panic took over.

“Oh, no, no, no…” you whispered, scrambling to unlike it. You tapped the heart again, watching it disappear, but the damage was already done. Your phone trembled in your hands as you stared at the post, your reflection visible in the darkened screen.

It was a picture of him leaning casually against his bike, wearing a tank top with his buff arms crossed, a majestically inked dragon flexing on his bicep.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath, clutching your forehead. Does he get notifications for old likes? Does Instagram even do that?

You sat up, your mind racing just as fast as his bike. He had half a million followers, so maybe he wouldn’t notice, right? But what if he did? What if he checked? What if he remembered your face from the track and connected the dots?

"Calm down," you whispered, trying to reason with yourself. "He probably won’t even notice."

But deep down, a small voice in the back of your mind said otherwise.

Because if there was one thing you’d learned about Chan from watching him race, it was that he noticed everything.

"She'll be here today." Chan said, tossing the Red Bull can in the trash and turning towards his friends.

Seungmin tilted his head, looking up from his phone, arching a skeptical brow. "Oh, so now you're a psychic?"

Chan rolled his eyes, leaning casually against his bike. “No. She's been coming every Saturday, there's no way she'll not come today."

“You’ve been stalking your stalker?” Felix chimed in, his deep voice carrying a note of amusement as he slipped his hands in the pocket of his pants.

Chan smirked, unbothered by the jab. “I don’t need to stalk. She makes herself obvious. Hood up, always at the same damn spot. Like clockwork.”

“Maybe she’s just here for the bikes,” Seungmin said with a shrug, going back to scrolling on his phone. Chan shook his head, his smirk widening.

Chan shook his head, his smirk widening. “Nah, it’s not the bikes anymore. Her eyes practically screamed busted when I whistled at her.”

“That’s because you’re fucking annoying.” Jisung piped up, sipping from his own can of soda. “If someone whistled at me in public, I’d leave too.”

The group laughed, but Chan’s gaze remained steady, fixed on the track like he was already envisioning you standing there.

"Race instead of me." Chan effortlessly tossed his keys at Changbin.

"What?" Changbin caught the keys with a sharp reflex, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"If she's really into the bikes, she wouldn't care if the rider is different. But if that's not the case..." His smirk grew wider.

"Then she'll know it's not me the second you hit the track." Chan finished, rolling his helmet between his hands. "She’s been watching me, not the bike. Let’s see if she’s as observant as I think."

Changbin raised an eyebrow, twirling the keys in his hand. “So, you’re basically using me as bait?”

“Not bait,” Chan corrected, handing Changbin his helmet and clapping him on the shoulder. “More like... a decoy. Just ride, keep it clean, and make it convincing. Wear my helmet, keep your head down, and let me handle the rest.”

“This is either genius or the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” Felix said, shaking his head.

“Shut up and watch,” Chan said, his tone light but confident. He turned back to Changbin. “You good?”

Changbin sighed, slipping the helmet on. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t blame me if I win and your little stalker realizes you’re not as fast as you think.”

The group laughed again, but Chan was already focused, his gaze cutting across the other riders getting ready for the race and watching the crowd gather, waiting for his shadowed muse.

The air began getting slightly colder, riders hopping on their bikes getting ready for the race. Chan stood with the guys, his back facing the crowd and his face hidden with a hoodie, watching Changbin rev up the engine.

He gave a small thumbs to Bin who responded with his own one and held the handle, preparing to flash away.

You finally managed to slowly get in your spot blending in with the crowd, your usual hood on, hair in front to shield your face, eyes glued on the riders before you.

At this point it felt silly than anything else, sneaking around every Saturday like you were some undercover agent. But you couldn’t stop yourself. The magnetic pull Chan had on you was impossible to ignore, even if you didn’t fully understand it yourself.

Your eyes scanned the lineup of riders, automatically locking onto the sleek, black BMW S1000rr. The sound of its engine roaring to life sent a familiar thrill through you, but something felt... different tonight.

The rider atop the bike gave a sharp nod, helmet obscuring his face. You couldn’t tell, but the way he usually carried himself—effortless confidence paired with a hint of smugness—seemed oddly subdued.

Your heart sank slightly. Was he even here tonight?

You pushed the thought away, gripping the edge of your hoodie to ground yourself. Focus. It didn’t matter. You were here for the race, for the thrill, not for him.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself since the last four races.

The countdown began, the cheers of the crowd growing louder with each passing second. The sound of engines revving filled the air, and you found yourself leaning forward slightly, anticipation buzzing through your veins.

Three... Two... One—

The riders shot forward, a blur of color and speed tearing down the track. Your eyes stayed glued to the black bike, trying to shake the unease gnawing at the back of your mind.

Is it him?

You watched curiously for the first two rounds, pushing away the feeling that it's not Chan but when it was the third round and you still didn't see his dramatic drift at the curved corners of the track, you were sure that it really wasn't Chan racing.

You leaned backwards exhaling and pulling out your phone, your interest in the race quietly dying down.

"I caught you princess..." A smug grin spread across Chan's face who had been secretly watching you but the race.

Hyunjin, who had also been watching you with Chan, waiting for him to be wrong, sighed dramatically, pulling a crumpled fifty out of his pocket and slapping it into Minho’s palm.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, shooting Chan a side glance. "She really is here for you man."

Chan chuckled, low and confident. “Told you,” he said, brushing past them as he made his way toward you.

You were distracted with the reels playing on your phone to notice until he sat next you, your eyes fell on that unmistakable silver bracelet you recognised instantly.

Your heart pounded in your ears.

“Enjoying the race?” a low, teasing voice asked, so close you could feel the faint vibration of it in your chest. You stiffened, your head snapping up.

And there he was. Bang Chan.

Sitting casually next to you, leaning back like he owned not just the seat, but the entire universe. His hoodie was slightly pushed back, giving you a perfect view of his sharp jawline and those maddening dimples that tugged at his smirk.

For the first time, you noticed how sharp his features were up close—perfectly sculpted, how his lashes framed those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you.

You swallowed hard, your nerves threatening to spill over, but you kept your guard up and tried to calm your racing heart.

“You okay there, princess?” he drawled, his tone dripping with amusement. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or maybe... me?”

You quickly snapped out of it, your face heating. “I’m fine,” you said, sitting straighter and forcing your voice to sound steady. "And I think you've mistaken me, I don't really know you."

Your lie was so bland, it practically hung in the air like a neon sign screaming caught red-handed.

Chan raised an eyebrow, playfully scoffing as he ran a hand through his hair. “Is that so?” he said, his tone laced with mock sincerity. He leaned in slightly, and you caught a faint whiff of leather and something distinctly him—sharp, clean, and deathly intoxicating.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice firm despite the heat rising in your cheeks. “I don’t really follow bikers.”

