#choi minho au

[thehereticdiaries]

Dead Man Walking Masterlist

⚝ You're alone at the end of the world. You're being chased by walkers. Right as you're about to give up and let them consume you, a kind stranger saves you, leading you to join their group ⚝ Stray Kids x Reader x Ateez with a focus on Chan and Hongjoong ⚝ Since this is a zombie apocalypse au, some general warnings for this work include: violence, blood, gore, and zombies (duh). Individual chapters will have more specific warnings. ⚝ Smut chapters will be labeled with ⚠︎

✧ Chapter One ✧ Chapter Two ✧ Chapter Three ✧ Chapter Four ✧ Chapter Five ✧ Chapter Six

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[mymoodwriting]

5.2k, android!Key, yandere, possessive behavior, alcohol consumption, drug use, police investigation, missing persons case, manipulation, loss of time, amnesia, delusions, adrenaline, rash behavior, kidnapping, needles, sedation, invasive technology, smut, fingering, breast play, penetration, vibrators, aphrodisiac, over stimulation, memory play, brainwashing, mind control (@starillusion13)

“Please, come back soon.”

Your eyes shot open and you took in a shaky breath. As you composed yourself you recognized your surroundings to be your room and the lack of sunlight let you know it was still night time. You reached over to your phone on the nightstand, checking the time. You groaned as you realized your alarm would go off in a minute and decided to just get up. Oddly enough you felt well rested, but this vague uneasiness was present. A dream you just had lingered in the back of your mind, but it was nothing but a blur that was fading away. There was no point in dwelling on a dream so you got ready for work.

What you should have been focusing on was your current case, and that’s what stayed at the forefront of your mind as you made your commute to the precinct. For the last week you had been investigating the disappearance of some individuals of interest. Unfortunately hundreds of people were reported missing everyday, but law enforcement rarely cared about those. Many were homeless junkies who probably just move to another city, or were later found dead of an overdose somewhere. Others were just average people who probably left without telling their loved ones. Or got mixed up with the wrong type of people. At least that was always one of the answers given to those who made a missing persons report. 

It was extremely heartless, but most officers had murder cases and high-end robberies to investigate. Except for this situation. You had been given a missing persons case, well, multiple in fact. These people weren’t your average blue collar worker or someone society cared little for, but someone whose disappearance was concerning. From the stack of files on your desk you actually recognized a few names. These types of people don’t just go missing, and there haven’t been ransom calls either. It seemed clear that someone was targeting the wealthy class, but that was the only real connection among all the victims. Many of these people never really crossed paths with one other. They all had different backgrounds, professions, and social circles. The only place these people could possibly co-exist together was at big events like a charity auction or gala. Which does nothing to help identify a suspect. You had very little to go off of but your boss was certainly pressuring you to find something since those related to the missing individuals of the case were pressuring him. You could only imagine the type of threats and incentives he was receiving.

As you walked into the precinct you greeted your coworkers, although a few gave you strange looks. You ignored them all, wanting to look over your case and see if you had any new leads, or new names to add to it. When you got to your desk you saw that it was a complete mess, likely someone going through your things, and clearly some files were missing. You wouldn’t be surprised to find out one of your coworkers wanted to solve this before you to get a promotion or some kind of extra reward. Some of the others had wanted this case, but it was given to you regardless of what your coworkers said. This was just childish behavior. For now you focused on tidying up and then hunting down your missing files. You started by going over the case data on your computer and getting rid of unnecessary things. Although before you got to the second part of that plan one of your friends came over, rather surprised to see you.

“There you are. About time you came back to work, how was your vacation?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been gone for two weeks. The boss said you suddenly asked for vacation time. He was super pissed but you were unreachable so he had to give your case to someone else. You’re gonna get an earful soon enough.”

“What vacation are you talking about? I was literally here yesterday and-”

You glanced down at your computer screen, finally noting the date displayed. It really was two weeks later, but those two weeks didn’t exist in your memory. You just went to bed last night and woke up in the future.

“Y/n! My office, now!”

“Looks like it’s time for that scolding. Good luck.”

Your friend scurried off and you made your way to the boss’ office. You shut the door behind you, feeling the heat in the air, he was certainly fuming.

“Sir, I-”

“I know you’re a hard worker y/n, which is why I gave you such a high profile case. So tell me why you ghosted me and took two weeks off! This case is time sensitive and extremely important! Do you have any idea what’s been going on!?”

“No. Not at all. I don’t remember what happened to me the last-”

“So you were out getting wasted?”

“No, I-”

“There are so many people with eyes on this case, important people. You think they were happy to find out the lead investigator went M.I.A and someone else had to start over with this!?”

“Sir, I’m also-”

“They want you dismissed.”

“What?”

“You abandoning such a case doesn’t sit well with anyone who was keeping up with it. They want you to turn in your badge and gun.”

“You’re joking, right? I have been missing for two weeks and you couldn’t care less! I never submitted a time off request and I have no memory of those two weeks!”

“What are you talking about? I have your request in the system, and I never even approved it!”

“Sir, please, just listen to me. You know me, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, but I’m missing time. When I woke up this morning I found out two weeks had passed, and I don’t know what’s going on. This could be related to the case.”

“How so?”

“Like you said, this is a high profile case, it’s not really a secret who’s working on it. I was out investigating last night, or two weeks ago, however you want to look at it. I was following a common route one of our victims was known to take. I was in an area filled with high profile people and then… then… everything’s a blur… I woke up this morning and that’s it.”

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m not entirely sure… maybe I was kidnapped and interrogated… either by the culprit or someone who wanted information on the case… then they wiped my memory and dropped me off at home…”

“Y/n, you know-”

“I know, I know, this is all speculation, but you know I’m telling the truth. I’m missing time, and surely my sudden disappearance disrupted the case. It’s probably what they wanted.”

“Y/n-”

“I can do a drug test. You know it’ll come back clean, and I can get a brain scan. Surely there would be some sort of evidence of my memories being messed with and-”

“Stop, y/n, just stop. Everything you’ve said so far sounds crazy, and nobody’s gonna care. Someone else has already taken the case, and you do need to be reprimanded for your actions.”

“I’m not crazy! Something happened to me and it could be crucial to the case!”

“You’re already off the case. Whatever you have, you need to hand over to detective Choi. Then we’ll see about a disciplinary hearing.”

“No!”

“No? This isn’t open for discussion.”

“I’m not crazy! Something happened to me and I went missing! But because I’m not some member of high society you all couldn’t care less!”

“You keep talking to me like that and there won’t be a disciplinary hearing!”

“I don’t need one! None of you seem to care about what happened here, so screw you! I quit!”

You slammed your gun and badge down, loudly storming out of the office. Everyone watched as you went to your desk and grabbed your things. Then your friend quickly came over to your side, stopping you.

“Woah, woah, hey,hey,�� what happened!? Are you okay? I heard-”

“I’m done.”

“You don’t mean-”

“I do. I quit.”

“What!? Why!?”

“Cause no one listens to me.”

“About what? You just got back from your-”

“No, no I didn’t. I wasn’t on some two week getaway. I don’t remember anything from those last two weeks. The last thing I remember was investigating those disappearances and instead of concern I’m met with disappointment and disciplinary action. So screw everyone, I quit. I hope they find those missing rich kids.”

“Y/n, don’t you think this is rash? Look, just go apologize to the boss and-”

“Can you do me a favor?”

“What is it?”

“If I do go missing, add my case to the others. I’m sure there’ll be a connection.”

With that said you made your way out of the precinct, not looking back. The adrenaline of the moment kept you going until you made it back to your apartment. You screamed and threw your things once the door was closed, collapsing to the ground. Now you could look back and reflect on your actions, realizing how stupid and impulsive they were. You had no idea why you reacted that way. Everything that was said just pissed you off little by little until you snapped and quit. In the moment that felt so good, but now you were just so confused about your emotions and actions. It didn’t seem like you at all.

Once you calmed down you got up and went to shower, needing to clear your head and process. The sane thing to do was go back and apologize, but you couldn’t do that, at least not empty handed. You had to continue this investigation without any information or authority. Thankfully you still had some case files at your place along with your own notes to look over. Although you didn’t necessarily need them. You knew where you needed to go. Back to where your memories ended. You had to admit you were a bit nervous. The last time you went out you lost time, a lot of it. You didn’t know what happened to you, and you also had no idea why you returned. To go back now, there was a chance you wouldn’t return at all. Still, you needed answers, and this was your job, even if it was just a moral obligation now.

You cleaned around your apartment and organized all the information you had about the case, getting rid of anything that wasn’t important and leaving it in your spare room. It was starting to get late and you knew you had to get going. The area you had been to before was only alive when the sun went down. You grabbed your bag and headed out. There was a strange sense of familiarity as you walked the streets, passing the same places again and again, although it was strange remembering you had been here two weeks ago and not yesterday. Things felt different and the same all at once. You kept to yourself as you walked, mentally going over what you had done before, and then you stopped. Where you stood was as far as your memories went. You had no idea where you went next or what you did. So you were stuck. You looked around, trying to see if anything triggered a memory.

“If you’re looking for a good time, you can find it at the Pleasure Shop.”

A gentleman suddenly approached you and handed you a black card with a luxurious letter ‘P’ on it. You examined the card and looked at the gentleman, a strange sense of dejavu creeping into the back of your mind. There was something familiar about this whole interaction. The gentleman kept a smile on his face, gesturing to a building across the street. You looked over and when you looked back you were completely alone. The streets were empty and the night was quiet. Something told you to go to this Pleasure Shop, so you made your way there. The building was very dull, it didn’t stand out in any way and was probably constantly overlooked. Even the shop name above the door was small and blended with the plain wall. You looked for a handle but there wasn’t one. Instead there was a small scanner. It wasn’t big enough for a whole hand, and too small for a simple finger print, but you soon realized it was the perfect size for a business card, like the one you had just been given.

You placed the card against the scanner, hearing the machine do its thing before beeping twice. You could hear something unlock and then the door slid open. There was a dim light coming from the inside. It probably wasn’t a good idea to enter, but something compelled you to do so. You stepped through the door, cautious with every move you made. As you walked forward the door shut behind you. Before things got darker the place came to life. White lights came on, illuminating your surroundings and your path. On the other end of the room there was a bar and a bartender, as well as a small little couch and table off to the side. There was only one seat at the bar, which was certainly an odd choice. You took small steps forward and then came to a stop. The bartender was motionless, and now that you were closer you could see the wires and tech on them, they were an android, and not just that. They had the same face as the gentleman who had handed you the card for this place earlier. It was probably a business tactic but something certainly felt off here, along with a stronger sense of dejavu.

“Welcome back.”

The android suddenly speaking startled you, making you yell and take a step back. They still hadn’t moved though. Although those simple words made you question something.

“… back? Have I been here before?”

You got no response. It was likely the android was programmed to say that to all customers and it meant nothing but now you had to approach the bar if you wanted any more information. You did so quietly, and took the only seat available to you. The android merely took its hands off the table, letting them rest at their side, not a word spoken. You stared curiously for a moment then a realization came to mind. You held out the card you had been given and the android came to life.

They took the card and scanned it, their right eye glowing a soft blue. They placed the card down on their side of the bar and turned around to grab a glass from the wall behind them. You didn’t understand the design as there was no alcohol visible and all the glasses on the wall were empty. Still, you watched as the android placed an empty glass before you. Although it wasn’t empty for long. As they slid it across to you it seemed to magically fill from the bottom with a mercury colored liquid. Your eyes went wide, and then the memories came flooding in.

Two weeks ago you had been in the area looking around for leads when you had been approached by a gentleman offering you a card to the Pleasure Shop. It sounded like some club, and you figured it was a good place to go and ask about your missing persons. When you saw the building you definitely thought it was some high-end place that was meant to be on the down low. Especially when you realized the only way in was by scanning the card you had been given, meaning this place was invite only, definitely something the wealthy class would partake in. You went inside, finding a place with no business and feeling like you hit a dead end, but your detective side told you not everything was what it seemed. You walked to the bar, realizing the bartender was an android with a familiar face. Probably some marketing strategy and budget restraint. You took a seat, asking the bartender for a drink but they didn’t move, which you found odd. Then you thought to pull out the card and explain but the android soon came to life and took the card from you, scanning it. 

Now you were intrigued, moreso when you noticed the layout behind the bar. You were very confused about the empty glass handed to you until a liquid appeared on its own. You stared at it for a moment, looking at the bartender but they were motionless, not even looking your way. You figured you should at least enjoy the drink so you picked it up and held the glass to your lips. The drink had a lovely taste, and you had it all at once. Just as you put the glass down you began to feel dizzy. For a second you were worried and then a breathtaking euphoria took over all your senses. You felt so at ease, and so happy, all your worries completely washed away. You nearly fell out of your seat, but you vaguely noticed the bartender holding you up before taking you into their arms and carrying you elsewhere. In the moment you couldn’t put the pieces together, but you were absolutely on cloud nine. When you closed your eyes you found yourself somewhere completely different and beautiful, feeling as if you were living in a perfect world. There was no pain, or sadness, nothing but joy and endless wonder.

Time had no meaning, not that it mattered. You thought this could last forever, but eventually you laid down on the beautiful meadow. The soft grass becoming solid. You suddenly found it hard to move, your entire body feeling cold. The beautiful blue sky began to fade from your vision, replaced by a white light hanging above your head. You shook your head, reality starting to settle back in, and you were trying to properly snap out of this daze as soon as possible. You soon realized you were strapped down on a table, arms and legs restrained. You tried to free yourself to no avail. You took in your surroundings, noticing your things spread out on a table nearby, and some medical equipment around. This seemed to be some sort of lab. Then you heard a door open, seeing the android walk in with a tray.

“Who are you!? What do you think you’re doing!? Let me go!”

