#and asking minho if he's sure we should be down there every 30 seconds

[chans-room]

Who would be in your gang to investigate where a sound came from inside the house?

Alright the first person in my Mystery Gang line up would be Choi Minho (SHINee). He's level headed, he'd take the lead, and would a) he'd pretend like he didn't hear the sound just so no one else is scared and pretend like he's just humoring you by going to investigate b) he's making sure everyone is safe the whole time big caretaker vibes and c) he's ready to fight whatever and whoever is there. I mean have you seen his body??

Second is: Changbin. He's loud, he's beefy, but he's also cracking jokes and making sure that no one is too scared. He's right behind Minho, protecting the group, but turning around to whisper jokes to you OR he's telling the ghosts "make a sound if you want a kiss" and giggling about it. But if there is something lurking: you'll never hear it or anything else again rip your ear drums bc he's screaming and picking you up and runninggggg

Third is: Yeosang for the aggressive skepticism. He's keeping everyone cool and has all of the plausible deniability to keep the group in check. He's got answers for why the lights are flickering, what the sound was, and a reason that the knives randomly went flying. He will rationalize everything to keep you and the group calm and level headed. Even when you're running away after Minho punched a spectral entity in the face.

and finally: Hyunjin. He's throwing salt over his shoulder and banishing los espookies as y'all high tail it out of there because, and I quote, "I'm too pretty to get cursed and I'm making sure none of you get cursed either." The blood mage really does come in handy sometimes.

[daisy-milk]

GIMME DANGER _PROLOGUE.rewritten_

fighter/nomad!Bang Chan x fighter!reader (feat. Han, Minho) - Cyberpunk 2077 AU 

䷂ btw this is a rewrite of an old post... tryna get back into writing so im gonna try to power through all these stories bcuz im rlly hype about them ^_^ so im gonna go through all of them and i hope you all enjoy || banners/dividers from @cafekitsune

䷂ also as heads up there are a handful of terms used in the game for Cyberpunk 2077 so there is an index at the bottom of the story for some phrases and terms that are canon in the game :P

䷂ SKZ_stories.masterlist main_masterlist

䷂ warnings: heavy violence, blood, description of stitches, mentions of open wounds/bruises, cursing, Minho is a dick ;)

“800 eddies from bets alone tonight,” your friend chuckles, his eyes glowing a faint blue as he scrolls through the most recent fight’s revenue. you only groan in response, one hand pressing ice to your blackening eye and the other stitching up an open wound on your thigh.

“is that all?” you hissed as the needle sewed through your skin, “what are we getting from the venue?”

“a good 12 bands before fees…” he hummed, his eyes still focused on the numbers, “with a 60 to 40 split we-”

“70 and 30, Han,” you interrupt his thought, pulling the ice from your eye to make sure he can feel your glare.

“right…” he coughs, the blue light fading from his eyes to look at you, “with that agreement, we’ll be able to pay off this month’s fees with eddies to spare. why are you still looking at me like that?”

you pinch your temple as Han spoke, throwing the cold pack to the side as you stand up, slowly limping over to the large monitor showing a replay of your fight. “it isn’t enough. one of my damn implants got fried when that fucker socked me in the eye,” you snarl as you watch the scene unfold on the screen. blood and spit spatters against the camera as you see your own head snap to the side after a particularly brutal punch. “i need to get that replaced before i fight again. also i… uhm need to pay off someone.”

“…who do you have to pay off, y/n?” Han narrows his eyes at you.

“some valentino idiot. don’t ask.”

“jesus christ y/n. last month it was the tyger claws and now you have debts with the valentinos? we were almost done paying off the tygers too,” the brunette lectures as he begins to pace.

“hey, what are you talking shit for? you’re getting a share of my money. what are you doing to help pay off fees, huh?” your eyes narrow as you snatch a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“how do you think you are getting these fights?” he snarks back. it’s evident in his face that he will not let down this argument any time soon.

you roll your eyes, “you aren’t the one with a broken nose every other night.” jumping up onto one of the tables, you start to pour the alcohol on your now stitched up wound, flinching a little at the sting causing you to drop the bottle. now it was han’s turn to roll his eyes as he picked up the bottle and a towel, using it to wipe down the cut for you.

“maybe you should consider another line of work then,” he spoke casually as he patted away the dried blood on your leg, “you’re young. and smart. maybe if you saved up all this fighting money instead of getting new implants,” he narrows his eyes, pausing his work to glare at you, “...and getting on various gang’s nerves, you could, i dunno, go to school or something. i heard arasaka is-”

“what about you, hm?” you interrupt him for the second time this night, raising an eyebrow at him, “look han, this is all i have and i may not last long, but for now, while i’m still kicking, i’ll stick to the ring.”

han only sighs, now wrapping gauze and bandages over your thigh, “okay then, what about money? if this is your only gig, how are we gonna pay everything off? gonna start taking gigs?” he scoffs.

“pfft as if you could handle being a merc,” you tease, punching his shoulder playfully, “i’ll figure it out. maybe pick up more fights, who knows. everything will figure itself out.”

with that last reassurance and a pat to han’s back, you jump off the table. you attempt to give a quick thanks to your friend for bandaging you up when you’re interrupted by your apartment door being swung open.

wearing a shit-eating grin stood who might easily be your least favorite person in night city, lee minho. he wasn’t alone, however. standing next to him at about the same height was a man who looked as if minho had just plucked him from the street. you couldn’t get an immediate read on him, but one thing was quite apparent and it was how tired he seemed. all he had was a simple black t-shirt and cargo pants and to your shock, not a single cybernetic implant in sight. it’s been a while since you’ve seen a human without any cybernetics, you couldn’t help but stare. while scanning for any concealed implants, your gaze wandered, captivated by the snug fit of his shirt against his well-defined chest, you almost forgot minho was in your apartment. almost.

“wow, you look like shit, y/n. lemme guess, rough fight?” he snickered as he let himself in, “you’re losing it. i remember the y/n who’d win all her fights without so much as a scratch,” the man smirks, “what ever happened to you, y/n?”

“what do you want, minho?” han barked as you turned your gaze from the stranger over to minho.

“not in the mood for chit-chat today it seems,” he feigns a surprised expression, nudging the stranger, “alright then, i’ll cut to the chase. i want you to fight my friend, bang chan here.” lee know’s hands flourish out to showcase the man, resulting in unimpressed faces from both you and han, “go on, introduce yourself.” minho nudges him again.

“ahem… hi. you can- uhm, call me chan,” he says with an awkward thin-lipped smile. you stare at him for a moment you mind occupied with trying to deduce this stranger. perhaps you stared for too long, your gaze getting momentarily lost in his strangely handsome features. it would truly be a shame to have to do any damage to his sculpted features… that is if you were even considering minho’s deal anyways.

“no.” you answered bluntly, already preparing to force minho out of your space.

“oh come on y/n. can’t you do this one for me?” he bats his lashes, “my client really wants you to fight him.”

“and why would i do anything for you, minho?” you laugh incredulously, perhaps a little too loud as you start to walk away.

“well…” minho draws out his word in a sing-song type of way, “maybe not for me, but you’d do it for a hundred grand.” you freeze in your step as you hear the number. there was no way have heard that right, right? you cast a look in han’s direction and it seemed the two of you were on similar mindsets at that very moment. you turn around to look at minho in disbelief. he simply wore a smug grin as he continued, “as i said, this client really wants to see you go at it with chan.”

“why?” you ask, stepping forward.

“i don’t know,” the man shrugs, “all i got was the guy himself, and a number. so… what do you say now?”

“deal.”

“hold up,” han interjects immediately, pulling you aside by your shoulder. you wince slightly as he accidentally presses down on a bruise, “sorry, but what? you’re really going to take a deal from minho. lee minho. that jerk standing in your apartment?” han points a crude finger and minho returns with a little twiddle of his fingers. 

“do you know how many months one hundred thousand eddies will cover, han?” you urge.

“do you know that lee minho is an asshole who definitely does not have any good intentions with this deal?” he pressed, “this is too suspicious. and out of nowhere. we don’t take fights from randoms anyways. how do you know he’s not plotting something? maybe that chan guy is like a cyberpsycho in disguise or like an arasaka spy or something? i knew it… i said arasaka earlier and now they’re already onto our ass!” he rambles.

“hey hey hey, calm down. don’t worry,” you hold his shoulders, “i’ll do this fight. i’ll win. and we will get the money. we’ll pay off our debts and who knows, maybe i’ll even listen to you and i dunno… enroll in some classes like you said if we got leftover eddies. heard they got some of those trade programs one building over, hm?”

han looks down at you worriedly, “and what if you don’t win?”

“i will,” you chuckle, showing him one of the many hidden cybernetics you have in your arm, “by any means necessary. i’m undefeated, don’t you remember?” you wink before turning around to face minho and chan.

“how was your little pep-talk?” minho rolls his eyes.

“it was great. and we have a deal. one hundred thousand eddies, correct?”

“that is correct, my dear,” minho beams, a mischievous grin painted on his lips. you hold out your hand to shake, but minho shakes his head, pushing chan to stand in front of you instead, “shake with chan. he is the deal for you. i’m just the messenger. a soon-to-be well paid messenger.”

“alright, it is a deal, chan. pleasure to meet you,” you hold out your hand.

chan takes your much smaller hand, shaking it with an unsure expression across his features, 

“a pleasure for me as well, y/n.”

Cyberpunk 2077 index

Night City- The Free City of Night City (NC) is an autonomous city located on the border between North and South California, on the Pacific coast of North America

eddies- The European Currency Unit (symbol: § or €$; and abbreviated to ecu), more commonly referred to as Eurodollar[1] (ed) or Eurobuck[2] (eb), and colloquially known as ebuck and eddie,[1][3][4] is the main currency used by various countries in the Cyberpunk world

Arasaka- The Arasaka Corporation (Japanese: アラサカ社 or 荒坂社), is a world-wide megacorporation dealing in corporate security, banking, and manufacturing. It is one of the most influential megacorporations in the world

Valentinos- The Valentinos (Valentino’s) are one of the many gangs in Night City appearing in Cyberpunk 2020 and Cyberpunk 2077

Tyger Claws- The Tyger Claws (虎鉤衆) are a Japanese gang that can be found in Night City

feedback is always welcome! 

meow

[tpwkjerii]

strawberry kisses

you and felix have a longstanding tradition of baking the day after finals. usually, it’s the best method of relaxing after long hours of studying. unfortunately, you find yourself rather tense this time — after all, it’s always fun to spend an entire day in a cramped kitchen with your crush, isn’t it?

pairing: lee felix x reader

warnings: fluff and kissing, mild angst, reader likes strawberries (sorry if you’re allergic skdlsd), ex boyfriend (but supportive bestie) minho, reader has low self confidence :(, like two curse words, kisses!!

genre: friends to lovers au, kinda idiots to lovers, mutual pining

word count: 2.9k+

a/n: short fic for Felix hehe

Your eyes glazed over as you reviewed the last response of your final exam of the term. After two long hours of plugging equations you hardly understood into your nearly-dead calculator and speed-writing to the point where you’re sure you’ve bruised your dominant hand, you finally finished. At lightning speed, you gathered your exam papers and submitted them at the front with a quick prayer to the universe.

A few other students followed your rushed pace out of the large lecture hall, all of you eager to finally get out of the stuffy room.

As you stepped out of the packed hall and into the cooling outdoors, you checked your phone, which was filled with texts from the one person you were trying desperately to get out of your head (and miserably failing at that).

felix (strawberry head) <3

5:23 PM

did you finish your chem final ???

hyunjin and i just submitted our video for our dance performance

your editing was very good btw :D

5:35 PM

y/nnnnn you’re taking forever :(

we’re waiting at the quad for you !!

5:40 PM

*i am waiting at the quad for you

the others got too hungry and left, but i’m waiting for you!

pls hurry it’s cold :[

You bit back a laugh at his texts, his heartwarming tone filling you with a familiar fuzzy feeling. You pushed the feeling aside as you texted a reply.

y/n

5:43 PM

be there in 2 :D

You stifled a smile as you rushed towards the quad. Soon enough, you saw Felix and his bright, red-dyed hair (you first noted that it closely resembled a strawberry). The moment your eyes met his, you felt your heart skip a beat and heat spread across your face. This was the common reaction you’ve had for the past few months whenever you see Felix.

He rushed over to you with a giddy smile and his arms outstretched. Quickly, he barrelled into you and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“You took so long,” he whined, his chest vibrating as he spoke.

“I know, I know. ‘M sorry,” you responded, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt. You took a second to enjoy his hold and the comforting warmth that Felix always provided you whenever he was near. Over the past few years, you’ve grown accustomed to the scent of his sweet floral perfume, the feeling of his tight hugs, and the way he played with your fingers when he was bored.

All the things you were fond of were now extreme nuisances in your life. Not because they were annoying or because you disliked Felix, but rather the complete opposite; you were completely, helplessly, and foolishly in love with him.

“You ready to go?” Felix asked suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts. He brought his arms down from around you, and you looked down at the ground as you nodded, hoping that he didn’t see the intense blush that was spreading from your face to your neck.

You are so fucked for tomorrow.

After an entire night of tossing and turning in anxiety, the next day finally arrived. To say you were nervous was a massive understatement.

The minute you woke up, you began to anxiously clean your apartment while your roommate Ryujin laughed at you. As you wiped down every visible crevice, she made sure to pester you about a “missed spot” or tempt you with sweets.

“You’ve never cleaned this much whenever Felix came over before,” she pointed out with a laugh while you wiped down the kitchen counters for the fourth time.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice uncharacteristically high-pitched.

Ryujin scoffed. “It is so obvious that you like Felix, there’s no point in lying to me,” she stated bluntly.

Your hand froze mid-wipe on the counter. You looked over at your blue-haired roommate nervously. “Is it really… that obvious?”

“Yes,” she deadpanned.

You winced and dropped your head onto the smooth stone countertop. “Do you think he’s noticed?” you moaned into your arms.

“If he hasn’t, I will personally pay for his glasses prescription.”

You whined again as you lifted your head up to look directly at Ryujin. “If he’s noticed then why hasn’t he said anything?”

She stood up as she answered, “Not sure but you could always ask him today.”

Your mouth dropped in horror at the suggestion. “I can’t tell him how I feel! That would completely ruin our friendship!”

“So you’d rather continue tip-toeing around him and never get a clear answer?” she questioned, her arms crossed.

“Yes.”

Ryujin sighed and started to collect her things. “You can do whatever you want,” she started as she placed her papers in her backpack, “but I recommend you tell him soon.” She stood up and headed for the door. Just before opening it and leaving you alone with your thoughts until Felix arrived, she turned around and said, “I won’t be home until late, have fun.” With that, she winked and walked out of your shared apartment.

You scoffed at her suggestive tone and stood upright to check the time.

10:08 AM

You gasped. Felix said he was going to arrive at 10:30, but knowing him he would be at least 15 minutes early, meaning you only had 7 minutes to get yourself together!

You cursed and rushed to your bedroom. Switching out of your wrinkled pajamas, you opted for a random hoodie you grabbed out of your closet and jeans. After you changed, you made a beeline for the bathroom and fixed your appearance. You quickly brushed through your hair and washed your face, hoping you removed all remnants of your restless sleep.

Just as you predicted, you heard four distinctive knocks on your front door right at 10:15.

“Coming!” you exclaimed as you rushed out of your bathroom.

Right before you opened the front door, you placed a hand on your beating heart and mumbled words of encouragement to yourself. Then, after deciding that you were probably taking too long, you pulled the door open.

Immediately, Felix, covered in a large hoodie and arms filled with large bags of baking ingredients, greeted you with a large grin. Like every other time, you felt your heart skip a beat when you made eye contact with him.

“Hi,” you said simply, a smile on your face.

“Hi,” he responded. He looked you up and down, asking, “Are you wearing my hoodie?” 

You paled and looked down at the large pink hoodie, immediately recognizing it as the one that Felix lent you almost one year ago when he dropped you off at the airport since you forgot yours in the car. Once you got back from your trip, you’d forgotten to give it back to him.

“O-oh,” you stuttered, looking down at the oversized sleeves. “I didn’t even realize,” you continued awkwardly. “You can ha -”

“It’s fine,” he cut you off, the smile never leaving his face. He shrugged. “You look better in it anyways.”

Your mouth dropped and you found yourself unable to respond for a few moments. Felix laughed at your dumbfoundedness and gently pushed you aside to walk into the apartment. Once he set the bags down on the kitchen counters, you returned to your senses and closed the door to walk over to him.

“So, what are we making today?” you asked, trying to keep your voice as level as possible. It wasn’t an easy task to do, considering his proximity to you.

You held your breath as he grabbed your hands and looked into your eyes. “What’s your favorite fruit?” he asked excitedly.

“Er, strawberries?” you answered, tilting your head to the side in mild confusion.

At that, Felix let go of your hands and quickly pulled out a carton of fresh strawberries from one of the bags. You gasped in delight at the sight of the bright fruit and immediately thanked him.

“It’s no big deal,” he responded while sliding the fruits into the fridge. “I’m gonna eat most of the tarts and choco strawberries anyways,” he added with a sneaky laugh.

You scoffed. “You always say that but you always end up giving me the most.” You smirked at him while taking out the baking materials.

“I don’t give it to you,” he countered. “You steal them.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you told him with a sing-song tone. He laughed from your side, and you swore that you heard actual sparkles, as if he were a fairy, when he did.

You cleared your throat, hoping to rid your mind of distracting thoughts that could be potential problems during the next seven hours that Felix would be at your apartment. “So, master chef Felix,” you started, lowering your voice like a TV show announcer. “What are you going to do first?”

“Well, my fair announcer,” he began, holding up the silicon whisk like a microphone. “I think we should start with preparing the shortbread dough, what about you?”

“Ah, you are the chef. Lead the way,” you responded with a wide smile.

You both laughed together and actually began the baking. Like usual, Felix did most of the work while you played music and assisted from the side. You worked together seamlessly, and soon enough the shortbread cookies were done and strawberry jam cooling to the side.

While you taste-tested the jam, Felix began to whisk the melted chocolate, and you took this time to admire him. You stood at his side, allowing you to admire his side profile.

Felix was easily one of the most beautiful individuals you ever laid your eyes on. But his appearance wasn’t the only part you fell for — he was one of the few people whose inside beauty matched their outside beauty.

Felix was kind, funny, optimistic, and just about every positive adjective you could find in a dictionary. After every failed test, he was there with a cup of strawberry ice cream and a shoulder to cry on. When you landed your first job, he was there to celebrate with you even when your own family wasn’t. And when you and Minho mutually broke up, he was there to give you advice as you coped with the end of your first relationship.

How could you not fall for him?

And sometimes you had the feeling that he liked you back. The touches that would linger for just a few seconds too long, the soft smiles that Chan claimed he only ever gave to you, and his late-night texts all spurned a tiny hopeful fire in you that kept your crush alive.

No matter how many times you tried to get over him and convince yourself that your crush didn’t exist, the tiny voice in your head still spoke. “But what if he likes you back?”

Now, as Felix stood by your side with a soft smile on his face while he whisked the chocolate, that voice screamed louder than ever.

And just as you gained a sliver of courage, the same paralyzing thoughts that have held you back for the past few months returned.

Felix was out of your league in every way. He was social and easily commanded the attention of an entire room with so much as two words. His outward beauty matched his insides, and everyone on campus reached a collective agreement that if angels ever existed and walked among us — Lee Felix was certainly one of them.

And those things were only the tip of the iceberg that is Felix. He was talented, sensitive, supportive, passionate, and everything you could ever ask for and then some.

You then thought back to all the people he rejected - kindly, of course - and how you matched up to them. If Felix didn’t choose to go out with all those beautiful and talented people, what on Earth made you think you would choose you?

At this point, Felix picked up on your sudden silence and how your breaths grew heavy and uneven.

“Are you… alright?” he asked carefully, his own chest beating heavily.

You stared at him, panicked that he caught onto your apprehension. “Um…” you started, trailing off as you met his gaze.

Felix let go of the whisk and grabbed your hands. “You can say whatever you need to.”

“I uh,” you started after a few moments, internally battling yourself to gain courage as you realized that it’s now or never. “I kinda like you,” you admitted quietly, looking down at your intertwined hands anxiously. You waited for him to pull his hand away in disgust and start to kindly reject you like he did to all those other people, but it never came. After a few seconds, his hands still the entire time, you looked up at him with glassy eyes in confusion.

“What?” he finally said, his deep voice softer than ever.

You looked back down at your hands shamefully. “Do I really have to repeat it?” you asked weakly. “I like you, Felix. I have for the past few months and it’s been driving me insane because it feels like my heart’s about to stop dead whenever I see you and I can never think straight when you’re with me. Apparently, it’s been pretty obvious and I really tried my best to get over it so it wouldn’t hurt our friendship.

“Trust me, I really wanted to get over it but I couldn’t, and I know you don’t like me back so it’s ok. I can deal with it on my own and you can just leave a -”

“Y/N,” Felix said suddenly, his voice firm. You looked up, tears rolling down your face as you were sure that he was about to reject you.

“Felix please don’t interrupt me. At least let me finish what I have to say,” you pleaded softly, removing your hands from his.

“Y/N,” he repeated, his voice much gentler. He carefully wiped the tears from your face and took your hands into his again. “Can I say something before you finish?” he requested.