“Hmm.” He tapped his chin theatrically, his eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “Funny, because someone who doesn’t follow bikers somehow managed to stumble across my page. And, oh, what’s this?”

He mimicked scrolling on an invisible phone, his grin wicked. “Liked a post from two years ago? Now, that’s dedication for someone who doesn’t know me.”

Your stomach did a somersault, and for a moment, you were certain your face betrayed you. But you quickly composed yourself, leaning back slightly and crossing your arms. “That was an accident,” you said coolly, trying to ignore the way your pulse thundered in your ears.

Chan tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “So you accidentally clicked on my profile, accidentally scrolled back two years, and accidentally double-tapped? Seems like a lot of accidents for one person.”

You huffed, glaring at him. “Are you always this full of yourself?”

“Only when I’m right.” He shot back smoothly, his dimpled grin so close now, you could count the faint freckles dotting his cheekbones.

You could do nothing to calm your racing heart as Chan adjusted his seat and leaned back, watching whoever was racing in his place. He didn't say a word after that, just stayed silent and concentrated on the track.

You kept glancing at him with the corner of your eyes without fully turning, focusing on the race as well, but you could have sworn that he could hear your pounding beats in your chest over the screeching tires.

Of course whoever was riding in on behalf of Chan won tonight's race in an equally dramatic drift, you caught Chan smirking and nodding proudly. You were unsure what to do and stood in your place while the crowd began standing up, then when you were about to leave, a hand wrapped around your wrist.

"Where are you off to now?" His dark eyes glinted under the dim lights, mischief oozing from every inch of his expression.

“You’ve been sneaking in to watch the race for weeks, and now that you’ve got what you wanted, you’re just gonna leave? That’s kinda rude, don’t you think?”

You bit your lip, debating your next words. His confidence was infuriating, but it was also… dangerously attractive. Finally, you sighed, meeting his gaze head-on.

“Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. “Maybe I did. So what?”

Chan blinked, momentarily caught off guard by your honesty, before breaking into a wide grin. “Well, that’s a first. Didn’t think you’d actually own up to it.”

“Is there a point to this conversation?” you shot back, your tone laced with feigned impatience, though your pulse still raced from his lingering touch.

Chan tilted his head, eyeing you thoughtfully, then exhaled a sharp breath. “Don’t you think it’s time you saw what it’s like on the track?”

You blinked at him, your breath hitching. “What are you talking about?”

He straightened up, fixing his hoodie. “I’m offering you a ride, princess. Around the track. Are you up for it, or not?”

The sass in his tone lit a fire in you. You loved bike rides, the rush of speed, the wind in your hair—but doing it with him? That felt like stepping into dangerous territory. Still, your pride wouldn’t let you back down.

You crossed your arms, feigning indifference. “Fine. Let’s see if your riding skills are as good as your ego.”

Chan chuckled, the sound deep and low, and it sent an unwelcome shiver down your spine. “Careful what you wish for, princess,” he said, stepping closer. “You might not be able to handle it.”

You scoffed, though your heart was pounding. “We’ll see about that.”

You followed Chan as he descended the stairs and made his way towards his friends, all of them surrounded with their own bikes, cans of Red Bull, wearing leather jackets.

“Yo, I.N!” Chan called out as you approached, his voice carrying over the noise of the dispersing crowd. He looked up from his phone, his expression curious.

“What’s up?” I.N asked, his brows lifting when he saw you trailing behind Chan.

Chan jerked his chin toward I.N’s helmet, which was resting on the bike parked beside him. “Hand that over. Our guest needs it.”

I.N blinked, clearly surprised. “Wait, she’s riding with you?”

“Finally got yourself a passenger?” Minho, who was leaning casually against his own bike, snorted.

“Just a little gratitude to her for being so kind and showing up to my races every week.” Chan replied smoothly, throwing you a sidelong glance.

Your cheeks flushed crimson but you didn't say anything. You couldn't because you felt like your throat was shut tight.

The group erupted into low chuckles, Minho gave Chan a knowing look, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

“Don’t mess up my helmet,” I.N said, handing it over. “It's my favourite one.”

You hesitated for a moment, then took it, your fingers brushing against his. “Don't worry, I won't.” You said softly.

The group watched you curiously as if they were waiting for you to make a mistake but Chan’s gaze was the only one you cared about. He stepped closer, his voice dropping low enough that only you could hear.

“Nervous?” he asked, his lips twitching into a knowing smirk.

You lifted your chin, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “Not even a little.”

His smirk deepened. “Good. Don't hold back and enjoy the ride.”

Changbin threw the keys at Chan and handed him the helmet, moving aside revealing the sleek black BMW, shining under the bright full moon light.

Chan got on the bike and you climbed up behind him. The tension crackled between you like static, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted to throttle him—or hold on tighter.

The engine roared to life, the deep, guttural sound vibrating through your body. Your grip on the seat tightened as Chan revved the engine, his dimpled smirk still firmly in place as he glanced back over his shoulder at you.

With a swift twist of his wrist, the bike shot forward, the sudden burst of speed forcing a gasp from your lips. Instinctively, your hands flew to his waist, gripping tightly as the world blurred around you.

The track stretched out like a silver ribbon under the moonlight, the cool night air whipping past your face, your hair dancing in the wind like a wild, untamed spirit. Chan maneuvered the bike with practiced ease, leaning into sharp turns and accelerating down straightaways.

The bike slowed slightly as he leaned into another turn, and you took the chance to glance at him. The confidence in his posture, the way his shoulders moved with the bike—it was magnetic.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased, his voice cutting through the wind.

You scowled, your cheeks heating. “Focus on the road, Chan.”

“I always do,” he replied smoothly. “But you’re making it a little hard, princess.”

Your grip on his waist tightened involuntarily, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something you might regret. The speed continued until Chan slowed down, pulling to a stop at the other side of the track, the starting point looking like the size of an ant.

The sudden stillness was deafening compared to the roar of the engine moments ago. The cool night air clung to your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating between you and Chan.

He shifted slightly, his body still straddling the bike as he turned his head toward you, his dark eyes glinting under the pale glow of the moon. “Tight grip you’ve got there, princess,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

“Didn’t think you’d want to hold on that bad.”

***

“Ah-Chan—” your moans poured out of your lips like an erotic symphony, blood rushing down like a flood bursting out of a dam as you felt his length inside of you, breasts bouncing up and down.

Oh you were holding on that bad.

“Ride my cock, baby. Good girl.” Chan hissed, your pussy clenching him so nicely it drove him wild.

What started off him not knowing your existence to getting to know eachother to now him fucking the senses out of you escalated fast.

You can't lie, you did have fantasies about him during the nights when you scrolled through his socials. Imagining how he would be in bed. Those dirty nights when you moaned his name, imagining his cock replacing your vibrator.