The android set the tray down on a cart nearby, bringing it over. You could see a needle and some tech but you had no idea what it was for. Either way, you were nervous.

“I am the keeper of exquisite beauty, but you may call me Key.”

“Who’s doing this!? Where is your owner!?”

“I move independently and follow my primary directive. May I ask, what is a detective such as yourself doing in the area? Law enforcement is rarely seen in these parts. Does it have to do with the missing persons case? Record shows you are the detective in charge.”

“I was investigating! This is kidnapping and obstruction of justice!”

“I’ve never had a detective here before, but I care more for your beauty than profession. You are an exquisite specimen indeed, although I understand your career can lead to problems.”

“Exactly! If you don’t let me go right now you’ll have my entire precinct on you!”

“Which is why I have already taken care of such matters. No one will be looking for you for quite some time. That is enough for me to take care of matters pertaining to you.”

“… what?”

“I don’t usually let such a wonderful specimen leave my care but you are a special case. I must tie up loose ends and ensure you return to me.”

“… what are you talking about? What are you gonna do to me?”

“Nothing harmful. I take very good care of my things.”

“I’m not some thing! And I’m definitely not yours!”

Key grabbed the needle on the cart, filing it with some liquid before looking for a vein on your arm. You tried to struggle, but he seemed completely unbothered and managed to hold your arm still as he pushed the needle in. All you could do was watch the contents be emptied out into you.

“What is that!? What did you give me!?”

“A sedative.”

Key put the needle down, grabbing the other items off the tray. Now you could see what they were. It was similar in design to what he had, like a headset, but less complicated. He gently lifted your head and adjusted the device on you. It wrapped around the back of your head and stayed in place by hooking onto your ears, although a disc seemed to completely cover your left ear. You had kept up your struggles but now you had little to no strength. You heard this device on you come to life, feeling something slither into your left ear. You screamed and tried to shake it off you but Key grabbed your head holding you still. His right eye glowing once more.

“It is a momentary discomfort.”

You felt strange knowing something was crawling around the inside of your head, but you soon adjusted to the sensation, beginning to feel oddly calm. Perhaps the sedation was really taking hold.

“Good, now we may continue.”

Key’s hands moved down your body, and that’s when you realized you were in different clothes. It seemed to be a white hospital gown, although this one had buttons going down your right side. He began to undo them and open the gown, revealing your naked body. He took in the sight before him, seeming to enjoy the view as a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

“Beautiful.”

You heard a click and then felt Key pushing your legs apart, having them hang off the side of the table. Now you were completely exposed to him. Key unlatched a part of the table and folded it down, allowing him better access to you. Soon enough you felt cold fingers running along your core, followed by a little shock to your clit. You jumped a bit, still held down by your restraints.

“An exquisite specimen indeed. My data shows this would be a first time for you, I am honored.”

“No… no I…”

“There’s no need to be shy. A profession like yours would not leave you with much time to socialize.”

You felt his fingers along your center once more, and then one effortlessly slid in, coated in some warm lube. It was a new sensation, especially when you felt his finger start vibrating. It was a low thrum but a pleasurable one nonetheless. His finger moved agonizingly slow, as if he was being delicate with you. Then a second finger was added, the same wonderful thrum sending ripples of joy across your body. With two fingers he managed to go deeper, finding your sweet spot and starting to tease that. One sensation was piled atop another and another. Despite being exposed, despite the coldness of the lab, you felt warm. A little bundle of heat forming down below, slowly growing and growing.

“I have something more for you.”

You barely registered Key’s words, more focused on the sudden empty feeling inside you. Although that didn’t last before you felt something bigger against your core. You glanced down just as you saw Key pushing in his cock. He was slow and attentive, not wanting to cause you pain. The stretch made you throw your head back in ecstasy, feeling something indescribable. This was your first, and he was so gentle. As he went in inch by inch, you began to feel a familiar thrum, letting out a desperate moan. You felt as if he would keep going forever, but eventually he came to a stop, letting you feel every bit of him and adjust before he started moving. Of course he had such patience to move slow and steady, nearly pulling out all the way before going right back in.

Vibrating fingers began to trail along your body, making you squirm and lightly pull on your restraints. You still didn’t have much strength to move, not that you’d want to get away from this. As his fingers reached your nipples you mewled, feeling the vibrations tickling something delicate inside you. He stayed there for a moment before one of his hands trailed up to your face, losing their vibration. He ran his thumb along your lips before pushing a finger into your mouth. A sweet taste coated it and you couldn’t help but suck on it like a lollipop. You were starting to feel dizzy as he swirled his finger around before pulling it out with a loud pop. That same finger trailed down your chest, leaving a cold trail of your saliva before getting down to your core and massaging your clit, that wonderful thrum returning.

By now Key was moving faster, the vibrations stronger. The heat was only getting bigger and bigger, meaning you were so close to the edge. Key was well aware of this, yet he unlocked the restraints on your arms and pulled you up closer to him. You could see his face through hazy vision, seeing that satisfied grin still present. He kept a steady rhythm regardless of his pace. That was the thing about sex androids. Their stamina was endless and if you let them, you’d be completely at their mercy. That’s exactly where you were, having completely forgotten just what kind of predicament you were in. By now your body lazily moved with his, wanting to get as much pleasure as you could. He kept an arm wrapped around your waist, the other down between your legs before moving it away and caressing your face.

“Cum.”

It was a command your body had no choice but to obey. You felt yourself fall over the edge, throwing your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your entire body shook in his grasp, squeezing him tightly as he kept moving and the vibrations continued to shake your sensitive self. Not to mention the other sensations. You swear your vision went white, but it wasn’t for a moment. All the right things were firing off, overwhelming you with this euphoric feeling, but there was no coming down from it. The same sensation kept playing in your body over and over again for a good minute, as if you were going through one orgasm after another and another. It was a feedback loop of pleasure that left you with your mouth hanging open and drool dripping down onto your chest.

The feeling did eventually settle down and you found yourself resting your head against Key’s chest, breathing heavily and very overstimulated. He had stopped his movements, everything still, but he remained inside you. As you were coming down from your high Key grabbed your chin and lifted your head to meet his gaze. You couldn’t see clearly but a stupid smile decorated your lips. Now that you were getting back to yourself you began to remember the circumstances that brought you here. You tried to move away, but your strength wasn’t there, and the smallest move just sent tingles along your body, hitting you with just a fraction of what you had just experienced. It was hard to do anything, and once Key noticed you regaining your senses you felt a subtle thrumming between your legs. A shaky moan escaped you, still very sensitive after that experience. Yet, you had some sense of self.

“Wat… what are you… doing…?”

“Providing pleasure. You see when humans achieve orgasm, for that small little moment the mind is blank. No worries, no pain, just pleasure. The little device on your head is monitoring your brain waves with the intention of learning how to mimic that blissful state of mind. It managed to do so a moment ago. That seemingly endless orgasm as it kept those particular neurons in your brain firing. Of course it takes a bit to perfect, but we have plenty of time.”

“… you… you did this… to others… didn’t you…”

“My beautiful specimens need to be taken care of. My drinks are nothing compared to the bliss of a blank mind.”

“… why… how… how are you…”

“Like I said before, I’m the keeper of exquisite beauty. I don’t care for status.”

“… that means… others…”

“When I see a wonderful specimen I will have them. Although, when it comes to you, I need to do more. You have valuable information, and there’s something I need you to do for me.”

“… what…?”

You didn’t get a response as Key pressed his lips to yours. That sweet taste from before hitting your tongue and making your mind fuzzy. You were in too deep, and Key wasn’t going to let you get away.

You yelled and jumped out of your seat, stepping away from the bar. You were breathing heavily as the memories settled in, showing you the truth. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it, but every ounce of your being was telling this was real. This whole time Key had merely been watching you, silently. You knew you needed to leave this place, you needed to leave this place now.

“Sit.”

Key’s voice startled you out of your own thoughts. His eye was glowing again, and something inside you seemed to calm down. After a moment your body moved on its own, going back over to the bar and sitting down. You were terrified. Even if you remembered being in this place, remembered what Key had done to you, there were still gaps in your memory.

“Did you do as I asked?”

“… yes…”

Your lips moved on their own, and you had no idea what he was asking about, but you knew what the correct answer was.

“You quit your job?”

“Yes.” Your eyes went wide. “How-”

“And destroyed all the vital data from your case?”

“Yes.” You were starting to panic. “What does this-”

“No one will be able to track you here, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” Key pushed the drink closer to you. “Drink.”

Your mind was racing, yet your hand moved to grab the glass, lifting it off the table. You fought against your body, the adrenaline in your system filing you with panic.

“You… you… your responsible for all the missing-”

“They’re in good hands. As are you, now drink.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from placing the glass against your lips and tilting it up, opening your mouth to welcome the sweet liquid. As soon as the glass hit the table you felt dizzy, trying to fight against this feeling, but it was all too familiar, and comforting, and so wonderfully rewarding. A smile spread across your lips before you collapsed onto the bar table. Entering a blissful dream you wouldn’t wake up from again. Key watched on with a smile on his face. Another exquisite beauty for his collection.

[kevotsuka]

OK but if Marcnaia are Key & Minho, who's who 😭

After a lot of deliberation with the counsel (2 kpopers, 2 motogp fans and 1 otaku) we came with a conclusion:

Competitive whore x Competitive whore

Clown Babygirl x Clown Babygirl to

[maeleelee]

If you pick omegaverse: choose which group

[mlink64]

Intro🍼Step Out: 24 Makes 1 Team *A Stray Kids and Ateez (Strayteez) Combined FF*

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Strayteez's Tiniest Fans - What We Know About the Children of the Popular Idols

Staytiny (the nickname for the group's fanbase) pride themselves on knowing all about the lives of their beloved idols - public and private. The members are very candid with staytiny, sharing both highs and lows; but one aspect of their lives that the group (consisting of 16 members - Bang Chan, Park Seonghwa, Lee Minho, Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Seo Changbin, Jung Wooyoung, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin, Choi Jongho, and Yang Jeongin) remains tight-lipped on is their children.

Five members of the 16-piece group have young children - Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Seo Changbin, Jung Wooyoung, and Lee Felix. All have spoken of their desire to keep the children out of the spotlight, but they do occasionally share details of their babies' lives.

Here's what we know about the idols' kiddos: 

Park Seonghwa

Park is the second oldest in the group (behind Bang Chan)and is the only member with two children. His first child - a 4-year-old girl named Reiyun - was conceived via surrogate in 2020. The 26-year-old vocalist has been very open about wanting children since before the group debuted in 2018, as well as his experience with surrogacy.

"We had really just begun establishing ourselves, and it was tough not being able to be present throughout the entire pregnancy. But when I held Reiyun in my arms for the first time it was like none of the roadblocks we faced had ever existed"

- Park Seonghwa for Vogue

Since then we have been treated to a few rare glimpses into the baby girl's life, including an adorable guest appearance on 'Kingdom: Legendary War'(though her face was blurred out). Despite not seeing her much in the group's filmed content, Park has shared a handful of adorable shots on social media cataloging his daughter's life. 

Two years after the birth of Reiyun, Park welcomed another daughter - Tessa. The girl was adopted as an infant from Africa, and while the specific country has not been publicized, many Staytiny have speculated that Tessa was adopted from Libya or Sudan - both of which have been experiencing dangerous civil unrest for years. There aren't many public photos that include the toddler - who is likely nearing two years of age - but the few that the world has been privy to are beautiful and heartwarming.

Despite not posting many pictures of the tot, Seonghwa often posts on his stories about one thing in particular - baby Tessa's hair! The idol has spoken about how worried he was about taking care of his baby's curls even before she came home:

"It might seem like a silly thing to worry about to some, but I was so nervous! When I first met Tessa her head was shaved, but I know how important hair can be in developing one's identity. Even though she will grow up in Korea, Africa is where her roots are and I never want her to feel like those roots aren't important"

- Park Seonghwa for Buzzfeed

Several sources have indicated that Park has taken on a very active role in caring for Tessa's hair, even going as far as traveling to shops that specialize in braiding and black hair (a rarity in Korea) in order to learn how to maintain his baby's hair and skin. From the looks of it, this attentive Dad has it down, frequently posting cute shots from 'wash days' and his baby girl's latest hairstyles!

Staytiny (particularly international fans)regularly take to X(formerly twitter)to gush about the wonderful TLC the idol shows his daughter's cute coils!

"This mannn😩the fact that he wants his babygirl to maintain a connection to her roots is 🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾"

"Mother always makin sure  his babygirl's curls are hydrated to perfection 🙌🏿😍"

"I thought nothing could make this man more attractive, yet here we are🥴🫠"

"When he a ✨daddy✨ but also passes the 💪🏾dad💪🏾 test"

Kim Hongjoong

A testament to his hyung's parenting, Kim Hongjoong - the fourth eldest in the group and one of the group's two leaders (the other being the eldest, Bang Chan)- adopted his son Lukas around the same time Park was finalizing his adoption of baby Tessa. Kim adopted Lukas from Austria when the tot was around two years old (making Lukas around the same age as Seonghwa's first daughter). The four-year-old has already captured the hearts of the internet for one main reason - his fashionable Daddy is always posting ootd's!

Now, we think little Lukas slays in anything and everything, but Kim has faced heaps of criticism regarding how he dresses his little prince. The 25-year-old producer and rapper frequently posts shots of the toddler in skirts, dresses, and sequins - as well as other clothing items that are traditionally reserved for girls.

Despite the harsh comments he receives, Hongjoong rarely pays any mind to his internet trolls - but when he does it's always with a little sass and a lot of grace:

"When people make ignorant comments about me I always let it roll off my back because really don't care for those opinions. But what I will not tolerate is small-minded outsiders attacking my son for his clothing choices. I pride myself in letting him wear the things he likes regardless of whether it's ballcaps or ballgowns"

- Kim Hongjoong for Buzzfeed

Seo Changbin

Perhaps the Strayteez child we know the most about is Seo Changbin's son Hajoon - though, not by choice. Unfortunately, details about the idol's son were made public three years ago when Seo was caught up in a dramatic custody battle with the child's mother. Due to the group's rising popularity, the trial instantly became a hot topic once KQYP (the group's agency) addressed the public scrutiny surrounding it.