You choked back a sob as you nodded, certain that he was just going to let you down kindly.

“I like you too, Y/N,” he said shyly, a blush spreading across his freckled face.

Your entire body froze.

“I was too scared to admit it because I didn’t think you liked me back,” he continued, the words slowly registering in your mind. “To be honest, I thought you still liked Minho.”

You blushed at his words, thinking back to all the times you would pull Minho, your ex-boyfriend, to the side to talk about Felix these past few months. You didn’t realize how it must have looked to Felix or your other friends.

“I was also… afraid of ruining our friendship, so I’ve just kept it to myself the past two years.”

You gaped at him. “Two years?” you sputtered, causing him to laugh at the way your eyes widened comically. “That’s when we first started uni!”

He shrugged. “What can I say? I was instantly attracted to the way you fought Chan on why you should be allowed to keep the minifridge in your dorm,” he joked.

You blushed at the embarrassing memory, although it wasn’t completely regrettable as it was how you met most of your current friends — including Felix.

“I’m surprised,” you voiced simply. “I didn’t think you would ever like me back.” You breathed out, your muscles relaxing instantly.

Felix grinned again and he moved slowly to envelop you in his arms. He rested his hands on the small of your back and his head on the crook of your shoulder.

“Does this mean that I can take you out on a date?” he whispered.

“Will you promise to stop taking unflattering pictures of me and sending them to me in the middle of the night?” you asked, your head resting against his and arms around him.

He sighed. “Fine,” he answered reluctantly with a whine.

“Then sure,” you responded and pulled your head back to meet his eyes. His eyes shined from the sunlight pouring through the windows and his freckles glimmered like stars across a canvas. Felix was truly beautiful inside and out.

“You have some strawberry jam on your lip,” he said after a few silent moments where you both admired each other.

“Really?” you asked. Your hand moved from his back towards your face, but Felix caught your hand in midair and returned it to its original position.

“I’ll get it,” he murmured with a gentle smile before closing the distance between your lips.

You held your breath as he pressed his soft lips against yours. You instantly recognized the strawberry chapstick he uses and the taste of the shortbread cookies. He swiped his tongue against the corner of your lip, and the sudden sensation caused a shiver to run down your spine.

You brought your hand up to his hair and gently tugged at his dyed locks. Felix brought you closer to him and massaged your back as he deepened the kiss.

When you finally pulled away, your face was burning red and you were completely breathless. Felix was smiling giddily, his arms still around yours.

“I think there’s still some jam left,” he told you, not even giving you a second to respond before he pressed his lips against yours once again. This kiss was much more playful than the last as you giggled against each other in the kiss.

“Did you get it all?” you asked him, your voice reduced to a murmur as he continued kissing your lips.

He hummed, kissing you once and twice in between, before responding, “I don’t think so.”

You laughed against his lips. “Well, I guess you better get it all. I can’t have strawberries stuck on my lips all day.”

He laughed with you, and true to his words, he eventually did get all the strawberry jam off (an extra two hours and an uncountable amount of kisses later).

[itscalledreadingdarling]

No One Survives A Night In The Maze - Newt Imagine

The lines seperate points of view, though it doesn’t mention who (you should be able to figure that part out yourself :)

*Differs from both books and movies

~

No one survives a night in the maze.

It was the first thing I was told when I entered the glade.

It’s the only thing I can hear apart from my feet coming down on the concrete floor and my heavy breathing.

I stayed out to late.

I wasn’t paying attention.

For this I will die.

There is a sharp corner that I manage to turn smoothly and take off, knowing where I am now.

I am close to the doors.

I must get there before they close.

I have to succeed or I will die.

A large boom echos through the maze and a large gust of wind flows past me.

The doors are closing.

I have run out of time.

I will die.

It is over the screeching of the doors that I hear yelling.

And when I turn the last corner I see its source.

The other gladers have spotted me.

They know I will die if I don’t make it to them.

I must make it to them.

I full out sprint, pooling every last bit of energy I have into this last distance.

As I get closer I can see their faces more clearly.

Chuck, screaming at me so much the his face has gone red.

Gally, who is telling me to push harder, run faster.

Minho who is yelling at me to move my ass, I’m not dying on his watch.

Thomas, the greenie, looking concerned, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he wants to run into the maze, to help me. It’s the same move I tried to make when I was a greenie. When someone else was in my situation.

They didn’t make it.

I need too.

It’s Newt’s face that I focus on though. He isn’t screaming at me. He looks calm. It is because of this that I instantly know he isn’t.

He wants to run to me.

He has his limp.

We would both die.

He would tell me that it would be for the best, going together rather than separately.

He is scared.

He can’t show it.

As second in command he must be put together, just as Alby is next to him.

He is going to cry.

I can tell by the way his jaw is clenched, the way his shifts is weight from foot to foot - not favoring his good one like normal. I can tell by the way his stare at me is unwavering. The way he runs his fingers over his lips, like he always does when stressed.

In these last moments I find myself wondering why I know this.

I’ve never seen Newt cry.

It’s the fact that I know he will, that scares me.

Perhaps even more than being stuck in here overnight.

I push harder, until I cant feel my legs.

It’s not enough.

I see the doors shut.

I feel their boom.

It goes silent.

I am dead.

———

The girl does not see it but all the gladers have gone quiet.

Chuck doesn’t believe it. He doesn’t want to. He stares as the rest walk away.

Gally never cared much. But he did for her. She understood him. She was his friend. She is dead now.

Minho knows there is no survival in the maze, just as everyone else does. As much as he believes in the girl, as many races as she has beaten him in, he knows she will not be fast enough. No one ever is.

Thomas has heard what the gladers have told him, over and over. No one survives a night in the maze. But he holds hope. She will survive. She has too.

But mainly, they worry for Newt. There is no worry to spare for the girl, she is as good as dead. But Newt. Newt is alive. And she will not be.

They know that will break him.

Newts chest heaves.

Everyone knows how much the girl means to him.

No matter how much he has told them that they are just ‘best friends’ they all know he cares for her more than that.

They look to the second in command.

They pity him. The girl will never know how Newt felt about her. They don’t know how it feels, but they still sympathize.

It is only Minho who knows how Newt got his limp.

They never told anyone, and Newt said not to worry, that he wouldn’t try again, but still Minho watches over him.

His friend was empty.

He wasn’t like that anymore, not since she arrived.

For the first time it wasn’t just about making it through every day for him.

It was about living.

Something he hadn’t done in forever.

It looks as though Newt has died rather than her.

Minho knows that this is likely possible.

Newt has lost his life.

Minho knows Newt will make sure he won’t fail the next time he try’s.

Minho will do his best. He don’t know if it will be enough.

Newt turns away.

And when he walks away, the others follow.

If Newt has given up, there is no hope for the girl.

None at all.

———

I have failed.

I will be dead by morning.

I belong to the maze now.

But because I am human, I have a natural instinct to survive.

To try my best even though there is no hope.

This instinct tells me to run.

So I run.

It is not long before my breath gets heavy once more.

I was running all day. Now I will be running all night.

If I pass out from exhaustion, maybe death will come more painlessly.

It isn’t long before I hear the first griever.

The metallic whirrs send chills down my spine. I know that if I make it out alive, this moment will haunt me.

I pause to evaluate. I don’t see the grevier but I hear it coming closer.

Its too late when I realize it’s above me.

Jumping down, it pins me and I have nowhere to move.

I scream.

It’s painful. It holds fear and terror and in some way, it’s my final words.

My journey ends here.

———

No one returns to work in the glade.

No one wants to carve her name off of the wall.

No one is brave enough.

But they must.

Alby doesn’t make them go back to work.

He liked the girl. She was kind, hardworking, and made people laugh.

He morns for her.

It is Gally who scratches her name off the wall.

Gally is halfway through when Thomas speaks up.

“What if she survives?”

It’s as if the universe has some terrible, divine timing, for at that moment the girl’s scream pierces through the air.

It is a scream of death.

Gally continues scratching.

———

My throat hurts because I screamed.

By stomach hurts because I was clawed by a griever.

My lungs hurt because I have been running for too long.

My legs ache.

My head pounds.

And yet my heart beats. And for that I am grateful.

I don’t know how I am alive.

It all happened to quickly.

But I got out from under the griever.

I run still, because that same griever is still chasing me.

I run because I forgot one crucial element.

At night, the maze changes.

I feel I am doomed.

Instead, I use it.

Walls move, and sections change and I maneuver - loosing griever after griever.

Killing, griever after griever.

5 of them are dead when the sun peaks through.

I should be overrun with joy.

I have made it through the night.

Instead I collapse on the ground next to my newest kill.

I have ran too long.

I have lost to much blood.

I am alive.

But I feel I won’t be for long.

———

No one can find Newt when the sun peaks through.

No one would normally wake up this early.

No has had to.

No one has slept.

Death was no stranger to the glade.

There were dark days, in the beginning. There were banishments. And there were those who had gotten trapped overnight in the maze.

Yet somehow, this one hit harder.

It was strange, having a girl come up in the box.

Different.

Confusing.

But she had quickly proved herself, fitting right in with the glade, becoming one of the strongest.

If they were not friends with her they held high respect for her, as they did with Alby, and as they did with Newt.

She brought laughter to the glade.

All traces of said laughter was gone.

And no one could find Newt.

———

I had laid one whole hour.

I had expected death to come, take me into it’s cold hands. My destiny was sealed the moment the doors closed, locking me in the maze.

No one survives a night in the maze.

Yet I seem to have stayed alive through it all.

And all I feel is the cold concrete on my skin, the sting of my injury, and the ache in both my lungs and my legs.

I am tired, yes, but I am not dead.

I have done it.

I imagine what it will be like when I walk through the maze doors when they open.

They will all be there, lined up and they will all cheer for me. We will all hug and I will get asked millions of questions. The night will be worth surviving.

I look at my watch again.

The doors will open soon.

I want to be there when they do.

I pick myself up, wincing as I do, but standing none the less, and break out into a run.

This time I do not run for fear of life, but rather for the sake and hope of returning.

The feeling brings a new kind of energy into my body, and I pick up my pace.

I have survived a night in the maze.

I have done the impossible.

———

The doors open.

No one looks at them.

No one wants to work.

Alby makes them.

“We cannot survive if we don’t do our jobs.” He says.

There are no more runners left. Only Thomas and Minho remain. The rest have quit.

The two know they should go out.

They don’t.

Alby looks mad about it.

Neither care.

Alby understands.

Chuck runs up to the maze entrance and waits.

No one has the heart to tell him that she will not be coming through that door.

30 minutes later Thomas joins Chuck.

They sit side by side.

They know it’s hopeless.

They still wait.

No one can find Newt.

———

I have not memorized the way I ran.

It takes me longer to get back then I had thought.

It has been 47 minutes since the doors opened for the morning when I turn a familiar sharp corner.

It’s been 48 when I see these doors, open wide.

I pause.

There are only two figures sitting by the maze door.

I already know who they are.

“CHUCK!” I call out. “THOMAS!”

I can hear the pure relief in my voice, and I can see them look up and I will forever remember the way their faces light up.

Thomas gets to me first, running straight at me, and picking me up, spinning me around. Chuck arrives right after Thomas sets me down, giving me a big hug of his own.

It is then I realize I am crying. For my survival, for my pain, and for my joy.

“GUYS SHE DID IT. SHES ALIVE!”

Chuck runs around the glade screaming at everyone that I have made it.

And just as I suspected there are hugs and so many questions.

But there is no Newt.

I tell them there are 5 dead grievers, that I used the changing walls to kill them. I tell them about my injury, Cliff and Jeff immediately patching me up. I answer each and every question. I never ask any of my own.

I only have one anyway.

And when I do ask, I get silence and the sharing of looks between gladers.

“We can’t find him.”

———

I am mad at myself.

For failing.

I was stupid enough to get caught up in the ivy.

If I had succeeded I wouldn’t have my limp.

If I had succeeded I wouldn’t have met her.

If I had succeeded I wouldn’t feel so useless, standing by and watching the door close.

If I had succeeded I wouldn’t have had to hear her scream.

If I had succeeded I wouldn’t have to live with her death.

I feel dead.

I want to die.

And that’s the truth.

No one will find me.

And when they do,

They won’t find me alive.

———

I find him right away.

It was a spot I had found when I had just come up in the box.

There were too many eyes, too many boys, too much confusion.

I needed quiet to think.

So I found a small clearing, hidden by an unusually placed willow tree.

It had seemed obvious enough to me, but I liked how it was tucked away, hidden from the world.

Newt was the only one who was able to find me.

And when we became friends, it became our spot.

He came here when he felt empty.

It was here he told me his story.

It was here I told him I would always be around to help.

It was here he morned for me.

It was here he found out I wasn’t dead.

———

I heard the footsteps.

I didn’t bother wiping away my tears.

I was angered that someone found this place.

I knew they were looking for me.

I knew I should’ve been angry because I couldn’t carry out with my plan.

I was instead angry that someone had found this place. It was only supposed to be hers and mine. Us only.

I turned to scream, something I rarely did, but it was too much, there was just too much.

And there she was.

Bloody bandage around her abdomen, dark circles under her eyes, and her legs shaky.

But it was her.

This I knew.

We didn’t say anything. We didn’t have too.

Rather, she just walked forwards and kneeled down next to me, wrapping her delicate arms around me, burying her face in my neck.

She was alive.

She had done it.

I was proud, no one had ever done such a thing, but oh god all I could focus on was the fact that she was here, with me, in my arms.

In turn, I wrapped mine around her frame and pulled her closer, holding her tight, without hurting her.

“Hi love.” I whispered, my voice cracking. It was how I woke her up, an accidental slip one morning that became a word of comfort and playfulness between us. I never thought I would get to say those words again, to have to the chance to wake her up again, to hold her to my chest like I do now.

It began quietly, her tears, but they soon escalated, and all I could do was hold her and never let her go.

Her broken sobs finally broke me down, wearing down the wall that was already crumbling, and we sat there crying, holding each other.

I didn’t know how she had done it.

I didn’t know how she had gotten hurt.

I didn’t know what had happened to her.

And yet, for this moment, holding her in my arms was enough.

No one survives a night in the maze.

Except for her.

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Good At His Job

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.6 K

Warnings: it’s smut, what do you expect?

“Another flop of an appointment?” Sana’s melodic voice radiated from the corner desk of your shared room as you slammed the door behind you.

“What gave it away?” You groaned, dragging your feet to your bed. She swiveled around to stare at you, and she leaned back into her chair, crossing her legs as if she was an expert in your body language.

“The scuffed steps, the fact your hair is still kept, your clothes aren’t a mess, and well, you’re just giving off this ‘dude gave me terrible dick’ aura.” With a sigh, you flopped onto your bed.

“I swear, I just don’t think I’m meant to have this mind-blowing sex that everyone gets to have. Every guy I sleep with is just… lacking everywhere… whether it be the size or motion of the ocean—they are just terrible…” Sana couldn’t help but giggle at your frustration seeing as she was in your position once before.

“Have I ever told you about the Stimulation Study Group?” Her question had you pulling your head from your blankets to look at her; her eyes were sharp, and her expression seemed timid but also curious.

“Stimulation Study Group?”

“Yeah! There’s this group of eight guys who will either take you on dates and or offer you a special service…” Sana watched your brow arch up like you were wondering what she meant, “The special service being sexual training.”

“Hold on—” You sat up quickly, leaning in close to her, “So you’re telling me these guys will straight up just sleep with you?” Sana nodded her head a little.

“Well, kind of, they teach you how to get pleasure out of every sexual encounter you have.” Setting down her pencil, she replaced it with her phone, and she pulled up the campus study group app and found the group labeled ‘SSG,’ and then flipped the screen towards you, “Chan, Minho, Changbin, and Hyunjin are the ones who actively offer sex.” She flipped through the photos of the guys, naming one after the other, “Han, Felix, and Seungmin are just now opening up for more than dates, and well Minho is still new to the group, so he’s still doing dates.”

“And you’ve been with one of these guys?” You asked, taking her phone from her hand and flipping through the pictures once more.

“I got the honor of getting to “study” with Felix not too long ago, and well, even for a novice, he’s still amazing.” You flicked your eyes up to hers, their darkness showing disbelief, “Hey, all the girls in this house have used them.”

“Even Chaeyoung?” You furrowed your brow, surprised at the sudden news, and Sana nodded her head, “Chaeyoung, Momo, Mina, Jeongyeon, and Nayeon have all used them.”

“You lie.” An audible gasp escaped your lips.

“No lie here. We were all tired of bad sex, so we searched for help.” You let the idea roll around in the back of your mind as you put your attention back to the pictures when one stood out to you.

“I know him.” Flipping the screen towards her, she took in the picture of the guy.

“Changbin?”

“Yeah, he’s in my Intro to Music Study. He’s the most attractive one in the class.”

“Perfect! It’ll be easier for you guys to click!” She grabbed her phone from her hand, and her fingers started to get to work on a message.

“Hold on—”

“Nope! I’m going to get you some good dick, Y/N! Don’t fret!” You slumped back down into your bed, knowing that once she had her heart set on something, then it was almost impossible to get her to change her mind.

[19:00] Changbin: Hey Y/N, Sana gave me your number for me to message you.

[19:02] You: Ah, okay, cool

[19:14] Changbin: Would tonight work for you to come over and study? Sana let me in on your little situation, and I have the house to myself tonight since the guys have other dates they’re on.

You stared at the message on your phone, speechless. It had only been two days since she reached out to him, and he didn’t approach you in class, so why was he eager to help you out now?

“Is it a text from him?” You looked up from your phone to see Sana’s head poking out from the top bunk of her bed.

“Yeah… he wants to meet up tonight…”

“Finally! Took him long enough!” She squealed and practically jumped from her bed to run to her closest, “What kind of look are we going for? Sexy? Slutty? Oh! What about ‘cutie that wants to get plowed’?” She kept tugging at random articles of clothing, but you had yet to decide if you wanted to go through with it.

“Do I really want to go and sleep with some guy who may get me addicted to his dick?” Your question seemed like an idiotic one because she scoffed.

“Yes! It’s so worth it! Tell him you’ll be there around nine!” Sana pulled out multiple clothing options as well as lingerie for your little romp that apparently was going to happen.

[19:30] You: I’ll be there around nine. Send me the address.

As nine approached, you were already standing at the address he had given to you in the outfit that Sana dolled you all up in—a tan sweater, a black jean skirt, paired with some black fishnet tights, and some black heeled boots. Sure it was just going to end up on the floor in a few minutes, but “appeal is everything” or so Sana says.

“This is so stupid… why am I even here…?” You grumbled, and as you started to turn away from the door, it began to open.

“Oh, Y/N, did you just get here?” Changbin’s voice from behind sent shivers through your spine. Turning back to face him, dark eyes looking you up and down made your heart skip a beat as well as conjure an ache between your legs.

“As a matter of fact, I did.” You could feel your cheeks heating up under his hungry gaze; you’d seen him every day for the past four months, so why was his stare making you feel things you’ve never felt before?

“Come on in.” He moved out of the way to let you walk in when your eyes found a younger boy asleep on the living room couch.

“I thought you said you had the house all to yourself tonight…” You hummed as you pulled your boots off.

“Minho ended up finishing up his date early, so he came home and passed out.” Changbin gently put his hand at the small of your back and led you to the dining room and pulled a chair out for you, “Would you like anything to drink?” You glanced down at the chair and then back up at him, confusion clear on your face, “I bet you’re nervous, some conversation I’ll help calm your nerves.” He wasn’t wrong. You were beyond nervous. Getting to sleep with the finest guy in your department was kind of a dream of yours, but there was no way you would ever let anyone know.

“Can I have some water, please?” You licked your lips a bit, and Changbin’s eyes fell to them.

“Of course…” He slipped into the kitchen, and you sat down in the seat he pulled out for you, breathing a sigh of relief that you got a second away from him. A few moments passed before he returned with your glass of water, “Here you are.”

“Thank you.” Taking the glass from him, your fingers grazed over his. His fingers surprised you, not because of their warmth, but you barely touched him, and your body was already aching to feel more of him. Lifting your glass to your lips, you began to take a drink of it while watching him.

“So…” Changbin breathed as he took the seat across from you, “Why did you decide on using the SSG? Or should I ask why did you choose me?” You choked on your water at his blunt question.

“Why?” You wheezed through a cough while trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah, why? There’s eight of us, why me? There has to be a reason.” You didn’t technically pick him, Sana did.

“Well… Sana actually picked you, I just told her you were the most attractive guy in my class…” You turned to face him a bit to catch the once hungry stare turn darker, almost ravenous.

“You think I’m the most attractive?” He husked, starting to stand from his seat.

“I-I do…” You stuttered, watching him approach you.

“Well, let me make sure that this is worth your while.” Changbin’s fingers gripped your chin, tilting it up to him, and pressing his lips to yours. With your body already aching, his kiss was like ecstasy, igniting every single nerve in your body. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, you let out a quiet moan as his tongue caressed yours. You’ve been with plenty of men, but none of them were as skilled with their tongues as Changbin was.