Would he be gentle? A complete opposite to the menace he was on the road?

Boy you were wrong. He was anything but gentle.

He was rough. Hard. Strong. And you enjoyed that very much.

Chan's hand fisted your hair as he pulled you towards him, his lips crashing yours drinking the taste of you. Your fingers clung onto his shoulder, nails grooving scars on his smooth skin, rocking your hips for more friction.

His cock filled you completely, stretching you in ways that made your vision blur. Every upward snap of his hips drove you closer to the edge, the friction against your walls making your toes curl.

“Chan—” you whimpered, breaking the kiss to gasp for air, your head falling back as his pace quickened.

He didn’t let up. If anything, the sight of you unraveling only spurred him on. His mouth trailed down your throat, teeth grazing your skin before he latched onto the sensitive spot just above your collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

His lips latched on your erect nipple, sucking and licking on it, the obscene sounds of him groaning feeling like music to your ears.

Wetness gushed down your thighs and onto his, a sinful symphony of wet, desperate noises that only fueled the fire between you.

“So fucking perfect for me.” he praised, his lips brushing against your ear as he pinched and played with your slick nipple that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

You felt so dirty and depraved, shamelessly riding his cock, his praises turning you on even more.

“Should I punish this pussy for stalking me baby? Hmm?” His hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit, triggering an orgasm to break free just from his words.

He already “punished” you for stalking him by bending you over and fucking you to oblivion on his bike a week ago but he is so cocky and mean, he loved using that every chance he got.

“Or should I fuck you from behind and wreck you till you make a sweet mess all over my cock?”

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your release slammed through you, your body convulsing and your walls clenched around him, drawing a deep, guttural moan from his lips.

You couldn't even process the aftershocks of your climax and before you knew it, you were on all fours, Chan's eyes glued on your glistening slick pussy, the angry tip of his cock grazing and teasing your swollen folds.

“Chan— mngh,” you pushed back against him, whining with need, feeling the anticipation rebuild as you kept feeling the tip nudge against your entrance.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice a dark purr that sent a shiver down your spine. “Barely gave you time to breathe, and here you are, already begging for me to ruin you again.”

Your fingers clenched the sheets, your body trembling from the mix of frustration and desire. “Please, Chan,” you breathed, voice muffled and desperate.

“Please, what?” he sneered, leaning down so his chest pressed against your back, his silver chain and bracelet on his wrist touching your skin, cold.

His breath was hot against your ear, and his hand slid up your body to grip your throat. “You want me to fuck you? Say it.”

Your cheeks burned, but the heat between your legs overshadowed any embarrassment. “I need you to fuck me, Chan,” you whispered, then louder, “Ruin me. Wreck me.”

He groaned at your words, his hand tightening slightly around your throat. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

Without another word, he thrust into you in one brutal stroke, knocking the air from your lungs. Your hands flew forward to steady yourself, a gasp tearing from your throat as he set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into yours with a force that had the bed creaking beneath.

“Look at you,” he continued, his tone dripping with arrogance. “So fucking cock-drunk, you can’t even think straight.”

You tried to speak, but he cut you off with a sharp thrust that made you cry out. His grip on your waist was bruising, holding you in place as he pounded into you mercilessly.

Every stroke hitting deeper, harder, until you were a squirming mess beneath him. His balls slapped against your clit, an almost tight hand around your throat had your vision going white.

His teeth sank into your soft skin, leaving a ruthless mark on your shoulder and his hand met with a sharp slap! on your ass. The pleasure of it overlapped the pain, relentless drilling on your sloppy cunt that made you grab the headboard.

“FUCK! I can't—” Your cries echoed off the walls of your bedroom, loud and feral.

“You can’t what?” Chan snarled, his voice laced with mockery as he dragged his cock out almost completely before slamming back in, hitting that spot and your skin meeting with another sharp slap!

His teeth grazed your earlobe as his hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you in place. “Can’t take me? Too much for this tight little cunt?”

“Y-yes—no—I don’t know!” you sobbed, your fingers clawing at the headboard as your body quivered beneath him.

His hand slid up on your throat, pulling you upright so your back was flush against his chest. The new angle made you scream, his cock hitting even deeper, harder, the relentless pace leaving you on the verge of tears.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice gravelly and thick with lust. “Scream for me, baby. Let the whole world know who’s making you feel this good.”

The way his cock kept hitting the right spots made you climb higher and higher, the knot tightening, only seconds away from snapping, your whimpers and moans poured out endlessly.

“I'm gonna come— I'm—”

You couldn't even finish your sentence as the second orgasm left you shaking, trembling and reeling beneath him. Your walls clamped down on his cock, pulling him deeper until he spilled his seed in you.

“Fuck.” Chan groaned, his grip on your throat loosening as he chased his own release. His hips stuttered, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips, cock twitching as he pumped you full.

Breaths ragged and heavy, the room was mixed in scents of mint and sex. Chan collapsed forward, but braced himself to avoid crushing you beneath his weight.

“You did so good, baby,” He murmured, his voice low and thick, trying to catch his breath while he nipped your sensitive skin.

Both of you were drenched in sweat, the mingling of your bodies making the heat in the room unbearable, yet neither of you moved.

His cock softened inside you, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he just leaned forward kissing the nape of your neck and shifted slightly, you winced at the feeling of him still inside you, oversensitivity making your nerves spark.

Slowly your bodies untangled and he fell on his back next to you, the both of you just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the weight of what just happened settling in.

You gently turned your head to see Chan, who was lost in his own thoughts. He felt you watching him and he turned too, a soft smile tipping the corner of his lips, his fingers brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

His eyes trailed down your body, skin peppered with his bite marks and hickeys, something unusually painful stung in his chest even though he had never felt that before.

You moved closer to him, pecking a sweet kiss on his nose that made him knit his brows smiling.

“I’m okay, you didn’t hurt me if you think you did.” You said reassuringly.

Chan let out a soft breath, his smile faltering for a moment as he studied your face. His fingers ghosted over a particularly dark bruise on your collarbone, his touch featherlight.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual, his teasing edge nowhere to be found.

You rolled your eyes, the faintest smile tugging at your lips. “Of course.” He huffed out a laugh, the sound vibrating against your cheek and kissed your forehead.

Chan got up from the bed and carried you in his arms towards the shower, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, letting out a content sigh as your head rested against his chest.

Under the spraying water, the steam curled around the two of you, but his touch was what kept you warm.

He grabbed a washcloth and the soap, lathering it before starting at your shoulders. His touch was slow and deliberate, careful not to press too hard as he cleaned every inch of your skin.

When he reached your bruised hips, his lips ghosted over one of the marks that made your heart flutter.

Once he was satisfied, he handed you the cloth, smirking faintly. “Your turn, princess.”

