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ichnite · 8 years ago
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times woojin was 1000% done part i
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maatryoshkaa · 5 years ago
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young god | chapter 5
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chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11| 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |
word count: 3.1k
warnings: descriptions of violence
description: yang jeongin’s body is found outside glow cafe. when you arrive at work, you’re met with a stunned hyunjin and an anxious felix, alongside police captain kim woojin, detective bang chan, prosecutor kim seungmin, and medical examiner lee minho. miroh heights is shaken, and a killer is on the prowl.
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Somewhere, far, far away, someone was speaking. That much, Jisung knew. Maybe it was just another stray thought prickling at the back of his mind. Maybe it was the wind, nipping at the treetops above him. It was like he was underwater -- sinking, sinking, sinking, the voice muffled and distorted.
“...kay over there?”
His breath was leaving him in rough, jagged puffs, chest tightened and heaving. His palms were hot and sticky with blood, the ground was spinning beneath his feet; all the surroundings were melting together into one, dark, incomprehensible mass.
“...can call an ambulance. What hap--”
Jisung reared around, eyes wild. For a split second, he caught sight of a face. A younger boy. Kind, crescent-shaped eyes, and a cherub’s cheeks. He knew this boy. Somewhere, somehow. A memory tickled the back of his mind, a feeble warning.
Feeling worlds away, Jisung watched the boy fall to the ground, and black flooded Jisung’s vision again.
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Jeongin felt his legs give way, eyes rolling up to the sky. Above him, the moon was a lopsided pearl. He felt his heartbeat in his head, throbbing, pounding, splitting; something wet and warm was trickling into his eyes and making them burn.
His eyes were shifting in and out of focus like a broken camera shutter, and when they focused again, the moon disappeared and was replaced by a face -- just as pale, just as cold. Just as beautiful. 
A voice in the back of Jeongin’s head asked weakly if this was what an angel looked like. 
But this boy’s eyes were as wide and dark as craters, glassy and vacant as if he were staring straight through him. As if he couldn’t really see Jeongin at all.
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A boy. It was a boy lying at his feet, blond hair matted with blood pouring from an open wound. A wound that, even though he had no recollection, Jisung knew he caused. Jisung’s feet were rooted to the ground, frozen between the young boy and the mangled corpse. As if he were guarding the threshold between life and death.
Jisung wrenched his feet from their place and peered into the boy’s widened eyes, and all of a sudden the world rushed into focus.
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Jeongin’s eyelids were heavy, so, so heavy, and he wanted nothing more than to simply curl into a small ball on the cool leaves and fall into a deep, deep sleep.
He felt foreign hands fly to his chest, pulling at his sweater, touching his face. Through sluggish, half-closed eyes, he looked to see the same boy, this time eyes wild and frantic and human. A voice was speaking, as muffled as the mumbling of a broken record.
“Who--why? Why is it you? Why are you here?”
Jeongin wanted to say something, to tell the older boy not to cry, that it was okay, but his mouth wouldn’t budge. As his eyes finally closed, Jeongin found himself faintly wondering who would feed the stray puppy when the morning came.
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This was wrong. This was not supposed to happen. This was not part of the plan.
Jisung’s head spun, barely registering the pain when he dropped the bloodstained rock onto his foot, staring instead at the unconscious delivery boy before him.
Yang Jeongin was not supposed to get hurt.
His hands flew to the boy’s neck and nostrils, feeling for a pulse, a breath, anything. After what seemed like an eternity, he felt it -- weak and wavering, but a heartbeat beneath the skin. Jisung’s eyes darted from the forest to the playground.
The main road.
Arms wrapping around the younger boy’s limp body, Jisung lifted him up and began limping out of the forest, stopping only when he had crossed the empty street and reached the darkened storefronts. Setting him down as gently as he could, Jisung’s eyes wandered to the wound blooming from the side of Jeongin’s head. 
It was shallower than he’d thought. The boy had a chance.
He should kill him. They would question him if he lived, and then everyone would know. They would find out about him. 
Jisung’s fingers ticked. He had killed with his bare hands before.
Jisung’s eyes flickered from the boy to his hands, then back to the boy, and lunged.
But instead of the boy’s throat, his fingers reached to frantically push the button for the nearest shop’s doorbell before Jisung took off running, stunned by his own actions, back across the street, through the playground, into the Yellow Wood. 
Out of the corner of his eye -- when Jisung passed the man’s body, passed the delivery boy’s abandoned bicycle -- he caught a glimpse of the stray dog from earlier. Scraggly and dirty, dark glittering eyes watching him. Jisung tore his gaze away.
Jisung only realized he was crying once he reached his apartment, when his tears had washed away the thick, metallic taste of blood in his mouth.
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Hwang Hyunjin jolted out of sleep at the sound of the doorbell. He groaned and rolled over in his bed, burying his head under his pillow to muffle the ringing. A prank, or, more likely, some student drunk out of their mind and wandering the main street.
Screwing his eyes shut, Hyunjin tried to fall back asleep, but ended up tossing and turning for the next few hours, the piercing ringtone having chased sleep away. He was a light sleeper, after all.
Hyunjin cursed and swung his legs over the bed, making sure not to wake his sleeping grandmother in the other room as he threw on pants and made his way down to the cafe. The sky was still dark, the tables and chairs casting long shadows along the tiled floor. His eyes flicked to the clock. 4 A.M. Maybe he would set up shop early, and go back to sleep behind the counter until you came in for work.
Hyunjin pushed on the glass doors to prop them open. And that was when he saw him.
“Jeongin?”
Hyunjin recognised him instantly. The hoodie and jeans that were a few sizes too big, the blond mop of hair he loved to ruffle, but something was horribly, horribly wrong.
For one, his signature bike was nowhere to be seen. But what sent Hyunjin’s falling to his knees, heart plummeting straight to his gut, was the dark pool of blood formed around Jeongin’s head. 
“J-Jeongin? Jeongin, can you hear me? Jeongin, please--”
Feeling like his legs had turned to jello, Hyunjin scrambled for the payphone outside the cafe, fingers shaking violently as he punched in three numbers, never tearing his eyes off of his younger friend.