“Changbin…” You whined as he pulled away and disappeared behind you. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled up your sweater along with your bra, exposing your breasts, “Just as I thought. You do have a very sexy body…” Hot hands massaged your skin, his fingers lingered over your nipples—pinching and rolling them between his rough fingers, “Tell me what you want…” He whispered into your ear. His words had the ache between your thighs turning painful the longer he teased you.

“Touch me, please…” Your wanton whips had his hands dipping in between your thighs and spreading them to grip at your fishnets tights.

“Sorry about these…” He growled while ripping the little fabric there was to rub over your already soaked lace, “I’ve barely even touched you’re this wet?” Moving your panties to the side, he slid two fingers into your dripping pussy, them immediately finding your sweet spot.

“Oh god—” You gasped, the feeling of his fingers caressing the place only you could find was making you drip like a faucet. With every plunge of his fingers into you, the more you became undone.

“Your insides are gripping my fingers so hard, Y/N… you must be really turned on.” Pulling his fingers from your hole, strings of your juices clung to him, “How about I make you feel better?” He hummed, coming around to pick you up and sit you down on the table.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t take this to your—” Your words were silenced as he dropped down to his knees and dipped his tongue into your sopping folds; he wasted no time delving into you, making sure to lap up your leaking juices. You couldn’t help let out raspy moans as your hips bucked against his mouth, begging for more friction.

“You have such an erotic pussy…” He hummed, his deep voice sent vibrations through your body, bringing you closer to your high, “Does it turn you on knowing that Minho could wake up any minute and see your slutty hips riding my tongue?” Hearing his muffled words made you look towards the couch to see Minho’s sleeping body.

“W-wait—” Changbin yanked you closer and slipped his fingers inside you once more, this time they roughly attacked your sweet spot while his lips and tongue sucked on your throbbing clit, “Wait—I’m cumming!” You squealed, unable to hold your voice back any longer. Your body trembled as your high took over you; legs wrapped over his shoulders tightly, fingers gripping fistfuls of his sandy blond hair, your arousal dripping from his face. This was the first time a man ever gave you an orgasm, and the only thing running through your mind at that moment was: you could get addicted to the feeling. Coming down from your high, your eyes found Minho again, and it finally hit you that you practically screamed when you watched him flip over on the couch. Instinctively, you pushed Changbin’s face away from you and attempted to cover yourself when he started laughing.

“Don’t worry. That kid sleeps like the dead when he drinks.” Changbin got up to his feet, and his hands quickly unbuttoned his black jeans, “I don’t know about you, but I’m at my limit…” Tugging his pants down, his cock sprung free of its holdings, “I’ve been dying to be inside you since I saw you…” He whispered, lining himself up with your entrance, “Now you’re mine for the taking.” You expected him to at least let you adjust to his size, but Changbin wasn’t about it; he pinned your legs back and thrusted deep inside you, stretching you out.

“You’re so big…” You whimpered, the knot in your stomach started to tighten as he repeatedly ravaged your insides, “It feels so good!”

“My dick is perfect for your greedy pussy, Y/N… With any little movement, I can have you a mewling mess. Like right here—” Changbin made hard pointed strokes to your sweet spot and watched as you covered your mouth and tossed your head back in pleasure, “I can feel your about to cum from the way you’re gripping my cock.” He was right, your body felt like it was on fire like if he kept going, you would be set aflame, but it felt too fantastic to have him stop.

“Changbin—”

“I know, cum for me.” He rasped, thrusting into your g-spot harder while rapidly rubbing your clit. Your back arched off the table as your second orgasm hit you, this one harder than the last; your juices coated the table under you as well as soaking Changbin’s pants. Your high left your body shaking in pure ecstasy, but he wasn’t entirely done with you, “Bend over the table for me.” Without hesitation, you got down off the table and bent over for him; you were dying for more, practically begging for it as you spread your holes for him. Sliding his cock back in, this time, he reached deeper than the last time.

“God, yes!” You mewled, your mind and body finally giving in to the pleasure he was giving you. Changbin didn’t even move, your hips were already greedily pushing back against him, “Your cock is so good, please fuck me more.”

“Turning into my little whore now, huh?” Gripping your hips, he rammed his cock roughly into you, causing your juices to squirt from your sloppy pussy. With every thrust, the puddle between your legs grew bigger, “From now on, come to me to release all your frustration…”

“Please, always make my pussy feel good, Binnie!” A mischievous smile appeared on Changbin’s lips as he wrapped his hands around your thighs.

“You’re so sexy, Y/N… How about—” Lifting you, he walked over to the living room to stand in front of the couch that Minho was sleeping on, “... we let Minho see how sexy you are?”

“Ah, n-no!” Your walls clamped down on him as you stared at Minho with your pussy gobbling up Changbin’s cock on display.

“Let’s show him how you cum.” He growled and continued to thrust his cock into you; he knew exactly where to attack to have you moaning and drooling mess in seconds.

“I’m gonna cum—” Your voice choked out as you tossed your head back onto his shoulder, “Don’t stop—make me cum, please—” You begging had Changbin hitting his limit, he was aching to cum.

“Cum for me, Y/N… Show Minho how you cum for me…” He rammed his cock into your sweet spot before pulling out to cum. As his cock splurted his warm cum onto your skirt, your pussy squirted juices onto the floor as well as some on Minho’s face. Through a panted breath, Changbin chuckled, “Was this worth it?”

Yes, it most definitely was.

[sneezyminniejo]

Hiii can you write a fic where Chan was feeling weird all week but doesn't think about it and then during the Chan's room he gets very sick? 🥺💛

Here it is, hope  you enjoy

TW emeto

Vlive Disaster

Chan had been having a terrible week. When it came to dance practice, he was making more mistakes than he usually did. In vocal practice, he was having trouble maintaining breath control and reaching certain notes. And when he was in the studio with Changbin and Jisung he could barely write two lines of lyrics before completely zoning out. He and the other members thought that he was just stressed out over the rapidly approaching comeback. They tried to get Chan to skip Chan’s room this week, so he could take a break, but Chan insisted that he needed to do it for both himself and Stays.

Before Chan started his vlive, the members tried ponting out one more time that he really needed to rest before they got caught up in comeback promotions, and the fact that it was 10:30 at night. Chan shrugged them off, saying he’d be fine, he enjoys spending time with stays, and he normally does his lives this late at night. He went to the usual room he does his live in and got set up.

Shortly after Chan had started the live, he was getting a bunch of comments saying that he looked tired, and was he okay. He immediately went to reassure stay saying that he had merely had a rough week and that just hanging out with stay was making him feel loads better.

Fifteen minutes into the live, Chan started to feel really weird. His stomach began to form knots,he began to salivate, and he was beginning to simultaneously feel hot and cold. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, so he put his sweater on and taking a few sips of the drink he’d brought with him. When the drink felt like it was just sitting in his stomach, Chan was beginning to think that he should have listened to the others about taking a break, but, he’ll just suffer the consequences in forty five minutes, when the live is officially over.

Back at the dorms the other seven members were talking amongst themselves about their concern for Chan. They all knew that he needed a break, and even though he said he would come back right after he finished the live, there was no guarantee he actually would. Seeing as Felix and Seungmin decided they would go back to the studio to make sure Chan actually came back. They promised they would take kicking and screaming if they had too.

Chan was seriously starting to not feel good, he was having to take sips of his drink every few minutes because his mouth kept filling with saliva. His stomach was churning, and he was thinking he was going to puke soon. He still had half an hour left of the live, and he didn’t want to disappoint Stays, so he decided to power through even though he was starting to see comments asking if he was feeling okay and that he looked sick.

It was only a few minutes later that his body won the battle, and Chan began vomiting all over his lap. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any sort of trash can or bucket in the room with him, so the vomit went all over the floor when he managed to redirect the stream.

Unfortunately for Seungmin and Felix that was the exact scene they walked in on. Chan bent over the side of his chair, vomit all over the floor as it continued to stream out of his mouth.The vlive stream was still going. Felix quickly said something about they were going to take care of Chan and update them on his condition later before turning off the stream. Seungmin meanwhile went off to find a mop, bucket, and trash can.

When Seungmin returned he gave the trash can to Felix who immediately thrust it under Chan’s face and then helped him to a different chair in the room. Seungmin got started on mopping up the puke. Chan continued to vomit for another two minutes before his stomach finally gave him a break. He immediately broke down in tears about how he let down Stays by ruining the live.

“Chan-hyung, you don’t need to worry about Stays right now.” Felix said as he placed his hand on the older’s forehead. “You have a fever. Your body is screaming at you to take a break. You are going to come back to the dorms with us. You will go straight to bed, and you will stay there for the next few days while the seven of us nurse you back to health” Chan wanted to protest, but one glare from Seungmin that implied he and/or Minho would sit on him quickly changed his mind.

Chan went straight to bed as he was told, and as he thought about things, he had symptoms that were indicative of becoming sick the entire time. Brain fog, zoning out/dozing off, and voice not cooperating were all things he had experienced the last few times he had gotten sick. He really should have listened to the others.

The first thing Chan did the following morning was bolt to the bathroom to puke again. Changbin was there in a heartbeat rubbing his back and giving him reassuring words. Once he was done Changbin helped Chan to the couch where Jisung brought over some soup that Felix had with some help from Hyunjin. Minho and Jeongin put themselves on Chan-sitting duty, literally. If Chan tried to get up for anything other than going to the bathroom or going to his own bed, Minho would pin him down, while Jeongin would go get whatever it was Chan was wanting to grab.

It was three days before Chan had completely stopped puking, and another two before he started feeling human again. The entire week the other seven wouldn’t let him even think about leaving, not even when it was time for another Chan’s Room. “Guys I’m fine. I haven’t thrown up in four days and I haven’t had a fever in three. You guys kept me home for the past two days even though I haven’t had any symptoms. I am healthy enough to do my weekly vlive.” Chan said completely exasperated.

Minho glared at Chan before speaking. “We are well aware that you’re healthy enough to do your live. We just aren’t going to let you leave the dorm to do it tonight. You can either do your live here at the dorm, or you can skip it.” Seungmin chimed in afterward. “Hyung, even though you feel better, we don’t want you to over exert your body too soon. Your body could relapse and if that happens, we won’t hesitate to take you to the hospital and get a doctor to prescribe bed rest.”

Chan knew that Seungmin wasn’t bluffing on the hospital comment. The only reason they didn’t take him to the hospital was because his fever had only been around 101.7 and the most he had puked in one day was twice, and he’d been able to keep food and drinks down in between. He sighed and went to the couch to get set up.

The second Chan started the live, the comments were blowing up asking if he was feeling better. “Yes I’m feeling much better. Thanks for asking. It appears I had a bout of the stomach flu and I misconstrued my symptoms as being tired and stressed from comeback prep. The guys all took very good care of me, and no it doesn’t appear anyone caught whatever I had.” Chan smiled as he saw a bunch of comments with hearts appear on the feed. “All right, let’s listen to some music now.”

The live went very well and because they were all at the dorm, each member made an appearance at one point or another. At the end of the live Chan promised both Stays and his members that he would do a better job listening to what his body tries to tell him so that he wouldn’t have a repeat of what happened the week before.

[honeybearloco]

― “...Sugar Mama.”

title → “...sugar mama.”

pairing → mino x female reader, g-dragon x sister reader.

synopsis → g-dragon’s younger sister has always been close to her big brother. but what happens when he finds out she’s dating mino?

word count → 1.3k

a/n → imagine being gd’s sister and dating mino when mino looks kinda like gd. honest to god i would beat her ass. sorry to you bottoms out here. y/n is a TOP in this one chief since dom women don’t get the credit they deserve. FEMALE DOMS >>>>>

“Hey, Hyung. Have you seen Y/N? I wanted to take her out to lunch. She said she was here but I don’t see her,” Jiyong began, jogging up to Youngbae.

Youngbae shrugged his shoulders turning to the younger, “I haven’t seen in the past 20 minutes. I’m sure she’s with Minho.”

Jiyong raised an eyebrow, “What would she be doing with Minho? Are they friends?”

Youngbae stopped turning to his groupmate with an ‘are you serious’ look, tilting his head, “Jiyong...are you kidding?”

“Kidding about what? I’m seriously asking.”

“Jiyong your sister is dating Minho,” Youngbae admitted, watching Jiyong’s face go pale for a few seconds as he froze. He placed a hand on his shoulder, “Um, Ji? You okay?”

Through his teeth, Jiyong spoke once more, “How long? How long have they been dating?!”

Youngbae looked up as if he was thinking, “I don’t know for sure but I’m sure they been together for a while now. I’m actually surprised you didn’t know since you’re very close to Y/N. I guess she didn’t tell you. That’s surprising.”

Jiyong relaxed, a devilishly look still written in his eyes, “Excuse me, Hyung. I have a couple I need to see.”

“Jiyong, promise you won’t do anything stupid.”

The younger raised his hands up in defeat, lowering his head, “I promise. But if there is a fight, I need you to back me up.”

“A fight?!”

“See you in a minute, Hyung!”

“Jiyong wait!”

With that, the man had disappeared across the corner, searching for high and low for his sister, a look of mischief still printed on his face as he looked through every room he could for his sister, coming to one of the many studios last.

He slammed the door open, finally finding the couple, cuddled up on the sofa. Minho cuddled into your side, his head resting in your neck, speaking lowly for only you to hear. Your arm was wrapped around him, as you gently rubbed his back, staring down at your phone.

As the door slammed open, Minho jumped slightly, groaning in your ear. You slowly picked your head up to see your brother standing in the doorway with an angry look on his face. “Oh, hey Jiyong. What’s up?”

“DON’T ‘what’s up’ ME! Since when are the two of you dating and why am I the last one to know?!” He shouted.

Minho tried to pick his head but you gently placed it back on your shoulder.

“Ji, I thought you knew. It’s not like we were hiding it or anything. We were pretty open,” You confessed, earning a nod from Minho.

Jiyong cleared his throat, piercing holes into Minho from the door frame, making your lover gulp. “Minho you have five seconds to get off of my sister, or else.” You rolled your eyes at his action, “Watch your mouth. This is my baby you’re talking to. He’s not moving.”

Minho felt his insides warm at the pet name, a small grin appeared on his face, as he snuggled further into your neck, the tip of his nose kissing the skin of your neck, making you giggle.

“Jiyong, I’m a grown woman. We’re only a year apart. I can date whoever I want to date,” You added, making him grumble under his breath before huffing. “But you’re my baby sister. I don’t want anything to happen to you nor do I want your heart to get broken.”

You sighed, “Ji...” You trailed off before looking down to Minho, “Could you give a minute? I need to baby Jiyong right now.”

“Then you’ll baby me again, right?”

“Of course, you are my main baby,” You said teasingly, kissing the top of his head. He pulled away from you and walking out of the room, trying to ignore Jiyong’s glare. You patted the spot next to you, “Get over here you big baby.”

Taking your words as his cue, he sat next to you and replaced Minho’s spot, cuddling into your side and wrapping his arms around you, “Why him?”

“Because, he’s really sweet, he’s very outgoing, he’s funny and he makes me laugh. He’s handsome, kind. He’s by far the sweetest man I’ve ever been with Ji and I love him to the moon and back,” You confessed, making him pout.

You ruffled your brother’s hair, “Jiyong, I’m 30 years now. I’m done growing up, I’ve already matured. I’m not 16 anymore. Stop acting so childish. I haven’t seen you act this way since I debuted did that one movie.”

“Yeah! That one movie in which was rated 19+!”

“There you go acting like I was a kid. I was 25, Ji.”

He huffed once more, “I just...I just want to protect you for as long as I can.”

“I know you do and I will never stop taking you for that but there comes a point where you need to loosen the ropes and let me go. Mom and Dad have already loosened their ropes, Dami as well. I need you to do the same.”

He pulled away from you, a small smile on his face, “I guess I should loosen the ropes. You are a grown woman who can take care of herself. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be watching that boy from now on like a hawk.”

“Sure you will, Ji. I completely believe you. Wait, does that mean I have your permission to date Minho?”

He folded his arms across his chest, “I mean I guess it does. But don’t get carried away, alright? And if he ever breaks your heart, I’ll kill him.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll kill him first,” You smirked. Jiyong returned your smirk, “There’s the Y/N I know.”

Minho peeked into the room from the side of the door frame, gulping at your words and smirk, ‘They really are related. They have the exact same smirk.’

Jiyong’s eyes caught Minho’s, his glare reappearing. You shook your head at the older before turning to the door to see your beloved looking shy, “Minho, come here.”

Minho walked to your side, taking your hand into his gently, kissing your palm, “Jiyong sunbaenim, I know you said you give Y/N and I permission to be a couple but I wish for you to say it again to my face as I am the reason this all started. I really do love and cherish your sister with every fiber in me. I cannot picture being with anyone else nor do I even want to think about it. One day I want to see her walk down the aisle in the prettiest dress she can find and make her my wife. One day I want the two of us to become parents of 3 beautiful children. Those are my dreams for us and I want them to come true. And I need to know that I have your blessing for me to achieve those dreams in the future.”

You rested your head on his arm, your heart racing at his words, ‘Did I get this lucky?’ You thought to yourself as you smiled brightly.

Jiyong scratched behind his neck, “I can see that you guys really love each other and I guess no matter what I say I can’t stand in the way of love. Nor I do want to because Y/N’s getting older now and Dami and I made a bet that she would be the first one to get pregnant so I would like my hard-earned money.”

“YOU AND DAMI BET ON WHAT?!”

“Anyways, you have my...permission to be with Y/N but you better treat her like the princess she is,” Jiyong gritted through his teeth, looking away from the happy couple.

“I already treat her like a queen. I’ll continue to take good care of her. You have my word,” Minho chimed.

Making the two Kwon siblings roll their eyes. “More like Y/N taking care of you. Never knew Y/N was a Sugar Mama,” Jiyong teased.

“Don’t knock it until you try it.”

[izcana]

Purely Platonic, Of Course...

Inspired by What Minho Thinks by skyofstardust. In response to a prompt by alicewonder87 in the quoteonlyprompts collection.

Originally Posted on Ao3 (My Ao3 account here).

Prompt:

"It's a blessing and a curse that love is blind."

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"You're kidding me," Minho groaned, flopping down to his bed.

"Stop bloody complaining, Minho," I muttered from next to him. "He'll get the hint eventually." I was really starting to regret agreeing to help Minho with this. I mean, sure, when I agreed, I was trying to stop his obnoxious pining of the poor boy, but I didn't expect it would be this hard! To be honest, I didn't expect Minho to be this whiny, either, but I was foolish not to suspect. However, I have dedicated myself to doing it and I will.

Being me is utterly exhausting.

Thomas wasn't going to know what's hit him when Minho finally asks him out.

I could see the longing in both of their eyes – pity they themselves couldn't see it. Thomas was oblivious to default, according to his sister Teresa, but Minho was being unbelievably dumb about it. I think he was too caught up in his own pining to notice the other's crush on him.

I was going to have to do something about it, I guess. After all, when do shuck-faces learn how to solve their own problems?

Yeah, that's what I thought. When pigs fly. Now I wish there were flying pigs...

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"Okay, I'm going to seduce the klunk out of Bambi," Minho declared, his head set in a grim nod. He rolled up his sleeves (my tip, of course – show off the muscles) and licked his lips. "Thomas wouldn't know what hit him," he added. Yeah, hopefully.

I have to admit, I could see why Minho was attracted to him. Tommy was a mess, that's for sure, but he was a cute mess, a type of clumsy that made you want to wrap him in blankets instead of scolding him. Thomas has plump, pouty lips and bright amber eyes that look exactly like Bambi's. He had adorable messy, ruffled chocolate hair and pale, mole-dotted skin. I'm saying this in a friendly way, of course; I have a boyfriend and besides, Minho would kill me if I stole his boy.

Pity Thomas was the most insecure person I've ever met.

I've had to tell him countless times he was pretty and it was getting slightly frustrating how he couldn't see himself as amazing. Again, I say this as a best friend, but I hope Minho could get his wits together and swoon him. Maybe Minho could knock some sense into him and give him a boost of self-confidence – Alby certainly gave me a lot.

Anyway, back to Minho.

"Hey, Tomboy," Minho drawled, slapping on his signature smirk.

"Hi?" The fellow Gryffindor student mumbled, putting on a shy smile. "What are you doing here, Minho?"

"I want to tell you how ravishing you look today!" Minho beamed. I mentally facepalmed. Why couldn't Minho just stick to the script and ask him out to Hogsmeade? Why, just why did Minho have to make my job more difficult than it is?

Thomas went scarlet at that, his milky skin flushing red. "T-Thank you," Thomas said brightly, beaming back. If anything, I appreciate Thomas' optimism and happiness. He was a glowing beacon every day, shining in the moonlight as a guide for us. The Gladers (my friends, duh) call me "the Glade Mother", but if anything, I'm in charge of the fussing but Thomas does the counselling and tutoring. We all saw him as innocent and naive (don't tell him we said that) but he was the best at advice, somehow. Maybe because he seemed to understand everything – that boy was too kind for his own good.

"Well, just take that from me," Minho winked, jogging back to me, leaving behind a blushing Thomas.

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"You're bloody kidding me, right?" I demanded, pushing him into a wall (I swear that isn't what it sounds like!) as soon as he jogged away. "You couldn't just ask him to Hogsmeade?" I thought my frustration bar was going to explode.