You laughed softly, taking it from him and mimicking his careful actions. You then saw the scratch marks and crescent scars you had left on his skin, etched like tiny badges.

Your fingers ghosted over them as you cleaned him, a pang of guilt flashing through your chest.

“Sorry about these,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Chan chuckled, his smirk softening into something warmer. “Don’t be. I like them."

Heat rose up your cheeks and you let out a small laugh, shaking your head.

When you reached his bicep, you couldn’t resist tracing the outline of his tattoo, your fingers brushing over the ink that decorated his skin.

“You really are full of surprises,” you said, your voice soft.

His brow quirked. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like this,” you said, gesturing between the two of you. “The rough biker with the soft side. Didn’t think I’d ever see it.”

He smirked, pulling you closer under the spray of water. “Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my reputation.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned into him anyway, letting the water cascade over both of you. Pearl-like drops of water slid down your bodies, your back pressed against the cold titles as Chan's mouth claimed yours.

After the shower Chan changed into his clothes and you slipped into comfy sweats, he grabbed his keys and helmet from the living room, walking toward the door with a cool, confident stride.

“My race is on Saturday,” He said, slipping on his helmet. “I hope you'll be there, princess.”

A chuckle escaped from your lips, your mind going back to how you went watch his races every Saturday without him knowing who you were.

“I guess I’ll see you there, then.”

Chan nodded, opening the front door and stepping out, you watched him climb on his bike, revving the engine back to life. With a twist on the handle, he zoomed out into the night, flashing away into the stretching darkness leaving a trail of himself behind.

You couldn’t help but think that stumbling across that video online of a certain biker had definitely been the best misstep of your life.

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baby-yongbok · 1 month ago

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~ New Years Party

~ Poly SKZ!Fake Texts

☆ Pairing: Ot8!Skz x Afab!Reader [group chat] - ❗MDNI ❗- ☆ A/N: This is what I think the group chat would sound like when everyone is drunk at a new years party and Chan is trying to keep up with everyone. Happy New Year! ☆Masterlist ☆

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ot8xbangchansgirlsblog · 5 months ago

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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜🧸

Summary (Short series):

The story follows an omega, enslaved and owned by JYP, who encounters Felix, a kind-hearted member of the SKZ pack. Felix feels sympathy for her and decides to bring her back to his pack, only to discover she is the last remaining soulmate. While Minho shows a protective side toward her, Hyunjin and Seungmin are openly hostile, leading to tension within the pack. As the omega grows closer to Han and distanced from Felix due to the negativity, Felix becomes affected by the situation.

The plot thickens with Felix’s impending heat and a studio lock-in with Chan. After winning an award, Hyunjin’s rejection of the omega drives her to isolate herself, exacerbating her discomfort. A vacation to the cabins sees new threats as wolves attempt to kidnap Felix, the omega, and Han. The situation leads to intense heat cycles, and the pack dynamics become even more strained. I.N struggles with his feelings towards the omega, bound by pack rules that only Bangchan can mark her first.

Despite challenges, including social media backlash against Felix and overwhelming experiences in public, the omega finds solace in gardening and caring for animals. The story resolves with pack members addressing their conflicts, accepting one another, and finding a balance in their complex relationships.

𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖🧸

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖: Love at first site

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠: Why is she here?

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖: Rules of the pack

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣: "who used my kitchen?"

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖: Soft pillows

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩: short skirts and pretty omegas

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: Sleeping beauty

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: Fresh start

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 3 months ago

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of monsters and milk (dad!hanjisung)

can ya'll tell i have the biggest fucking soft spot for dad!han 🙈

"Weeeeeee-gaaahh".

"AH. CRYING BABY"

Han jolts into a sitting position, all senses on high alert, eyes wide and his messy head of hair all fluffed out and tousled from the abrupt start.

He quickly slips out of the rumpled sheets and crawls over to the bassinet at the feet of the bed just as you start to stir awake, ever so slowly.

"Mmh...Nari?".

Han swiftly picks up his crying baby, he retrieves her discarded pacifier and gently sticks it in her mouth as too soothe her quickly, all the while rocking her in his arms gently, "I got this, shh, go back to sleep", he instructs softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

In your hazy, still dreamy state you catch but a jumbled murmur of his words and whiff on Nari's baby powder and milk scent before you drift off to sleep incredibly quickly. After all being a parent for the second time with a toddler and a 2 months old baby gets the best of you. Reason why you and Han take turns for night feeds and cuddles and just overall baby duties.

Perhaps the both of you combined might eventually get 8 full hours of sleep in a week. Not 8 consecutive hours of rest but ... Still.

Nari is not quite calm yet but the pacifier holds off her hungry crying at least until he has successfully padded his way out of your shared bedroom and into the hall, ""ts alright Nari-ah, milk is coming, milk is coming", he mumbles, pressing soft kisses to her downy little head as he makes his way down the hall and is almost about to unlock the kids safe gate perched on top of the stairs when he hears a wail like scream followed by loud whimpers.

"MONSTAH MONSTAH WEEEE".

"Oh ... Another crying baby".

Han barely has any time to kneel down on the floor, carefully balancing Nari on his hip while still holding onto her head and neck so it's pressed into his chest when Daisy comes screaming down the hall, running straight into her father's unoccupied arm, spread out for her: "what happened? baby what happened are you okay?", he tries to calm her down by hugging her to the best of his abilities.

It partially works. Nothing like daddy's magic hugs to calm down a crying baby. Daisy burrows her little face into her father's chest and sniffles quietly, "i had a mare mare...wit monstah". A small but painful crack in his heart, Han pulls his older daughter tighter to him, "aw you had a nightmare and a monster was there,sweetheart? I'm so sorry, it must have been scary yeah?", he says calmly, recognizing her fear and distress.

The little girl nods vehemently and sticks her tiny hands in her dad's pjama pants pocket, timdily asking for comfort and shelter, "very scawy, he took Quokki", she confesses, her big brown eyes still glossy with unshed tears, "oh no, not Quokki. I'm so sorry Daisy girl, we should make this bad monster go away shouldn't we? I bet Quokki is scared too", Han says softly, gathering up his two lovely bundles of daughters as he slowly stands up again.

Daisy clings to his legs and looks up at him expectantly, very much wrapped around his finger for Oppa is always so good at helping her through nightmares. "Alright, let's go chase out this bad guy so you and Quokki can go back to sleep", he explains patiently, walking towards her room.

Nari fusess about in slight impatience, her suckling on her pacifier growing sloppy with anticipation for the milk she's been promised, that much Han knows very well. But he's determined not to wake you up again, despite the dark circles around his tired eyes and the overall sleepiness and exhaustion from the numerous sleepless nights, he still takes the time to tackle one problem at a time, help one daughter at a time.