“911, what is the nature of your emergency?” 
“I found--there’s--there’s a kid on the street--he’s b-bleeding real bad--” 
“Is he conscious?”
Hyunjin’s eyes wavered, forcing his voice to stay steady. “N-no, he doesn’t seem to be conscious.”
“Can you identify him, sir?”
At this, Hyunjin felt a sob burn in his throat and shoved it down. “Y-yeah. Yeah, everyone knows him -- it’s Yang Jeongin, the delivery boy.”
He barely heard the dispatcher’s response, something about sending an ambulance and officers as soon as possible and to remain calm. Feeling as though he were trapped in a nightmare, Hyunjin huddled over Jeongin’s body, looking up only when he heard the wail of sirens approaching. Even when the ambulance and police arrived, Hyunjin couldn’t bring himself to move from Jeongin’s side, hands trying to warm the younger boy’s bled-out, cold ones.
“He’s a kid--just a kid. Please, I’m begging you, save him.”
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You came to work expecting the usual -- a horde of sleep-deprived students and professors queuing up for their daily dose of caffeine -- and instead got a near-empty Glow Cafe surrounded by police cars and patrol officers.
Inside, most of the chairs were still stacked on the tables, a Closed sign hanging at the door. You’d never seen Hyunjin so shaken. The barista only acknowledged you with a slow, silent nod, eyes busy staring out the window. Watching him worriedly from the side was Felix, sat tapping his fingers anxiously on an empty glass. He looked relieved when you arrived, pulling out a chair for you behind the counter.
What happened? You mouthed to your best friend, who bit his lip before leaning closer and replying.
“It’s Jeongin. Hyunjin found him outside the cafe this morning, unconscious and bleeding from his head real bad. Nobody knows why.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hyunjin’s fingers tighten their grip on the counter, knuckles turning white.
Your eyes widened in shock. Jeongin? You mouthed, and Felix nodded, sighing. A camera hung from his neck, turned off; his notebook and pen were abandoned on a nearby table. That was what you respected about Felix -- even though he was the school photographer and one of the best journalists on the campus paper, he was also one of the most genuine people you knew -- never pushing moral boundaries for the sake of a big story. That was probably why he was by Hyunjin’s side right now, instead of outside pestering police for information.
The door swung open, making you look up. Two men, one in a black police uniform and the other wearing a grey suit jacket, walked up to the counter. Both looked equally grim.
Felix cleared his throat. “Y/N, meet the police captain and the lead prosecutor.”
The older one, the police captain, shook your hand. “Kim Woojin,” he said, nodding. He looked much younger than you’d expect any police captain to be -- late twenties, at most. Still, the hard set in his jaw gave you the feeling that he’d seen his fair share of heinous crimes.
The other, younger man smiled at you politely. “I’m Kim Seungmin.” Everything, from the tone in his words to the suit jacket he wore was clean and orderly. In his hands were a cup of lukewarm, undrunk coffee.
You nodded slowly, head still spinning from the news Felix had just broken. “Does...does the police captain usually come to the crime scene?” You couldn’t help asking. His presence -- not to mention the prosecutor’s -- seemed to make the whole situation seem even more serious. 
“Not usually,” Woojin admitted, “but we’ve been getting reports of similar incidents as of late. There is enough evidence to suggest that Yang Jeongin’s attack is linked to several other ones from this month.”
Linked to other attacks. “So, like...a serial killer?” Felix’s voice was dubious, but the words hung heavily in the air and made you shiver.
The police captain nodded grimly. “It’s still being investigated as we speak, but -- and I truly regret to say this -- there has been a sharp increase in homicides near Miroh Heights as of late. The correlations are too suspicious to ignore.”
Your thoughts flashed to the newspaper Jeongin had delivered just yesterday. Murder at Miroh Heights. The burnt-down flat, one prostitute dead. But what connection did Yang Jeongin, neighborhood delivery-boy, everyone’s favourite face to glimpse in the morning, have with a hooker from the outskirts of campus?
The door burst open again, breaking the heavy silence to reveal a pale man, curly blond hair tousled from running, the top buttons of his white dress shirt undone. He looked around the cafe wildly before his eyes landed on the counter. “Woojin!”
“Chan,” Woojin replied, raising an eyebrow. “Any news?”
Chan exhaled, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ve sent my team to ask everyone around the area, but so far no one was around when it happened. We’ve just finished taking photographs and the rough sketches. Not much evidence to bag -- I’m betting most of it’s on the boy, ‘specially his clothing, but we’ll need to wait ‘till he’s in a stable condition before we proceed.”Chan turned to you, Felix, and Hyunjin, outstretching a hand and a warm smile. “I’m Detective Bang Chan, but just Chan is fine.”
“Y-Y/N,” you barely manage to get out, still overwhelmed by the rush of information. “This is Felix, Hyunjin.”
Chan nodded briefly before turning back towards Woojin and Seungmin. “Also, Minho found another dead body.”
Both Woojin and Hyunjin’s heads snapped up. The police captain looked like he was about to strangle the detective. “Perhaps that would have been a good thing to mention first, Detective Bang?”
Chan only flashed Woojin a wide, winning smile before cocking his head towards the door. “You wanted news, I gave you the news. Anyways, they need you on scene ASAP.”
Woojin sent Chan a withering look before glancing at you, Felix, and Hyunjin, who had gotten up from behind the counter. “Are you sure you want to come? I understand your concern, but--”
“We won’t get in the way of anything,” Hyunjin blurted suddenly, speaking up for the first time since you’d arrived. “I just--I need to know what happened. If it’s connected to my friend. Please.”
Woojin looked warily from Hyunjin’s face to you and Felix’s, before sighing. “Alright, but be...prepared. For what you might see.” 
With that, he turned, speaking quietly to Chan as Seungmin gently nudged you towards the door of the cafe. Outside, the sun was almost uncomfortably bright, a jarring contrast to the bleak crime scene around you. As you ducked under the police tape to cross the main road, your eyes lingered on the dried pool of blood staining the cobblestones, the outline of a body scrawled with white chalk. Only hours before, it was Jeongin’s body that had lain there. A cold chill trickled down your spine, and you tore your gaze away.