"He's just so...perfect!" Minho babbled as if he hadn't heard a single word I said. "Amazing, smart, kind and caring, pretty, selfless all in one! How was I supposed to ask him out?"

I groaned. "Minho, do me a favour and shut up, okay?" I think I've had enough of matchmaker drama for today.

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So. News reporter Newton Isaacs here. Today I'm going to tell the story of how Minho's jealousy caused him to make another move. He hasn't asked him out (yet) and he says he plans to, but I don't know.

Dammit, Minho, you're supposed to give me something to talk about here!

Anyway...Our rather interesting day started like this.

It was your classic sunny day with birds chirping and blue skies. This was unusual as it was October and anyone who's grown up in the UK knows October = rain. Obviously.

Minho and I got up to go to class, as usual, and it was all the same until midday.

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"Isaacs, Lee," Snape sneered, drawing the attention of all the students. "You're late."

"With all due respect, sir," Minho smirked, his tone not implying the same as his words. "We're 30 seconds late." Great, that's at least 10 points from Gryffindor.

"20 points from Gryffindor," Snape retorted predictably.

This class, we were learning how to boil the draught of living death. All was well until a small shriek cut off the class. We turned to the source of the shriek and to Minho's horror, Thomas' hand was covered with potion and it was starting to peel, the red flesh beneath it sprouting sores. It made my stomach churn, and it certainly looked painful.

"Edison, get that checked by Madam Pomfrey," Snape muttered, turning his head off. He means the medjack. I've always found it funny that Snape didn't treat Thomas, Teresa, Aris, or Rachel (Aris and Rachel were Tommy and Teresa's best friends) like he did the other non-Slytherins. Maybe it was because they were so...academically perfect that Snape couldn't find an adequate reason to be rude, I don't know. "Jones, you go with him."

"Adequate", "academically perfect". I think Tommy's rubbing off me with his nerdiness.

"Yes, Professor," Thomas whispered breathlessly, his voice cutting through the pin-drop silence.

"C'mon, dude," Aris Jones, the ever-loyal friend of Tommy beckoned, giving him a hand up. I could tell that it was purely platonic (anyone with eyes could, in fact), but Minho was the verge of rage from his (misplaced) jealousy. After watching Minho, I can definitely tell where the expression "if looks could kill..." comes from; Minho's dark, stormy eyes were a sight to behold.

"Mate," I chastised. "Stop being so...jealous! It's a friendly touch!"

"No, it wasn't!" Minho seethed, gritting his teeth so hard I heard them cracking.

I sighed. Minho should just ask Thomas out already.

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"Hey, Thomas!" Minho called across the courtyard again, drawing the stare of a couple of dozen students in, mostly Hufflepuffs who were playing catch-the-ball on the lawn. I mentally prayed that he'd take the chance and ask the boy out already.

"Hi, Minho," Thomas said, albeit softer than Minho. "How are you doing?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Minho asked, shifting to where Thomas was sitting. It was still close enough that I could hear, though it was considerably more discrete now that the Hufflepuffs had gone back to playing their game. "You're the one who was injured in Potions, after all."

"It's okay," Thomas murmured. I didn't miss how Minho's eyes danced over the streak of rebellious hair that fell to his forehead, or the occasional glances to the cupid brow lips. It was frankly amazing that Thomas hadn't noticed. "Madam Pomfrey sorted it out."

"Thank goodness," Minho muttered, glancing to Thomas' hand.

They both sat in silence for a few moments and I was tempted to go and smack them both around the head, but I figured it'd go better if I didn't interfere.

"W-Would you like to go to H-Hogsmeade with me n-next weekend?" Minho stuttered out, and to his benefit, he didn't blush.

Thomas definitely did, though. "O-Of course!"

Good for them – they finally got together, but I just wish they did it sooner. I guess it's just like what they say: "It's a blessing and a curse that love is blind."

I think my work here is finished. Matchmaking was pretty entertaining, after all. Maybe I should get Aris and Teresa together as well...

[midnight-writ3r]

A big heart

Lee Minho x Genderneutral reader

Summary: On a stormy day, your boyfriend Minho comes home with a little surprise.

A/N: Actually writing this with a kitten interrupting me every few seconds, is less fun than it sounds. I'm kidding of course, it's the best thing ever :') she keeps tapping my screen and looking what I'm doing. TT

The problem is for whatever reason, I suddenly went into hard Stan mode halfway through writing HAHAHA how to deal with Lee Minho? :((

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You're at your third cup of coffee, the clicking of your computer's keyboard mixing with the steady sound of a storm from outside. You eye the window behind your desk. Raindrops are curling their paths down the pane, as if racing each other. The sky outside is a dull grey that seems almost white and another thunder rolls through the city.

When the clock on your screen hits 5 pm, you worry your bottom lip between your teeth. Minho should be back from campus by now. His classes ended one and a half hour ago and usually, the trip back to your shared apartment only takes around 30 minutes.

What if he had gotten into an accident, because of the rain? Or perhaps he had just decided to wait the storm out in a cafe? Your mind is beginning to run in circles of worry. He hasn't even answered any of the messages you sent.

However, just when you contemplate sending your twentieth text, the doorbell rings. You race to the entrance door at an embarrassing speed. Sure enough, when you open it, there is a drenched Minho, dripping all over the door matt.

His hair is clumped in wet strands and the top of his clothes is a few shades darker than the original colour. There is something strange about the imagine though. You are sure that he had taken a raincoat along, when he left this morning and you are right. Yet, instead of wearing the piece, he has it balled up in his arms. And over all of it, instead of looking annoyed, he practically beams at you.

Minho barely ever showcases delight like this, except when it comes to you. The only time you had seen him wear an expression so soft and loving, was when the two of you had exchanged I love you's for the first time, or whenever you made love.

It has become something for your eyes only.

But you find the source of his happiness in the ominous bundle, he carries. The raincoat gives a pathetic little mewl and your eyes widen.

"Minho, what is that?"

He tries to suppress his smile, "A raincoat?"

You give him a deadpan expression, "and what is INSIDE the raincoat?"

"Drugs?" The raincoat mewls again, "Look I couldn't just leave it there."

"It?"

At that moment, a tiny paw crawls out of the raincoat. It's tugging the fabric out of the way, as if to peak. Beyond that, the most precious sight you've ever seen reveals itself.

A kitten with a broad face and a beautiful pattern blinks up at the two of you. Big, eyes reflect you in the richest green you've ever seen. Minho seems absolutely enraptured, holding it carefully.

"oh my god." you gasp. After a second, you rip out of your stupor and tug at Minho's arm, "Come on inside, you'll get a cold."

Complying quickly, your boyfriend slips past you and you close the door. Before you can refuse, there is a wet bundle in your arms and Minho runs to the bathroom with a fresh set of clothes.

Stunned, you walk to the couch and sit down, admiring the little creature in your arms. It's shaking badly and, despite Minho's coat, it's quite wet. Caring little at this point, you unwrap it and exchange the coat for the next blanket in your reach. There's another mewl, but after a few breaths, the shaking stops.

Minho comes back from the bathroom with sweats and a towel on his head. He didn't even bother putting on a shirt, in his hurry to come back. You have to hold back a laugh at that.

"How is she?" he asks, sitting next to you.

You lean your head on his shoulder, scratching the kitten behind its ear, "Better I think. We should try to keep her warm." you pause and then ask: "Where did you find her?"

"Around campus actually." he says, "She was hiding beneath a couple of bushes. No collar, no mom, no nothing. I think she got abandoned by her mother."

"That's terrible."

"It's probably because of her eye." Minho points at the kitten's left eye. When you look closer, you notice how it's a little more milky than the other, "It's half blind, probably couldn't keep up with the rest of the family."

You pout, "Poor thing. What are we gonna do?"

Minho hesitates with his answer, bottom lip between his teeth. He eyes you like a school boy, about to ask for candy, even tho he isn't sure he deserves it.

"We could just... Keep her?"

You stare at him, "Min, we live on instant ramen and ready-made sandwiches. How are we supposed to take care of a cat?"

"I'm sure we can do it. Together, we're a great team!" when he sees the sceptical look on your face, he leans in and kisses your neck, muttering: "Please."

You giggle, when he actually starts to nip at you in earnest, "I don't know, I might need a little more convincing?"

Grinning, he caputes your lips in a deep kiss. You're surprised with the passion and fire behind that kiss and, something about it tells you, that this really is important to Minho. You kiss him back for a little and when you draw back, you're actually panting.

"Fine." you mumble, "She needs a litter box and food and a bed though." you think some more, "and a name."

Minho is already squealing, pressing more kisses to your neck and cheek, while wrapping his arms around you. Then, he pulls back and looks at the kitten.

You see it in the way his lips curl, when he finally thinks of something: "Charlie."

"Alright Charlie." you lift the kitten up to your face and it curiously sniffles your nose, "Welcome to the Lee family. It's a great honour to be here, you know? Good thing your daddy is so cute without his shirt."

Minho hums and looks at you, "Good thing Y/N has such a big heart."

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[imaginesfromtheupsidedown]

Oldest Friend pt. 2

A TMR/TDC Gally x FEMcharacter imagine.

This is Part2 to Oldest Friend Part 1 :)

Hi:) I haven’t read Kill Order but have seen the movies and read the other 3 books, this is just a story I’ve had in my head, a character that I created, and the way I picture everything going. LMK if there’s anything you’d like to see in this, and feedback is welcomed! Reminder that this is very windy and lengthy and that’s just how I write lol. 

triggers: still none that I can think of, LMK if there is anything that I should put as a trigger. 

word count: 3582  (again, I’ve always written lengthy stuff and can shorten or add more to the next ones if preferred, I just always want to make sure the backstory and details that are in my head get put in)

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He jolted awake. The sun was brighter than normal… he was late! He jumped up and started pulling on the first pair of pants he saw, running around and trying to grab a shirt, belt and shoes as fast he could. Man, his ass was grass when he got to-

“What the bloody hell are you doing, Gally.” Came a voice from behind him. Frozen in his tracks, Gally ever so slightly turned his head. Newt was propped up in his bed, staring at him. Confused, he glanced over at the clock above the door. 6:47 AM. They usually didn’t even get to the cafeteria for breakfast until about 8:30.

“The.. sun.. is bright?” he started, plopping back into bed and throwing his clothes to the ground. A glance around showed the other two boys, Ben and Minho, sound asleep in their own beds. Newt rolled his eyes at him.

“One of those wanks probably left the curtains open again.” He sighed, sinking back down into the covers. He shot Gally a smirk and gave him a quick look over.

“What…” Gally asked, scooting back and leaning against the wall.

“I’d try to get some more sleep if I were you, mate,” he teased, reaching to pull the string and close the curtains before laying back down. “all that sneaking about at all hours of the night will catch up to you eventually.” Gally about came out of his skin! Newt knew… he looked at the other two, snoozing away, wondering if they knew, too. Newt let out a laugh as if he read his mind, “Relax, Gal, they don’t have any clue. Mind telling me what’s so important to lose sleep over, though?”

“I..” he had every intention of playing as if he had no idea what he meant but Newt shot him the ‘I’m-not-stupid’ look. “met someone… who enjoys losing sleep to see me, too…” he mumbled, pulling his covers up over his chin to hide his pink cheeks.

“Ahh, well, c’mon, don’t be shy now, who is it?” Newt sat back up in his bed and crossed his legs. Gally hesitated, what if this got him in trouble? What if he got her in trouble? Newt seemed to be pretty good at that mind reading stuff. “Chill, mate, I don’t care what you do as long as your back here by morning and have a pulse.”

“It’s… a girl?’ Gally started. They gave each other a puzzled look and then burst out laughing. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Well... how about the beginning then?” Newt prompted. Instead of going back to sleep, Gally spent the rest of his morning gushing over Meghan with Newt listening to every word. He didn’t give up her name and wanted to keep a good amount of what they had talked about between just them, but Newt understood. After a couple hours of spilling his guts and Newt poking fun at him, the other two guys woke up and it was time to head to breakfast. They got there a bit earlier than normal but she was still the first one at the table. He quickly gathered his food and sped to claim the seat next to her.

“Hey, Meg.” He breathed, excited to see her. Her long hair was up in a loose bun that sat at the top of her head, and it seemed she decided to wear her glasses instead of contacts. Hmm, she usually only did that when she was tired. She had just taken a big bite of her eggs and turned to hi with wide eyes.

“Heh, Guhl” she laughed, covering her mouth while she finished chewing. Shit… he thought. Why do you have to be so damn cute!! She leaned in and bumped her side into his for a second before leaning back to her seat and wiping her mouth with a napkin. “How’s your morning, Gal?”

“Umm.. well..” he gathered himself, turning pink and trying to get the guts to tell her. He couldn’t though… “So, Newt had figured out I was sneaking about… and I sort of…” he stopped and gave her a look, seeing her freeze.

“You… what?” she whispered, looking around. “Are we in trouble!”

“No! No, course not. I mean, not that I know of. I just..” he took a deep breath.  “I told him I was meeting up with you. But- hey, I didn’t actually SAY it was YOU!” he ended with, seeing as her jaw dropped to the floor.

“Well!” she demanded, turning toward him and grabbing his arm, dropping her voice to a whisper again. “What did he say!”

“Meg, Gally.” The voice made them jump and she recoiled back to her own space. Newt had snuck up on them, coming up behind them to come take his seat at the table. He gave them a sly grin. “Mornin’.”

“Morning..” she mumbled, stuffing her face with food. She glanced at Newt first, then to Gally through the tops of her glasses. Newt starting laughing as he picked at his food, earning a stomp on the foot from Gally. Their table slowly filled up and started humming with conversation.

“Aye, Gally, man you ready for today? Heard we’re headed out to the desert again.” Clint said, plopping down next to Meghan and almost knocking her plate off the table. He took a piece of toast and shoved it into his mouth.

“Hopefully ya got enough sleep…” Newt mumbled before taking a sip of his orange juice, raising his eyebrows at them. Meghan started choking on her eggs and Gally went to stomp his foot again but missed, getting Clint instead.

“Ohw duhd whuht th hehl!” he yelled, food flying out of his mouth. Everyone started laughing at the chaos happening but luckily seemed to miss the big picture. Gally gave Meg a little smile from the side and jumped back into the back and forth with everyone else. She smiled big at him, happy. She couldn’t help but feel nervous though, she was so afraid of getting themselves in trouble. The last time someone got in big trouble… well… they hadn’t seen Alby since. And she really didn’t want to find out why.

She remembered it very clearly. Alby had been acting funny for days then finally, the last time they ever saw him, burst into the cafeteria screaming something about brainwashing and lies before 7 armed guards rushed in and tranquillized him. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes before anyone could see and snapped back into reality.

And just like that they went back to their quiet life as they knew it. Newt kept their secret and they still got to meet in that dusty old storage room. They each had decided that they wanted to tell the other about what they had been feeling but every time one of them wanted to the words wouldn’t form. So, they had both been trying in subtle ways. Hugging goodnight, playful shoves when they walked, grazing hands any chance they got, literally anything to get a smile out of each other.

Of course, the next day Gally would tell Newt about the night before and complain about how he felt so stupid for not telling her how he felt. Newt would give him the best advice he could, but he also didn’t really know how to handle it; there weren’t actually any instances of romantic relationships in here that they knew of. Mainly he just sat and listened. Gally and Newt grew closer as their talks became more frequent but not necessarily just about Meg. Newt just… understood him. What it felt like to be in this place, the frustrations of not knowing what direction their lives were going. He understood why Gally risked getting in trouble to sneak out, why he clung to what he had with Meg. He even understood why Gally would pick and choose what he told him about her. I get it mate, you keep her secrets like she keeps yours. Protect her and shit. You’re a good lad, Gal.

Then came the day they all got to work together. Meg was out in the desert working on updating some program and Gally and Newt were out building those giant walls again. When the lab techs landed WCKD had the guys pair up with them to test whatever devices they had, and of course Meg made a beeline to Gally.

“Alright, everyone! Don’t touch them wires they’ve got on you, we need em to get accurate results! And keep track of the weather, them dark clouds are rollin in fast and those wires can’t get wet! You four, go back to the walls. Then you two, we need these two buildings put together. But you each do one, don’t team up. Only use what’s been put out for ya, too.” One of the white coats instructed before heading back into the burg and taking off.

“Alright, doc, what the hell is this stuff?” he teased, turning and motioning to the little suction cups and wires she had stuck to his chest and neck. She barely glanced up from her tablet to meet his eyes.

“For your vitals.” She had been acting funny. She hadn’t said a single word at breakfast, and these were the first words she had said to him out here. He walked over and pretended to look at what she was doing.

“Meg…” he started, but she reached down and squeezed his hand, not even looking at him.

“We need to talk.” She was barely audible. And just as quick as she grabbed him, she let him go. She took a few steps back and looked him up and down, making him blush. “Alright, Gally, I need you to start lifting stuff.” He shot a look to Newt, who wasn’t too far away getting ready to work on the other structure.

Newt stifled a laugh and yelled, “Aye! You heard the woman, get to work, ya wank!”

It honestly wasn’t a bad day. There wasn’t much out for him to use for this one, some wood, hammers, nails and rope. It was definitely less than he would do on a regular day, so he wasn’t going to complain too much. Not to mention he got to show off in front of her. There were a few times he could’ve sworn he had caught her looking, but when he would double check her nose was always buried back in those tablets. A few times she came over and adjust the wires on him that he wasn’t sure was really necessary for whatever was on those tablets… but again, he wasn’t going to complain.

Eventually the shed.. hut… whatever it was he built, it was done. She went around and shook it a few times but it stayed standing, so she gave him a thumbs up. She ran back over to him and had him hold one of the tablets while she worked on them both.

“So.. what exactly are you doing to me?” he asked. She was quiet for a bit before responding, furring her brows and something on the screen.

“Okay, so these wires I have on you? They’re recording your vitals: heart rate, brain patterns, anything in your system that changes and whether or not it could be from something physical or not. That goes to this tablet,” she motioned to the one in his hands, then motioned to the one she had. “and this one is hooked up to… something… somewhere. It’s a remote system that doesn’t have to be hooked up to you but still is able to monitor all your vitals but without having to have anything actually on you. But they aren’t adding up right now..” she trailed off.

He moved behind her, looking down at both the tablets. She froze for a second then leaned into him, continuing to mess with the tablets. But… he could see the screens. The numbers were identical. He blushed, realizing what she was doing. He reached around her as if he was pointing at something on the one in her hands, resting his arm around her shoulder.

“Ahh, there. I see it, that’s what isn’t matching.” He said, his heart racing as she leaned into him more. He let out a laugh when he realized the system had picked up on his pulse quickening. She looked up at him and gave him a silly face but when she looked down she let out a giggle when she saw it. She stepped away and looked back at him.

“Looks like all that lifting had loosened a wire, here, I need to get these back in sync.” She pushed a button on each screen, then reached up toward where the wires were suctioned to his neck. He tensed up for a second but then relaxed into her touch. “Just need to triple check on your pulse.” She said softly. At first she really did seem to check for a pulse, but after a few moments she cupped his face, giving him a small smile. He felt his heart jump into his throat.

And then the rain started. He felt it first, two tiny drops hitting his forehead. Then it seemed to come down in sheets. He started tearing the wires off as they ran to the hut, picking up a dry cloth once he got in there and starting to dry them off. Meg stood in the far end of it, throwing her hair into a loose bun.

“Well, at least this part was done!” she laughed, laying he tablets on the floor. She crossed the room and stared out of the doorway for a few awkward seconds before turning back to him. “Gally, can we talk?”

“Yes.” He said a little too quickly. He tossed the wires to the ground and started toward her, ready to finally get the words out. He stopped right in front of her, she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“So, I need to know…” she started, still not meeting his eyes. “Do you want the good or bad first?”

“What.” He said flatly, the question taking him off guard. “Um.. go ahead with the good. Bad is bad either way.” She looked up at him with glossy eyes, giving him a small smile and coming toward him.

“Now.. don’t be mad at me. I should’ve asked first…” she started crossing her arms. “But I stumbled into the database and didn’t know if I would be able to get back into it and-” he grabbed her on either side of her face.

“Spit it out, Meg!” He teased, dropping his hands down to her shoulders.

“Happy late birthday, Gal.” she whispered, reaching up and grabbing one of his hands. “You’re 17 now!” He gave her a blank look. He hadn’t thought of birthdays in a long time… or about how old he was. Yeah, of course, he knew he was older. But he hadn’t really thought about it in years.

“I’m 17?” he mumbled, wrapping his head around it. “Wait, how long ago?”

“About a couple weeks, they track our ages for their data. I was in there and came across mine and when I thought of yours… I just wanted to know.” In one swift movement he picked her up and spun her around, earning a laughing fit from her. He sat her down after a few spins and pulled her into a big hug.

“Thank you, Meg! When do I get to tell you happy birthday, then?” he asked, pulling back and looking at her. She laughed at that, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair, giving him goosebumps.

“About 10 months, young one. I turned 17 a couple months ago.” She teased.

“Young one!” he said, raising his eyebrows at her. “I may be young but at least I’m not short!” he winked at her. She pulled her arm back and gave her a playful smack on the chest.

“Hey! I am above average height for a girl my age!”  she exclaimed, standing on the tips of her toes. Even doing that still made the top of her head come to his chin. He couldn’t help it anymore, he reached out and pulled her close, cupping her face in his hands. She seemed taken aback but didn’t pull away, instead reaching up and mirroring him. And then it happened.