As soon as Daisy walks back into her bedroom she lunges for her HanQuokka plushie, which she has funnily renamed Quokki, and holds him tight to her chest, a sight so heartbreakingly devastating Han crumples on the inside out of pure endearment.

"Good girl, Deiji girl, cuddle him close, he needs you right now", he instructs before bending down on his knees again so he's more eye level with his daughter, "okay, first we have to chase Mr. Monster away from Daisy's little mind and Quokki's too right?", he says and waits for Daisy to nod her approval, "you know how we do that? with a kiss!! Monsters are very afraid of kisses, because kisses are magic!".

Ah the fervent imagination he nurtured with years and years of songwriting and bed time story impromptu making. Han Jisung the artist and the loving father where one and the same: wizards. Little genius brain faces of the same man.

Daisy's adoring eyes go wide with utter bewilderment, her mouth even opening in awe, "what were going to do is daddy gives you a kiss, here on your forehead so Monster flies straight out, and then you give Quokki a kiss on his little forehead so he's protected too!", Han enthuses, admiring how his daughter lights up at the suggestion,"YES!!", the 2 year old exclaims excitedly, now jumping up and down, almost rousing her little sister whose sleepy but inquisitive big eyes are looking around, taking in her sourroundings.

Emphasizing the smack of his lips on her forehead, Han kisses his first baby and taps her head gently, "take that Mr. Monster!", Daisy squeals in happiness and places a resounding kiss onto her plushie, which catches Nari's attention, the infant squirming and whining softly, "ah I think your baby sister might want a magic kiss too!", Han states, immediately abiding to his instincts. Which Daisy promptly replicates by puckering up and standing on her tippy toes to reach her sister.

A tender spike to his heart, Han bends down and watches that blissful moment as Daisy kisses her sister's forehead, looking immensely proud. He still is just astounded at how sensitive and smart and perceptive his first flower is. Actual tears threaten to spill right out of his eyes.

"Gooood girl, good big sissy. Now we're going to open the window so Monster can finally get out", he affirms then, walking over to the moon illuminated window, opening it wide for a brief second, "Mr. Monster we need you to go and leave Daisy alone now, bye bye", he mocks waves his hand bye, his older daughter imitating him, "buh -bye monstah", she exclaims resolutely in her tiny voice.

Once the window is closed Han spins around and holsters up Nari who's now growing restless for her milk, "okay, monster's gone now. Do you want to have some warm milk like sissy before going back to bed?", he offers, "yes, daddah", Daisy beams upnat him and he holds oir his hand for her, "downstairs we go,then. Hand please", he instructs again so they can walk out and then downstairs safely.

He's done this a million times, really. Ever since she started walking and then running and then figuring out how ro climb the stairs, Han knows she's a big girl now, she's careful and capable of moving around on her own quite well. Yet to hold safely that tiny hand while walking downstairs feels like the most precious thing still.

If he could hold her hand forever, through whatever hurdles might come here way, if he could shield and help his daughters bu Just holding their hands forever he would, in a heartbeat.

The clever little older girl climbs on her chair by herself, she patiently waits for her dad to slide said chair closer to the table so she's safe up there and quietly plays with her Quokki while Han warms up some milk. Nari drools all over herself, squirming around in her father's hold when she sees her milk bottle approach, "one second baby girl, it's hot, it's very hot", he says through a yawn, ultimately, finally! sitting down at the table, ready to feed his girls.

He hands Daisy her sippy cup and she takes it with both hands, as if accepting a gift, just like her dad taught her, "there you go, darling", "thank youuu appa". Smiling warmly at her, Han brushes her hair gently, so proud of her manners, the way she's still so young but so talkative and bright. The way she started picking up Korean so well and she spontaneously switches in between languages. He loves their little conversations.

"Kkkksss ahh milky's finally here yeah? Hi sweetheart, hi", he coos softly, feeding Nari who slurps up her milk ravenously while he gently settles her head in the crook of his elbow, right against his chest so her neck is supported and tilted right.

Oh that lovely baby smell intensifying, her tiny sounds and hiccups, Han gazes lovingly into his other daughter's eyes, holding her bottle for her.

He's split between the two loves of his entire life, not sure how to contain all the love stored within him. It's the quiet moments like these that make his heart flutter, just him and these two small humans he helped bring to life.

"All done dadda", Daisy exclaims, showing her empty cup, a little sleepiness in her eyes, "you're all done baby? was it yummy? do you want some more?", Han asks, smiling encouragingly, "no thank you, 'm good", she replies through a small yawn, shaking her head,"okay, can you wait two more minutes until sissy's done with her milk or would you like to go to sleep right now?", he inquires, gently tilting the bottle so Nari can easily suck up the last few drops of milk, "Daiji waits", murmurs the little girl, rocking her legs back and forth as she waits patiently at the table.

As soon as Han's done feeding Nari, he grabs a towel and drapes it over his shoulder expertly, he promptly lifts his baby up to his shoulders so he can pat her back and help her digest, silently praying she doesn't spit up her milk while he walks around slowly.

"Can I hol' shissy?". Han stops in his tracks and grins widely at Daisy, who's looking expectantly at her father, he walks over to her at the table and bends down on his knees, "of course you can hold sissy, little daisy flower. You want to be very gentle okay? Dadda helps you".

With a bit of careful maneuvering, and with the strong support of his arms, Han places a now very sleepy very calm baby Nari into her older sister's lap, the little girl cradling the baby so sweetly and hesitantly Han feels his heart swelling and swelling.

"Nari is preeetty", she mumbles under her breath, "yeah she's is very pretty, and you are very pretty. And mum's very pretty too, and you both look just like her", Han replies sincerely, unable to contain the joy manifesting on his face, he kissess both of his daughters' cheeks, so endeared he might cry.

A few goodnight kissess and nuzzles and diaper checks later, once he has made sure Nari's fast asleep in her bassinet and you are still soundly asleep, Han makes his way back to Daisy's room, tired and sleepy beyond comprehension but still willing to tuck his daughter to bed like he promised he would.

Daisy's already all snuggled up to her plushie, a few messy wisps of hair peeking out from underneath the bundle of sheets and blankets she has buried herself in. Han chuckles at the sight and pats her head tenderly, "Deiji baby...", he whispers, loud enough for her to hear while not disrupting her sleepy state too much.

Squinty sleepy eyes finally look back at him, a mischievous little grin spreading on her lips as she giggles and lifts her blanket up to her face again, hiding underneath, "ah! are we suddenly playing hide and seek now?", Han plays along, tickling her first and then squatting down on the floor so when Daisy removed the blanket she only sees the top of his head.