Chan was heading for the Yellow Wood, you realized -- weaving through the playground, down the winding park trails and into the forest. It wasn’t difficult to guess where the supposed body was -- a crowd had already formed around a tall oak tree, hushed murmurs and sounds of disgust filling the air.
You hadn’t realised you’d been holding your breath until you caught sight of a man -- the coroner, you guessed, judging from his all-white uniform, gloves, and shoe covers -- zipping up a black body bag. When he shifted to the side, you caught a glimpse of gleaming white skull encrusted with decaying flesh before it disappeared behind the body bag’s zipper. Feeling your stomach flip, you looked away -- straight into the eyes of a very familiar boy.
“Jisung?” 
It probably wasn’t unusual to see another student crowded around the body, as most of the crowd were curious university residents stopped on their way to class -- but unlike the rest of them, Jisung was inside the yellow police tape, beside the coroner.
His wide eyes filled with surprise before crinkling into a bright smile. He waved, and you heard Chan raising his voice behind you.
“Alright, clear off everybody; move away from the crime scene, please.” He turned to you. “I’m not going to make you leave, but there isn’t much to see. They finished up pretty quickly. As for you, Hwang Hyunjin--” he looked at the barista, whose jaw was clenched tight, narrow eyes staring at the black body bag. “Go take the day off or somethin’, you look horrible.” The detective clapped him on the back before diving into the crowd, ducking under the police tape.
Felix put a firm hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “He’s right, you know. Go back to sleep, you’ve been up since 4.” When the taller boy didn’t budge, Felix gently turned him away. “C’mon, ‘jin. They need to preserve the scene, we’ll be no help anyways.”
Even though you were filled with questions and burning curiosity, you knew Felix was right, and let the crowd of students dispersing push you out of the Yellow Wood. Momentarily looking back, you were startled to see Jisung’s eyes still on you, before his face finally disappeared behind the throngs of trees and people.
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Jisung looked back down at the spot where the body had been. Behind him, a couple of officers were helping Minho lift the body bag into the morgue van. Your eyes were burned into his mind, the look of surprise and confusion on your face when you had made eye contact. He shook his head. There was no way you suspected him, right? Nobody suspected him. He would explain this all later. It would all be okay. It was all under control.
“Who are you?” He looked up into the face of Kim Woojin -- the police captain, he supposed, from the uniform and the way the older man carried himself. “If you aren’t an investigating officer, I’m afraid--”
Chan put a hand on the captain’s arm. “Relax, Woojin. This is Han Jisung, health sciences kid. We went to the same high school. All right, ‘sung?” 
Jisung smiled. “Long time no see, Chan.”
Woojin frowned. “But why is he--”
“I let him in,” the coroner interrupted -- Lee Minho, medical examiner. “He’s a medical student, after all. Loads of Miroh’s health sciences majors go into our field, so I thought letting him watch close-up wouldn’t hurt. He didn’t touch anything.”
Woojin rubbed his forehead as if he had a pounding headache, but nodded at Jisung. “Alright, it’s nice to meet you. Minho, what’s your take on the scene?”
Minho removed his gloves. “Both the victim we found at this site and Mr. Yang had severe signs of trauma to the head. I’m guessing the man found here died between midnight and 3 A.M., but it’s hard to tell if the coldness of his body is due to rigor mortis, or the sheer amount of blood loss. Mr. Yang was found at around 4 A.M., so it’s very likely that the two attacks are connected. No weapon nor DNA was found -- traces of footprints, fingerprints, et cetera. We’ll need to thoroughly examine the body for sure, but the murder weapon is most likely a crowbar or hammer. I’ll send the rest of the files when I get back to the lab. We’re working against a meticulous killer, Captain Kim.”
“I see. Thank you, Minho.” He turned towards the officers. “Back to headquarters, everyone. Detective Bang, meet me in my office -- we have a serial killer case on our hands.”
When the police and forensics departments had driven off, Jisung turned to Minho. The coroner was staring at the ground -- examining the area the body had been lying on, or lost deep in thought, Jisung couldn’t tell.
He cleared his throat. “So. Crowbar or hammer, huh?”
Minho didn’t look up. “It’s easier to believe than a rock, anyways. It’s disposed of already, by the way. Your fingerprints are as good as gone. Footprints, too.” He cocked his head in the direction of Glow Cafe. “Can’t do anything about that boy, though, I’m afraid.”
Jisung shook his head. “It’s--it’s fine. He wasn’t supposed to--” he broke off, steadying himself. “And the man’s body?”
“Practically unidentifiable. It’s an easy cold case.” Minho slammed the door of the morgue van shut. “Another mystery that leaves the police--and yours truly--baffled.” 
“Thanks, Minho.”
The coroner didn’t look him in the eye as he started the van. A small smile pulled at his lips, but there was no trace of humour. 
“You always seem to forget, Han Jisung. I’ve been doing this for thirteen years.”
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xhaotixaesthetica · 5 years ago
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Direwolf!Chan (Hyrbid AU!Chan)
Starlink Intergalactic Navigator 
Author's Note: Finally got around to writing some of the personal stuff I wanted to write for this blog! I don’t have any requests as of my wrtiting this on Dec. 2, 2019 so feel free to request right now! Also note that I obviously don’t know anything about Chan’s siblings or his family so I had to make a lot of stuff up for the headcanon, this doesn’t reflect their actual personalities cause idk them. ALSO PLEASE TAKE NOTE:  these are so long that I’m going to make a separate headcanon for all of the members that’s about dating hybrid SKZ, so we’re not going over that right now, this is just about them as general hybrids. It’s gonna be a big polyship thing tho cause other wise i’d have like 9 different versions of the reader)
Trigger Warning: mentions of death, depression, self-hatred, insomnia, and themes of mental illness 
Genre: fluff, with bits of angst 
Word-Count: 3.3K+ 
You are in: the Amalgam Star System 
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YES HYBRID AU!CHAN
Lezzgetit
Chan is pretty rare in a multitude of ways
for one he’s a wolf hybrid
wolf hybrids are very rare and hard to get right
the pups usually come out with lots of birth defects and rarely make it past two weeks
and not only is he a wolf, he’s a DIREWOLF
Direwolves are like the superhuman monster version of wolves, the same in looks but generally 3X the size with incredible strength and speed
They are also considered feral, dangerous, savage beasts
In all countries except 6, it is illegal to breed direwolves. Direwolves and Direwolf shifters are to be killed on sight or brought to the government for testing/genital neutralization surgery.