Their first kiss. They both froze for a second, neither of them sure what they were doing. But then she leaned into him, pulling him as close as she could. That was all the confirmation he needed. He wrapped his arms around her and they stood locked there for who knows how long, only coming apart for air. He pushed her toward one of the walls and started to run his hands over her body while she knotted her fingers in his hair. All of a sudden she pushed him back, her face a flushed pink and hair a mess.

“Gally! We.. what.. are you?” she couldn’t get a full sentence out. She glanced toward the wide-open doorway and back to him. “That was…”

“Great.” He started, walking toward her. “Fantastic. Long overdue. Well… at least on my part it was.” He stopped in front of her, putting his hands in his pockets to stop himself from pulling her back to him. “I’m sorry… I’ve wanted to do that for a long time now an-” she cut him off, her lips crashing back into his for one long, hard kiss. She pulled back, cupping his face in her hands.

“Don’t you apologize for that again. Ever.” She dropped her hands and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. “We just… we need to be really careful from here on out, Gally.”

“Careful? He asked, wrapping his arms back around her and resting his chin atop her head.

“I.. I need to tell you the bad news now.” She locked her arms around him, not letting him go. “Is that okay?” he started running his hands up and down her back.

“Of course… are you okay?” he mumbled as he felt her start to shake.

“No.” she couldn’t keep her voice even. “Gally, I found Alby. And Nick.”

He tried to pull back from her, shocked, but she had that iron grip on him. Found them? What did she mean by ‘found them’? He relaxed back into her, waiting for what she was going to say next.

“They.. they’re in the other maze.” She whispered, finally pulling back to look up at him. “ We created the maze to put them there. And they…” she trailed off, letting her tears fall.

“What?” he asked, unable to hide the scared look on his face. “They what, Meg?” She took a deep breath and steadied her voice.

“They don’t know who they are. They know their names. But only that. Nothing of who they were before they were put in that… that prison.” She spat, breaking away from him and walking back to peer out the door.

“What do you mean… by any of this?” he slowly walked and stood next to her. He looked down at her and saw the tears running down her face.

“I… I’ve gotten in trouble. My work wasn’t what it used to be. They were holding this… project over my head. And I wanted to do it so bad, Gally.” She looked up at him. It broke his heart to see her so sad. “And I finally got to go in… but I wish I hadn’t…” she started to explain as much as she possibly could to him, scaring him bad. If what she told him was true, that means that THEY are the experiments… not animals, not other people. THEM. He didn’t want to believe it but why would she make this up? He started to tear up, too. “And… Gally..”

“Yes?” he croaked, stepping close to her.

“I think they’re killing us. I don’t know how, I don’t know if we’re just a casualty of the experiment, but… they’re just… waiting.” She whispered.

“On wha-”

“On someone to die.” She interrupted. The way she said it was so matter-of-fact. He pulled her back into him, making sure she was still looking at him.

“They won’t hurt you, Meg.” She started to interrupt him but he kept going. “Understand? I don’t know what the hell is happening or what I’m going to do but I’m going to make sure you aren’t a part of this. Not you.” He started crying too, planting one more kiss on her forehead. When they pulled apart she started rubbing her face, ridding the evidence of any crying. He did the same, walking out into the last bit of the rain and waiting on her to grab her stuff. She came out, tablets in hand.

“Ready?” she sighed. He shook his head, walking back into the hut. He came back out with the wires and handed them over to her.

“Don’t wanna lose these.” He joked. She gave him a smile and ran to catch up with Newt, who had already started toward the burg, which had apparently landed at some point during the storm. As soon as she couldn’t see him, he let his expression turn dark. It would be over his cold, dead body before he let anyone, even WCKD, harm one hair on her head.

[daisy-milk]

Gimme Danger - prologue

so uh this isn’t proofread so bear with it pls. also i know there are a lot of terms and references that some of you might not get so I’ll add a little index with all the Cyberpunk 2077 things i used at the bottom of the post, if you need/want it. hope you enjoy!

Gimme Danger - prologue - fighter/nomad!Bang Chan x fighter!reader (feat. Han, Minho) - Cyberpunk 2077 AU 

warnings: heavy violence, blood, stitches, mentions of open wounds/bruises, cursing, Minho is a prick   

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“It was 800 eddies from bets alone tonight,” your friend chuckles, his eyes glowing a faint blue as he scrolls through the most recent fight’s revenue. You only groan in response, one hand pressing ice to your blackening eye and the other stitching up an open wound on your thigh.

“Is that all?” you hissed as the needle sewed through your skin, “What are we getting from the venue?”

“A good 12 bands before fees…” he hummed, his eyes still focused on the numbers in his eyes, “With a 60 to 40 split we-”

“70 and 30, Han,” you interrupt his thought, pulling the ice from your eye to make sure he can feel your glare.

“Right…” he coughs, the blue light fading from his eyes to look at you, “With that agreement, we’ll be able to pay off this month’s fees with eddies to spare. Why do you still look unsatisfied?”

You pinch your temple as Han spoke, throwing the cold pack to the side as you stand up, slowly limping over to the large monitor showing a replay of your fight, “It’s not enough. One of my implants got fried when that fucker socked me in the eye,” you snarl as you watch the scene unfold on the screen. Blood and spit spatters against the camera as you see your own head snap to the side after a particularly brutal punch, “I need to get that replaced before I fight again. Also I… uhm need to pay off someone.”

“...Who do you have to pay off, y/n?” Han narrows his eyes at you.

“Some Valentino idiot. Don’t ask.”

“Jesus Christ y/n. Last month it was the Tyger Claws and now you have debts with the Valentinos? We were almost done paying off the Tygers too,” the brunette lectures as he begins to pace. 

“Hey, you’re getting a share of my money. What are you doing to help pay off fees, huh?” your eyes narrow as you snatch a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“How do you think you are getting these fights?” he snarks back. It’s evident in his face that he will not let down this argument any time soon.

You roll your eyes, “You aren’t the one with a broken nose every other night.” Jumping up onto one of the tables, you start to pour the alcohol on your now stitched up wound, flinching a little at the sting causing you to drop the bottle. Now it was Han’s turn to roll his eyes as he picked up the bottle and a towel, using it to wipe down the cut for you. 

“Maybe you should consider another line of work then,” he spoke casually as he patted away the dried blood on your leg, “You’re young. And smart. Maybe if you saved up all this fighting money instead of getting new implants and getting on different gang’s nerves, you could go to school. I heard Arasaka is-”

“What about you, hm?” you interrupt him for the second time this night, raising an eyebrow at him, “Look, this is all I have and I may not last long, but for now, while I’m still kicking, I’ll stick to the ring.”

Han only sighs, now wrapping gauze and bandages over your thigh, “Okay then, what about money? If this is your only gig, how are we gonna pay everything off? Gonna start taking gigs?”

“Pfft as if you could handle being a merc,” you tease, punching his shoulder playfully, “I’ll figure it out. Maybe pick up more fights, who knows. Everything will figure itself out.”

With that last reassurance and a pat to Han’s back, you jump off the table. You attempt to give a quick thanks to your friend for bandaging you up when you’re interrupted by your apartment door being swung open. 

Wearing a shit-eating grin stood one of your least favorite people in Night City, Lee Minho. He wasn’t alone, however. Standing next to him at about the same height was a man who looked as if Minho had just plucked him from the street. He looked tired over anything, wearing a simple black t-shirt and cargo pants and no cybernetic implants in sight. It's been a while since you’ve seen a human without any cybernetics, you couldn’t help but stare. As you searched for any hidden implants, your eyes got lost as you began to zone out at how well his shirt wrapped against his clearly toned chest, you almost forgot Minho was in your apartment. Almost.

“Wow, you look like shit, y/n. Lemme guess, rough fight?” he snickered as he let himself in, “You’re losing it. I remember the time when you would emerge from all your fights scott free.”

“What do you want, Minho?” Han barked as you turned your gaze from the stranger over to Minho.

“Not in the mood for chit-chat today it seems,” he feigns a surprised expression, nudging the stranger, “Alright then, I’ll cut to the chase. I want you to fight our friend, Bang Chan here.” Lee Know’s hands flourish out to showcase the man, resulting in unimpressed faces from both you and Han, “Go on, introduce yourself.” Minho nudges him again.

“Uh, hi. You can call me Chan,” he says with an awkward thin-lipped smile. You stare at him for a moment thinking how it would be a shame to punch his face. He really had a handsome face.

“No.” You answered bluntly.

“Oh come on y/n. Can’t you do this for me?” he bats his lashes, “My client really wants you to fight him.”

“And why would I do anything for you, Minho?” you scoff as you start to walk away.

“Maybe not for me, but you’d do it for a hundred grand eddies.” You freeze in your step as you hear the number. You couldn't have heard that right, turning around to look at Minho in disbelief. He simply wore a smug grin as he continued, “As I said, this client really wants to see you go at it with Chan.”

“Why?” you ask, stepping forward.

“I don’t know. I was only given him, and a number. So… what do you say now?”

“Deal.”

“Hold up,” Han interjects immediately, pulling you aside by your shoulder. You wince slightly as he accidentally presses down on a bruise, “Sorry, but what? You’re really going to take a deal from Minho. Lee Minho. That jerk standing in your apartment?”

“Do you know how many months one hundred thousand eddies will cover, Han?” you urge.

“Do you know that Lee Minho is an asshole who definitely does not have any good intentions with this deal?” he pressed, “This is too suspicious. And out of nowhere. We don’t take fights from randoms anyways. How do you know he’s not plotting something? Maybe that Chan guy is like a cyberpsycho in disguise or like an Arasaka spy or something? I knew it… I said Arasaka earlier and now they’re already onto our ass!” he rambles.

“Hey, calm down. Don’t worry,” you hold his shoulders, “I’ll do this fight. I’ll win. And we will get the money. We’ll pay off our debts and who knows, maybe I’ll even take some classes if we got leftover eddies.”

Han looks down at you worriedly, “And what if you don’t win?”

“I will,” you chuckle, showing him one of the many hidden cybernetics you have in your arm, “By any means necessary. I’m undefeated, don’t you remember?” you wink before turning around to face Minho and Chan.

“How was your little pep-talk?”

“It was great. And we have a deal. One hundred thousand eddies, correct?”

“That is correct, my dear,” Minho beams, a mischievous grin painted on his lips. You hold out your hand to shake, but Minho shakes his head, pushing Chan to stand in front of you instead, “Shake with Chan. He is the deal for you. I’m just the messenger. A soon-to-be well paid messenger.”

“Alright, it is a deal, Chan. Pleasure to meet you,” you hold out your hand.

Chan takes your much smaller hand, shaking it with an unsure expression across his features, “A pleasure for me as well, y/n.”

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Cyberpunk 2077 index

Night City- The Free City of Night City (NC) is an autonomous city located on the border between North and South California, on the Pacific coast of North America

eddies- The European Currency Unit (symbol: § or €$; and abbreviated to ecu), more commonly referred to as Eurodollar[1] (ed) or Eurobuck[2] (eb), and colloquially known as ebuck and eddie,[1][3][4] is the main currency used by various countries in the Cyberpunk world

Arasaka- The Arasaka Corporation (Japanese: アラサカ社 or 荒坂社), is a world-wide megacorporation dealing in corporate security, banking, and manufacturing. It is one of the most influential megacorporations in the world

Valentinos- The Valentinos (Valentino's) are one of the many gangs in Night City appearing in Cyberpunk 2020 and Cyberpunk 2077

Tyger Claws- The Tyger Claws (虎鉤衆) are a Japanese gang that can be found in Night City

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[yourkeeperoftherunners]

6/9: The Con(vention) Run-in

Rating: PG (Fake fight for photo op)

Characters: Convention Attendee!Bang Chan x Reader (any gender), featuring Convention Attendee!Felix and mention of other characters

Notes: The final day of my birthday surprise series. Normally I try to attend Comic Con or its sister convention WonderCon, but both were postponed due to current events. This is a non-idol AU. The Aussie line are imagined as cousins in this story. All content is fictional. Please do not repost anywhere!

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llamajinnie

I can’t believe it... Sent 8:10 AM

bc1997

It won’t be that bad! Besides the tickets were free! Sent 8:12 AM

Chan looked up from his phone when he felt a tap on his shoulder. His cousin was holding out his badge he needed to wear to enter the convention and he thanked him. He put his phone away in a pocket and slipped the lanyard on over his head.

Instead of working on music like he usually did in his spare time, Chan was accompanying his cousin Felix to a comic convention. The latter won tickets through a radio contest and his parents couldn’t attend. Because his mom didn’t want him going alone, she asked Chan if he could spare a weekend and accompany Felix to the convention.

Most his friends were shocked he would tag along with the younger boy, especially since Felix was the one who was more into the nerd scene, namely anime and manga. Chan’s friend Hyunjin was convinced that the former’s aunt likely bribed him with money if he drove and chaperoned Felix for a weekend at the convention, but Chan insisted he really wanted to go. Sure he wasn’t a huge comic book or pop culture nerd like his cousin, but it gave him an excuse to wear that Captain America costume he spent too much money on from Halloween.

“Thanks again,” Felix said as he flipped his badge to the front, showing his name. “Mum said lunch and dinner is on her.”

“No, it’s fine,” Chan insisted.

Felix shook his head and replied that it was non-negotiable. The pair made their way to a line to enter the convention center and waited for security to wave them inside. They flashed their badges at the security personnel and stepped inside.

Felix adjusted his beret, which was starting to slide off his head, due to the long rabbit ears he put on top.

“So uh, who are you again?” Chan asked as he studied his cousin’s costume.

“Momiji from Fruits Basket,” Felix explained. “He’s the rabbit in the Chinese zodiac. Thought it made sense, since everyone thinks I’m still a kid with the baby face.”

“Plus the hair,” Chan added. “Okay, never saw the anime, but cool!”

Felix nodded as he fixed his backpack straps and dashed ahead to check out the tables in the art section of the convention. Chan tried to catch up and had to apologize as he weaved around other participants. He ducked as a Harley Quinn from the recent live-action film barely missed him with her toy bat, as she started to put it up for a photo op.

“Hang on Cap, can I get a picture?” a male voice asked.

Chan whirled around and saw it was a father with a young son, dressed as Thor. He smiled at the son and nodded as he removed his shield backpack off his shoulders to hold for the photo. The son hesitated, and shyly looked up at Chan.

“Come on Thor, we need you in the picture too,” Chan said as he motioned for the young boy to stand next to him.

The young boy skipped over to him and Chan knelt down on one knee. He held out his shield backpack, while the boy clutched his toy version of Mjölnir. The father snapped the picture with his digital camera and quickly checked the photo, before flashing a thumbs-up.

“Thank you,” Chan said as he stood up. He waved goodbye to the young boy and secured the backpack on his shoulders. He craned his neck, looking for Felix, who was several feet away, talking to one artist at their booth. He quickly walked toward his cousin and tapped him on the shoulder.

Felix whirled around and pointed to some example works of art that the artist had on display. “Perfect timing! Actually I was thinking about doing a commission with this guy. Who should I have done?”

Chan bit his lip and tried to think of any anime characters that he might know. He maybe watched a few as a kid growing up, but his mum made him go out and play or practice swimming, which was better than sitting in front of a screen in her opinion.

“Um...Goku from Dragonball Z? Naruto?” he offered, trying not to wince. “Sorry, it’s been a really long time since I’ve watched an anime.”

Felix nodded and flipped through the dossier on the table for inspiration for a few seconds. Eventually he settled on some character from an anime he wasn’t familiar with (Tower something?) and the artist scribbled a note in his notebook.

“It’s going to take me probably until 1 PM to do that,” the artist told Felix. “Someone is ahead of you with a two character commission, so that’s gonna be worked on first. I’d say come back around 2:30 and I might have it ready by then.”

Felix thanked him and dug out his wallet to pay for the piece. He passed over some bills and the artist made change for him.

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“Is that Binnie you’re messaging?” Felix asked.

Chan shook his head as he looked up from his phone. “Hyunjin. He’s convinced I’m trapped and not having fun. But then again, he’s not big on crowds and comic stuff.”

“Oh...” Felix trailed off. He craned his neck and noticed there were two seats closer to the front of the room. “We should grab those before the next panel starts.” He pushed himself out of his seat and quickly walked over to the empty chairs.

Chan stood up and followed his cousin, eventually taking the aisle seat in their new row. The pair had walked the floor for a few hours and now they were sitting in a room to listen and watch a panel on some anime series that Felix watched regularly. This allowed Chan to sit and relax, as well as respond to Hyunjin about how things were going.

“I promise we can grab lunch after this,” Felix whispered as someone came on stage to introduce the panelists.

Chan flashed him a thumbs-up and pocketed his phone out of respect for the panel. He leaned back in his seat as the moderator introduced all of the voice acting talent and then they rolled a new trailer for the next season. Once the trailer ended, the moderator began asking questions to the members on the panel and the audience listened to their responses. Eventually the panel began accepting fan questions, and Felix decided to rush up to the mic to ask one.

“MOMIJI!” one of the female panelists yelled with a huge smile on her face. “Oh my gosh, you are precious!”

Felix blushed at the compliment and ducked his head, before composing him and asking his question. The deep voice shocked the panelists and Chan bit back a laugh as one of the male panelists joked that he wanted to trade voices with Felix. The comment made the room laugh and Felix laughed along with them, then stepped to the side for the next fan to ask their question.

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The boys exited the panel room after Felix’s panel concluded and Chan began researching local restaurants they could get lunch at. Both decided against the convention center food, as it was pricey and Felix mentioned that Minho had tried it once during a cat convention, giving it poor reviews.

“There’s a cat convention? Oh wait, that’s rhetorical,” Chan mused as he pictured their friend walking every row of the cat convention with a content smile on his face. “Do you know if they had cats for adoption? Or was it products for your cat?”

“Both apparently,” Felix replied as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Minho went to look at special food for one cat, cause he needed to go on a diet, and then he wanted a fancy collar for his female cat.”

“That’s not where he got the third cat right?”

His cousin gave him a blank look and scrunched his brows. “Hang on, he has three now? I thought he only had two!”

“No he’s got three now,” Chan confirmed. “His Christmas card showed him with three cats plus him wearing Santa hats.”

Felix tried to recall if he got a Christmas card from Minho, while Chan went back to looking at restaurants. He paused when he found some options and started to show them to his cousin. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned his head to see it was someone dressed as Bucky Barnes in his Winter Soldier attire.

“Hey Cap, could we get a fight picture?” you asked under your black mask.

He nodded as he slowly removed his backpack from his shoulders and held the straps so they wouldn’t show in the picture. He turned to face you and you balled up the fist with your “metal” arm.

“I’m going to punch your shield, okay?” you explained.

He nodded and positioned himself as if he was defending himself with the shield. You placed your fist on the center of the shield and adjusted your feet, so it looked more convincing.

Felix stepped between the two of you and asked if you had a camera or phone you wanted to use. You nodded and used your free hand to pull out and unlock your phone. You switched to the camera app and handed it to him, murmuring a thank you.

He took the phone and put in landscape mode, checking to make sure everything was in focus. He counted to three, before clicking the button your screen a few times, just so you had more than one. He then switched to his phone and took some pictures too. He passed your phone over and you thanked him before checking the photos over.

“Perfect, thanks,” you replied. You dug around in your tactical vest and produced a card with your name and Instagram handle on it. “If you’re on IG, feel free to tag me. I’ll be uploading pics later tonight.”

Chan accepted the card and thanked you with a smile. He put it away in his pocket and added that you did an amazing job with it.

“Thank you,” you replied. “The arm was the hardest part but it came out good. Not the most comfortable thing to wear, but it’s all good. You make a good Cap.”

Chan ducked his head and waved it away as nothing. “I bought my costume – wish I had your talent.”

“Ah who cares? It looks great and you do too,” you confirmed, flashing him a thumbs-up. Your phone buzzed in your hand and you groaned when you saw it was your alarm for your next panel you were hoping to see. “Shoot, gotta run. My panel starts in 7 minutes. Have a great con!”

Chan nodded as he waved goodbye to you, while Felix held up his phone to show off his pictures.

“They came out pretty good,” he noted. “I’m guessing they’re a professional cosplayer.”

Chan patted the pocket with the card. “I’ll have to look them up online when we’re done.”

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

The Unknown - Chapter 30. Jealousy  [Minho x Reader]

Title: The Unknown - Chapter 30. Jealousy  ➔ Chapter 31. Here! Pairing: Minho x Female!Reader Published: 4 June, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore The Unknown Masterlist | Masterlists

Days passed by and the only reason my mood started getting better was because Newt was always next to me. At first I thought I would be ignored after the new girl, Teresa arrived, but he actually stayed by my side, making fun of people when I was down or telling me random jokes that weren't at all funny. His presence was a blessing as it made me think less of Minho.

However occasionally, when I came back from a run with the guys and my eyes met Minho's, he just looked away quickly as if he didn't even want to know I existed. When we talked about his feelings, I told him to behave with me like he does with everyone else. But it clearly skipped his mind, because he ignored me in every possible way. And was I annoyed? Can't even describe how much. I knew he wanted to forget his feelings, I knew he wanted to keep a formal working relationship, but his weird behaviour made it very difficult to get along.