They play like that back and forth for a few minutes, at least until the little girl starts yawning more frequently and Han recognizes the heavy eyelids falling upon her eyes, "time to go back to sleep", he says sweetly, already adjusting the blankets and tucking her in, "appa is really really proud of you, you are such a good little helper and an amazing older sister to Nari, I love you so much".

Daisy smiles sleepily and cuddles Quokki to her chest, bleary eyes hardly open right now, "I love you dadda", she says in her tiny quiet voice, her father melting entirely. He kissess the top of her head and pats Quokki once, his knees straining with effort when he finally stands up straight again, "I love you more. Sweet dreams baby, sweet dreams Quokki".

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wanghyunjiin · 2 years ago

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—red bottoms, lmh.

pairing — Dom!Minho x afab!reader

plot— Sometimes you just enjoy pissing him off.

word count - 1.3k

content - dirty talk, hair pulling

warnings — jealousy, degradation, suggestive content, 18+ ONLY

It didn’t take much to rile him up.

When you did, you couldn’t deny the heat that pooled between your thighs. It made you press them as close together as possible, hoping that it would relieve the ache.

You followed behind him silently as he unlocked the front door to your shared apartment, the tension lingering heavily in the air as he shrugged off his jacket and threw it over the back of the couch. He wouldn’t even look at you.

Maybe you took it a little too far?

You had accompanied him to a company fundraiser. It was a common occurrence for the two of you, but this time you were especially bored. Most of the guests were middle-aged men with wallets too thick and hairlines too thin to hold your attention. Except for one of Minho’s colleagues, and close friends. With his long dark hair and thick, pillowy lips, no one could deny Hwang Hyunjin was very handsome. Objectively, of course.

Minho being as protective and prone to jealousy as he was, was enraged as he watched you talk to Hyunjin. The younger man making you laugh at a joke that Minho couldn’t help but assume from knowing him couldn’t possibly have been that funny. And when you tossed your head back in laughter, with your arm finding its way to wrap around Hyunjin’s bicep, Minho felt a fire burning through his veins at the sight.

Were you trying to piss him off?

He had made up a poor excuse for why he needed to leave early, earning a few eyebrows raised but no one asked questions. Minho said his goodbyes to the few familiar faces in the ballroom before taking your hand from Hyunjin's arm pointedly and lacing his fingers through yours. Minho bid his younger friend a short, expressionless, goodbye and practically dragged you behind him as he rushed out of the hotel lobby. You struggled to maintain the pace in your red-bottom stilettos, they clicked loudly against the marble floor as you tried to keep up. A gift for your birthday last year.

So that led you to this moment.

Minho finally turned around to look at you, the lack of emotion on his face making you nervous. You opened your mouth to apologize but he cut you off before you could say a word.

“Don’t.”

He spat the word at you with a single shake of his head and you closed your mouth, heading his warning. You were never scared of Minho, there was nothing to be scared of, he was by no means dangerous when he was mad but you couldn’t help the guilt settling in your stomach. You loved him more than anything and you knew he did all he could and more to make sure he was providing for you and keeping you happy. And there you were at a charity event, flirting with one of his friends out of boredom when you were supposed to be keeping him company.

Looking down at your feet, you heard his footsteps moving towards you slowly.

Minho stopped directly in front of you and lifted your chin with a single finger until you were looking directly into his eyes, you couldn’t ignore the fire burning in them and you felt your lace panties dampen.

‘Fuck, he’s so hot.’ The only thought that ran through your mind before his lips pressed against yours forcefully.

Even when he was being rough with you, his lips felt so soft and plush, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the sensation. Minho’s fingers moved from your chin to card through your hair, his grip tightened as he bit your lower lip and tugged lightly before letting go.

“You think he’s funny? Hm? Putting your hands on him in front of me, and everyone, like that.. Were you trying to make me jealous?”

His glare intensified, and his fist in your hair only tightened, making a whimper escape your lips as it started to burn almost painfully. Almost. You attempted to shake your head, which proved difficult with his hold on you, tears stinging your eyes as you stuttered.

“N-no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-”

The fire in Minho's eyes died down slightly, replaced with amusement as cocked his head to the side and cut you off mid-sentence.

“You didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to put your hands all over him? You didn’t mean to act like a desperate little slut that just wanted to be fucked? Is that what you’re sorry for?”

Tongue tracing across his lower lip as he fought off a shallow laugh, feeding off of how needy you looked, Minho drank in the way your eyes practically begged for him to fuck you. He knew what you were doing, and if you thought he was going to play along with your little game? That’s exactly what he was going to do.

Minho saw you press your thighs together, and the way your eyes dilated. He knew you like the back of his hand, so he knew that the harsh accusations he was spitting at you were doing nothing but soaking through your panties and leaving you aching to be fucked.

Another soft whimper left your lips, which caused a short laugh to escape him. Minho's grip in your hair forced your head back, he licked a thick stripe up the column of your throat from your collarbone to your earlobe before biting down on the soft flesh lightly, not wanting to be too aggressive with you even though he knew that’s what you wanted.

Your knees started to buckle, the way he took complete control of you leaving you feeling weak. You gripped the front of his shirt to keep yourself upright, feeling the straps of the heels you were wearing start to dig into your ankles painfully.

“Go lay on the bed. Take off that dress. Leave your panties and the shoes on.” Minho commanded, whispering his commands directly into your ear. He opened his clenched fist and freed your locks from his grip, the burning pain in your scalp almost instantly fading.

You hurried past your boyfriend and followed his commands, stripping off the tight red dress you were wearing and dropping it on the hardwood floor of your bedroom.

It was one of his favourites, the off-the-shoulder neckline showing off your prominent collarbones, and the texture of the velvet felt so good under his fingertips. This definitely wasn’t the first time you had a night like this, especially when you wore this dress.

You lay on the bed, soaked panties and heels still on as you were told, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to appear. You couldn’t help the way your heart raced in anticipation, debating whether or not to grab the handcuffs from his bedside drawer. Nothing like a subtle hint to get what you want.

A moment later, your lover walked through the door, fingers swiftly unbuttoning his now creased shirt.

“Oh, so you can behave... You just choose when to?” He asked rhetorically, noting you followed his instructions exactly. “Or are you behaving now because you think I’ll give you what you want... Is that it Princess?”

Even considering the circumstance, the pet name makes your heart flutter. You bit your lip softly, fighting the urge to retort with your own sly comment, knowing whatever you were planning on saying would just give him more reason to torment you.

Minho, now shirtless, climbs onto the bed. He crawls towards you, settling over you with his knees between your thighs, nudging your legs further apart, and licks his lips taking in the sight of the wet patch on your panties. The thin piece of, now-soaked, fabric was the only barrier between your boyfriend and the pleasure you so desperately craved.

Leaning down until his lips ghosted directly over yours, a smirk graced Minho’s lips as he whispered to you.