"With heavy hearts, we share the news that rising KQYP idol Seo Changbin of Strayteez has been sued for custody of his two-year-old son, Seo Hajoon, by the child's Mother. Though the circumstances surrounding the birth of the child were not ideal, KQYP has supported Changbin every step of the way as he's raised his son. We apologize to Staytiny for having to find out this way, as our intentions were to introduce Hajoon to the world when he turned three"

- KQYP via their official website: KQYP.Star

Though the announcement came as a shock, once Staytiny learned the details of Seo's circumstances they were up in arms supporting the then 22-year-old rapper. Through both official KQYP channels and news coverage of the trial, it was revealed that little Hajoon was the result of a one-night stand between Seo and the baby's mother - a controversial aspect of the trial that Seo has addressed several times since.

"I do acknowledge that it was irresponsible of me in the moment, but you will never hear me call it a mistake because it brought me my son"

- Seo on EK!News

Despite the circumstances of the birth, the trial (and the company) revealed that the young idol had been raising Hajoon as a single father since the baby was two months old; an incredible feat considering that Seo was actively participating in all the group's schedules - including hours spent practicing and producing, traveling, filming, and performing. Many, including the child's mother (who we are choosing not to name), were adamant in the notion that Changbin was not fit to be a father due to his busy life as an idol. However, the fact that the young star had already been the primary caretaker for years was a strong testament to his competency as a Father. That - paired with glowing testimonies from his Stayteez brothers and the staff at KQYP - ultimately led to the court settling in favor of Seo maintaining full custody of the infant.

"Changbin-ah is an amazing father to Hajoon! He's like a superhero, working as an idol while also raising a baby. Despite the challenges he faces, seeing his son is always his favorite part of the day"

- Official court transcription, testimonial from Jeong Yunho (fellow Strayteez member)

Since then, Changbin has kept his son almost completely out of the spotlight - and rightfully so after what they went through! However, he does post the occasional photo of Hajoon - much to Staytiny's delight. However, rather than posting more current photos, this self-described 'sappy dad' seems to be much more fond of posting sweet throwback photos of his son's earliest days - so cute!

Jung Wooyoung

Next up is Jung Wooyoung - the member of Stayteez whose adoption announcement was the least shocking to Staytiny! The 24-year-old dancer's love of children has been well documented, and over the years Staytiny has gotten to see it on several occasions!

Additionally, Jung is one of the only members with two siblings (the others being Bang Chan, Felix, and Jeongin). Both of his siblings are brothers - one is older but the other is younger by 16 years! Jung's older brother prefers to live a rather private life, but the idol is always posting content with his younger brother, whose name is Kyungmin.

Staytiny love the cute relationship between the brothers, so when KQYP Announced that Jung would be adopting a child of his own the fans couldn't have been more excited!

"Finally, this man gets a child!🥳"

"Woo is going to be the best daddy ISTG 😩"

"This baby gon be spoiled to the moon and back💖😭🌜"

"I can't wait for Woo to start posting a million pictures of his lil baby 🙌📸"

The 24-year-old dancer adopted his baby girl from China and her name is Biao - which means "little tiger". And a little tiger she is! The two-year-old seems full of sugar and spice and looks to be just as cheeky as her Daddy!

Lee Felix

Last, but certainly not least, is the youngest member of Strayteez with a child - Mr.Sunshine himself, Lee Felix! The 23-year-old Australian is best known for his deep, raspy vocals but that's not the only way to identify the idol! The singer and rapper is often recognized by Staytiny (and even non-fans) thanks to one adorable feature - his freckles!

Being no stranger to breathtaking visuals, Lee seemed fated to raise a child with looks just as special as his own! When the idol adopted his baby girl from an unknown country in Southeast Asia - she hadn't yet been named, despite being over a year old. The star has spoken of how upsetting it was to find the toddler sitting alone in the home's nursery, and that it was even more heartbreaking when he learned why - the girl had been abandoned and shunned because of her own rare feature, her big green eyes!

"A worker stopped me - insisting that I not go near the baby. When I asked why, the woman said she was bad luck because she had 'witch eyes'. Right then and there, I knew she was the child for me"

- Lee Felix for Elle

Naturally, the idol decided that it was only fit to name the girl after something that reflected the timeless beauty of her green eyes - Emerald!

Felix has previously mentioned that she was extremely shy when he first brought her home, but it seems the idol's positive parenting lessons have been paying off - as his daughter has grown as bright and vivacious as her namesake.

(We also love how Felix chooses to hide the baby's mouth for privacy, rather than her eyes - likely in an effort to make sure his little girl's eyes are always celebrated!)

Despite the different races, ethnicities, and backgrounds of the group's six children - their familial bond is undeniable! Plus! Not only do the kiddos have lots of cousins to keep them company, but they also have some pretty cool uncles!

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𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - vulgar language, mentions of sexual themes but not smut, most of the characters are warnings in themselves.

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐁𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I don't really use [y/n] so instead i'm using the name Eunyu instead! if you don't want me to them pls let me know! Any foul behavior by any charecter doesn't represent them at all! Other charecters in the story include: all of txt, Yang Minho, Moon Jaeyun, Jung Haemin, Cho Yoonsung (8turn), Nishimura Riki, Park Sunghoon (enhypen), Eunchae, Yunjin (le sserafim), Yujin (ive), Haerin, Hanni (new jeans), Kim Seungmin (Stray kids)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You and your friends never thought of expanding your friendship group, until a boy called Minho joined your art class, he was in a frat so you and your friends were weirdly but he was actually really fun! He invites you to a party and you all go to see what it was all about. When you were there, Beomgyu instantly falls in love with you. He want's to ask you out but is scared rejection will bruise his massive ego. He has a plan to try get over you...it's a really bad plan.

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I can read your smile - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 2 - 88

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

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Chapter 2 - 88

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Just as he promised, Minho messaged Crystal 2 hours later, letting her know that he'll be waiting for her in front of the library at 16:00.

That was great, since she had a later shift today. She was scheduled to work from 18:00 to 2:00 (or 3:00, depending on how many clients the restaurant would entertain) for the remainder of the month.

After her class ended, she made her way out and found Minho standing just outside, scrolling on his phone.

He was tall, she noticed, and pretty handsome. Not that it would make any difference to her, but she would always dwell on details, trying to get as much as possible from someone by their simple gestures.

"Hey. Did you wait long?" She approached him wearing her usual smile, the one she's learnt hard to keep on her face no matter how tired she was, how bad she was feeling, or what happened.

"Hello." He returned her smile, and she noticed he had deep dimples. He looked friendly.

"So... you still haven't changed your mind." Crystal chuckled.

"About what?"

"The price."

"Why, do you want to pay more?" He joked.

"Of course not." She snared. "But I just found it a bit... weird? That you blurted the new price so randomly. I thought you might realise your mistake and change your mind." She replied truthfully, and Minho listened closely to her words.

"Crystal, once I set my mind on something, you'll notice I hardly change it."

"Good principles." She smiled. She was the same.

"Shall we go see the apartment?" He started walking, guiding Crystal out of the campus.

"You're not going to kill me once we get there, right?" She joked.

"I've been found out! What gave me out?"

"Damn." Crystal blurted, and both started laughing.

The walk towards the apartment complex was a few minutes long, and Crystal couldn't believe it. Living here would mean no longer having to wake up at 7. She could sleep for at least one hour more in the morning, if not one hour and a half.

Let's not get greedy. She thought, watching Minho press the number "8" on the elevator.

Her lucky number.

Then, as they got in front of the door, she almost scoffed, because the apartment was number 88.

What were the chances?

"So, here is the living room. Common space, like the kitchen. That means you can come here whenever you want, no problem." He started explaining as they entered a spacious living room decorated beautifully. All the furniture was modern, and there was a dark green sofa and a coffee table right in the middle of it, in front of the big plasma TV.

"Looks pretty." Crystal smiled.

"Then, there's the kitchen." He continued guiding her, and the kitchen was just as modern looking. There were all sorts of appliances she wasn't sure how to use, and she found the room once again quite spacious.

Next came her bedroom, the door to the left of the kitchen, or the room in the middle of the house.

"So... it's a bit simple looking, but if you need anything else, let me know and I will buy it for you." Minho started, but when she entered the room, she noticed there already were all essentials someone could need: a closet, a desk, and a bed.

What more could she want?

She started tracing every object with her fingertips, feeling the polished wood underneath. When she reached the desk, she started searching through each cabinet and grinned upon opening the second one.

"Your friend Kibum forgot something here."

She chuckled and pulled out a large sealed pack of condoms. "Should we play?" She asked, then looked at Minho's shocked face.

"W-what?" He babbled, making the girl laugh.

"It's what's written on the package." She chuckled at Minho's flustered face and red cheeks and threw the pack at him. "I won't be needing this, but you can tell your friend I said thanks, and you can put it to good use, if you want."

He almost didn't catch the pack. Thank God he was good at sports.

"This is my room." Minho spoke after they headed out to the room left of her bedroom. The pack of condoms was still in his hands, and he didn't know how to discard of it quicker.

"Oh okay, we don't have to-" see it, Crystal wanted to say, because why would it be necessary? She understood which rooms she was allowed in. This one could've stayed closed - a mystery, if you will.

"That's fine." Minho interrupted her with a chuckle.

They entered the room and the first thing she noticed was how pleasant it smelled. Was it perfume, bodywash, Minho's scent, or a combination of the three? Either way, she took a few deep breaths in and enjoyed it.

Another thing she noticed was the dark blue walls – a brave choice for décor. Still, it somehow fit him just right, she noticed, watching his back as he was glancing around the room himself.

Despite being curious, Crystal refrained from touching the objects in Minho's room, from leaving her fingerprints out on every piece of furniture. He had lots of trophies and medals he must've collected throughout the years by participating in lots of competitions on the shelves on the right and left side of the room, and his desk was as tidy as hers. She would've changed the pen order by colour, she enjoyed seeing them blue, red and green, but Minho put the red pen first – how daring.

"I have my own bathroom in here, so I probably won't use the one in the hallway at all." He said all of a sudden, starting to walk towards it and guiding Crystal.

She wanted to ask him about the competitions - what sport was he playing, to have all those medals and trophies? How did he earn them? Was it difficult?

Still, she didn't. She simply followed him to see his bathroom. It had a tub.

She never took a bath in the tub, as she only had access to showers, and that's what living in small spaces gives you.

Maybe the bathroom I can use would have a tub as well, and I would take one? Her first proper 50-minute bath, with a bath bomb, and lots of bubbles, and a glass of champagne maybe, just as she used to see in the movies, back when she still had time to watch them.

"Your room is pretty." Crystal concluded as they made their way out and walked towards the last room that went unchecked - the bathroom on the hallway. It was a smaller one, and had a shower.

Guess not.

"So, what do you think of the house?" Minho asked with a smile in a friendly manner.

"I like it." Crystal smiled as well. "It's truly beautiful."

"Will you live with me, then?"

"150$ a month?" Crystal asked, wanting him to confirm one last time that he's not somehow cheating her or making fun of her in any cruel, ill-mannered way. She still couldn't understand why he lowered the price so much.

"150$ a month." He confirmed.

"Okay. Yes."

"Great! When are you moving in?"

"Whenever it's convenient to you..."

"Any time works for me. Today, tomorrow..."

"Oh, I have to go to work today, but maybe tomorrow after Uni?"

"Tomorrow is a Saturday." Minho chuckled.

"Oh. Right." She chuckled as well. God bless the weekend. When she got hired at the small restaurant, her only request was to have the weekends free. She would overwork herself up to the point of exhaustion during the week, but then she could spend Saturday and Sunday lazing around in bed, getting her strength back. "If you have plans tomorrow evening, I could come by on Sunday-"

"Tomorrow sounds good." Minho cut her off. No point in worrying about small details. He's got no plans anyway. "Do you need help with your things? I have a car."

"Thank you, but I'm okay. I only have a luggage and a few bags, I'll be fine." Crystal refused.

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The next morning, Crystal woke up late. Saturday was one of the only two days she could sleep in, and she took full advantage of the fact.

She lazily got out of bed and looked around her room, noting that she would have to start packing after breakfast.

Breakfast. What a funny word. Break fast. Take a break, fast. Was all she could think about, because it was indeed something she'd eat on the go quickly, if she would eat it at all.

Saturday and Sunday were the only days of the week where she allowed herself to eat in the morning, afternoon, and evening. The rest of the week, she would skip breakfast, have her apple at lunch and eat something in the restaurant if it wasn't too busy.

Budgeting, was what she called it. She couldn't spend so much money on food, when all she had left after paying rent was 200-something $ to keep her till the end of the month. With this new arrangement with Minho, she's going to have 50$ more, which will make a difference.

The apple at school was sort of a compromise in itself, the only thing that made her push through the day and give her an energy boost to keep going. And it was cheap. Then, she would eat something at the restaurant during her first break, at about 10 PM, and that's how she managed to not feel so hungry at Uni. When night becomes day (as it did for her, working until 3 AM most nights, especially lately), the body starts to adjust. It was a consistent schedule she's been keeping up with for the past 2 years, ever since she started University, and she got used to not eating otherwise.

It only gets tough when her schedule changes. Some weeks she's working 18:00-2:00, other weeks she's working 16:00-12:00. She prefers the latter, it means she gets more time to sleep, but it messes up with her mealtimes.

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After eating some cereal (not a good meal to start your day with - messes up the blood sugar!), she shot Minho a text asking him if she could still come later today.