I was running in the Maze along with Thomas, trying to find a way out as usual, but nothing seemed out of place. I started getting bored of always seeing the same thing and the fact that we didn't see anything new, frustrated me. There had to be a way out or a way in, whatever it would be called and it seemed strange that even after years noone has found anything.

As we have arrived to the doors, way ahead of time, a worried Hank welcomed me back. His face showed pain. I didn't have to wait for him much longer to speak up.

"Newt." He said simply and my eyes widened. "He got injured." I didn't wait for him to continue, I ran to the Mad-hut, almost ripping out the door. My eyes immediately snapped over to the blonde man half sitting, half laying on the bed. I ran to him and without a word I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him into a strong hug.

"Y/N, I can't breath." He struggled with his words. I let go of the hold, but stayed close enough to his face to be intimidating.

"What did you do, you shuck-face?" I groaned in frustration.

"Nothing, we were just joking around and I fell off the Lookout tree. But I was already climbing down, so it's only a sprained ankle." He tried to explain, but I was way too furious.

"Well guess what. I don't care if you are dying or if it's just a sprain, do not ever dare to scare me like that again or I will make sure to end your life when you recovered." I threatened him, but he just grinned in response.

"Aren't you cute, when you are worried?" He asked jokingly, but I just groaned at him. I knew he was trying to annoy me on purpose, but he still succeeded.

"Just slim it and pay attention shuck-face." I said and flicked his forehead in frustration.

"Hey!" He complained and started scratching the middle of his forehead. I retreated a bit to give him some space and that's when I realised the third person in the room as he let out an awkward cough. At once I felt like a little ant. I didn't want him to see this scene and misunderstand the situation. I nodded acknowledging his presence and he returned it. "I should get injured more often so I can see you get worried about me." He chuckled.

"Slinthead." I said simply and walked towards the door.

"Come on, don't leave, I'm just teasing you." He tried to convince me to stay, but I didn't feel like it.

"Too late, hope you are in pain." I said with an evil grin while leaving them behind.

Hours went by, while I was trying to make myself busy. I went to the Map-room straight after I left Newt, but even I didn't understand why as I had nothing to map up. Then I took my time in the kitchen munching on one bit of food for minutes if not more. At last, after I felt like time has stopped, I just walked back to the Med-hut with a bag of snacks from Frypan to check on Newt. I knocked on the door and a tired voice granted access to me.

"Y/N." He smiled gently as I closed the door behind me. "You missed me already?" He smirked. He didn't seem to be unwell and I wanted to facepalm myself for getting so worked up about his injury earlier.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... think what you want." I let it go this time. I placed the bag of snacks next to him on a wooden drawer.

"Is it for me?" He asked looking at the transparent packaging containing different types of food.

"No, I brought them so later I can take them back. What do you think, slinthead?" I questioned while rolling my eyes.

"Even when you try to be harsh, it's still cute." He chuckled and I shook my head annoyed. "I loved your little stunt when you visited me. God, did you have an impact on Minho." He laughed out loud. I frowned in confusion, unable to understand what he meant. I didn't have to ask though, he continued without a word from me. "When you left, he acted so weird. He didn't know how to take your behaviour. He even asked me if we were dating." I looked at him eagerly waiting for him to continue. "Of course, I said to him that we didn't, but just to tease him a bit, I also told him that I wouldn't have mind if we did." He smirked.

"What? Are you insane? Why did you do that?" I asked in disbelief. I hid my face in my palms and sighed heavily.

"For the response I expected to get." He smiled as I opened my fingers, - while still hiding my face - to be able to look at him. "He was furious. He said he doesn't ever want to see us together. He said it would probably be even more painful than getting stung by a Griever. So I said to him that he can't expect you not to start liking someone else, when he has rejected you already." He stopped for a dramatic break and I wanted to suffocate him for that. "He said he knew he shouldn't have gotten confused about his feelings and that he could have handled it differently, but he doesn't know how to correct it. He said he would turn back time if he could, because if he has to see you with someone other than him, he will probably go mental." Newt smiled at me gently, but I just stood up and started walking to the door. "Do you not want to hear the rest of it?" He asked frowning.

"No, I don't." I sighed. "You see, I can't keep this push and pull relationship up. I told him I liked him the first time, which he reacted by ignoring me after. Then by ignoring me, he got me in trouble. Then he became all sweet again by apologising and acting as if nothing happened. Then he got confused about his feelings and instead of asking me to be with him, he decided to forget his feelings. Or at least to act like that. And instead of once again coming to me and talking to me, I hear all of this from you." I shook my head in frustration. "I understand it's hard, but I can't keep doing this. If he can't follow his feelings and he can't convey his feelings either, that is not my fault." I explained desperately.

"But, he did convey them." I shook my head as he interrupted me.

"He never actually physically said he liked me. Just that he has had feelings for me. And to be fair, even if he liked me, - because that is what we all think - he doesn't want to. So for the last time Newt, I don't ever want to talk about Minho or our feelings again." I said firmly and walked out the door without a second thought.

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[kim-seungmine]

let’s go home together

title: let’s go home together

characters: (fem) reader x i.n/yang jeongin of stray kids 

word count: 4692

genre: slice-of-life, romance, high school au, emo!jeongin i guess

synopsis: jeongin is heartbroken and you’re in love. separated by two different feelings, both of you soon learn about how blurry the line between the two is. 

a/n: i planned this to be longer tbh. nevertheless, here it is! this story is pretty straightforward, i hope you’ll like it! and this is a i’ll hold your hand spin-off so you’ll see some familiar stuff! (you can read this on its own!)

Yang Jeongin doesn’t know why it’s called “broken heart” instead of “destroyed heart” or “ruined heart” because seriously, he feels his heart has been shattered into a million of pieces and the word “broken” will never be able to represent how devastated he exactly is.

Everyone—especially high school students—has experienced at least 1 painful breakup but this is never what Jeongin expected to feel. His English tutor Kim Seungmin said that first breakups always hurt more, but he never mentioned that it would hurt this bad.

“What are you doing here?”

Jeongin glances at his surroundings, narrowing his eyes when he sees you standing at the door, your backpack slung over one shoulder. He’s seen you somewhere he can’t remember, but Jeongin is sure you’re also a sophomore. “Can’t I be here?” he responds with an icy tone that makes you furrow your brows.

“Everyone is welcome here,” you answer. “But you are aware that this is the Arts club meeting room, right?”

“Do I look like I would suck at drawing? Aren’t you guys supposed to support one another because there’s no right and wrong in art?”

You rub your temple. “That was just a yes-no question,” you pause to look at his nametag, “Yang Jeongin. Are you usually this irritable?”

“No,” he sighs. “Sorry.”

You shrug, setting your art supplies near the easel in front of Jeongin’s. “Whatever,” you mumble. “As long as you don’t break things, feel free to come.”

Jeongin has been kicked out of every single club he joined after his breakup for fighting every single person in the room (or court) and almost destroying the baseball club’s bat, but that’s another story for another day.

For now, he just desperately needs a place to make him forget.

It’s been an hour since Jeongin decided to join Arts club, and surprisingly he hasn’t snapped at anybody else but you. Lee Minho, the club’s tutor, looks like he won’t give a shit even if Jeongin burns the whole room down and the other kids don’t even bat an eyelash at him. He enjoys pouring all the rage and sadness he has in him onto the canvas; it almost feels like a therapy.

Minho stops in front of him, examining his work before tapping his shoulder. Jeongin has no idea how Minho ended up in this place. One look at him and he knows Minho will forget everything everyone in this room says in 30 seconds.  “Now Jeongin, our newest member, could you tell us anything about your painting?”

Jeongin takes a glance at his painting (that wasn’t exactly a painting, just bold splashes of colors) as the whole class keep their gazes on him. He knows none of them actually cares and that’s what he wants: being honest without having anyone asking him questions.

“I’m just angry,” he answers. Minho nods, “And you definitely didn’t hold back. Amazing, Jeongin, but I hope you’ll feel better soon.”

Minho’s tone is almost nonchalant, but Jeongin appreciates the fact that the older boy doesn’teven bother pretending to care. Putting all his belongings back into his bag, Jeongin stops when Minho reaches you. “Your turn, Y/N.”

You clear your throat, stealing glances at Minho as you’re talking about the importance of small kind gestures. “So, if you’re wondering why you’re so easily annoyed by small matters, it’s probably because you never really stop to appreciate the little joys in life.”

Minho hums in approval and your cheeks flush a little. “Well, in that case, you opening the classroom for me today definitely made my day better. Thank you Y/N.”

You only respond with a small smile, but the look in your eyes gives everything away. You have a huge crush on Lee Minho, and Jeongin wonders when you will realize that Minho won’t return your feelings. Was his relationship this obvious too? Did other people notice that it wasn’t working?

Was he the only one who was blind?

Life itself is a rollercoaster ride, but the speed doubles when you’re in love: one second you feel like you’re on top of the world, but it goes down before you can even reach out to the sky. It gives you a taste of excitement, of fear, of happiness, but the moment you want to savor those feelings, the ride ends. Leaving you all messy and nauseous.

You love painting, you love getting your hands dirty as you mix colors and swipe your brush on the empty canvas. But not when you have a tutoring lesson in 10 minutes. Seungminnever likes it when you stain the worksheets he prints with so much care although it happens all the time and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“When will your lazy ass hand in homework on time?!”

Your brain registers that voice as Seungmin’s, but you remember e-mailing your homework to him last night. And since when is he calling you “lazy ass?”

“How did you know that I’m here?”

“Maybe it’s time for you to hide your Instagram Stories from me.”

���How much does my Mom pay you? Why are you even more demanding than she is?”

“Enough to drag you back to Busan and make you beg for her forgive—hi Y/N!”

It turns out that Seungmin isn’t scolding you, but the angry boy you just met. Jeongin mouths a quiet, “Ah so that’s where I saw her!” before turning to Seungmin. “Why are you only harassing me?” he quips.

You continue to watch them snap at each other, almost failing to return Minho’s wave as the latter quickly slips past the bickering—they’ve started yelling now—duo. You don’t know why you’re still standing there; maybe it’s because of the way Seungmin returns Jeongin’s snarky remarks with sass you’ve never seen before.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Seungmin.” You tap his shoulder to grab his attention. “I have to go home now.”

“Oh wait!” he exclaims. “I’ve been meaning to tell you this, but next week I’ll start intensive practice for our next baseball match and the schedule clashes with your session. Since you two apparently know each other, can I combine your sessions together?”

Jeongin snorts. “You’re in your last year. Why are you still in the team?”

“There are 2 reasons. One, nobody is a better pitcher than I am and Seo Changbin is desperate. Two, I want to do it.”

“When’s your session?” you ask Jeongin when he’s about to start another war with the older boy. English looks like an easy subject, but it really isn’t. You’re not a top student, and you don’t want to lose Seungmin. He’s a great tutor and also a dependable big brother you wish you had.

“Every Thursday.”

“I’m free on Thursdays, so it’s fine.”

Seungmin lets out a sigh of relief and pulls both you and Jeongin to his sides. “Let me buy you dinner, my children!”

Ten minutes later, you’re munching Subway’s meatball burger while listening to Seungmin’s so-called lecture about moving on. “Don’t force yourself to move on. What you’re doing right now will only hurt yourself more,” he says.

You prop your elbow on the table, watching Jeongin’s expression hardens as Seungmin takes another piece of French fries. Talking about feelings with your English tutor and a boy you barely know feels rather weird. Usually you just hop from a circle of friends to another without really being a part of them. Feelings never get involved, except maybe with Minho.

“I’m fine. I’m over her,” Jeongin emphasizes, squeezing his paper cup as he downs the rest of his Cola. “Can we please talk about something else?”

“What did she say to you?”

The idea of separation confuses you more than the idea of falling in love. It’s not entirely because of the person leaving you—you’re used to that—it’s about the feelings that linger. You’ve never been in an actual relationship, but you know about heartbreak all too well. When your best friend from the orphanage you live in got adopted, you felt it. The pain of being left behind. Then someone else left and you felt it again. Soon, it became a routine.

The exact same feeling, with the same amount of pain, but nothing more.

Jeongin huffs, glancing at Seungmin who nods in approval. “Nothing. She just said that she doesn’t like me anymore… which is bullshit. I must’ve done something wrong.”

“Is she dating someone else now?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Maybe that’s all there is to it. She simply doesn’t like you anymore.”

Seungmin clears his throat, patting your hand as a sign to stop talking. “How is that possible?” Jeongin counters.

Seungmin is now gripping your wrist, but you ignore him. “People get bored, Yang Jeongin. Even parents get bored of their children. I’ve seen people returning the children they choose by themselves before the adoption is finalized just because they don’t feel like it anymore.”

“What she means is—”

“You mean I’m boring and not likeable so I should just shut up because she was bound to dump me anyways?”

“Why do you always make conclusions before people finish talking?!”

“But you said it yourself! You, who don’t have a boyfriend or even a friend of your own!”

“Stop it, both of you.”

The tone of Seungmin’s voice, people’s stares and the suffocating silence that follows immediately shut you up. You gather your things, blinking your eyes rapidly so no one will notice that you’re crying. “I’m sorry,” you quiver. “Forget everything I said. And thanks for the burger, Seungmin.”

Jeongin’s words keep playing in your head as you’re catching the last train, and you realize that you have nowhere and no one to come home to.

Seungmin is already waiting in the library when Jeongin shows up. “Where’s Y/N?” he questions.

“Please don’t give me that look,” Jeongin dismisses him, opening his laptop. “I tried, okay? I tried going after her but I couldn’t find her.”

“We’re not starting until Y/N is here. I’m responsible for both of you, but you have to apologize for being such an asshole last night,” Seungmin states. There was a time when Jeongin thought being an asshole sounded cool, but now his heart just feels heavy.

“Have you ever been an asshole to someone?” he asks, almost too quiet for Seungmin to hear.

“I don’t know, does liking your best friend’s soon-to-be girlfriend count?”

“You’re supposed to be my life guru but you’re asking me this basic question?” Jeongin scoffs. “Liking someone is never a crime… as long as you don’t make a move to steal her or anything. Does this girl like Hwang Hyunjin? Or Han Jisung? But no way, Han Jisung only has eyes for Lee Chaeyeon.”

“Bingo,” Seungmin sighs. “And how do you know my friends so well?”

“Hi guys. Sorry I’m late.”

Jeongin looks up, meeting your puffy eyes. You look like you cried yourself to sleep and he makes a mental note to actually apologize to you this time. He’s not an asshole, especially when he’s had firsthand experience of being hurt (and dumped).

He quickly pulls out a chair for you, trying to make his intention to make peace crystal clear. “I went to sleep straight away last night. Sorry I didn’t do the homework,” you tell Seungmin who only smiles at you. “It’s fine, Y/N. We’ll go through it today.”

“I’m sorry.”

Jeongin cringes when he hears his own voice because it’s supposed to sound calm and sincere, not desperate. “I’m gonna sabotage the class for 5 minutes,” he informs Seungmin before turning to you. “I’m taking back everything I said last night. I know what’s done is done and you probably won’t believe me, but it’s not true. And thank you, for being honest with me.”

You glance at Seungmin who’s looking at you as if you’re about to burn Jeongin to ashes. “I’m not gonna kill him, Seungmin. Don’t worry,” you chuckle, and soon the three of you are laughing like there’s no tomorrow.

“I think it’s better if you find out now than later. Maybe it hurts less this way.”

No, it fucking doesn’t. Being rejected before you actually confess still hurts just as bad. Probably even worse. Does Minho hate you that much? Are you that annoying that Minho decided to straight up reject you when you haven’t planned to tell him about your feelings?

How did he know anyways? Was it because you baked him cookies that one time? Was it because you recommended him to your teacher when the school needed a new tutor for Arts club? Was it because you bought one of his cats a new collar?

…. damn. You were obvious.

Now, hidden near the parking lot, you’re crying your heart out—ignoring your ringing phone. Getting rejected sucks, but it’s still nothing compared to having a break down in front of other people. You hate crying in public; you swallow everything up and become one of the toughest students at school.

But you’re nowhere near tough, you’re just too stubborn and too prideful to let people see your true self.

“You’re really something, aren’t you?”

You look up—with bloodshot eyes and runny nose—to see Jeongin hovering over you, hands on his hips. “Out of all places you could choose, you chose to cry behind these bushes. You really think no one will hear you if you’re wailing here?”

“Shut up,” you groan. “How did you know that I’m here?”

He rolls his eyes. “I told you. Everyone can hear you sobbing from a meter away. For someone who wants to stay hidden, you’re loud.”

His face turns a little pale when you bury your face into your knees again. Jeongin crouches down, brushing fallen leaves on your head before cupping your cheeks. “Let’s go home.”

Yang Jeongin isn’t your friend. Well, both of you are in the Arts club and he’s also in Kim Seungmin’s English tutoring group, but he’s not your friend. You two just happen to have helped each other a little, and seeing that he no longer punches anyone or anything in his way means you must have done something right.

Yang Jeongin isn’t your friend, so how does he make you feel better with just a simple phrase?

“Why? Do you want to do something else? Cake? Movies? PC Room?”

You shake your head, letting him pull you up. “Do you even know where I live?”

“Nope.”

“What if it’s faraway from your place?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. We can still go together, can’t we?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Jeongin lets you lead the way, swiftly enveloping your hand in his when you start sniffling again. “Was this the first time you got rejected?” he asks, as if the said event happened a long time ago. He cracks a smile when you scowl at him. “Stop making fun of me.”

“I’m not!” He lifts his hands in defends while still holding yours. “Trust me on this, you’ll feel better after you talk about it,” he continues. “So go on, talk about his pretty eyes, his sexy thighs—”

“Are you sure you’re not the one having feelings for Minho?”

“…his powerful, soulless stare that opens the portal to another universe, his zero interest in teaching us arts because let’s face it, he’s a shitty tutor.”

You’ve been heartbroken for 30 minutes, but you can already see how it weakens you. The fact that humans can be so easily swayed always scares you, but you don’t want this moment to end. You want to stay like this, walking to the bus stop with Jeongin’s hand wrapped around yours in a tight grip and talking about nothing else but Lee Minho. You want to keep looking into his sparkly eyes as he listens to your rambles. You want to remember his soft voice convincing you that beautiful days will come soon.

Jeongin probably means none of them, but all the words he says sound like a promise, like a seed planted inside your heart.

Whether it will bloom or not, you have no idea.

Whether Jeongin is a rebound or a new love, you have no idea.

At least not yet.

grumpy: im outside

Nothing really happened during your way home. Besides trying to make you stop crying, Jeongin didn’t do anything—only holding your hand until you arrived at the orphanage. He played a game of soccer with some of the little kids before heading home without saying a word to you. No scolding, no snarky comments, no words of encouragement, nothing.

But now, standing in dark, wearing his pink Converse, he’s something and everything you need. Before Jeongin can say anything, you’ve run to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You expect him to push you away, or at least yells in shock, but he only returns your hug. When you begin to sob into his shirt, Jeongin presses a kiss onto your hair.

“The power that Lee Minho has,” he finally whispers. “He made our Ice Princess cry like this.”

“I never said anything about Minho. Were you really following me?” you croak, trying to look into his eyes before he hugs you even tighter. The moment you hear his calming heartbeat, he begins to ramble about how “ungrateful morons” like Minho deserve nothing but a middle finger. Jeongin whisper-yells all kinds of curse words he knows in your stead, occasionally rubbing your back everytime you seem to shiver in his hold.

When he eventually pulls away, you’re a mess. Being with Minho makes you feel light and giddy—away from your worries. Being with Jeongin makes you feel the exact opposite; he keeps you on the ground like gravity, reminding you that the world is often harsh and unwelcoming. Strangely, you can’t get enough of it. Of him. Whatever his real intentions may be.

“Why are you here?” you blurt out, chuckling when he fails to answer. “Do you pity me that much? Or do you just want to welcome me to Yang Jeongin’s Broken Heart Club?”

“Do you really like him that much?” he asks instead, sparkly eyes clouded with something you can’t fathom.

The question remains unanswered until you wake up in the morning, his voice echoing in your head.

As much as he wants to be good at saying goodbyes, Jeongin has to admit that it’s something he’ll never get used to. Whether it’s saying goodbye to his family in Busan after every visit, saying goodbye to his big brother when he enlisted, or even saying goodbye to a stray cat he meets outside his house.

Jeongin hopes the next time he gets his heart broken, he won’t end up this pathetic.

Seungmin is graduating today after getting into Seoul National University, living up to his “perfect, almighty Kim Seungmin” nickname. Saying goodbye to his English teacher shouldn’t be hard, but Jeongin’s heart hurts a little at the thought.

He spots you from afar, carrying a huge painting you both made the night before. Jeongin jogs to you, taking the painting into his arms. “I hope no one laughs at it,” you mutter quietly.

“I think people will be scared,” Jeongin laughs. “It’s a puppy wearing uniform for God’s sake. What do you expect?”

You huff as you enter the auditorium filled with parents, teachers and the graduates themselves. “And whose idea was that?”

Jeongin grins, putting down the painting at the corner of the room before ruffling your hair. “Mine.”

Your eyes light up at his cheekiness, and he realizes nothing scares him more than having to say goodbye to you.  