“You’re in for a long night Princess, I hope you weren’t expecting to cum anytime soon.”

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cherrysoojins · 2 years ago

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family : where the seo household is never quiet.

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female reader, smau, au.

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— living in a house with your brother, seo changbin and his friend, chan, was already chaotic enough. but added in the mix of their friends and your friends all being in the house all the time, there is never a quiet moment in the house, nor in the groupchat.

slight romance, slice of life, swearing, crack smau fic, written portions, some dark themes — (warnings will be provided on chapters), friends au, chaos, sfw, will add more warnings later.

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sungielvr · 12 days ago

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Nervous Young Inhumans

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W.C. 2.6k

Warnings - mentions of smoking weed, mentions of posting nudes, lingerie pic,

After dinner, Seoyoon felt the need for something to calm her mind again. She entered her room quietly, the weight of the night still lingering in her chest. The boys were kind, doting on her, but there was a part of her that felt like she needed some space to breathe, to process everything. The room felt suffocating, and the silence made her thoughts too loud.

She sat on the edge of her bed, reached for the drawer in her nightstand, and pulled out a small bag. Inside were the herbs she kept hidden, a little escape. She ran her fingers through the dried buds, appreciating their earthy scent as she set them down on the small rolling tray. It was a ritual she’d done countless times before, one that had always been comforting, like a soothing balm for her restless mind.

Seoyoon picked up a thin sheet of rolling paper, gently unfolding it between her fingers. She worked slowly, methodically—pressing the paper into shape, aligning the edge with the strip of filter she had pre-rolled. Her hands were steady as she gently packed the ground buds into the paper, rolling it back and forth to ensure an even consistency.

With a gentle flick of her fingers, she tucked in the edge, sealing it with a swift lick, and then twisted the end into a neat little knot. The blunt was thick, well-packed, and perfect, the end shining faintly in the dim light of her room. She admired her work, taking in the sight of it for a moment before sliding it into her pocket.

She stood up and moved to the door, opening it quietly so as not to draw attention. The boys were scattered around the living room, but no one noticed her slip out. She had learned to be discreet about these things.

“Hey, I’m going for a short walk to clear my head,” she called softly, leaning into the doorframe.

Chan looked up from the couch, brow furrowed slightly. “Are you sure, Yoonie? It’s getting pretty late…”

“I’ll be fine,” she reassured him, her tone light, but her words were laced with something else, something deeper she couldn’t quite name. She didn’t want to burden them with her need for space. “I’ll just smoke for a bit. Won’t be long.”

There was a brief pause before Felix, ever the thoughtful one, spoke up, his voice laced with concern. “If you’re sure, but just… be careful, okay? Call us if you need anything.”

Seoyoon gave them a small smile, a mixture of gratitude and guilt swirling within her. “I will. I promise.”

They all looked at her, a shared hesitance hanging in the air. It was clear they wanted to say more, but ultimately, they dropped it, trusting her to know her limits. She was, after all, an adult, but the protective instincts they had for her were so evident it almost made her feel more vulnerable.

She slipped out the front door into the cool night air, the crispness biting at her cheeks as she walked down the street. The sky above was dotted with distant stars, and the streetlamps cast a soft glow on the sidewalk, casting elongated shadows. She tucked the blunt between her lips, lighting it with a flick of her lighter. The first pull was always the best—rich and full, filling her lungs with warmth that spread quickly to the rest of her body.

She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the cool night air, feeling the tension in her chest start to dissipate. The world felt quieter now. It always did when she smoked—everything seemed a little softer, more manageable. It gave her space to think, to be by herself without the pressure of constant interaction.

Her mind wandered back to her OnlyFans. It had been a little while since she posted anything new. She’d been gaining traction, but she needed to keep it fresh, keep people wanting more. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, the screen lighting up with her notifications—more followers, more likes, more comments. It made her feel… wanted. Validated, in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Maybe she’d post something new tonight. Something more daring? She thought about the photos she’d taken earlier—the sultry ones, the ones that felt like a little part of her was being shared with the world. She pulled up the photos on her phone, staring at them for a moment before slipping into a trance-like state, the joint burning down between her fingers, the air around her getting a little hazier, warmer.

She was so caught up in the thoughts of captions, angles, lighting—so lost in it all—that she didn’t even realize how much time had passed until her phone rang.

The screen lit up with Chan’s name, his contact photo flashing before her eyes.

“Yoonie?” His voice was filled with gentle concern, even through the phone. “Are you okay? You’ve been out for a while.”

Seoyoon blinked, glancing around at her surroundings, realizing just how far she had walked. It was almost surreal—how time could slip by unnoticed. She quickly snuffed out the blunt, tossing it into a nearby trashcan, and straightened herself up. “Yeah… I’m fine. I just got lost in my head for a bit. I’ll head back now.”

“Good. We were getting worried,” he said, the warmth in his voice apparent even over the phone. “Take your time, but don’t stay out too long. We’re all waiting for you.”

Seoyoon smiled softly, feeling a little warmth spread through her chest at the thought of them waiting for her. “I won’t. Be home in a bit.”

She made her way back to the apartment, the familiar streetlights guiding her as the cool night air calmed her racing thoughts. When she arrived back, she felt a quiet sense of relief at the thought of seeing all of their familiar faces, knowing that, even in her quietest moments, she wasn’t truly alone.

When Seoyoon walked back into the apartment, she was greeted by a mix of laughter and playful banter. The boys were lounging in the living room, sprawled across the couches and the floor. As soon as she stepped inside, Hyunjin perked up, throwing an arm over the back of the couch dramatically.

“Ah, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence!” he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“You were gone forever, Yoonie,” Jisung chimed in, feigning a pout. “Did you get lost or something? Need a guide next time?”

Seoyoon rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes. “Oh, please. You act like I was gone for hours. What’d you even do without me?”

“Barely survived,” Felix said, clutching his chest like he’d been through some terrible ordeal. “I don’t know how we made it, honestly.”

The room erupted into laughter, and Seoyoon couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of their energy helping to shake off the remnants of her earlier mood. She plopped down on the floor next to Jeongin, who subtly shifted to make space for her.

“So, what were you doing out there all alone at night?” Changbin asked, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “Secret mission? Were you meeting someone?”

“Obviously not,” Seoyoon shot back, smirking. “I don’t have time for secret missions. Besides, if I were meeting someone, you’d all scare them off.”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying we’re intimidating?”

“More like overwhelming,” she said with a laugh, dodging the pillow he tossed her way.

The teasing and chatter went on for a while, lighthearted and fun, the kind of energy Seoyoon needed after such a heavy day. But after a few rounds of playful banter, she stretched her arms and stood up. “Alright, boys, I’m heading to my room. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Too late,” Jeongin mumbled under his breath, quiet enough that only Seoyoon caught it. She shot him a playful wink before retreating to the sanctuary of her room.