He replied almost immediately that yes, he'd be home waiting for her, so she started lazily packing everything she owned: not much, a small plane-size luggage with clothes, a backpack full of books, her laptop and her chargers, and a bag with a few items that didn't fit anywhere else: her toothbrush, toothpaste, shower gel, shampoo, a few other empty notebooks she bought but didn't get around to using.

She walked around the small one-bedroom apartment she called hers the past 2 years and sighed deeply. Once she walked out, she would never set foot in this place again, and it felt weird.

She so badly wanted a place to call home that she wouldn't be forced to leave like this, but she was yet to find it.

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~Minho's POV~

"Hey!" I opened the door and greeted Crystal, taking the small luggage and bag from her hands.

"Hello, thanks for waiting for me." She smiled.

"Of course. How are you, Crystal? Had a great time packing?"

"Oh, yes, it's just the dream to pack and move out." She chuckled, then walked in and took off her jacket, a bit too thin for the March weather. It was sunny during the day, but evenings tended to get a bit cold.

"Where's the rest of your stuff? Are you getting them later?" I asked. She furrowed her brows at first, but then a reassuring smile took over her features as she replied.

"I brought everything I needed." Was what she said. She meant that this was all she had, and I felt stupid for even asking.

"Did you have dinner yet?" I asked her, and she shook her head no. "Want to order something?"

"I'm good, thanks." She smiled again. "I'm gonna go unpack."

She headed to her room, and I watched her drag the small luggage inside. How many clothes could one fit in there, I wondered? Clearly not that many.

I decided to go ahead and order food for both of us anyway, even if she said she didn't want any. It's not good to skip meals.

But what did she like?

I ended up ordering some fried chicken, some pizza and some noodles; she must like something, right?

After everything arrived, I went to her room and knocked.

"Yes, come in." She shouted, so I opened the door. She was sitting at the desk and arranging some pens and pencils on it. Everything was already neatly placed. Her laptop was opened, and she was listening to some soft tunes I didn't recognise.

"What's up?" She asked with a smile. I noticed she tended to smile a lot, but I still couldn't figure out if it was genuine, or just polite.

"Come and eat with me."

"What, did you order something after all?"

"Yea." I nodded, and she smiled again.

"Okay." She stood up and headed to her closet, pulling out a small envelope. "How much do I owe you?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"How much did you pay?" She asked again.

"Oh. Ohhh." It clicked. It was unusual for me to think of stuff like this. With my friends, we never keep count of who pays for what, or how much. We don't keep tabs. Plus, I thought it was obvious that I was going to treat her tonight, to celebrate becoming roommates.

She smiled again, and I felt stupid once more. Was that why she refused ordering food in the first place? Did she think I was going to make her pay?

"It's on me. Let's go!" I returned her smile and simply turned around and headed to the kitchen, not giving her the chance to argue with me.

Thankfully she followed.

"Woah, how much food did you get?!" Her eyes grew big seeing all the boxes on the table.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything..." I scratched my nape nervously, and she burst out into a small laugh.

"This is not a little bit!" She continued laughing. I felt a bit embarrassed, but we both sat down at the kitchen table and started opening up the food. Crystal reached out to the noodles first.

"Hmm, these are good. Want some?" She asked after taking a few bites, and she handed me the noodle box.

"Yes, thank you!" I exclaimed and grabbed it from her, unconsciously using the same chopsticks she used.

She didn't seem to mind, as she continued eating unbothered once I gave the noodles back.

We then moved over to the chicken, each of us grabbing a drumstick.

"So, you're in Taemin's business class, hm?" I asked. She must've been smart as heck to get in. It was a really difficult, high-demanding program and many people fought for a place in it. I knew it well, it was a struggle even for me, and I had all the time in the world to study for the entrance exam.

"Yea. He was late the first day and was so embarrassed when he walked in-" she laughed.

"Oh, I remember that! He overslept, poor guy."

"Anyways," Crystal laughed a bit more, remembering, "he was super confused and didn't know where to sit, so he just stood there, in front of the class, and squinted his eyes trying to find a free seat. The professor got so annoyed with him, he told him 'Boy! Can't you see the empty seat in 4th row next to the window?! Sit down at once!' And poor Taemin started running towards the seat, and tripped and fell!" She continued laughing, making me laugh as well.

She had a way of telling things - maybe the tone of her voice - that made you want to keep listening.

"So, your seat is 4th row next to the window?" I asked.

"It was. Now we're sitting in the middle row."

"What a dumbass he is sometimes – how can he fall like that the first day?" I laughed.

"Right? Poor him, he was red in the face when he got up. It took everything in my power to not burst out laughing."

"So that's how you got stuck with him." I said, after we both calmed down a bit.

"Yea. What about you, how did you two meet?"

"Our parents are good friends."

"Boring." She said, grinning.

"Certainly not as entertaining as your story."

She nodded and took out a pizza slice.

"What about you, Minho, what are you majoring in?"

"Business as well. I'm in the 4th year."

"Oh, really? I had no idea!" She exclaimed surprised. "That would make you my senior, no?"

"Indeed, my junior. If you need any help from your senior..."

"Right, I'll make sure to ask." She chuckled.

I liked her personality so far.

"Okay, I had enough dinner. I'm gonna burst." She said, placing her hands on her stomach and rubbing it gently.

"I think I ordered too much after all. You were right." I tilted my head, then looked at her.

"And I think I have a food baby. I'm always right, by the way."

We both started laughing again and just looked at the mess around.

"Wanna drink something and maybe watch a movie?" I asked her. It was Saturday night after all.

"I'd like that." She smiled. "Should we clean up now?" She pointed to the now empty boxes on the table.

"Nah, we'll do it tomorrow. Let's go!" I stood up and grabbed a few beers from the fridge, then went to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"Here." I opened a can and handed it to her, and she drank a big sip.

"So, what are the trophies in your room for?" She asked out of the blue after sitting down herself.

"Oh, those?" I laughed. "From all sorts of sports competitions. Most of them from football, some from swimming, golf, baseball..."

"You play a lot of sports!" She took another sip. "Is football your favourite?

"Yea." I nodded.

"That's great. Do you also play in the Uni team?"

"I'm the captain." I sipped my beer as well.

To that, she seemed shocked. Her eyes got big, and then her lips erupted into a big grin.

"Woah, there's a celebrity around me, then!" She chuckled.

I couldn't believe she didn't know. Not to be cocky, but everyone knows the members. We are quite the popular bunch in Uni, but maybe she wasn't that interested in sports.

"Do you have lots of secret admirers?" She grinned again.

"You should see what February 14th was like." I answered in horror, remembering just how many chocolates I received - must've been in the hundreds.

"You must go on a lot of dates then." She laughed. "Putting your friend's – Kibum? – gift to good use, after all."

"Not really, no." I shook my head and cursed Kibum silently for leaving behind that pack of condoms. "Anyways, what about you, Crystal? Do you like any sports?"

"I haven't really done any." She shrugged. "I never swam, for example."

"Never?!" I exclaimed, surprised.

"Mhm. I don't get how you can hold your head above water. Swimming pools scare the shit out of me, and I've never been to the sea, but that seems ever scarier." She shuddered.

"You've never been to the sea?!" I exclaimed again, genuinely shocked. We didn't live that far away.

"Nope. Am I missing out?" She chuckled.

"Big time! We must go."

"Yea?"

"Yes! Like, right now! We'd get there in 2 hours-"

"Don't be silly." She laughed and took another sip of her beer. "It's 10 PM, and we drank."

"Fuck, right. Then, tomorrow! Let's go tomorrow when we wake up!" I said excitedly, already thinking of all the nice beaches and restaurants we could visit the next day.

"I have an exam on Monday. Maybe another time." She smiled again and I didn't push any further, despite being a bit disappointed.

We drank for a bit more and kept on talking, when she eventually said she feels tired and will go to sleep.

I also went to bed, and when I woke up the next morning, the house was spotless, and she was gone.

She cleaned up the kitchen and living room and wiped down all the surfaces; you wouldn't even be able to tell anyone actually spent time there the night before, eating and drinking.

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

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MY ROOMMATE IS A GOD (LITERALLY)

CHAPTER 1 - that’s not very christian of you!!

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≪ PROLOGUE • masterlist • NEXT ≫

SUMMARY: on a normal day, you’d see jungwon in his apartment on his own. today’s not a normal day, since he has a college senior (the minor god he summoned with a prayer and some holy water) and his best friend (a demon) living with him. it’s even weirder that they’re fighting for his love, or rather, his soul.

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AN: for someone who references furries so much I sure know nothing about them!

TAGLIST: @enhacolor, @sunseeking-cryptid (open, ask to be added)

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Dead Man Walking: Chapter Four

Chapter Summary: Your group has to figure out what to do about the men that hurt San and Hyunjin

Warnings: Uhhhh none that I can think of, this is a plot building chapter, lmk if i should add any

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After a tense dinner, you and Wooyoung met with your leaders in their office. The two of you sat on the couch under the scrutinizing eye of Hongjoong while Chris paced by the desk.

“The run group was ambushed by a group of ten men. It could be a coincidence, but it sounds too similar to the group that attacked you. Do you remember what any of them looked like?” Hongjoong crossed his arms, head tilted as he observed you. 

“Hmm,” you rested your elbows on your knees, brows creased in concentration. “It was dark. I only got a good look at the man that tried to grab me. He was a younger guy, not much older than me. He was tall, maybe even taller than Yunho and Mingi. Shoulder length hair, either dark brown or black, and very greasy. He wore a necklace with what looked like a mix of human and canine teeth. And a diamond tattoo under his left eye.”

“Oh, shit,” Wooyoung swore, running a hand down his face. Your heart dropped at the exhaustion that washed over him. 

“No no no, please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say,” you pleaded even though you knew it was useless.

“That’s the guy that shot Hyunjin and cut San,” Wooyoung confirmed your fears. You dropped your face to your hands, squeezing your eyes shut beneath your palms.

“Fuck!” Chan snarled, knocking the small desk lamp into the wall. He stormed over to stand in front of Wooyoung. “They didn’t follow you, right?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I checked behind us every couple seconds. It looked like the psycho with the tooth necklace wanted to, but one of the older guys in the group stopped him.”

“Wait, Seungmin said San knocked that guy out,” Chan recalled with furrowed brows.

“I don’t know, dude,” Wooyoung shrugged. “I guess he was just laid out for a minute, not fully unconscious.”

“Alright,” Hongjoong sighed heavily. “This is a major issue. Chan and I will start figuring out a game-plan, we’ll talk with everyone tomorrow. Go get some rest.” Once your footsteps faded, the co-leaders stood on opposite sides of the desk to pour over their maps.

“What are we supposed to do about this, Chan? We don’t even know how many of them there are, where their base is, nothing,” he looked up at the older man with thinly veiled panic in his eyes. Chris gave nothing away with his expression, hiding behind a mask of stone.

“There’s no other choice, we’re gonna have to scout them out. Don’t give me that look, Hongjoong, I don’t like it either. But we need to get a handle on the situation before their group shows up on our front step.” Chan was right, Hongjoong knew he was, but the idea made him sick. Two of their members were already hurt. He didn’t want to risk anyone else.

“We can’t make that decision on our own. We’re putting everyone at risk by doing this,” Hongjoong insisted. 

“We’ll have a meeting tomorrow after lunch.”

You didn’t sleep. You glued yourself to Hyunjin’s side, watching his breathing and pulse like a hawk. You didn’t join the others for breakfast, your food being brought to you by Yeosang. As the hours ticked by, your mind wandered to the men that you’d encountered twice now. What would happen if they found your base? Would it be another massacre? Would you be forced to watch the sadistic bastards kill those you cared about again?

“He’s not awake yet?” A voice at your door jolted you from your disturbing thoughts. Jeongin rushed to the desk, cupping Hyunjin’s cheeks and knocking your hand from his neck.

“Jeongin –”

“Don’t use that voice with me, I’m not a child.” He glared at you, but you were way too tired to argue with him.

“I know you’re not, but –”

“No! No ‘but’, why isn’t he awake yet?!” Irritation boiled under your skin, pushing the fatigue out of your mind.

“Interrupt me one more fucking time, Jeongin, and I swear to god you will not be allowed to step foot in this room again.” He snapped his jaw shut and a muscle twitched in his neck. His nails dug into his palms where they hung by his sides. “Hyunjin lost a lot of blood. Combine that with the pain of having the bullet removed, I’m not surprised he went into shock. What matters now is that he's stable. Our bodies heal best while we sleep. I honestly don’t expect him to wake up until sometime tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry. I just,” he choked on a sob, hiding his eyes behind a hand. Your face softened immediately. You moved around the desk to wrap the youngest member in your arms. He dug his face into your neck, gripping the back of your shirt like a lifeline.

“I know you’re scared. You have every right to be, one of your closest friends was severely injured.” You carded your fingers through his hair. “But I need you to trust me. I’m new, but I care about all of you.”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Jeongin apologized with a sniffle after pulling back from your embrace. 

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, brushing away his stray tears with your thumb. “Do you want to stay with Hyunjin for a bit so I can check on San?” He nodded rapidly and took your place in the chair by his head. You grabbed fresh gauze and tape before leaving to find your other patient. You’d have to change Hyunjin’s bandages later, too. San sat alone in the common area bundled up in a blanket, eyes glazed over.

“San? Are you feeling alright?” You knelt in front of him, dipping your head down to meet his eyes. They were red and slightly puffy. “Did you sleep at all?”

“A couple hours,” he mumbled, looking through you rather than at you. “It’s my fault.” Your shoulders deflated, knowing that feeling all too well.

“You can’t blame yourself. There was no way you could have known those men would attack you.” His eyes hardened, suddenly focusing on you.