“Today’s our graduation day, and I kept debating with myself whether I should do this or not.”

Jeongin stands on tiptoe to see the stage better, gasping when he spots Seungmin standing there.

“Thank you to our headmaster for letting me do this.” Seungmin stops to bow at the headmaster, causing everyone to do the same. “I know I don’t usually sing, but I’d like to perform this for all of you: for those who want to let go, for those who want to start fresh, and for those who just want to have fun. This is First Time.”

Seungmin’s sweet voice bewitches the whole auditorium, including you. Jeongin watches you intently, his smile gets wider with each “Whoa!” that escapes your lips. At times like this, you look like an innocent child who only knows the beauty of the world.

“Kim Seungmin has gone insane,” he comments, letting his shoulder brushes with yours. You glance at him, your lips slowly forming a pout. “Why? He sounds good.”

Jeongin points his finger at another girl in the crowd who’s singing along to the song with Hwang Hyunjin, one of the most popular seniors at school. “This song is for that girl,” he explains. You widen your eyes when you let the lyrics sink in. “He’s… breaking up with her?”

“Are you kidding me? He has no chance against Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Where did you get this information?”

“The perfect, almighty Kim Seungmin showed up at my uncle’s house at 3AM and begged me to let him weep over his one-sided love in my room.”

There seems to be a lot of things you want to say, but now Han Jisung has joined Seungmin on stage. You cheer along with the crowd, singing along to the lyrics while trying not to cry. Jeongin averts his gaze back to the stage so that you could cry freely. He meets Seungmin’s eyes at some point, and Jeongin wonders when Seungmin learned to say goodbye with such sincere eyes.

“Do you think Seungmin will be okay?” you mumble when the song ends. Seungmin and Jisung give everyone one last bow before running down the stage, carefree smiles on their faces. Jeongin ponders your question, looking for the familiar ache he himself has been feeling for months.

It’s gone.

“He will,” Jeongin finally answers. “Maybe not now, but he will.”

“I assume that you guys know I won’t ever hang this in my room. Or anywhere in sight.”

Seungmin examines the painting you and Jeongin give him, grimacing as he tries to brush off the dry paint on the dog-slash-human’s face.

“Jeongin did that,” you retort. “Actually all of this happened because of him.”

“This will give me nightmares,” Seungmin protests with a huge smile on his face. This won’t be the last time you see Seungmin because he will always have time for a Day6 concert and so will you, no matter how many part time works you have to do in order to go. Even so, you still have tears rolling down your cheeks which makes Jeongin pouts.

“I can’t believe you’re crying over Kim Seungmin.”

Seungmin smacks his back playfully. “Awww, is our baby jealous?”

Jeongin flushes deep red and Seungmin yells at his friends to wait for him. “I have to go,” the latter says solemnly. “Don’t kill each other. I know how much you kiddos wanna kiss each other so do just that, okay?”

“I’m gonna kill him instead,” Jeongin mutters under his breath as Seungmin leaves. His sharp words jab at your heart, harder than Minho’s words and it makes you feel everything you’ve been trying not to feel for the past few months.

“Jeongin.” You tug on his sleeve, looking down when he searches your eyes.

“Does Seungmin graduating really made you this sad? He’s only a phone call away and he loves you more than he loves me and—”

“I didn’t like Minho that much,” you whisper. Jeongin gapes at you, pulling you closer to him as you fumble with your skirt. You lift your head up to see him trying to stop himself from grinning, tightening his grip on your wrist.

“Minho volunteered at the orphanage a year ago, and he still comes often now. When everyone found out we go to the same school they introduced him to me. And being with him was so easy. He was nice,” you tell him.

Jeongin scoffs. “Well, define nice.”

“Why did you stay in Arts club?”

His silence gives you more courage, so you look directly into his eyes this time. “I bet you wouldn’t last 10 minutes if the tutor was someone else,” you conclude. “It was the same for me. Minho never pities me although he knows where I came from; he never even looked at me in pity. That’s probably because he doesn’t care—”

“You’re right, he fucking doesn’t. The most soulless creature in this universe.”

“... but it made me comfortable. I feel comfortable around him. But I guess that’s it.”

“You, meanwhile, make me feel all kinds of things. At first I thought it was because Minho rejected me, but the more I see you the more I realized that it’s not just me looking for a rebound. You confront me, but yet you’re always here somehow. Whenever you didn’t show up at tutoring session or club meeting I became worried. When I don’t see you I’m always wondering whether you feel better—because you deserve to feel better. Your breakup doesn’t define you, Jeongin. Well, you like to cut me off when I’m talking and you’re really annoying sometimes, but other than that, you’re cool.”

“Minho doesn’t like me that way, and while it hurt I got over it pretty fast. “Losing” Minho didn’t affect that much, I’m used to goodbyes anyways. But I’m afraid that I’m gonna lose you, and I think that says a lot about how I really feel about you.”

You take a deep breath, your cheeks starting to blush as Jeongin only stares at you in shock. He squeezes your hand after what seems like an eternity. “I have a confession to make,” he declares. “I hope this won’t ruin things for us but promise me you’ll listen, okay?”

“I did pity you. I know you don’t really have close friends although you do have a lot of friends. Your feelings—or whatever you call it—for Minho were so obvious and it was also obvious that he didn’t feel the same. I gotta admit that made you look pathetic.”

“But I was even more pathetic anyways,” he quickly adds when you pinch his waist. “I tried to stop myself from doing… everything I’ve done, but I just couldn’t stop myself. I did happen to hear your conversation with Minho and I did follow you then, but it was because I felt that my heart broke along with yours. And you cried, goddamn it. I hate seeing you cry.”

“That was why I came to see you again that night, but you cried even more when I was there. I’m not sure if I helped you feel better.”

“You did. I slept well that night,” you say.

He smiles, causing you to poke his dimple. “I’m also afraid to lose you, Y/N. This is cheesy, but I want to see you smile everyday—especially if you smile for me. I want to go home with you everyday, I want to play with the kids at the orphanage while they tell me about how amazing you are. I like you, and I want you to be happy, I guess. And I want to make you happy, if you give me the chance.”

Both of you are blushing like mad now, facing each other awkwardly, but you don’t want to change anything. This is worth all the blushing.

The shyness eventually subsides and now Jeongin’s looking at you with a teasing glance. He pulls you into a hug, kissing your temple tenderly when he thinks nobody is watching. “Let’s go home,” he mumbles. “Together.”

You snort into his shoulder. “You’re saying that as if we live together or something.”

“Home is wherever you are, babe.”

As cheesy as that sounds, Jeongin’s probably right. The two of you found each other in the most confusing time of your lives. And in this big, scary world, having someone to come home to is one of the most beautiful blessings a person should cherish.  

[pips-fics]

ask: can i request a scenario when chan has a stomach bug but only the maknae line is at home so they take care of him?

this is my first time responding to an ask!!!  so exciting!  hope you like how it turned out :) 

——

tw: vomiting/emeto

woojin loved all of the members of stray kids a whole damn lot.  he loved each and every one of them, really.  changbin and minho included.  he loved them with his whole heart, loved them to the moon and back, even if they can’t whisper to save their lives, i love them.

“why don’t they ever shut up,” chan mumbled from the bunk below woojin’s, sounding very distinctly like he had a headache.

i love them, i love them, i love them… the mantra was on loop in his mind as he dragged himself out of bed at half past midnight ready to shove an entire pillow down both of their throats to silence them.

“what if we add hot sauce-“ woojin heard minho chuckle, interrupting changbin who immediately broke down into almost muffled giggles before continuing, “what if we add hot sauce to pancake batter and see who can eat more?”

when woojin walked into the room, the two were in tears laughing.  he cleared his throat and whispered (actually whispered!  can you imagine?) in a calm, steady manner.  “hey, idiots.”

the idiots went silent immediately.  their lips still wobbled with uncertain smiles trying to force a way onto their faces.  woojin sharpened his glare.

“it’s after midnight.  shut up, you fully grown brats.”

finally, the fiends managed to look remorseful.  minho rubbed the back of his neck, while changbin cleared his throat and spoke up.  “right, sorry, woojin-hyung.”

“we’ll be quieter!”  minho chimed in.  woojin nodded.

“what were you two up to anyway?  i thought everyone would be completely wiped after these pasta few weeks.”

they’d been promoting for two weeks, and had spent the week prior preparing for the their new album.  it had been practice nonstop, and then promos nonstop, woojin didn’t understand how these two had any energy left at all.

changbin scratched the back of his head and gave minho a side-eyed glance.

minho smirked.  “we were… hungry.”

“uh-huh.”  woojin was skeptical.  hadn’t he heard something about hot sauce and pancakes?  and why was there lettuce on one of the kitchen stools?  he shook his head, and went to the cabinet.  he pulled out some instant ramen and shoved it firmly towards the younger boys’ chests.

“make this.  no hot sauce, no lettuce.  you can hard boil eggs in it if you want, but do that and then go to bed after you’ve eaten.  understood?”

both boys nodding up at him, woojin remembered that yes, he did love them.  as long as they allowed him to sleep.

so back to the bedroom he went.  he opened the door slowly.  “chan?  they should be quiet now.”

the only response woojin received was a soft snore.  he smiled slightly as his eyes fell upon his leader’s sleeping face, visible thanks to the light from the hallway.  woojin couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen chan asleep before 1 am, and it was a relief, now, to say the least.

content, woojin started to close the door to their room, even more slowly than he’d opened it, not wanting to startle chan.  the door wasn’t even closed when all of a sudden a loud crash followed by a short yelp, and then another crash, sounded throughout the dorm.  woojin saw chan startle and roll over, grumbling sadly, and his blood boiled.

changbin cackled, minho sniggered, neither of them bothering to even attempt inside voices, and woojin gathered all of his willpower to avoid slamming his bedroom door on the way out.

changbin and minho must have heard him coming, socked feet all but stomping towards them, because woojin found them hiding behind the counter.  rather than speaking, he grabbed both of their noses and pulled them straight outside.  he didn’t let go until they were on the ground level, and the two younger boys were practically cowering.

“you two were really ready to wake chan on the first night that he’s slept in, what, months?”

the cowering intensified.  woojin reminded himself: i love them.  he reminded himself: they’re hungry.  he reminded himself: they’re crazy, because they’re hungry.

he sighed, and pulled out his wallet, waving it around a bit.  “let’s go find something to eat, you actual children.”

——

it was quiet in the dorm, then.  for another 30 minutes, it was completely silent.  

and then chan woke up, immediately and very  vaguely aware that woojin had done him a big, big favor.  mostly, though, he just wanted to go back to sleep.  he wanted sleep more badly than he could ever remember wanting anything in his life.  unfortunately, he was freezing.

head pounding, body shaking, and stomach unsettled, chan rolled out of bed with a sudden and stubborn conviction that he rarely got what he wanted.  this was reinforced when he realized that woojin was not in his bed, and neither was minho, greatly reducing his chances of finding a snuggle buddy to warm him up within walking distance.

he tried to settle for dragging three of minho’s numerous blankets back to bed with him, but he didn’t feel warmer.  he just felt more alone.

chan hated feeling alone.

so, even though it felt infinitely far away, he stumbled his way to the shared space of the dorm.  if he could just find one of his other members too cuddle with, he was sure that he would be warm enough to sleep.  there was nobody in the common room, though, and chan wanted to cry.  walking made him so dizzy, he was so exhausted.  his legs didn’t want to hold him.

but he hated being alone.

he got up, and his stomach did flips.

after a quick rest on the couch, chan was on shaky legs again, this time leaning heavily against the walls as he went.  he was looking for jisung, or hyunjin, or changbin - someone who would snuggle with him, no questions asked.  he tried to be quiet as he entered their bedroom, but he missed a step while entering and the door slammed against the wall.

someone (hyunjin?) grumbled unhappily, someone else - probably jeongin - whined while still somehow sleeping.  and someone shot straight up in bed with a gasp that was probably a suppressed scream.

“…channie-hyung?”  unsurprisingly, that was jisung.

“sorry,” chan mumbled.  his head was hurting worse than ever, and walking had made him nauseous.  all he wanted was… sleep.  he crawled into bed beside the younger boy.  “‘m tired.”

“um…” jisung shifted so that he could look closely at chan, then spoke quietly.  “okay.  why aren’t you asleep in your own bed, hyung?”

chan’s head throbbed.  he hadn’t thought jisung would ask so many questions.  “it’s cold,” he mumbled in absent-minded english, snuggling closer to his friend.  “can i stay here?” 

it took jisung’s sleepy brain a second to figure out that chan wasn’t speaking korean, and another to understand what he was saying. 

“yeah but-“ he could feel sweat seeping through chan’s t-shirt, “are you sick, hyung?”

“hm?”  chan was half-asleep already.  jisung put a hand on chan’s head and cringed.

“chan?  can you sit up for a second?”

“no.”

jisung frowned, uncertain as to what he should do.  “c’mon, hyung, why are you being difficult?”

“just wanna sleep.”

jisung shook his head, mystified, once again barely deciphering chan’s slurred english.  he decided to leave it alone for the time being.  anyway, it wasn’t like he didn’t get it - he just wanted to sleep, too.  and sleep was good for healing, anyway.  he’d check on chan again in the morning.

——

no more than 20 minutes had passed when jisung woke up again, this time to chan flailing wildly and then running out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him and effectively waking everyone in it who might have continued sleeping.

“what’s going on?”  jeongin asked.

“what now?” hyunjin growled.

“nothing, guys, don’t worry about-“ jisung’s train of thought stuttered as loud heaving sounds reached his ears.

“someone’s sick, who’s sick?”  hyunjin questioned, now out of bed.

“it’s chan-hyung,” jisung sighed, resigned.  “i’ll go check on him.  you guys go back to sleep, he’ll be fine.”

jeongin flopped onto his back, but hyunjin just nodded and leaned against the bed with his arms crossed, as if standing guard.

ignoring hyunjin for the moment, jisung went to the bathroom.  the door was cracked open so he knocked lightly.  “channie-hyung?  i’m coming in.”

he was not surprised to find chan, kneeling on the ground, shaking like a leaf, with his hand on his bare chest, trying to catch his breath.  more surprising was that felix was somehow already there, sitting on the ledge of the bathtub with his hand on chan’s back.  chan’s shirt was messy and discarded on the ground beside him, small hiccups were wracking his frame, and when he looked up, there were tears in his eyes.

“jisungie?”

“ah, hyung, why are you crying?”  jisung knelt down beside the older boy, who was crying harder now and making grabby hands at felix.  felix drew chan into a hug, and jisung gently played with chan’s hair until he jerked away from them both, dipping his head into the toilet.  almost immediately, a violent stream of sick poured out, all while chan continued sobbing.

“i think he’s missing home,” felix mumbled quietly.  jisung’s eyes widened.  he shouldn’t have been so surprised, really.  of course chan would miss home.  but still, it had been years since he’d seen any indication of homesickness, in stark contrast to felix, who often relied on members for comfort when missing australia.  but he and chan were so different.  even if they were similar in some ways, by virtue of his position as leader of course chan would be more quiet about his struggles.

“we should get him some water,” jisung said, nodding towards chan.  he paused a second taking a closer look at felix, who seemed a bit off-color.  “hey, you okay?”

felix nodded, but jisung wasn’t buying it.  thinking about it, he wasn’t sure whether felix got squeamish or not, but if he were to guess at this point, he’d say… “yes.”  or maybe “definitely.”

“o-kay.  can you go grab him some water?”

felix nodded again, this time more convincingly, and stood.  chan whined and jisung shushed him, shooing felix out with his hand.  “channie-hyung, he’s just gonna get you some water, okay?  i’ll stay here with you.”

jisung put a hand to chan’s forehead.  sure enough, it was even warmer now than the last time he’d checked.  unsurprising, considering how chan was acting.  it was unusual for the older boy to open up about anything that was upsetting him, even subtly.  jisung couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen chan express any sort of discontent, actually.

“water delivery!”  instead of felix, hyunjin came in with a glass of cool water.

“hey, channie-hyung, how are you doing?”  hyunjin walked in, offering a glass of water.  

when hyunjin crouched down and pressed it to his lips, chan slowly sipped the water, still curled close to jisung.  hyunjin looked at jisung awkwardly.  jisung looked at chan.

“where’s felix?”  chan mumbled desperately, slipping into english once again.  hyunjin cringed.

“he, uh, needed to rest for a bit,” hyunjin explained.  jisung wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but he guessed that meant felix had felt even worse than he’d looked.  chan’s hopeful expression crumbled.

“i miss him…”  chan whined.  jisung sighed.

“he’s right outside, buddy.  how are you feeling?  you wanna go to bed?”

chan made a groaning noise that was definitely not in the affirmative.  looking at him more closely, jisung knew why.  chan’s eyes were squeezed shut, and jisung could see sweat drops on his face.

“okay, c’mon,” jisung put a hand on chan’s back, helping him sit up over the toilet once again.  “hyunjin, can you get woojin-hyung?”

“right, about that…” chan retched and hyunjin flinched.  “woojin-hyung isn’t here.”

“neither are minho-hyung or changbin-hyung!”  jeongin shouted from the hallway.  chan vomited, then groaned loudly.

“feel… so sick,” he complained.  jisung squeezed his shoulder.

“i know, buddy.”

“where’s felix?” chan whimpered, coughing.  his whole body was trembling.  “want felix back…”

hyunjin made an x with his hands, shaking his head quickly.

“uh… we’ll see felix in a minute, buddy.  i miss him, too.”

chan, who seemed to be done puking, shuddered and curled up on the floor.  “hey, nuh-uh.  you are not sleeping on the floor,” hyunjin scolded.  hyunjin lifted chan up and in the process got captured by a koala.  jisung laughed, watching hyunjin flail dramatically and complain about germs, but relent immediately when he saw chan’s miserable expression.  by the time seungmin came back with a thermometer and tea, hyunjin was laying flat on his back on the floor, with chan laying directly on top of him.

“i’m not sleeping on the floor, i’m sleeping on hyunjin,” chan said, sounding content.  jisung snorted.  they were cute, but this was not going to work for either of them for a whole night, and both of them needed sleep.

“okay, let’s get you to bed,” jisung said in his most authoritative voice.  chan pouted as hyunjin sat up and wrapped his arms and lets around the younger boy’s torso.

“no.”

“hyung!”  hyunjin frowned at chan.

“where’s felix?”  chan asked, persistently, and upset once again.

“channie-hyung, i bet felix would sleep with you if you get off the floor.  or, off of hyunjin, i guess…”

at that, chan perked up.  hyunjin joined in.

“you gotta go to bed, though.  your actual bed.  or felix’s.  a bed.”

chan pouted, but thankfully stood up, leaning on hyunjin and jisung for support.  they led him to felix’s room, where they found the younger australian boy already in bed, apparently already asleep.

“what are you guys doing?”  seungmin asked, startling all three of the others.

“chan’s sick.  what are you doing?”  hyunjin asked, eyeing the younger boy skeptically.  seungmin shrugged, his face lit by his phone light.

“listening to music.  i’ll keep an eye on him.”

“‘m fine,” chan mumbled, stumbling into bed with felix.

“lix…”  chan whined, hugging the younger boy.  felix’s face scrunched up before he opened his eyes, squinting and reluctant until he saw chan.

“channie… hyung?”

“can i sleep here?  please?”  chan was begging, which was almost humorous considering how slim the chances of felix ever denying him.

“‘course,” felix mumbled, wrapping chan in a hug and petting his hair.  “you’ll feel better soon, hyung.”

meanwhile, hyunjin explained to jisung and seungmin that felix had nearly vomited after seeing chan get sick.  seungmin volunteered to accompany chan if he had to be sick later that night.  fortunately, seungmin wasn’t squeamish, and could speak english.  still, jisung decided to take changbin’s bed for the night, just in case.

——

when woojin returned with a sleepy minho and changbin, the dorm was silent, but they quickly realized that something was off.  changbin was the first to notice, mainly because jisung was in changbin’s bed.  he made his way to woojin and minho’s room, where woojin was just about to step into the hallway.  woojin raised an eyebrow at changbin and let him in.

“chan’s not in his bed, is he on the couch?”

“uh, no, he’s with felix.  and jisung stole my bed,” changbin pouted.  woojin smirked.

“well why don’t you steal chan’s bed, then?”  changbin nodded, too exhausted to argue.  minho spoke up from where he was lying on his own bed.

“i guess chan woke up even without us trying to make food.  we could’ve just eaten here.”  woojin could hear the smirk in his voice.

“yeah, yeah, i’m so sure.  you’re welcome for saving you not only from chan’s wrath, but also food poisoning.”

minho laughed and woojin smirked.  “okay, time for bed before you two get any other crazy ideas.  we’ll see what went on while we weren’t here tomorrow morning.”

[juminsmysticmc]

Could I request reactions of when (mc and rfa+v dating) mc find out she has an terminal illness and ask them to break up without tell them,she wants them to hate her so they do not grieve too much,so when they know mc already died, angst if you cant its ok ilike your imagination♡0♡

RFA + V with a Mc who finds out that she will die soon and makes them hate her to not make them suffer for her

Huhhhh why do you need to make me cry this much! I hope you like my angst, really…please tell me because I personally think that this is one of my best Hc and for the first time I’m really really really proud of myself! Have fun and don’t cry! 