Because of these restrictions, any direwolf or direwolf shifter you find is likely to be a wildling
That’s what Chan is
Chan was born deep in the woods to a human father and a direwolf mother. Both cared for and doted on their son extensively. Whenever food was low, they gave it to Chan. Whenever it was cold, they’d cuddle up to their son to protect him from the elements
Then they gave had a daughter named Hannah and a son named Lucas.
Their parents were surprised to see that Chan, instead of having the normal jealousy an only child gets when they have to share their attention with new siblings, actually grew quite protective over his brother and sister
That was when they knew Chan was an alpha. Being an alpha direwolf means that if Chan were to ever get caught by the government, he would not receive a quick death or be allowed to live as human — after an invasive neutering.
No, he would be kept in captivity all his life in a government facility, subjected to torturous experiments.
They knew that protecting their children was more important then than ever.
From a young age, Chan’s mother taught Chan to hunt. While Chan’s father taught them survival skills like recognizing poisonous plants, starting fires, tracking, trapping, cleaning wounds, and properly cooking things, their mother taught them how to fight, how to use weapons, how to shift and fight in their wolf form, and how to fight as a group to maximize protection.
Their family lived in hiding but they were all happy.
Each of the kids had different talents. Chan was extremely good at hunting animals, defending the house, and protecting his family, as well as cooking anything anyone brought home. Surprisingly, he was also pretty good at taming animals, in his human form at least.
Hannah was adept at identifying poisonous things, gathering roots and berries, and setting traps. Lucas was good at medicine, growing things, starting fires.
So the kids made the household pretty damn efficient.
Fast forward to when Chan’s thirteen and that’s when things take a turn for the worse
Chan saw footprints in the earth, footprints that were obviously from a large person with a heavy stride and big hunting boots.
The whole family was on high alert for a week. The knew a hunter had probably spotted them and ratted them out.
Chan, Hannah, and their mother could have ran, they could shift into their wolf forms and survive on rabbits and other things.
But his father was a human and Lucas hadn’t really learned how to control his shift yet. They wouldn’t survive that kind of life in hiding and if they left them at the house, they’d be killed for harboring direwolf shifters.
So, as they expected, the government showed up at their house days later.
It was...bad
Chan’s dad went down and his mom told him to take his siblings and run, leave his parents behind so he could protect Lucas and Hannah.
And reluctantly, he did just that
They didn’t last long
Chan tried his best, he really did, but Hannah and Lucas didn’t really stand a chance
They were younger than him, their wolf forms less developed, Hannah didn’t have the stamina he did and Lucas barely had a wolf form at all
Chan barely escaped with his life
He was....distraught to say the least
He felt that it was all his fault, he was supposed to protect their family and now they were all dead and he was still alive
Alpha shifters are known to be the defenders, which was why his family counted on him so much for that. He felt that he failed as an Alpha, as a son, and as an older brother and he’d never forgive himself for that
Now cut to you
Your parents were hybrids rights activists
They acquired Woojin when he was a baby from a circus after his mother died from maltreatments from the circus
They fostered Woojin for a bit before he was adopted by your mother’s friend
Then, later on, they had you
You and Woojin grew up side by side as best friends
And when you were thirteen, a year after Chan’s family was slaughtered, Woojin burst into your parent's house looking frantic and terrified and carrying Chan on his back
Chan was in pretty bad shape, dark circles under his eyes, underfed, giant claw marks and bruises on him
Your parents were pretty distraught, they couldn’t think of who could have done this to a person, much less a kid that young.
You all cleaned his wounds and took care of him.
Woojin looked extremely apprehensive the entire time
When you all finished with Chan, Woojin grabbed your mother’s arm and said, “Don’t tell anyone about him. No one can know. And never be in a room alone with him.”
And before anyone could ask questions, he left
Woojin didn’t ever get too close to Chan, never visited him when he was unconscious, and got very upset whenever you or your parents went in a room alone with him to take care of him
But he still wouldn’t say what was making him so apprehensive of Chan
“It’s not my business to tell.”
But you didn’t pay Woojin any attention skjsksj
You grew very attached to Chan
It took two weeks of intensive care from you and your family for him to wake up
During those two weeks, you all obviously didn’t know Chan’s name, and you called him Angel Boy because you thought he was very pretty
You’d always make sure his IV drip was proper, check on him all the time, sit with him, and read him stories and talk to him and shit
Chan won’t admit it until years later, but your voice really helped him during that time, sometimes he can still remember it
That year he spent alone and on the run, terrified, paranoid, wallowing in loneliness, depression, self-hatred, and survivor’s guilt really took its toll on him so to hear someone being so kind and caring for him helped him wake up a lot quicker
Even though Chan was exposed to lots of love and happiness in his childhood, it only took that one day for him to realize that the world hates him for what he is and the few humans he met in that year by himself only served to reinforce that
He didn’t think anyone would ever care about him again :(
When Chan wakes up, Woojin absolutely refuses to even go down the hallway he’s in
You and your family are ecstatic but a bit worried because Chan doesn’t really do anything once he wakes up
He doesn’t ask who you are or why he’s there, doesn’t ask if you’re going to hurt him, he really seems like he doesn’t care
You thought that that would make Woojin ease up on him, but if anything that seemed to make him distrust Chan more
Direwolves had even more enhanced senses than other hybrids so it wasn’t hard for Chan to hear you and Woojin’s frequent arguments about him
Woojin kept saying that Chan was dangerous, he wouldn’t say why, but he seemed to be fairly certain that Chan would eviscerate you and your family in your sleep or something
You argued that you’d been alone with Chan plenty of times and he’d never shown a tendency toward violence for anything, much less people
Chan didn’t want to be a burden and he certainly didn’t want to cause a rift between you and your best friend
So one night he tried to leave your house
He didn’t really have a plan, he was in an unfamiliar place and the last thing he wanted was to be caught by the government
But you’d been so nice to him and he really liked you and he was terrified to ruin your life the way he thinks he ruined his family’s
He was so emotionally upheaved that night that even though he had amazing senses, he didn’t hear you get out of bed
You were going in the kitchen for a midnight snack when you saw him about to go out of the front door
You ran up behind him and hugged him around the middle before you knew what you were doing
Chan froze, surprised to say the least
“Please don’t go. You don’t have anywhere to go and I don’t want you to get hurt. Please stay.”