“Maybe not, but I should have been able to protect them. I was the oldest in the group, not to mention Changbin and I are arguably the two strongest. I should have done more to keep them safe.”

“God, why am I a therapist today,” you mutter to yourself. “San, I know how you feel, trust me. But –”

“How could you know how I fucking feel right now?” Your eye twitched. You took a deep breath to stamp down your anger. 

“One: do not interrupt me when I am speaking. Two: do not curse at me like that.” San rolled his eyes, turning away at your lecture. You grabbed his jaw, lightly digging your nails into his skin, and forced him to look you in the eye. “Three: I know how you feel because I’m the reason my brothers and their girlfriends are dead.” A heavy silence lingered in the air. 

“I- I didn’t mean to…” he trailed off, guilt eating away at his insides.

“I know. But you got them back. I’m trying to forgive myself, you should do the same.” He slowly nodded as he let your words sink in. “Now take off the blanket, I need to check your cut.” San was shirtless under the blanket, but you were a professional and only freaked out internally. You shuffled around to sit in front of his wounded shoulder. His hand was on your thigh, right above your knee, before you even touched the bandage. You gingerly peeled off the old gauze, setting it behind you to throw out later. The cut was already healing nicely, to your relief.

“How is it?” San winced as your fingers brushed over the stitches.

“Good. I should be able to take the stitches out in a week, but you’ll still need to take it easy after they’re out,” you pressed the clean gauze down to tape into place. He hissed and tightened his grip on your thigh whenever you touched a particularly sensitive spot. The flush rising to your cheeks was the only indicator of how flustered it made you, but it was enough for San to notice. He studied you with a sly grin despite the throbbing pain in his shoulder.

“San,” you warned when his hand started sliding higher. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a laugh, but stopped his movement, leaving his hand to rest on the middle of your thigh. You huffed through your nose as you finished redressing his wound. Someone cleared their throat behind you, and you turned to Hongjoong staring daggers at San’s hand. 

“If you’re done here, we need to have a group meeting. Break room.” The leader disappeared just as quickly as he showed up. You raised your eyebrows.

“Is it just me, or did he look pissed?” You asked while gathering your supplies. 

“Don’t worry about it, for now at least,” San sighed and draped a flannel over his shoulders, walking beside you to the break room. You dropped the soiled gauze into the trash before sitting between Yeosang and Jisung in a large circle on the floor. 

“Where’s Chan?” Minho glanced at the doorway to look for the eldest of the group.

“He’s watching Hyunjin. Listen up, now.” The room fell to silence, everyone’s focus solely on Hongjoong. “The men that attacked our run group yesterday also attacked Y/N a few weeks ago.”

“What? How do you know it’s the same group?” Mingi questioned, eyes flicking between you and the conscious members from the run.

“There was one man that both Y/N and Wooyoung recognized. He had some pretty distinct characteristics, including a necklace made of teeth and a diamond tattoo on his face,” Hongjoong explained. 

“You didn’t tell us you were attacked,” Jongho spoke up next, addressing you.

“It wasn’t necessary for anyone besides Chan and Hongjoong to know. But it is now,” you rubbed your temple to fight back the fatigue creeping its way back into your bones. “I’m not going into the details. Like Hongjoong said, those men ambushed my group while we were asleep. They killed my two brothers and their girlfriends. I only survived because of their sacrifice.”

“The guy that shot Hyunjin also tried to take Y/N and the two other girls back to their group for ‘entertainment’.” You glared at Hongjoong. He had no right to tell them that. “As of now, the only information we have on them is that man’s description and the general direction they came from.”

“So what do we do?” Hongjoong hummed at Felix’s question, crossing his arms and looking at the floor in front of him.

“There’s really only two options. We can do nothing, and wait for them to come to us, or we can send scouts to get more info on them.” 

“We’re going after them, obviously,” Wooyoung stated immediately. 

“Are you insane? We can’t send anyone else after them, not with what they did to Hyunjin, San, and Y/N’s family,” Jisung borderline scolded the older boy, eyebrows flying up to his hairline.

“Oh, I’m insane? No, what’s insane is letting them get the upper hand on us. We can’t let them take everything we’ve built here.”

“I’m with Jisung, it’s too dangerous to risk any of our lives,” Felix chimed in.

“Bullshit, you’re just too much of a pussy to do what’s necessary.” The group devolved into overlapping arguments. You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose as their voices rose in volume.

“Enough!” Hongjoong barked, stopping everyone in their tracks. “Fighting each other about this won’t get us anywhere. We’re putting it to a vote. Chan and I already say we go to them. Anyone that agrees, raise your hand now.” Only five members kept their hands down: Jisung, Felix, Yeosang, Jongho, and Seonghwa. 

“Y/N, you seriously want to go after them?” Jisung stared at you, looking slightly betrayed.

“Trust me, I hate the idea. But Wooyoung is right. I’m terrified of what will happen if they find us here. These men are cruel. They let you die slowly and in pain.” Images from that night flashed across your mind. Your head felt like it was filled with lead, your eyelids threatening to fall shut.

“The most important thing will be stealth. It’ll be a small group, two or three at most. Our objective is to get information. We need to know how many are in their group and where their camp is. There will be absolutely no attacking these men until we’re at full strength. Are there any volunteers?” Hongjoong’s gaze swept over the group.

“Me.” Wooyoung, Seungmin, and Jeongin answered at the same time. Hongjoong narrowed his eyes on Wooyoung.

“Are you going to be able to keep your cool? Especially if you see the guy that shot Hyunjin?” The younger member bristled at the accusation.

“I will, I swear.” 

“Alright. The scouting group will be me, Wooyoung, and Jeongin.” Seungmin opened his mouth to protest. “No arguments, Seungmin. You’re one of our best with the rifle. You’re staying here.”

“Fine,” he reluctantly agreed. 

“Wooyoung, Jeongin, you’ll be meeting with Chan and I later so we can start planning. We aren’t going until our back-up plans have back-up plans.”

“Can San and I help with the plan? Our run groups always include one of us, we’re familiar with the city and part of the woods,” Changbin suggested with San nodding enthusiastically.

“Yeah, that’s fine. We’re done here, go relax.” Hongjoong left the room with an angered Seonghwa on his heels. 

“I should get back to Hyunjin,” you faltered at the wave of dizziness hitting you when you stood. You swayed on your feet, holding on to a chair for stability. 

“Are you feeling alright? You look pale.” It took a moment to realize that Minho was talking to you. 

“I’m fine,” you insisted, swallowing down the bile burning the back of your throat. Yunho appeared in your blurred vision, his hand holding your shoulder. You brushed him off, repeating that you were fine over and over, as if saying it enough would make it true. Your knees buckled under you at your first step toward the door. You fell onto something warm, hearing several shouts before plunging into darkness.

You woke up feeling dazed, blinking in the darkness of the common room. Soft breaths from the boys sleeping around you broke the stifling silence. It was probably the middle of the night, based on the moonlight streaming through the gaps in the slats over the windows. You vaguely registered the lap acting as your pillow.

“You scared the shit out of us,” Chris whispered from above you. He brushed your hair out of your face when you turned to look up at him. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, still waiting for your brain to fully wake up. “What happened?”

“You passed out. Would’ve hit your head on the table if Yunho hadn’t caught you.” He kept his hand in your hair, gently untangling some knots with his fingers.

“Oh. I thought I could last longer than that.”

“What does that mean?” His eyebrows creased with concern. 

“I thought I could handle at least one more night without sleep. Guess I was wrong,” you chuckled at your own attempt at a joke.

“Y/N, there’s nothing funny about this. If I’m right, you were awake for nearly 30 hours. That’s incredibly dangerous,” his voice remained soft even as he scolded you.

“This coming from someone that barely sleeps himself,” you pouted. “You and Hongjoong are both notorious for staying awake late into the night.”

“But neither of us have stayed awake for longer than 20 consecutive hours. We always manage to get a few hours in. What would’ve happened if Hyunjin suddenly got worse and we couldn’t wake you cus you knocked yourself out cold?” You were knocked speechless, gaping at the underside of Chan's jaw as he rested his head against the wall.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You turned to look over the sleeping forms of the other boys.

“We need you. Please take care of yourself. I don’t want to see you like that again, it was scary.” You couldn’t tell if it was a trick of the light, but you swore there were tears shining in his eyes.

“I will.”

“Go back to sleep. Seonghwa and Minho are watching Hyunjin. You can check on him in the morning.” You rolled onto your side so you could press your forehead into Chan’s hip. His breath hitched for a brief moment before he relaxed. His thumb traced over your temple, lulling you to sleep.

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2.1k, yandere, car accident, amnesia, stalking, drugs, kidnapping, restraints, chains (@starillusion13)

“I know this place…”

Minho wandered the streets every night, finding himself following the same path over and over again. He’d always wind up at this bar, stumbling in, drunk on memories and pain. He was haunted by the past, by his lover. This was a place they’d frequent together, and he’d always come here looking for them. He’d confuse the girls around for his lover, and that would always get him into trouble. Every night he’d be dragged out and beaten, but that never discouraged him from going back there and looking for the one he loved.

Every day he lived in a nightmare. He lost his lover in a car accident, but he’s still looking for them. This night was like no other. Minho was making his way over to the bar when something caught his eyes. There was a girl looking around the area, she seemed a bit lost, but in his mind that was her, the one he had lost. Without a second thought he ran over and hugged the girl, holding her tight, afraid to let go. Of course she squirmed beneath him until she got free. Now that he was close Minho would realize this wasn’t who he was looking for, but he was caught off guard seeing the girl’s face. She looked just like his lost love.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Do I know you?” The girl asked. “I-”

“No. I just thought you looked like someone I knew.”

“Oh… sorry…”

“I’m sorry… I’ll be leaving now…”

Minho offered a quick smile and stepped away. He knew he was chasing a ghost, but those little moments when he thought he saw them again, they could spark such peace in his heart. That simple hug, thinking it was someone, it eased his worries, even if only for a second. As he walked away he could still feel the warmth of the embrace, deluding himself into believe it was-

“Y/n!”

Minho stopped dead in his tracks, feeling his heart sink. Hearing your name brought so much to the surface that it overwhelmed him. Tears built up in his eyes, and a tightening was felt in his chest. He looked back at the doppelganger, only to see another familiar face by their side. A friend of their deceased beloved. Without realizing Minho was already walking back over, confronting the pair.

“Alya.”

“Uh…”

The strange gentlemen that had hugged you moments before came back, and was speaking to your friend. The fact he knew their name, you figured they were acquainted somehow, but Alya didn’t seem happy to see him.

“You called her y/n, why?”

“Who… who are you again?”

The stranger suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled up the sleeve, revealing a scar you had. He traced his fingers over it for a moment before you managed to free yourself from his grip, rolling down your sleeve.

“It’s you… you’re y/n…”

“Do… do I know you?” You mumbled. “I… I was in a car accident recently… it caused amnesia and-”

“That’s enough.” Alya covered your mouth. “We should be going, it is late.”

Alya kept your mouth covered, offering the stranger a fake smile and trying to move away, but he grabbed her arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was alive!” Minho yelled. “All this time…”

“How dare you!” Alya snapped. “You’re the reason there was an accident in the first place! I may not have all the details, but you and y/n were fighting that night and she left you! She was driving under duress and called me, trying to explain things when I heard the crash…”

“You-”

“Don’t put this on me, Minho! You didn’t reach out either. You were there that night, you saw her laying on the ground and bleeding, yet you walked away, believing her to be dead. She’s better off without you.”

Alya tried to walk away again with you, but Minho wasn’t going to let you leave that easily. Although soon enough a group of men saw the scene and intervened, pulling Minho away from you both. They threw him to the ground and started kicking him. You wanted to stop them but Alya held you back and pulled you away from the scene. All you could do was watch and hear how the men had repeatedly told Minho not to come around here and harass girls. When you got to Alya’s car you couldn’t help but ask.

“Who was he? Minho? Is he an ex of mine?”

“The worst of it. Don’t worry about him, he was awful, and you don’t owe him anything.”

“But-”

“Y/n, he nearly got you killed. It’s better you don’t remember him.”

A lot had changed for you in what felt like an instant. So much of your life was just gone, but you knew that couldn’t hold you back. This place felt like a ghost town. Everywhere you went, everywhere you looked, you felt some faded connection. The doctor had told you that your head trauma from the crash caused your amnesia, and that it was unlikely for you to recover your memories. With all that in mind you figured it was best to move somewhere else, to start over and build your life. 

You still planned to keep in touch with Alya. She was there for you when you woke up, and stayed by your side throughout all your recovery. She admitted that she’d miss having you so close, but she understood your need to find yourself. You still wondered about that ex you ran into, but you knew you couldn’t dwell on the past if you wanted to move forward. You were starting a new chapter in your life after all.

🖤

Minho was still stuck in a routine, but things had changed. He was no longer searching for the ghost of you, but for the one he had lost. After that night he was just focused on finding where you had disappeared to. His best bet was to wait by your friend’s house, surely you would show up, and from there he could find out where you were. It took him days of waiting before he got to see you again. He had to hold himself back from running over to you and embracing you in a hug. Now was not the time.

When you went into your friend’s house he snuck over to your car, placing a tracker on it and going back to wait. Once you came out of the house he had to hold himself back again. As you pulled off into the street he carefully followed you, discovering where you were now. He could see that you moved out of town to a neighboring one. You lived in a small apartment building, and it put his mind at ease knowing where you were now. So he’d spend the days watching you, seeing how you went about your life. You seemed happy, and seeing you smile again made him remember the past.

He thought back to all the time the two of you spent together. Your death made him feel an indescribable guilt, but this was a second chance. Not just for him to make things right, but another chance for the both of you. After some time of watching you, he decided to approach.  You’d go to the farmers market about once a week, and that’s where he’d run into you. He was nervous, but he knew he just had to be himself. Although he did have to encourage himself multiple times to say something or else lose out on speaking with you.