Ps. I watched the Kdrama ,,Uncontrollably Fond’’ where the main lead (Kim Woo Bin) is ill, like Mc in this request and tries to find his old love just to see how much she changed but still loves her. And so the female lead (Suzy) and him go through a lot of hardships since she doesn’t know about his illness at first. I really liked the Drama, it was filled with emotions and secrets! And then after the Drama I found out that Kim Woo Bin was really sick after the Drama, luckily he overcame the illness, I’m soo happy! I first knew him from ,,the Heirs’’ and I didn’t really like him ( Lee MinHo forever haha) but now, ahh I like him! Are there any Kim Woo Bin fans? Now, enough talking, go and read the Headcanon for real! 

ATTENTION! This headcanon can trigger! Don’t read if you can’t handle the mention of: Self harm, death, illness, suicide

Jumin 

,,You must have seen wrong, Doctor.“ you snapped as the doctor told you about the illness you had. 

You were so young, barely 30 and now he told you that you were going to die? 

,,How long?“ you asked him. 

It wasn’t a long time anymore, you knew. 

The doctor told you to please go to the hospital to get treatment. 

Without any help, you would live about three months. 

You however took your purse and glared at him. 

,,If you dare to tell my husband, I will sue you and destroy you.“ you snapped with a trembling voice. 

It wasn’t like you to be like that. Perhaps the fear deep in your heart made you tell him these things. 

You walked out of the room and walked to the parking lot. 

With a click you turned on the radio and began to sob loudly. 

What should you tell him now? 

Should you even tell him? 

And then, you made up your mind. 

Once at home you had time for one hour. 

You decided to make a video for Jumin. 

In there you told him the reason for your lie. 

,,I‘m home!“ Jumin called as he opened the door. 

You smiled at him and hugged him. 

Our last hug….you thought. 

As you kissed him, you thought about your last kiss and when you smiled at him, you thought about the last time you could see his beautiful eyes shining at the view of you. 

You knew you were selfish but you thought it was for his best. 

For the next months the two of you went on trips and every time you went away, you met a former friend. 

You tried to make him jealous and angry. 

You didn’t only make up relationships, but you also tried to discuss with him about everything. 

Deep in your heart it was painful for you too. 

But for him you wanted to be in pain even in your afterlife. 

The third month finally arrived. Jumin still tried to hold into you but he wasn’t as happy as before anymore. 

,,You’re a big cold hearted ass, Jumin Han! Everything I cared about was your money! You know what? I want to have a divorce. Finally get rid of you!“ you yelled and rushed out. 

Jumin Han stayed behind and finally cried after a long long time. 

He didn’t know that you were in pain, ill and worried about him. 

He didn’t know that you hated yourself, that you didn’t mean it, that you didn’t want it. 

He didn’t know that you tried to protect him. 

Three months later Jumin tried to call you for the last sentence for the divorce. 

His anger against you was making him grow colder than he was in the past. 

,,Yes?“ a man responded your phone with a trembling voice. 

Jumin‘s jealously grew once again. 

,,Who are you, Sir? I wanted to talk to Mc.“ he said. 

,,I‘m-no, we need to meet up. I guess you’re her ex-husband, right? I have something for you.“ the man mumbled and told Jumin a place and time. 

Not long after the two of them met, Jumin Han was a totally different man. 

To get to know your cousin and to get to know the news that you died crushed his heart. 

The video he gave him, scared him. 

Even more did the sight of your crying face. 

,,Hello Jumin. If you’re now watching this video it must mean that I‘m dead….haha. How weird to say this. Today I got told that I‘m ill. Deadly ill. I decided to protect your heart and make you hate me. I hope I didn’t fail and that today, you won’t love me as you loved me in the past….I hope that today you’re not in pain without me by your side…Just know that I love you, loved you and will love you forever. Please forgive me. I did everything for you…believe me….“ 

Jumin Han couldn’t bear it anymore. 

He watched the video about three times until he finally decided to sue the doctor. 

Afterwards he spend all his money and strength in donations for ill people who were diagnosed with a deadly illness. 

And of course he spend his money on wine, a lot of wine. 

Three bottles a day in front of the television with your last video, a picture of you and your good smelling pajamas. 

Without you this man was broken. 

,,Mc….rather than spending these days in hate I would have loved it to spend good days with you….why did you make this decision…?“ he often asked you while he was crying his eyes out. 

Zen 

,,Ahhhhh so exciting!“ you giggled to yourself as you patted your flat belly. 

Since days you were feeling dizzy and had to vomit. 

You were sure of it, you were pregnant. 

You still didn’t know that you were wrong. 

You didn’t know that soon you would be confronted with awful news. 

The shock almost made you throw up. 

This time however you weren’t happy at your body’s reaction. 

You were scared, angry and helpless. 

,,But…are you sure that I will die?“ you asked your doctor as tears slowly slipped down your cheeks. 

,,Yes, I‘m sorry to tell you about your illness. We can however decelerate this. We need to send you to the-“ 

,,Sorry. But, will it help me? I will still die. I would rather die now than make my loved ones live with me in pain. Please don’t tell it anybody. My family can’t know about it.“ you begged. 

Without an explanation you left the room and walked back home. 

The happiness you had earlier disappeared. 

Everything but this, you begged and quickly your legs gave up as you began to cry. 

,,No no no no no no no no no please please please please please no!“ you begged. 

And now? You knew you couldn’t destroy the love of your life, if Zen would know about this he would be as dead as you….

That’s when you got the idea to just break up with him. 

You entered your shared home and waited for Zen. 

You deeply hoped that your plan would work out and that today would be the last day of your life together with Zen. 

Because you just couldn’t bear to lie at him. 

,,Hi princess, how was your day?“ 

,,Hi Zenny~ I saw such a beautiful young man~ why don’t you cut your hair? They are ruined. I think we should change job. We would be such good teachers for example ~!“ 

,,Mc, are you kidding me?“ he asked you and you noticed that his mood was getting bad. 

,,I just wanted to change you~ but I guess I failed. Just let’s break up…I didn’t imagine my life like this.“ you told him with an evil smile. 

Zen stayed open mouthed and looked at you. 

What did you mean? 

But he couldn’t react quickly enough, you already stamped out and left the apartment. 

Since then the two of you didn’t speak anymore. 

Instead you posted disgusting emojis below his posts to make him hate you even more. 

,,Mc…why didn’t you tell him…?“ your sister asked you with tears in her eyes. 

,,Do you really want to die without the man you love?“ she asked you as she held your hand. 

Finally your time came. 

 You were thin, you couldn’t even move a muscle anymore. 

,,Take…..the letter….in my purse….if Zen would get to know the truth….give him the letter…..“ you tried to tell her. 

She nodded and asked you to please stay awake as she took the letter. 

But you couldn’t stand it anymore. 

Your thoughts were filled with Zen and your eyes searched for him. 

In the last seconds of your life you stayed alone. 

All your wrongdoings came back to your mind and as you breathed your last breath, you said his name ,,Zen“. 

Three years passed, Zen tried to check several times your social media accounts but it was no use, as is if you had disappeared. 

Your family also behaved odd that’s how he came to know that you died. 

He was shocked as he read your sisters post and so the next day he met her. 

,,To be honest I did this on purpose, Hyun. She didn’t want you to know but…..well. Here, a letter from her. I should give it you if you would come to know about her death.“ you sister mumbled while crying. She got up, hugged him, apologized a last time and went away, leaving the young white haired man on his own. 

As Zen read the letter, a lot of things came to make sense. 

Zen read the letter a lot of times until he decided to follow you. 

His dream was to let you know how stupid your decision was and how much he still loved you. 

And so Zen died only four years later after your death day, thinking about you 

,,I want you to live, who are you kidding, Mc….I want to live with you…“ 

Yoosung 

,,RIKA RIKA RIKA RIKA! I‘m fucking annoyed! You only talk about Rika and LOLOL, Yoosung! Grow up, IDIOT! I will just go to the man who approached me yesterday. I‘m fucking finished!“ you yelled at the blond man who was tearing up. 

He didn’t even have the strength to ran after you, to stop you or beg you for forgiveness. 

As soon as you packed your things and left the house, you began to cry. 

The cold rain pounded on you as the tears rolled down your cheeks. 

The coldness outside was almost warm, compared to the loneliness in your heart which made you shiver. 

You were indeed a bad woman, you lied and crushed him without blinking, you thought. 

,,Illness…to hell!“ you snapped and got up and like a strong woman you entered the hospital to get hospitalized. 

,,Oh, Mrs Kim! Who are you writing again?“ the Nurse asked you as she handled you over the pictures you asked her to print. 

,,My husband!“ you said with a big smile as you looked at the pictures. 

Hair and chest were missing but you were sure, that everything would get better soon. 

,,Oh, he‘s in the abroad?“ she asked you. 

When you however told her that he didn’t know, her face froze. 

It didn’t take long and your situation got even worser. 

At some point the nurse begged you to call Yoosung but you never lost hope. 

Until one morning you died, alone in the white hospital room. 

,,Who’s that?!“ Yoosung snapped as he threw his head phones on the floor. 

How long has it been after you left him? 

After he lost your whereabouts? 

When he opened the door his hopes of seeing you got crushed. 

The nurse who was caring for you, was at his door and handled him the letters ,,She fought until her last breath. She was a wonderful woman who mistook one decision. I‘m sorry for your loss.“ she told him and left. 

Yoosung read the letters and looked at all the pictures you sent him. 

His tears didn’t stop and soaked your last letters. 

,,Dear Yoosung, you’re reading this letters while I‘m probably in front of you! We did it, Yoosung! We finally fought, I‘m healthy and alive, Rika‘s faith spared us. 

I deeply hope that you will forgive me, Yoosung because I really did my best in order to spare you from these hard moments. I love you.“ 

Yoosung didn‘t know what to do, the young man cursed you and everyone. 

He began to toss all kind of objects around him. 

Because this lost was a hard one, a loss which would leave his heart empty forever. 

Jaehee 

You watched your beautiful girlfriend as she served a guest with a big smile. 

You loved her just so much, you wanted to protect her with all your strength. 

That’s why you had to do what you planned in your little head. 

,,Jaehee.“ you called her after everyone left. 

,,Yes?“ she responded and turned her head to you, her beautiful long hair danced as she looked at you. 

Her beauty made it even harder for you to break up. 

,,I….I decided to move out. This shop…it’s a big burden for me. I hate it here.“ you told her. 

,,I would like to break up with you.“ you said. 

She didn’t even have time to respond as you began to throw away the cake you prepared for the next day. 

,,I HATE IT HERE!“ you screamed and began to sob. 

You didn’t want to do it like that, but the fear of your soon death scared you. 

Even more the thought about the fact that you will die while she would hate you. 

You left the shop sobbing and left Jaehee behind. 

You didn’t hear from her for a long long time. 

She never called you and so did you. 

The only one who knew the real issue was Jumin who was also by your side while you faced the hardship. 

Well, to be honest deep in your heart you wanted him to carry your secret as a payback for Jaehee‘s hardships but in the end it turned out that you just wanted someone by your side. 

,,How is she…?“ you mumbled after he let you slip a bit of water. 

,,Together with Yoosung she‘s working again for me. She cut her hair and closed the shop.“ Jumin said without showing any feelings. 

,,So my act will be in vain?“ you asked him. 

,,Sometimes it’s just better to say something personally. People think they can protect each other like that, but that’s not true. In the end they just get hurt deeply.“ 

,,You speak as if you’re not human, Mr Han.“ you teased him and had to cough. 

,,Mc, I said several times that I would pay for the hospital fees why didn’t you get hospitalized?“ he asked you. 

,,You did more than I actually wanted you to do….“ you told him. 

The next day Jumin came, he found two letters on your table. Unfortunately you fell asleep forever after writing them. 

A lonely sleep. 

,,Dear Jumin. 

Thank you for everything you did. Please give this letter to Jaehee. I want to see her a last time. And in order to make her come I wrote the letter. I decided to write you a letter too because it seemed more prettier. And besides I was so sleepy and wanted you to let her know right away. Would you do me this last please? If I‘m asleep, please wake me up~“ the letter said. 

Jumin Han shed a tear. You couldn’t see it or hear his sobbing sounds, but he cried for you. 

,,Mc had a reason.“ he told Jaehee when he came back. 

,,Mr Han I appreciate it that you want us to make up but-“ 

,,This wasn‘t my intention, Assistant Kang. I wanted her to rest in peace and you…to live without any regrets. Please read the letter and go to give her your goodbyes.“ Jumin told her. 

Jaehee softly opened the letter and read every word. 

Tears slipped down her face as she read your begs. 

To please come to visit her, let you see her beautiful eyes, smell her long hair and listen to her beautiful voice as she talked about the shop. 

For several days Jaehee couldn’t get a hold of her life. 

As she looked at the shop from the outside, she noticed that everything seemed lonely, cold and dark but when Jaehee remembered your letter, her life began to bloom once again. 

,,Please go on with your dream. Our dream, I will always support you.“ your last sentence said. 

Saeyoung 

,,I’m off!’’ you said and left through the door to go to the hospital. 

Since a few days you were feeling odd, you had headaches and felt sick, you also lost a lot of hair and your vision kept getting bad. 

You decided to go to the medical. 

Saeyoung knew but had no time to go with you. 

But your soon to be husband promised you that he would check your condition through the doctors files. 

Although you often begged him to stop hacking. 

Well, you could never be sure and that’s why today you had two assignments. 

Saeyoung although knew only about one, the fake one. 

You first went to the fake appointment, you needed new birth control pills, that’s why everything went by pretty quickly, the next one was the real appointment. 

Saeyoung didn’t know about this one, and it was good so. 

Because the awful truth you came to know would stay your secret forever. 

You looked at your tests as you realized that you were really dying. 

,,What did you say, doctor? I….I won’t live more than four months…?’’ you asked him again as tears filled your brown eyes. 

The doctor nodded. 

,,No, Sir, you must have done a mistake, there’s….it’s impossible!’’ you began to sob and cried. 

,,No, I’m sorry to tell you that the test is right. But if you like, I could make another appointment for you with another doctor.’’ he told you. 

,,No, no…thank you…’’ you mumbled. 

Deep in your mind you already knew that you were dying, deep in your heart you could already feel the sadness and loneliness. 

Your pale body would soon lay into the tight coffin, darkness would surround you below the ground, coldness will accompany you forever. 

You were at the end of your nerves, you were scared. 

What would you tell him, the man of your life? 

After all he went through, you couldn’t tell him that you would join V. 

Your hands began to tremble as you thought about Saeran who still was in a critical situation, Saeyoung wouldn’t be able to survive this on his own, he wouldn’t! 

,,But fuck…he’s such a genius!’’ you sobbed harder as you began to chew on your nails. 

,,This is all because I kept eating unhealthy things, because I judged Rika, V is giving me his payback for everything what happened in the RFA!’’ you cried. 

That day you came home late, Saeyoung was pretty happy to see you but you felt sick at his smile.

He was so happy and your happiness would vanish soon. 

,,Crap!’’ you snapped to yourself and slapped your cheek at your ill minded thoughts. 

Saeyoung deserved happiness…why were you like that?!

After that moment you noticed that you needed to break up immediately.

,,Mc….why are you packing your stuff?’’ Saeyoung asked you. 

,,Saeyoung, you were right, you will hurt me…you are dangerous….you…you are so…difficult to live with! I…I feel like dying with you! I…can’t I’m sorry…this is all to much…please become happy without me and look after Saeran but please let me go, let me live happily!’’ you begged and slapped yourself in your thoughts. 

Why did you say that? Why would you hurt him like that? You knew that Saeyoung would get hurt by that, you knew perfectly that he would be unhappy but still, your thoughts kept hunting you. 

He could be happy, you not, so why not hurting him?

,,SHUT THE FUCK UP I HATE IT!’’ you screamed and threw everything on the ground. 

,,I HATE YOU!’’ you yelled even loader. 

,,YOU….YOU! IT’S BECAUSE OF YOU!’’ you panicked and began to cry harder, cold tears dripped on the floor while a few came to touch your lips. 

The salt taste of your tears made you notice your words. 

You wanted to apologize, beg him for forgiveness and help but all you said was a simply ,,I hate you.’’

With that you left him behind, Saeyoung saw his nightmare in front of him. 

He tried to chase you but you glared at him. 

,,I won’t give up….’’ he mumbled as he saw you leave. 

He didn’t give up on his brother either and now he was together with him again so why should he let you suffer alone?

He knew that something was wrong and that’s why he decided to leave you for a bit. 

But perhaps he left you alone for too long. 

Because five months later everything about you disappeared. 

Nothing was left and the fear that someone could have harmed you let him tremble even in his dreams. 

But he never expected to find out about your death. 

It was as if he was trapped in a never ending nightmare when he read your doctors files. 

Every file said ,,deceased’’. 

Was this true? 

Saeyoung visited every grave yard and asked everyone about you but he didn’t find you either. 

,,Maybe she…she found someone who could hack too?’’ Yoosung mumbled as the RFA were on their way to visit Jihyun’s grave. 

Saeran went with them but abruptly stopped his steps as he saw a face he didn’t see for a long time - yours. 

,,S….Saeyoung….’’ he mumbled. 

,,Huh…?’’ Saeyoung whispered as he followed his brothers eyes to your grave, next to the blue haired man’s one. 

,,Huh…?’’ he croaked. 

,,No….’’ he mumbled and fell on his knees. 

,,NO MC! MC! MC! I’M SORRY FOR MY JOKES, DON’T….DON’T BE LIKE THAT!’’ the red haired man screamed, making everyone notice your grave. 

,,NO NO NO NO NO NO!’’ he sobbed harder as his hands touched the cold ground, digging into the dirt to save you from down there. 

,,No no no no she’s afraid SHE’S AFRAID OF DARK PLACES!’’ he screamed louder and tried to burrow up your grave. 

Only Zen, Jumin and his brother were strong enough to hold him back. 

Saeyoung could only read the sentence on your grave before his mind went blank, before he lost his head. 

,,The space dust of me will whisper ,,I love you’’ into the infinity of the universe’’

None dared to say it but everyone knew that he would follow you, but none knew that he would follow you so soon….

Jihyun 

,,I love you….’’ he whispered as he stroked your hair. 

You kissed his cheek and closed your eyes. 

Until now you never knew that you were such a good actor, you never knew that you could deceive people so good. 

But right now you were doing it. 

The truth was that you were ill, you wouldn’t be able to live as long as you thought and wished for. 

You would have to leave your boyfriend soon. 

You could hear your boyfriend mumble in his dreams while you observed him. 

You wanted to break up with him, to let him hate you. 

But you already knew that he couldn’t hate you, he even loved Rika so deeply…. 

While you were watching your handsome boyfriend you were thinking about a way to make him hate you and with thoughts about this problem you fell asleep. 

The next morning Jihyun got woken up by a loud thud and screams. 

When he went to check on you were throwing around his paintings and pictures. 

The man you loved didn’t dare to move an inch as he saw you destroying everything. 

,,YOU!’’ you screamed when you saw him, faking anger was pretty hard for you, you loved him after all. 

But right now your thoughts were filled with your deadly illness. 

,,YOU DREAMED ABOUT HER, RIKA! YOU DREAMED ABOUT HER AND CALLED HER IN YOUR DREAMS! I HATE IT!’’ you screamed. 

Jihyun was perplexed, he was sure that he didn’t dream about Rika. 

,,Mc, please, don’t destroy them…you will hurt yourself…let us talk…’’ he begged you. 

He didn’t knew how to react to you, you never behaved like this. 

,,Don’t dare, I WON’T!’’ you screamed. 

,,If I become like her, will you love me then?’’ you asked him with a scary voice as you approached him and scratched his arm with a fragment of the broken frame. 

Jihyun immediately flinched and went a few steps back, his eyes were filled with surprise, he didn’t knew what to do. 

,,Ah….what a pity….your mother died for you, huh? Such a vain…now I get why your father is like that.’’ you snapped at him, hitting his feelings really deep. 

You hated yourself for your words as you saw his wet eyes. 

When would he finally find happiness? 

When would he meet a healthy woman filled with love and happiness? Was this man cursed? 

But before you could care more you left the room, trying to get away from him.

To leave him alone with his thoughts about your ugly actions. 

You seemed to have done a good job because a few days later everyone from the RFA tried to contact you except for Jihyun. 

But unfortunately they were way too late. 

You crushed your phone and kissed with red lipstick the letter for Jihyun before you took a few sleeping pills too much. 

Your eyes slowly closed as you thought about the man you were leaving. 

You wouldn’t allow the illness to destroy you, in his mind you wanted to stay the beautiful girlfriend although you already lost this status for a long time. 

,,What?’’ Jihyun sobbed as he heard the news of your death. 

,,Yes, I’m sorry.’’ Jumin mumbled and looked at his best friend’s hand who had a big scar left. 

He hated you for your act but also was grateful that you left him without any more scars. 

Although the tall, black haired man didn’t know that you already left a scar on his friend’s heart. 

And so the young man was surprised to see Jihyun dead in the bathtub. 

,,Live for me, huh?’’ Jumin mumbled as he read your letter of good bye for Jihyun. 

The young man slipped at his glass and gulped the red fluid as he observed the place on his right. 

So, the two women he liked the most hurt him once again and even took his best friend from him, huh? 

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