Stay
You wanted him to stay
The next thing you knew Chan burst into tears
He cried for a loooongg time
You both just sat on the sofa with him sobbing in your arms and holding you like you would disappear
Chan got better after that
He still didn’t talk, but he got out of bed now. He did chores around the house and helped with your homework
yes his father actually taught him school things lmao
i go to school boi
your parents were amazed at the change in him
Chan didn’t really smile that much or have a lot of facial expressions at all
And if you ever passed by his room at night, you’d probably hear him crying
Plus sleep didn’t come easily at all to him, his case of insomnia was quite severe
But baby steps
Even though Chan didn’t walk, you and your family certainly talked to him
You always included him in the conversation and you could tell he was listening
Woojin still didn’t want to be around Chan
Chan would stay out of whatever room Woojin was in. He knew that Woojin was aware of what he was and that he was terrified of him, so he gave him space
Whenever Chan would stray too close to Woojin, he would freeze and stop talking, the hair on the back of his neck raised, and he wouldn’t relax until Chan got farther away from him
You had no clue why he was acting like this
Woojin was a grizzly bear hybrid, damn near an apex predator, and he acted like a mouse whenever he saw Chan
A year passed, you’re now 14 and Chan’s 15, and one night, Chan was sitting in the kitchen unable to sleep
That night, sleep happened to be eluding you as well so you decided to join him
That night was the first time you ever heard Chan talk
And it was about his family
He told you every single thing he ever knew about his parents and his siblings. About the way they were raised and how funny Hannah was and how much he liked looking at the stars with his mom
When your parents came down for work, Chan was still talking
They didn’t go to work that day and you didn’t go to school
You all sat with Chan and listen to him talk about his life
He didn’t mention anything about what he was, that was a bit too much for him
And he didn’t mention anything about what happened to his family, but judging from how much he loved them and the fact that they weren’t with him now, you all knew something terrible happened to them
That conversation was exactly what Chan needed
It felt so good to talk about his family, to tell someone about them
And even though that didn’t take away his survivor’s guilt at all, he felt a lot better
And he was talking now, he didn’t cry as much, and he slept more :)
He was slowly, very slowly, going through some kind of recovery
Chan is very thankful to you and your family for saving him
And even to Woojin, because even though he thinks Woojin hates him, he knows that Woojin was the one who saved him and brought him there in the first place
Because of this Chan grew quite overprotective of all of you
He always cooked, made you healthy but still somehow delicious food, helped where he could with your homework, did chores, made you and your parents packed lunches with cute notes in them, even throwing extra snacks in yours and telling you to give it to Woojin who would always blush when you gave them to him
Even though he’d been so cold at the beginning, he was so loving and thoughtful, and sweet that even Woojin was finding it hard to be scared around him anymore
He still didn’t let Chan too close and he was still observably wary of him, but they could at least be in the same room and carry a conversation now
wow, we stan character development
Chan eventually enrolls in school with you and Woojin
Your parents are some chaotic good, law-breaking ass activists, and managed to secure some fake records and papers and stuff for Chan
You, looking at the very convincing documents: “Uh, how did you guys get this?”
One of your parents says, “Email” while the other simultaneously says, “Triangle” and then they both start glaring at each other
The other kids at school are kind of scared of Chan at first tbh
In multiple videos of SKZ, some of the members say other trainees were scared of him and he didn’t talk to people and I find that so hard to believe but yet at the same time.....i can totally see it
He has an expressionless face and just stalks around the halls in his all-black but at the same time he’s intimidatingly gorgeous, not to mention he glares at anyone that he thinks is mistreating you and Woojin and he’s serious af about his schoolwork
But he’s also really sweet and kind and helps people with homework, helps people talk to their crushes, and beats up bullies
He becomes pretty popular very quickly
He joins the swim team and is a fucking beast, bringing home medal after medal
He gets high grades in AP classes and tutors a bunch of people and all the teacher’s love him and he’d kind of surprised because wow he’s happy and life is going good
Woojin is already pretty popular cause he’s hot af and has blessed the school choir with his godly voice
And you’re best friends with him and now also best friends with the hot new swim team captain and everyone’s like WHAT IS THEIR SECRET
You have a shit ton of girls constantly coming @ u asking how to confess to Woojin and you’re like??? as if i have a fucking clue cause i like them too bitch tf
But THATS FOR ANOTHER HEADCANON (these are so long that I’m going to make a separate headcanon for all of the members that’s about dating hybrid SKZ, so we’re not going over that right now, this is just about them as general hybrids)
Another year goes past, you’re 15 and Chan’s 16 and Woojin is pretty comfy with Chan by this point
This is also when you and Woojin are just now learning of Chan’s birthday
“WHAT THE HELL CHRIS? WHY DIDN’T YOU FUCKING SAY SOMETHING?!”
“I don’t know, I guess I just forgot.”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT, WHAT THE F U C K!”