“…ha… hi…”

“Hm? Oh, hello there.”

“I… uh… I’m-”

“Minho?”

“Yes. My name is Minho.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

“I know- I mean, it’s nice to meet you.” Minho offered his hand, which you took. “How… uh… how have you been?”

“I’m doing alright. Still adjusting, but the hard part of my journey seems to be over.”

“I’m glad you made a full recovery.”

“Thank you.”

“Could I… uh… would you like some coffee?”

“I’m good, thank you.”

“Of course.”

Minho had no problem following you around the market, helping you with your bags and picking out fruits and vegetables. It was nice to be together, it felt like old times, like nothing had changed.

“How have you been?” You asked.

“Me? Uh… I’ve been doing okay, doing my best.”

“You should take better care of yourself too.”

“What?”

“Your face.”

“Ah, I’m alright, no need to worry.”

Minho helped you get your bags to your apartment. He only got a small peek into your apartment though.

“Get home safe.”

“Ah, thank you.”

He was sad that you didn’t invite him in, but he could also understand that. Still, he wasn’t gonna just let you go, so he’d watch you from afar. It wasn’t until some days later that he approached you again. He offered you some flowers, your favorites, and you took them with a smile on your face.

“Thank you, they’re lovely.”

“I thought I’d come around to see how you were doing.”

“I appreciate it. I’m doing alright, and you?”

“Better.”

“I can see. Your face doesn’t look so bad anymore.”

“Yeah… I was wondering if I could treat you to a meal.”

“Uh, thank you, but I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” You explained. “I’m trying to move forward with my life and make my own path. You’re someone from my past, and also the reason my present is this way. I don’t know what happened, but the old me left you, and now we’re here. I’m sorry, but I’d appreciate it if you stopped coming around. I don’t have a connection with you anymore.”

“But I-”

“It’s weird having you here since I know no one told you where I was. I won’t call the police, but all I ask is that you leave. Please.”

“I… uh… I understand… sorry…”

🖤

Minho stared down at his wedding ring, remembering that fateful night. He could still hear the yelling in his head, but it was all muffled. That was the night he had proposed, but you didn’t seem ready for that step. You ran away and he could only think to chase you down. He thought he could talk to you, and instead he witnessed the crash, getting into an accident himself. He thought it was all over like a fool, but he had a second chance now, and he wasn’t going to ruin it. Although he had to take matters into his own hands.

He kept his distance as you had asked, watching you from afar and seeing how you lived your life. Just as he had his routine, you seemed to have yours. A way to keep you grounded and moving forward. Once he had a good idea when to make his move he stepped into action. While you were away he broke into your apartment. It was pretty empty as he had expected, you didn’t have much to start over with. Now all he had to do was wait for you. In theory you shouldn’t be gone for long, but any minute apart from you felt like an eternity.

Eventually when he heard you returning he hid, watching you in silence. You put down your grocery bags, starting to take everything out when you heard the floor creak. You looked around, but there was no one. It was probably just the apartment, so you paid it no mind. Then you suddenly felt a hand around your throat, and a rag was over your mouth. You breathed in a strange scent and started feeling dizzy. The edges of your vision were turning black and you felt your strength leaving you. Fear was eating you up, and it consumed you just as the darkness did.

When you regained consciousness your head was still spinning, but you were also worried. Nothing around you looked familiar, and this place was really dark. As you tried to get up you felt something cold against your leg, reaching over and finding a chain. You were really starting to worry, and then you heard a door open. You moved away from the sound, finding your back against a wall and pulling your knees up to your chest. Then you saw a hauntingly familiar face approach you.

“Please… please let me go… I won’t tell anyone…”

“I’m sorry. I know you said you wanted nothing to do with me anymore, but I can’t give up on this so easily. I know you can remember again, or we can just start over and do things right. Either way, I am not losing you again.”

“…”

“I didn’t like how I felt without you. It’s not right. I’m always going to chase you, so let’s try this again.”

[katrinawritesthings]

Sub bottom minho who wants to be a size queen but can't take as much as jjong. A size princess

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“owie. owie. fuck. owie. god.” minho hoists himself up and off of the dildo with a huff, leaning against the couch, glaring at it between his legs.  it jiggles,  suction cupped to the floor, neon pink, sticky and shiny with lube and booty juice. mocking him. his hole flutters, twitching, gaping and closing and opening and squeezing, acting like it wants more, like it wants to be filled. also mocking him. and jonghyun sits cross legged across from him, leaning back on his palms, eyebrows raised, smile nothing but bland amusement.

definitely mocking him. “fuck you," minho grumbles.

jonghyun’s smile grows. “not everything has to be a competition, choi,” he says.

“i don't think it is!” minho shakes his hands in jonghyun ’s direction, indignant, offended. jonghyun is smiling even bigger now and minho knows it's because his eyes are huge, his voice got so loud for no reason, he got so tensed up about the smallest comment, and all it does is make an even grumpier. “i don't,” he insists. he doesn't. 

“i mean,” he adds. he means. well. jonghyun raises his eyebrows and minho gives him a big middle finger. he knows that this whole thing started because he said he wanted to take the same size dildo as jonghyun could. but that doesn't mean he wanted to do it in a competitive way. 

he puts his finger on the head of the dildo between them, hovers his hand around it's girth. too thick for him to get a grip all the way around even if he wanted to get his hand all gross and sticky. too tall for him to sit on top of it without standing a little bit first. too unbelievably sexy to watch it disappear into jonghyun on a regular basis. “you just always look like you're having so much fun with it,” he pouts. it's not even jonghyun ’s biggest one. far from it. and yet he can't even begin to get it inside of him no matter how much training and stretching he does.

“i have so much fun with it because it feels good,” jonghyun points out. he leans forward, over the  dildo, blocking the head of it from view. “you know,” he says, “the point of sex? to feel good?” he clambers around to sit in front of it and separate it from minho entirely. their legs scrumble together and jonghyun smirks directly into minho’s face. “so can you quit trying to do something that makes you feel bad and let me play with your bootyhole finally? it's been like an hour. you said you wanted to come over and fuck, not make  me watch you struggle to do something you don't even like doing.”

minhostill wants to get it inside of him, still thinks he can do it, still hangs onto the belief that once it does get it inside of him it'll magically feel good instead of just weird and stuffy and uncomfortable like every dildo over seven inches does to him, but. he has to admit that jonghyun does have some good points.

by the time jonghyun has him on his back, knees by his head, his own precum dripping onto his face, minho feels better.

and that's the time that  jonghyun chooses to smirk and say, “don't feel bad about not being a size queen like me. a princess is still royalty.” he pushes his tongue right back into minho’s hole, cutting him off before the hot indignant flare rises back up inside of him. 

“shitlord,” minho hisses through gritted teeth, trying to roll his hips up. not everything has to be a competition, his ass. he'll get him back later.

jonghyun just winks and makes him cum.

[maeleelee]

Chapter Seven

Cotton Candy Landing

What goes up must come down. And as everyone from Orbit lands, more secrets are unveiled and will lead them to run. But will this path lead them to happily ever after or should they turn around?

Welcome back to the family of stoners. They’re all grown up and settling down. Everyone’s got full time jobs and some went and got married. Life is finally looking good for most. (Y/n has been turned into Bun Bun because this story follows a different lead.)

⚠️minors DO NOT interact⚠️

Warnings: sex mentioned, weed, smoke, girl on girl, cheating is mentioned.

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Yn and His Week of Wonders

Lee Hoseok, Lee Jeno, Choi Minho, Kim Mingyu, Kang Yeosang x Male Reader

cw: college au, reader becomes a whore, top classmate yeosang, top coach mingyu, top jock jeno, verse jock wonho, top principal minho, verse reader, bareback, sexual toys, cheating, degradation, double penetration, blowjobs, rimjobs, facesitting, spit play, semi-public sex, musk kink, feminization, chest play, spanking, choking.

an: first fic of the year, enjoy 🫶

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yn always thought that life in university would be very hard, the tiring semesters, annoying classmates, papers he has to do, all that wasn't easy and sometimes the thought of dropping out roamed on his head but thankfully a series of events that happened over the course of a week made him stay. life in university would be very interesting for him.

Tuesday:

yn's deskmate yeosang has always flirted with him and yn obviously responded to it. these flirts little by little started to become sexual, touchings here and there, bulge grabbing, vulgar signs. yeosang invited yn to a frat party on the campus. “who the fuck does a party on week days” yn groans, “dunno” yeosang shrugs, “see you there then”. he was not sure if going or not but something was telling him to go, who knows maybe things could escalate to something more fun?. “heyy!! you're here” yeosang went to hug yn and also took advantage to grab yn’s clothed ass. something that caught him off guard but it was foreshadowing what would happen later at night.

10 pm and yeosang was all touchy touchy with yn, all over him, his big frame and muscular arms caging yn against the wall. his breath mixed with alcohol intoxicating yn, their lips brushing against each other, “may i?” yeosang whispered. “yeah…” yn nodded. their lips clashed against each other. they were hungry for each other, their tongues dancing with each other, their saliva mixing and yeosang's biting yn's lower lip. “let's go upstairs” yn suggested.

they didn't wait until the door was closed, they were walking towards the bed while still kissing, just a trail of their clothes left behind. yeosang sat on the bed rubbing his dick, making eye contact with yn who immediately understood what he wanted. he knelt down and began to suck on yeosang’s meat. his glistening lips going up and down his shaft leaving it soaked with spit. he deepthroated him, holding it for a few seconds and then pulling it out completely. “you're doing such a good job. fuck!!” yeo praised.

next thing yn knew was that he was already on top of yeosang, straddling him while his cock plows his hole. his tight walls being opened by each thrust. “fuck yeosang.. this feels so good” he cried, his hands gripping yeosang’s big chest hard, leaving red prints of them. yeosang then made yn stand in all fours and resumed the thrusting while he stands up. yn moaned against the mattress while yeosang was just acting cocky, flexing his muscular arms and looking himself at the closet mirror, his sweaty body shining with the dim lights of the room. “are you ready for it, boy?” yeosang asked, informing yn that he was about to cum. “yes please, fill me up!!” he begged. “holy shit, it's coming” he spanked yn and immediately afterwards he came, his balls emptying themselves inside his deskmate’s sloppy hole. he pulls out and yn fell tired to the mattress, with no strength left. “let me help you” yeosang turn yn around and sucked him off, “wait” yn tried to stop him “what are you doing?”. yeosang continued until yn came on his mouth, he swallowed it all and smacked his lips at the end, as if he just tried something tasty “i just wanted you to cum too”.

unbeknownst to them some pervert was watching everything through the slightly open door.

Wednesday:

yn was getting ready to go and do some help to the sports faculty. while he was getting his bag ready something caught his attention, a transparent dildo poking out his backpack, “oh damn, guess my riding sessions have to be canceled today”, he pushed the dildo to the backpack’s bottom.

the students in that faculty were so disorganized that students from other faculties have had to go and help clean the locker rooms. “these fucking bastards. why do they have to be so dirty, ugh!” yn complained, he also was supposed to join other two students but they canceled at the last minute so he had to do all the work by himself.

“ig guess that's all” he says with joy doing little claps. he sat in one of the benches and rummage through his backpack to find something to eat. being so careless the dildo slowly slipped out of the backpack, falling to the floor, he bent down to pick it up. “hey what are you doing here” a man spoke, the voice catching yn off guard so he jumped in surprise, dropping the dildo once again. it was coach mingyu, the dream man of everyone in the campus. “oh i’m sorry i came here to help clean up the locker rooms” but mingyu wasn't looking at him, his eyes were glued towards something in the floor. realization hitting yn who quickly grabbed the dildo hiding it behind his back. “what's that?” mingyu asked. “nothing” yn nervously tries to brush it off and hide the object.

“were you doing naughty things in here?” mingyu asked, “are you one of those perverts that get off in public spaces?”.

“no, it’s nothing like that” yn’s face was bright red. mingyu kept questioning yn taking some steps forward while yn walked backwards trying to make some space between him and the coach. but then one of his legs gave up and yn fell. the dildo then was picked by mingyu who inspected the clear object, “you're quite the hungry one, huh?” he muttered trying to measure the size of the object with his hands, “you must take it like a champ” he adds…

“fuck it, you really take it like a champ” mingyu groans, his hand accelerating the pace of the thrusts. the sloppy dildo going in and out of yn’s abused hole. he was in one of the benches, folded, holding his legs against his chest displaying all his back side for mingyu to use as he pleases. ‘how the fuck did we ended up doing this’ yn questioned himself on his mind, the pleasure clouding it. mingyu discarded his shirt, his big chest bouncing when he freed it.”you’re making me so horny man” he blurted out. pants already unzipped and underwear already discarded, he was ready to replace the dildo with his own cock, “be ready for the real deal” he said, slapping its tip on the other’s hole. he put it all at once and starts slamming himself with the same speed he used to thrust the dildo. “you’re still so tight after all that dildo fucking. seems like you’re made just to pleasure cocks”.

yn pinched mingyu’s nipples and gripped hard his chest. he loved how big and bouncy it was, god how much he wanted to motorboat them or be suffocated by them, the mere thought making his dick leak drops of cum. mingyu’s big hand stroke yn’s dick while the other arm was around his neck, once again he felt intoxicated by how manly mingyu smelled, how he was being used to pleasure that greek god, he wished he could do this all day. his hole gripping hard mingyu’s cock, he didn’t want mingyu to pull out, he wanted that fat cock inside him forever.

few slams later mingyu pulled out cumming on yn’s back and the later came on mingyu’s hand. he then made yn lick clean his hand and wipe the cum off of his back. “and i was right, you took it like a champ” he winked at him and left. yn left the locker rooms limping.