Once inside, she shut the door and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a soft sigh. The lively atmosphere outside had been wonderful, but there was something about the quiet of her room that felt like home.

She walked over to her desk, setting her phone down before slipping out of her hoodie. Tonight, she wanted to push the envelope a little more. Her posts had been gaining traction faster than she’d anticipated, and she could already see the potential this could have. If she played it right, she might be able to secure a steady stream of income without worrying about job hunting for a while.

Seoyoon adjusted the lighting in her room, opting for something softer, warmer, and more flattering. She set up her phone, angling it carefully on her makeshift tripod. Pulling her hair loose from its tie, she let it cascade over her shoulders and slipped into something more sultry—a lacy set she’d bought on a whim but had never had the confidence to wear until now.

As she posed in front of the camera, she checked each shot carefully, adjusting her angles and expression to find what worked best. The photos were coming out beautifully—teasing, suggestive, but still tasteful. But as she glanced at one of the shots, her smile faltered.

Her wrist was partially visible in the frame, and the faint scars there stood out more than she’d expected. She froze for a moment, the sight of them pulling her out of her confident headspace. The scars weren’t fresh, but they were still a reminder of a time she wasn’t proud of—a time she’d worked so hard to move past.

“Ugh,” she muttered, lowering the phone and staring at the image. The scars weren’t obvious, but they were there, and she worried about how they might be perceived. After a moment of hesitation, she told herself it wasn’t a big deal. “I’ll just have to find better angles… or edit them out,” she said softly, trying to reassure herself.

Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, Seoyoon adjusted her position and continued taking photos. She tried different poses, letting the camera capture the best of her, angles that highlighted her figure while keeping the scars hidden. When she was satisfied, she started editing the images, adding a soft filter and cropping them just right before posting them.

The response was almost immediate. Her followers were eating it up, showering her posts with likes and comments. It gave her a rush, a mix of validation and excitement. She even teased her first live stream, promising her followers a chance to hear her voice and chat with her directly. The comments exploded with excitement, and she smiled, feeling a little more in control of her situation.

The rest of the night was spent setting up her payment plans and flirting with potential customers. She carefully navigated the conversations, keeping her tone flirty and engaging while maintaining boundaries. It felt like a game, a performance she was starting to get the hang of.

By the time she finally crawled into bed, her phone was buzzing with notifications, her follower count steadily climbing. She smiled to herself, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction washing over her. Maybe this could work. Maybe this was the start of something good.

A few days had passed, and Seoyoon had grown closer to the boys. Their easygoing personalities and shared jokes made her feel like part of the family. Between late-night talks, shared meals, and spontaneous karaoke sessions, she found herself more comfortable around them than she’d been around anyone in a long time. The boys had even taken her to their music studio—a space that felt like the heart of their world. Watching them work had been both fascinating and endearing, seeing how much passion and effort they poured into their craft.

Now, they were all piled into the living room. Felix and Changbin were sprawled out on the floor with snacks scattered between them, while Seungmin, Jeongin, and Jisung occupied the couch. Chan and Minho sat cross-legged on the carpet, and Hyunjin was perched on the armrest, aimlessly scrolling on his phone. Seoyoon sat in the middle of it all, comfortably squeezed between Seungmin and Jeongin, feeling like one of the group.

“So, Jisung,” Seungmin began, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “What’s this I hear about you drooling over some girl on X?”

Jeongin immediately perked up, chiming in with a laugh. “Oh, yeah! The one he kept staring at, right? Scrolled through her profile for, like, twenty minutes. I’ve never seen you so focused.”

Jisung groaned, his face already turning a bright shade of red. “Yah, I wasn’t drooling! I was just… admiring the aesthetic, okay?”

“The aesthetic,” Seungmin repeated mockingly, raising an eyebrow. “Sure, Han. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Hyunjin leaned over, his eyes lighting up with interest. “Wait, wait, show us. Who’s this mysterious girl that’s got Jisung all flustered?”

“No one!” Jisung blurted, snatching his phone like his life depended on it. But the damage had already been done—Seungmin and Jeongin were laughing too hard to stop.

Seoyoon watched the scene unfold, chuckling at Jisung’s failed attempts to defend himself. “Come on, Sungie,” she teased lightly. “It’s fine to think someone’s pretty. Who is it?”

Jisung hesitated, clearly trying to change the subject, but Jeongin was quicker. “It’s this girl who posts on X. He found her profile the other day, and he hasn’t shut up about how ‘cool’ and ‘mysterious’ she looks.”

“Oh my god,” Jisung groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re the worst, Jeongin.”

“What’s her username?” Hyunjin asked, leaning forward eagerly. “I’m curious now.”

Seoyoon’s heart dropped into her stomach. She fought to keep her expression neutral as a wave of panic hit her. No way. No freaking way.

“I don’t remember,” Jisung muttered, trying to deflect. “I just stumbled across her page. It’s not a big deal.”

Jeongin, however, wasn’t letting him off the hook. “Oh, please. It’s the girl with the artsy photos and the teasing captions. You even followed her!”

Seoyoon’s pulse quickened. That’s me. They’re talking about me. She felt her palms grow clammy as she quickly pieced things together. Jisung must have come across her OF promo account on X, the one she’d been carefully curating. The one she thought no one she knew would ever find.

“You’re making it sound weird,” Jisung grumbled. “She just has a vibe, okay? I didn’t, like, stalk her or anything.”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t stalk her, but you followed her?”

“It was for the aesthetic!”

“Aesthetic,” Seungmin deadpanned, shaking his head with a smirk. “Right.”

Seoyoon cleared her throat, trying to keep her cool. “So… what does this girl post about?” she asked casually, though her voice wavered slightly.

Jisung perked up at the question, clearly relieved someone was taking him seriously. “Oh, uh, just artsy stuff. Photos, little captions—stuff like that. She’s just really… creative, I guess.”

Seoyoon nodded, pretending to be interested but feeling like her brain was short-circuiting. Creative? Artsy? That’s what you’re calling my posts?

“Well, whoever she is, she’s got Han whipped,” Jeongin teased, earning another groan from Jisung.

Seoyoon tried to laugh along with everyone else, but her mind was racing. She needed to figure out how to handle this—and fast. For now, though, she plastered on her best poker face and leaned into the teasing banter, hoping no one would catch on.

After the conversation finally shifted to another topic, Seoyoon excused herself under the guise of needing water. She stepped into the kitchen, gripping the counter as she took a deep breath. Of all the people on the internet, Jisung had to find my account? She couldn’t decide if it was hilarious, mortifying, or both.

For now, though, she decided to play it cool. As long as no one connected the dots, everything would be fine. Right? Right.

She just needed to be more careful.

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