Unfortunately, his bday has already passed but you, Woojin, your parents, and Chan’s parents all decide to throw him a bday party anyway
So Chan gets home after swim practice one day, and he’s v pouty and salty about the fact that you and Woojin didn’t wait for him to walk him home
But then he walks in and sees all the party decorations and food and cake and you’re all standing there smiling at him, all so loving and caring that he can’t stop himself
“I’m a direwolf hybrid”
For a few seconds, Chan doesn’t even process what he’s said
It’s silent immediately
You and Woojin’s parents have their jaws dropped and you’re confused as hell
Woojin just looks really really sad
And Chan doesn’t know what do to
He loves all of you, you’re like his family. He already lost one, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to take losing another one
He doesn’t want you to be afraid of him, doesn’t want you to turn him in, or kick him out
But he doesn’t want to leave you either
He knows that your parents and Woojin’s are hybrid rights activists and instilled those values into you and Woojin but he feels that that’s different
Chan doesn’t have a cute little tail or ears on his head. And, unlike most hybrids, he can full-on change into the animal he’s mixed with. He’s more like a werewolf, an ancient monster, than a hybrid like Woojin
And Chan doesn’t know what else to do so he runs
He sprints out of the door at a speed that you’ve never seen before
And even though you’d previously thought direwolves and their subsequent hybrids were just a fairy tale monster to scare kids, you instantly believe him
You also don’t give two single shits
Because you love Chan, you care about him and he’s your best friend. You know how good of a person he is and yeah, you’ve heard about how dangerous direwolves are but you trust Chan and you know he would never hurt you
You all go out and look for him but you know it’s pretty much a lost cause. The city is big and Chan was raised to be able to hide and survive if you wanted, you guys don’t have a chance of finding him if he doesn’t want you to
You just have to trust that he’ll come back
You guys don’t see a trace of Chan for two days
During this time, Woojin reveals that this was something he knew from the moment he saved Chan. He could smell it in his scent, very similar to a wolf hybrid’s but with a trace of something else a lot more powerful. It was the reason he was so terrified and mistrusting of him
He feels really guilty about how he treated Chan at first, feeling like it was his fault that Chan was convinced you’d all hate him now
Because he knows Chan’s aware that he knew and he thinks he’s the one that scared him so much about revealing that
Even though you’re, admittedly, a little miffed at him, you understand and you can see how much he’s beating himself about it now
You both especially start freaking out when you connect the dots and realize that that's what must have happened to Chan’s family. They were hunted and he blames himself
When Chan finally comes back, he’s surprised to get tackled in hugs, you’re all crying and talking about how worried you were about him and how you thought you’d never see him again
And he sees that you all still love him and this doesn’t really change anything
Chan didn’t think he missed his wolf form that much until you all take a trip out to the woods one day and he can finally shift again
he’s entirely too massive to be going into his wolf form in the house
and you and Woojin are just amused as shit watching this absolutely massive apex predator frolicking around in the grass, chasing you all and nipping at your heels, laying around with his tongue hanging out of his mouth
And you two are like wow we would really die for this thing
But it’s ok cause Chan would die for yall too 
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A/n: Again not requested but I wanted to do it. Requests are open btw!
WARNINGS: swearing, bangchan being freaking swoon worthy
Member: Bangchan ft. Seungmin (and obviously a couple other members)
Summary: Your friend (we are just gonna call her Irene idfk) had this huge crush on your brother's friend, who you didn't really know that well but you were really chill with everyone and you agreed to help her. Over time you slowly inch yourselves into your brothers friend group, but what happens when feelings go different ways.
Genre: student au, school au, dancer reader!au, fluff, angst towards the end.
Get ready. This is about to be long. Part 2?
(Also I honestly should be writing my next chapter for my fic on quotev or doing hw but I'm doing this instead. Love that.)
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"He is just so cool! Why won't you help me?" Your friend Irene pleaded from her spot on your bed. I lay on my bedroom floor with my legs propped up against the wall. Her long hair fell off the side of my bed as I looked over at my bestfriend since fourth grade.
"I don't even know him!" She sighed, clearly distraught. "He's friends with your little brother, right?" I scoffed. My brother Jeongin had immediately befriended the boy whomst our conversation was about. The boy in question was a senior exchange student at our school named Bangchan, but my brother only referred to him as Chan. "How the hell am I supposed to get him to-" "I'll buy you sushi from the corner store every friday."
"Really?" I flipped over to send her an intense stare. "Really." Irene returned the look with a smile. "Every other day." She looked up in thought, probably imagining her wallet screaming. "Deal!" I scooted over and we did our bestfriend handshake.
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"YAH! YANG JEONGIN!" I screamed at my little brother, causing Irene to laugh beside me. "WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?" My brother yelled from what what sounded like downstairs. I heard laughter as well which meant he probably had a couple of the boys over. I motioned for Irene to follow downstairs.
Before we could finish descending the staircase, I stopped in my tracks, causing Irene to bump into me. "Y/n what the hell-- Oh." I could practically hear the smirk in her voice. He sat in my living room looking ironically perfect. The boy who I had painstakingly had a crush on since the fourth grade. My brother sat with him and our friend Jisung on the couch. I still don't understand why he affects me this much. I hang out with him, Jisung, my brother, and our friend Felix all the time.
"Oh, hey Y/n!" Kim Seungmin said with a smile that cause his eyes to crinkle on the sides. "Uh- I- Hi!" Something about him caused me to turn from my usual cool character into a lovesick little girl. The worst part was I didn't mind. "Did you want something, noona?" My brother asked, grabbing my attention again.
"Oh. Yeah, are you guys going to practice tonight?" Seungmin, Felix, and his friend Changbin were all on the football team. The boys would go to all the games and practices to support them and occasionally I would come along (for the view). They nodded and told us they were leaving in about ten minutes. "You mind if we tag along?" Jisung quickly agreed with me and said he would drive us.
"Great! We'll be back in a sec!" I quickly shoved Irene back up the stairs and tossed her a pair of my jeans before trading out my sweatpants for another pair of denim pants. "Why are we going to the practice again?" I threw on a crop top and a light oversized jean jacket. "All of the boys go to support the team. Also I would like an excuse to stare at Seungmin without anyone finding out that I think he is hotter than Minho thinks his reflection is." She chuckled and grabbed a crop hoodie from my closet, knowing I was used to her borrowing my clothes.
The two of us rushed downstairs and got into Jisung's jeep, which he and I often went off roading in after a heavy rain. As we got out of the car, Seungmin came to walk beside me. While he had to leave to get changed, we followed the other boys up into the bleachers and to a pair of boys I vaguely recognized sitting in the middle of the risers. While my brother and Jisung sat next to them, Irene and I sat on the riser below them.