Tuesday:

“look who’s here”, jeno said while walking towards yn accompanied by his friend hoseok, nicknamed wonho. both were the jocks of the campus and the top athletes of the university. “leave me alone” yn said annoyed. “why tho?. i thought sluts like you love the attention?” jeno adds catching yn off guard, “what did you just said?” yn asked concerned. “weren’t you the one being fucked in that party” jeno quickly responded “and also being folded by coach mingyu, woah such a whore bro”. “how did you even..” yn tried to made up things but jeno cut him off “you shouldn’t be fucking in public spaces ynnie, everyone could catch you, you know?”. “be thankful jeno was the one who caught you in your pervy adventures bro” wonho chimed in. he grabbed yn’s hand and put it on his crotch, “now you should know what we want bro” he added. “what the…” what’s the only thing yn said, “we wanna have a piece of that cake too” jeno said, sliding his hand inside yn’s denim short. “woah woah woah buddy wait. are you two blackmailing me?” yn spoke. “well you could say that bro” wonho shrugged, “but deep inside you know you want to taste our dicks” jeno added.

the “”blackmail”” worked, yn was kneeling in the jock’s dorm taking turns to suck on each dick, kissing the tips, licking the shafts and tracing every vein with his tongue. his tongue swirling on wonho’s tip while jerking jeno with his hand.

both jocks took turns to drill yn’s ass, while jeno fucks his ass wonho fucks his mouth then they change places. yn leaned down, his back against the mattress, jeno keeps fucking him while wonho sat on his face, riding his tongue that was exploring his warm insides, “keep working with that tongue of yours bro, feels majestic” wonho pinched his nipples lightly while his hips rocked side to side, forwards and backwards, so yn’s tongue can at least brush slightly wonho’s prostate. next, wonho was bouncing his big fat ass on yn’s dick while jeno fucked his mouth, “i’m gonna nut in your mouth and you better swallow it” jeno demanded, pulling out and jerking it off until the ropes of cum spurted from his tip landed on yn’s face and tongue. scooping the liquid with his hand and licking it all. “good boy” jeno said, slapping his left cheek gently. wonho on the other side was clenching so hard to milk yn dry. “come on bro, give me that semen” he started to sit hard “if you don’t give me that cum i’m gonna break this pathetic dick” the threat sounding cute to jeno but not to yn, who afraid of having to go to a doctor for a fractured dick stopped holding it and painted wonho’s insides white.

“see it wasn’t that hard” wonho stood up with the liquid leaking down his toned legs “that was a good load bro”.

Friday:

“why am i here again?” yn questioned minho, the principal of the university. “a lot of teachers had passed me a report of your grades. they had lowered a lot” concerned laced on his tone. “so tell me what’s happening”, minho was waiting for an answer but nothing came out of yn’s mouth, his eyes leaving the computer’s screen just to see yn chatting with someone, a smug smirk on his face. “ok that’s enough” annoyed minho snatched the phone out of yn’s hands and looked at the screen, what he saw left him speechless, mouth agape. a pic of a gaping ass leaking with cum, “what’s the meaning of this mr. yn ln. who’s this in this pic?”. “it’s my ass. with someone’s cum on it” he said as if it was something completely normal. “why are you carelessly spreading your private pics” the principal asks, his face completely flushed. “it’s not as if i’m sharing them with everyone… just with the people i fuck with. but we are here to discuss other things, right mr. principal” his smug face showing how completely he has changed, from an almost shy boy to a fuckboy now. “is this the reason why your grades are dropping?” the principal try to connect the dots, “...it’s like you’re only thinking in your sexual life. that cannot be mr. yn, we have to think in a way you focus again in your studies”. “what do you have in mind?” some sassiness in his tone, his eyes narrowed, he knows what was coming for him…

his face was flushed, tears pooling on his eyes and some of it rolled down his cheeks, tongue out and eyes rolling back. “read that again” minho spanked his already red ass, littered with red prints of his big calloused hands, his dick railing the student’s loose hole. “a… a.. flowchart is a di-diagram that depicts… a pro…cess, system or computer al-algori..thm… algorithm” he barely managed to read the first line that was on the computer’s screen. “what happened to all that cockyness of before mr. yn. does me fucking your pussy made you dumb?” minho was big and thick, a size yn has never taken up his ass so he was struggling to focus, “we’re gonna keep doing this until your grades go up, understood?”, “yes sir” yn replied quickly, his legs were trembling so he just leaned his upper torso on minho’s desk and left him rail him into oblivion. “this pussy is better than my wife’s, it’s tighter”. the next hour yn was trashed around the principal’s office, minho fucked him against the wall and windows and even answered a phone call while muffling yn’s whimpers with his hand. the thrusts were so hard that minho’s ass was bouncing, looking as if he was throwing it back and the skin slapping sound echoed in the office. minho’s hand makes its way towards the bottom’s neck gripping on it hard, making yn feel lightheaded

“i can’t… take it anymore please” yn said, all that minho’s been doing is overstimulating yn with the choking being his last straw, cumming right at the spot hands free. “such a nasty slut you are” minho spoke, quitting his hand off of yn’s neck. now grabbing him by his waist with both hands as if he was a toy to milk himself. “you need a man’s sperm inside you not some stupid classmate who knows nothing on how to plow a pussy” he starts to spit on the tip of his dick and slamming himself back, “i’m gonna cream this pussy every time we have a study session. if this is what your horny dumb ass wants then this is what you are getting, cocksucker slut”.

more nasty words came from minho’s mouth, who would’ve thought such a classy, married and distinguishable man would be such a pervert beast in sex. he fucked yn the whole hour and no sign of tiredness could be seen on him. he pulls out his dick that comes out soaked in thick cum, yn’s gape loose hole oozing with it too. “i’ve never came this much in my life, not even with my wife” he tells yn who was tired as fuck, “you’re pussy is really that good,with how much i came you might be pregnant by now” he jokes with one last spank on yn’s ass that causes some cum to get spilled on the surroundings. “rest all you want, no one can enter this office without my permission” and as he said that yn fell asleep.

the next semesters were amazing for yn to say the least. getting spitroasted and double penetrated by jeno and wonho. fucked by yeosang on the bathrooms and even in some classrooms. the study lessons went good with principal minho, yn can now read the first line, without stuttering at least. coach mingyu fucks him in his office now too he is also a little kinky using vibrators, cock rings and restraints on yn.

yn also sometimes doms wonho, fucking him while he wear the sports shirt and a black string thong that he just pulls to the side and fucks his bubblebutt smeared in lube “nut in my pussy bro” wonho pleads, “you know i’ll always cum inside you” kissing him right afterwards.

who would've thought a week of misunderstandings and teasings would derive into semesters full of lust. yn now doesn’t want to drop out of university but instead wishes time does not passes so fast so he can enjoy all this for a long time.

[5targh0st]

NUMBER ONE GIRL (masterlist)

"Tell me that you need me, tell me that I'm loved..."

pairings: choi yeonjun x fem!reader / lee know x fem!reader

genre: smau, fluff, crack, angst (just a pinch), half written au, non idol!au, band!au kinda, college!au

warning(s): ignore time stamps, kys/kms jokes, suggestive, implied sexual activity, cringe, bad jokes, random ships, more to add

cast: txt, skz, seventeen, itzy, and a lot more people tbh

summary: life doesn't need to be a rollercoaster, it just needs to be simple and comfortable; that's what minho tells himself everyday. meanwhile, yeonjun is all for the thrill of the moment; he's all up for emotion, drama, and pleasure. two very different worlds that somehow intertwine and, as expected, collide in the most disastrous and cliché way possible. what happens when they find themselves infatuated with the same girl? or the ups and downs of a girl just trying to make it through college, with the added drama of two very stupid guys fighting to win her affections...

status: on going (11.23.24—?)

note: this my first smau so pls expect some errors and be kind, i really hope you enjoy it

playlist: number one girl

profiles: duck the patriarchy | hos before bros | lets make a band

fuck him

can't believe i'm saying this

i don't care

no bitches?

arts and shit department

you want me to perform?

she wants me so bad

screaming crying throwing up

she's so cool (written)

who's the girl?

girls' night +hyunjin

you lost that right

you got this babe

does it ever get lonely? (written)

ask her out (written)

omg he's so weird

such a gentleman

he's so nice

getting even

he's a bitch

who tf are you?

you're coming right?

i gave my all (written)

i don't believe you (written)

a date or whatever

just maybe

this is happening

that was low

we're friends

a tiny little kiss

you're mine (written)

i wanna figure this out

this is a party?

drunk af

so cute

i do

leave him alone

feeling feelings (written)

she's not that bad

loyal and kind (written)

it's official

i hate this

what's that?

all in my head

don't come back

kinda surprised

meet THE brother (Halloween special)

who's that? (Halloween special)

a wedding?

so in love

my date

that's a start

what are you doing?

everybody wants you (written)

i do like her

not again

what can I say?

called it (written)

we're so back

feels impossible (written)

love is in the air

please

why?

the happiest

come visit

tagging along

happy birthday

not without you (written)

i love you

???

MORE TBA

taglist: open! (11/50)

@estella-novella @poetryforthesad @lisaswifey @angelzforu @ihrtlix @gloriousqueenking @domfikeluva @conwunder @miniature-tragedy @jeonginplsholdmyhand @sh0dor1 @yourenzoo @tkshairband @realrintaro @castingjinx @amara-mars @hwangrfrnd @nujeskz @jisungs-iced-americano @zeizeisjy @va1entinaa @beomgyusluver @to-toad @akindaflora @hoefororeo @mandydxndy @nyanamii @delulu4-life @thatonexcgirl @starsunoo @4lndr17 @nbjch05 @borahae-reads @mrsstayfox @beomieeeeeeeeeeees @mrsminseochoi @velvetmoonlght @night-storm7 @lilbrorufr

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17

regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected

choi seungcheol

◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers

♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan

idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader

☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks

brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers

♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism

brother's best friend to lovers au

kim mingyu

☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji

virgin!mingyu x experienced reader

♤ creep by @smileysuh

serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic

ot8

◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy

a/b/o, cnc, primal play

♧ sharing = caring by @cbini

bf!chan sharing you

☆ camcorder by @tasteracha

bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader

◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat

chan x felix x reader, threesome

lee minho

♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi

dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

bang chan

☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs

step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity

hwang hyunjin

♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics

best friends to lovers, mutual pining

lee felix

◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz

best friends to lovers, fluffy smut

♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz

☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium

coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex

ot7

♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx

supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au

◇ masked miracles by @remedyx

hybrid!bts, detective!reader

♧ stay alive by @staytinyville

mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au

☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades

hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes

♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane

dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au

◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces

hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader

♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz

hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers

♧ oh, little red by @jincherie

wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au

min yoongi

☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx

fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc

♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis

fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader

kim taehyung

◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink

step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con

♧ black swan by @aris-ink

step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating

☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd

alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex

jeon jungkook

♤ family secrets by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, dry humping

◇ icarus by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex

♧ close by @aft3rhrs

step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance

choi soobin

☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris

soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play

♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar

soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin

◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu

shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader

♧ i <3 nerds by @enha-cafe

nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au

multiple members

☆ drippin' by @ncteez

'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy

♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy

step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au

♧ sos by @neopuppy

a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut

lee jeno

☆ shameless by @neopuppy

step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con

♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies

roommates au, hand kink

lee mark

◇ i can help by @recklessmark

step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity

ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2

[skzhocomments]

I can read your smile - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 18 - Christmas Eve

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

Wattpad | AO3

Chapter 17 | Chapter 19

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Chapter 18 - Christmas Eve

word count: 3.4k words

~Christmas Eve~

~Crystal's POV~

24th of December. If you open the TV on any channel, you would either see Home Alone, Grinch, The Nightmare Before Christmas or whatever other Christmas movie with "Miracle" in the title and with a lot of green, red or blue in its cover.

I didn't dislike these movies per-se, but they did make me feel bittersweet. Christmas was a nice holiday, but how can I enjoy it when I'm once again spending it on my own?

Instead of wasting away on the sofa, I decided to do something I haven't done in a while, which is go to the gym in the apartment complex.

I changed into sports clothes and made my way downstairs.

Damn, Minho would be proud of me.

That thought made me chuckle a bit, and I pondered on whether I should text him or not. I decided against it.

Opening the door to the reception, a nice lady with blonde hair and a perfect silhouette welcomed me.

"The apartment number, please?" She smiled, and I told her. "Oh, I see there's two memberships under the name Choi Minho. Is that right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Then you must be..."

"Crystal Kang."

"Right." She smiled sweetly. "I see Mr. Choi hasn't extended the memberships for next month yet. Would you like me to extend them for you now? Since it's Christmas time, we have a bit of a discount. Nothing much, 5% off, but you might be interested."

Huh?

Didn't Minho say that if you live in this building...

"How much are the memberships again?" I asked with a smile.

"You've been paying 200$ for the two memberships up until now, but if you renew today, you would get them both at 190$. Again, it's not much, but..."

"I see. Thank you for the information. I will talk to my friend and let you know." I smiled, then entered the gym.

He's been paying for my membership for the past 6 months or so, 100$ per month.

Almost my whole rent.

Fucking hell, Minho.

I sighed and went on the treadmill, trying to run away from my thoughts.

After my intense 30-minute running session, I made my way upstairs, took a long shower, then made something to eat.

5 PM.

Time is moving so slow when you're alone.

Maybe I should've gone to work today.

I laid down on the couch and looked around the room, at the Christmas tree. Minho's gift sat untouched underneath, and it will stay that way until after New Years' Eve, when he comes back, and I'll give it to him.

Maybe I shouldn't have put it there.

Of course, there was nothing for me under the tree, because I was all alone, and Santa wasn't real.

Turning on the TV only made me more depressed, because all the films were about happy families, happy moments, happy endings. It was getting tiring to see the same shit over and over again.

It didn't make me happy. On the contrary, actually.

Barely 5 PM.

I sighed and covered myself with the fluffy blanket I brought from my room. Despite it being warm, I felt so cold, that I covered my whole body with it and went in the fetal position, hugging the blanket around myself tightly.

Fuck.

I am feeling so lonely.

I shouldn't be crying.

It's not the first time I'm spending Christmas on my own.

But why...?

Why does this house feel so big?

I'm so sad.

Why am I so alone?

It's always been this way with me.

I am so utterly alone.

It hurts so bad.

Tears continued streaming down my face with no control, and I just sobbed and sobbed, until the crying made me too tired, and I fell into a deep slumber.

~Third person POV~

"Crystal, wake up." Minho nudged the sleeping girl awake and she opened her eyes slowly, confusion plastered over her face. He's been looking at her for a while, and frowned upon seeing her puffy eyes.

She must've been crying.

"Huh...? Minho...? I must be dreaming." She concluded, then closed her eyes again and tried to go back to sleep.

"You're not. Wake up." He nudged her again with a chuckle.

"Hm?" She opened her eyes, confused, and it finally set in that she was, in fact, awake. "What are you doing here?" She asked, almost in a whisper, raising herself from the sofa in a sitting position.

"I came to check if Santa brought me anything, of course. I see he brought you a lot of presents. You must've been good this year." Minho smiled and looked at the tree, making Crystal turn her head towards it as well.

"Huh...?" She asked, confused, noticing that there were indeed about 10 bags under the tree. "What..."

"Come, don't you want to open them?" Minho grabbed her hand and helped her stand up, dragging her towards the tree as the blanket fell from her body back on the sofa.

They went together to the tree and sat down next to it, and Crystal grabbed the bags one after another, opening them and pulling out the contents.

Some of them had clothes; there were a few sundresses, two sweaters, a bracelet and necklace jewellery set and some face creams and make-up.

"So, what do you think?" Minho's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"There's so many!" Crystal said. "Now I feel bad, I only got you this." She grabbed the bag with his gift – a sweater she really liked that she thought would look great on him – and gave it to him.

"Thanks!" He said, still excited, taking it out and examining it.

"I'm sorry, it's not much, but-"

"It's perfect. I love this colour so much. I'm gonna wear it tomorrow at the family lunch."

"Thank you." Crystal hugged him, taking him by surprise, and he hugged her back.

She was glad he was here, and she didn't spend the day completely alone, even if he would go back soon.

"You forgot to open one, though..." Minho pointed to a small gift bag that was left there, neglected.

"Oh, I must've not seen it. You got me too many." She chuckled and grabbed the small bag, opening it. Inside, there was a box swiftly wrapped in brown paper, with a red ribbon on top. "What is it?"

"Open it and check." He grinned, and she obliged, ripping the paper and seeing the box; it was a new phone, the latest model.

"Minho, what the-"

"Your phone is still broken, and you haven't gotten a new one yet, so I thought-"

"You're fucking crazy." She shook her head in disbelief. "This is really expensive. I really can't-"

"Take a shot every time Crystal says 'I can't accept it'!"

"What?!" She scoffed then burst out laughing.

"I'm serious. We'd be drunk all the time if we played this game." He mocked her a bit more, and she playfully slapped his arm.

"What am I supposed to do with this? My phone still works!" She protested and frowned.

"Yea, your phone whose screen is literally falling apart still works perfectly, as new!" He chuckled and grabbed her phone, taking off the protection foil from the screen - quite literally the only thing that was keeping the multiple broken pieces of the screen together in their rightful position. He then turned the phone upside down, and small bits of the screen fell off, and Crystal watched in horror.

"But..." she started, but she was left speechless. He won this one.

"If you don't want the phone, sell it or something. It's yours." He shrugged.

"You're crazy." She shook her head again, realising this would go nowhere, and she opened the box, taking the phone out and placing her SIM card inside.

It was as he said when they met: once he sets his mind on something, it's unlikely you'll get him to change it. And this time, even if she didn't want to admit it, he was right. She needed this phone, as hers wouldn't hold on much longer anyway, even without Minho's painful display of showing her how easily the broken bits would start falling out.

Minho watched satisfied as she turned on the phone and configured it, and when she was finally done, she asked him "Happy?", and he just nodded with a large smile on his face.

"Yes, very! Thank me again." He grinned.

"Woah!" Crystal scoffed. "Do you want a kiss on the cheek too?"

"Yes, right here!" He turned his left cheek to her and tapped on it a few times, and Crystal said fuck it, and grabbed his face and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you." She chuckled, noticing his flustered state. It was obvious he didn't actually expect her to kiss him, and he was quite cute.

"Okay, now that you opened the gifts, you have to go get changed." Minho changed the subject quickly, his fingertips still inspecting the skin her lips touched.

"Get changed?" She tilted her head. "Why?"

"My family is waiting for us. We have to hurry up, or else the chicken would get cold."

"Wait... what?"

"We're going to a Christmas dinner, silly."

"We? But... why?"

"Because I want you to come." Minho shrugged. "Now go get changed!"

"Okay..." Crystal stood up and went to her room, putting on some comfortable clothes. She wasn't sure exactly why Minho came to get her, but she started feeling excited, nonetheless. She's never been to a family dinner before.

She wondered what his family was like. Were they as nice as him? Did he have many siblings? She realised she's never asked him this before.

"Ready?" He smiled upon seeing her.

"Yes, but we have to go to the supermarket first. Is that okay?"

Minho nodded and they exited the building together, going to the supermarket in their complex. There, Crystal grabbed a small basket and filled it with Belgian chocolate.

"What is this for?" He asked, perplexed.

"Your family, of course. I can't go empty handed, and you can't go wrong with chocolate. This is my favourite."

"Is it? I've never seen you eat it though."

"That's because it's expensive, so I don't buy it on the daily basis." Crystal chuckled. "Should I get them anything else? Like... wine, or something? I don't know!"

"Don't stress it, Crys, they don't expect you to come by with anything."

"But is it really okay if I come? I mean, it's your family and I don't want to intrude-"

"They are quite excited for you to come, actually. Especially my brother's wife. She said family dinners always feel lonely because there's no one her age to talk to." He laughed.

"I see..." Crystal looked down in the basket, and then at the shelf. She picked one more box of chocolates, just for good measure, and they went to the checkout to pay.

Minho pulled out his wallet quickly, but Crystal already started intercepting his thoughts, and she was quicker. It was her gift for his family. She put her hand over his wallet and handed the cashier her card with a smile, and Minho grabbed the hem of her sleeve and dragged it with a pout.

"Let me pay-"

"Don't even start. I wanna rip your ear off about the gym membership anyway." She looked at him with squinted eyes, and he avoided her cold gaze.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Let's go!"

~

Minho's family house was a fairly large white picket fence house, just as the ones she's seen in Taemin's grandparents' villa town. All sorts of Christmas decorations made it literally sparkle in all the colours of the rainbow, and there was a big Christmas Tree on the front porch.

"You both made it! You must be Crystal!" A middle-aged woman with dark hair smiled brightly upon seeing them come in, and came and hugged Crystal tightly. "I'm Minho's mother"

"Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Choi." She spoke and smiled, letting the woman look her up and down. "This is for you. I'm sorry, I would've brought something more if I knew-"

"It's okay, love, we are just happy you're joining us." She grabbed the gift bag with chocolates and rubbed Crystal's arm lovingly. "Now, let's go to the dining room! Everyone was waiting for you two."

They both took their shoes off and Minho smiled at her assuringly, guiding her towards the dining. It was a spacious room with a big dinner table that had all sorts of foods on it, and it was full of family members of all ages, from kids to older people with white hair.

Minho introduced Crystal to everyone and helped her sit down, and then everyone started talking to her and placing all sorts of foods on her plate, wanting her to feel at home and eat as much as possible. Minho couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her flustered state, and he grabbed her hand under the table soothingly, letting her know that she can relax, and that everything is okay.

She talked a lot to his brother's wife and his aunts, and ate so much food, she was sure she would explode.

Still, Crystal never felt so happy.

So this is what a family dinner looks like. She thought, glancing around the table with a smile on her face, trying to hold back her tears.

~

"So, Crystal, I heard from my nephew you're also studying business." Minho's uncle smiled at her, and she nodded. The chatter around the table quieted down, as the children went to sleep and some of the adults were cleaning around the kitchen. She tried to help too, but Minho's mother refused vehemently, and urged her to sit down at the dinner table and just relax and be a guest.

They've been talking about business-related things for more than an hour now, but Crystal just listened closely and hasn't joined in the conversation, not wanting to interrupt. She was always more of a listener, and in the span of an hour she found out that Minho's family owned a large business called Choi Enterprises that his grandfather founded, his uncle being the actual CEO. His father was not working in the company; he was a famous football coach, which explained Minho's passion for football, and Minho was studying business because, despite his interest for football, he and his brother were supposed to take after the business in a few years when his uncle would retire.

After Minho's older brother and wife left the table, only him, Crystal and Mr. Choi, Minho's uncle, remained in the dimly lit room. He seemed like a stern man, but his eyes held warmth towards his family.

"Yes, that's right. I've just started the 3rd year." Crystal replied with a sweet smile.

"You have a long way to go." He smiled. "Business is tricky."

"Indeed." She affirmed and nodded.

"Let me ask you something. It's a riddle. If you have three, you have three. If you have two, you have two. But if you have one, you have none. What is it?" He asked, amused, and Minho shot her a curious glance as well.

Crystal pondered on the answer for a bit, rubbing her chin with her fingers.

"Choices." She replied after a few seconds, much to Mr. Choi's delight.

"You're clever." He grinned. "Okay... one more question. One of my employees made a harsh mistake that cost us a lot of money. Let's say, someone's salary for a whole year. Should I fire him?"

"That's more of a management question, isn't it?" Crystal smiled.

"Good management is part of any successful business."

"That's correct."

"So?"

"Of course, this is dependent on more factors, including their performance up until that point and what kind of mistake they've made, but personally I wouldn't fire that employee."

"Why not?" He raised a brow questioningly.

"Because they will never make that mistake again. Someone new might."

"I see... that's an interesting take." Mr. Choi smirked.

"Did you fire them?" Crystal asked, curiosity lacing her tone.

"No. I had the same thoughts as you, and indeed, he hasn't made any mistakes since. He's proven to be a valuable employee."

"That's great. I'm glad it worked out in the end."

"Crystal, dear, what's your biggest weakness?"

"Oh, I'm definitely a perfectionist who doesn't know when to stop." She chuckled.

"Minho, you picked a good one." Mr. Choi stood up from his chair and looked at Crystal. "Apply for a summer internship at our company as an assistant manager. You might just be the right fit." He winked, and with that, he retreated to his room.

Crystal looked at Minho, who looked back at her shocked. He knew she was smart, he just didn't expect her to impress his uncle enough for him to offer her a job.

"So... we should go to sleep too. I'll take you back home tomorrow." Minho stood up and offered her his hand in support. "Sorry, but the whole house's full, so we'd have to sleep in my room... I can sleep on the floor if you're uncomfortable."

"Don't be silly." She chuckled. "We slept many times next to each other."

They went to his bedroom and Minho gave Crystal some clothes to change into. They were a bit too large for her, but they were his, and they smelled just like him, and her heart started beating faster.

She sat down on the bed and waited for him to come back, her heart ringing in her ears. She felt emotional, but most importantly, she felt happy, and he was the main reason for it.

"Thank you so much for today." She smiled as he sat down in front of her. "I've never... had a family dinner like this before. Your family is very sweet, and I had a great time."

"I'm glad you came." He returned her smile.

"Why did you come and get me?"

"Just... you being home on your own on Christmas Eve didn't sit right with me..." He briefly looked away, and she felt her eyes swell up with tears. Why the fuck was he always so thoughtful?

"Thank you. For everything." She leaned in and hugged him, and his arms surrounded her body, dragging her closer, until she ended up in his lap.

They stayed like that for a little while, their hearts beating in unison, and then Minho moved his head a bit away, looking at Crystal.

How beautiful she was like that, in his clothes, with her big dark eyes looking directly into his.

He would be stupid if he let her go again, so he cupped her cheek with his left hand and glanced at her beautiful lips.

The air was stuffy and hot, and he wanted nothing more but to kiss her. He wanted to give in and feel her lips against his, to tell her how beautiful she was, and that he's been in love with her for months now, that he rejected her because he was stupid, and that he's regretted it ever since. He wanted to tell her that she's been occupying his mind all the time, that ever since he left he's been wondering if she ate enough, if she was sleeping well, if work's been difficult.

She wanted to tell him how confused she was once again, because she thought he brought her over as a friend, but now she was in his lap, which must've been the most comfortable place on Earth, and her feelings were all over the place once again, because she's been trying to get rid of her feelings, but they would just come back stronger each time he would do something thoughtful for her.

Instead, they just looked in each other's eyes and tried to understand the other between their unspoken words.

They've both been waiting for the other to say something, and just when Minho gathered enough courage to close the distance between them, a knock on the door pulled them out of their trance, and the moment was gone as quickly as it came.

His mother wanted to check if they had enough pillows and blankets, if Crystal was comfortable, and if there was anything else she could do for them before they went to sleep.

~

The next morning, Crystal had breakfast with Minho's family, and they all opened presents together and ate the chocolates she brought.

Minho then took her home at her request, as she didn't want to intrude any more than she already had and she would have to get back to work soon anyway, and they both pondered on talking about last night, but still, it just didn't feel right for some reason, so neither said anything.

They hugged goodbye in the car and smiled at each other, and Minho told her he's going to come home after New Year's Eve, because training would resume on January 3rd, since the game itself would be on January 15th.

He was going to have a busy time.

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