"Chan, Woojin you remember my sister." I looked at the boy my brother identified as Chan and immediately realized why Irene was so infatuated by him as he shook my hand. He was obviously older than us, most likely a fourth year, yet he had this youthful glow about him. He had a bright smile with a cute pair of dimples and fluffy dirty blonde hair. "I'm Y/n and this is my friend, Irene." He smiled at me, his dimples showing as he greeted the both of us. The six of talked as we waited for the team to come out.
"That is the worst name you could possibly have in a high school!" Bangchan laughed. "I'm not lying! My Pre-Cal teacher's name actually is Mrs. Head!" I tried to convince them through laughs that I was indeed telling the truth. "No way!" Irene wiped a tear from her cheek, smiling ear to ear. "The worst part about it is that she's a mouth breather too." With that Jisung laughed so hard he fell backwards between the riser and the ground, effectively causing his butt to become stuck. Everyone but my brother couldn't stop laughing. He just look at us in confusion.
"I don't get it." Jisung leant up about to whisper in my brother's ear. "Hey! Let's save some of his innocence." Chan breathed out between laughs. The coach's whistle sounded and the team came out. We all cheered, but the rest of the group soon went back to their conversation. I however was fixated on player number Six, Seungmin.
"Yeah! Go, Seungmin!" I shouted after he caught a pass from Changbin in a scrimmage down field. I thought I felt someone looking at me, but when I turned all I saw was Bangchan who was watching Irene and Woojin talk about choir. Shrugging it off, I went back to watching the practice.
The coach signaled the team to go in about an hour and a half later, and by then we were the only people left in the stands. My friends moved to the back of the bleachers to wait for our other friends, but I stayed and walked to the fence that lead to the field. Immediatley I spotted Seungmin as he ran towards me taking off his helmet, a huge smile across his face. "Hey, Mr. All Star." I said as he reached me, wrapping and arm around me over the waist high fence. "What's up, Twinkle Toes?"
I blushed at his nickname for me. Ever since he found out I studied ballet, he has held the only girly thing about me over my head for the past four years. I looked down as he laughed at my reaction, blush creeping to my cheeks. "Wait for me?" I nodded and he jogged off to the locker rooms.
I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I walked back to my friends. As I rounded the corner I saw Felix and Changbin were already with everyone. As soon as he saw me he screamed, "Y/N!" The blonde boy sprinted towards me, lifting me over his shoulder and spinning me in circles. "FELIX IF YOU DON'T PUT ME DOWN RIGHT FUCKING NOW I WILL SCRATCH OFF EACH OF YOUR FRECKLES WITH THE REMAINDER OF YOUR GAME CONSOLE!" He laughed, placing me with two feet on the ground.
His smile disappeared when he pulled away and saw the scowl still on my face. "Oh shit. Are you really mad at me?" I smacked him upside the head and broke into a smile. "Ehhh! I knew it! Honorary Aussie Activate!" We high fived each other and screamed, "AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI OI OI!"
Everyone except for probably Chan and Woojin ignored the two of us, used to our relationship. Soon Seungmin joined us and we all stood outside the stadium talking. With the night getting later, a cool breeze started to blow and I started to shiver. "Are you cold?" Chan asked. I shook my head no, but felt something being put around my shoulders. I turned to see Seungmin next to me wrapping his Letterman around my shoulders.
I blushed and pulled the fabric closer to my body. Far too soon, it was getting close to Jisung's curfew and he was our ride, therefore we all went our separate ways and headed home. When we dropped her off, Irene pulled me aside and said, "Do you think you could maybe hang out with Bangchan a little more and get some info for me?" I shrugged. He seemed like a pretty cool guy anyway. She smiled and kissed my cheek telling me to text her tomorrow morning.
I got back in my spot up front with Jisung and he drove us back to our house. Before I could get out of the car, Jisung stopped me. I turned to find him tapping his turned cheek. "I want a goodbye like Irene!" He whined. "You want to know how a girl kisses?" His eyes went wide for a second and then the sophomore vigorously nodded. I could see my brother shift in the backseat. I grabbed his cheek and gave it a long wet lick. "EWWWW Y/N!" He wiped his cheek with his sleeve as Jeongin and I laughed.
"Bye, Jisung!" I called back as we entered the house. Going up to my room, I changed into pjs and got ready for bed. Before I could get under the covers, my phone dinged with a notification. Picking up the device from my night stand, I opened Messenger.
UNKNOWN: hiii🙂 umm it's Chan! Ur brother gave me ur number
Y/n: Um Heyy! Why did you need my number?
Channie: Well u see I have this project for my musical composition class that deals with mixing two art forms that dont normally mix. And Jeongin told me u do ballet. I was wondering if u could help me?���🙏
He was literally making free sushi the easiest thing ever. He would finish his project, Irene could get her info. It was a Win, Win, and Free Sushi for Y/n!
Y/n: Yeah! Sure! When do you want to meet?
Channie: Is tomorrow during eighth too soon😅
Y/n: nope! I can do that!
Channie: great! U r a life saver!
I smiled thinking this was going to be easier than I thought. I climbed into bed and looked at the Letterman on my desk. After hesitation, I got up and slipped the jacket on before climbing back into bed, and I honestly was not ashamed that I slept in that shit.
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At the beginning of eighth period the next day, I went to the room Chan texted me with my shoes in hand not knowing what to expect. To my surprise he had just asked me to meet in the choir room. Bangchan sat at the piano with a laptop sitting atop the instrument. He played a few chords and then jotted something down on a notepad next to him. "Knock, knock?" He turned at my voice and smiled, his dimples appearing in a cute way. "Look at you coming prepared, shoes and everything!" I laughed and sat next to him when he motioned me to.
"So, I kind of told you what this was about last night." The boy with messy blonde hair and headphones around his neck said. "For my senior project I wanted to try and mix a rap/hip hop/EDM track with ballet choreography. I thought that might make a really cool visual representation on what the project is about." I nodded as I followed along with the older boy's thought process.
"The problem is I am just terrible at classical music, I mean I've had classical training and I took a few ballet classes when I was young, but I just know the bare minimum and that I absolutely cannot do the splits." My mind pictured Chan in one of my classes, my instructor telling him to push his long ass legs down into the splits and I couldn't help but laugh. "Anyway, I was just hoping you could help me adjust the music so it would be easier to choreograph for ballet and maybe dance to it as well....hopefully. You want to listen?" I nodded and he took the headphones around his neck and placed them over my ears, chuckling when they fell down a little too low.
His long fingers reached over and pressed play on the laptop and a soft electronic beat filled my ears. My eyes closed as I listened to the track. It wasn't what I expected it to be based on how he described his idea. It was incredibly complex, but nonetheless pleasant to the ear. My fingers tapped out the beat on my leg and I could kind of see where he was going to add in lyrics or where he might add a bass drop, or switch to the underbelly track. When the song ended, I removed the headphones and looked at the boy next to me.
He smiled and asked if I wanted to listen to it again. I nodded and went to put on my shoes while he switched out the headphones for a wireless headset. Moving to a clear space in the room, Chan started his track again and I just let my feet do what was natural and remembered the beats that could be changed. I kept my movements small so not to go full out in the tiny space. I marked places where I thought maybe a saut de chat or lift might work. As the second bass dropped I tried doing a fuete keeping my feet en pointe and straight. I could feel Chan's eyes on me, but I focused on marking the rest of the song.
Coming down from my toes, I slid the headset from my ears and went to stand in front of the fourth year boy. "I think I can help you." He beamed up at me excited for the project ahead.
A few months had passed and I had spent most of my time with Bangchan working on his project. Most days I could be found in the choir room with him, or at his house in his makeshift recording studio (i.e. his mother's basement). I spent most of my free time with Bangchan whether we were working or not. Usually Chan and I spent free nights on his bedroom floor watching some show he found or hanging out with Jisung and Felix at the diner near my house. I hadn't heard from Irene in weeks. And to be honest, I hadn't noticed she didn't call.
Chan slowly began to replace her as my bestfriend. Nights in with her became afternoons out with him. Morning calls from Irene turned into late night calls from Chan waiting for the sun to come up. He even became my new source for Kim Seungmin problems and how to solve them.
Although, I hadn't heard from Seungmin lately either. It wasn't unusual. This time of the year he usually hid away and focused on his studies so he could still play on the team. I almost forgot what my life was like before I saw Chan every day after school.
It was the friday before the last away game for our school and I arrived early to the choir room to meet Bangchan. He texted me saying that he had almost finished the lyrics for the track so, I decided to come early and set his things up for him. His laptop was set on the piano and both our notebooks were on the bench. I rolled up the hem of my jeans and took off my sneakers. All of a sudden the door burst open and the room was filled with the sound of giggling and hushed whispers. My head shot towards the door and I froze at the sight.
"Y/n?" Seungmin pushed away the girl whose lips were attacking his neck. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen. My brain screamed for me to run, but my muscles wouldn't move. I tried to keep from bursting into tears at the sight of him with someone else. The girl turned and seeing her face felt like a thousand blows to the stomach. "Oh. Hi, Y/n." Irene.
I wanted to say something. I wanted to scream. My eyes burned as I tried to keep back the tears. Seungmin just stared at me jaw slack. Silent. I couldn't hide the pain on my face and Irene scoffed. "Please, you know he never liked you." Something about her small smile didn't allow me to turn away. "It's only fair."
I couldn't take it anymore. My bare feet pushed myself away from the room. If I didn't leave now I would be stuck there; a prisoner of my own heart and mind. I ran down the hall tears finally spilling over and clouding my vision. My body collided with someone's chest and the force sent my already shaky legs tumbling to the floor. "Y/n?" I hid my face and scrambled to my feet. Can't I just get out of here? "Wait! Y/n!" The person yelled after me.
I let my feet carry me as fast as they could, not caring where. My hands reached for the nearest door and finally found a place of solitude. I placed my hands on the wall and tried to brace my shaking hands and legs. Crying wasn't something I was ashamed of. I was just hurt and embarrassed. My chest started to feel tight and there was a pain in my forehead. I tried to focus through the tears to see I was in the empty boys locker room. With shaking hands I placed a hand on my chest as the room started to tilt and spin.
I couldn't breathe.
I stumbled through the locker room and my head started to spin. My hands found a metal knob and I desperately turned it feeling the tiniest bit of relief when the ice cold water hit my skin. The tile wall was the only thing holding me up as the freezing water drenched my hair and clothes. I couldn't stop thinking about them. What she said. How she was right. How I didn't understand. My legs finally gave out and I collapsed onto the floor trying to take deep breaths through the sobs. I clutched my head trying to relieve the pain I felt there. I wanted to scream. I wanted to keep crying but it hurt to do so. My head slowly lowered itself to my knees and I tried to make myself as small as possible. The harsh feel of the water left red marks on my skin as I tried to stifle my cries.
A pair of arms tried to wrap themselves around me, but I struggled against them shouting to leave me be. After awhile, I felt nothing. I looked up to see Bangchan sitting in front of me, letting the cold water fall onto him. His hair and shirt had already drowned in the water. He just looked at me with almost recognition through his wet blonde locks.
"Don't look at me." I managed to say through broken sobs. "Why?"He cocked his head trying to find a way to make contact with my E/c eyes. My mind struggled to find an answer that made sense.
"I-I don't want you to see me break." "Bullshit." His harsh words shocked me and made me jump back a little. He could see his outburst wasn't the right thing to do. "Y/n did you expect him to run in here and apologize for breaking your heart?"
"No, but-"
"This is what heartbreak feels like. It is a literal and figurative battle in every sense of the word. The thing is....." He struggled to find the right words, he himself knowing he could accidentally set me off in my fragile state. My body had started to shiver from the water, but my face still felt the hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
"It's not glorious. It's not beautiful, and it's definitely not heroic because we can't even save ourselves from how we feel. The thing is you are going to get your heart broken again and again and again. I can promise you that. It is the one sure thing in life. It's going to happen until you look like this."
Drops of water fell onto his skin, as he held my gaze. "One day it isn't going to hurt anymore and you will be able to wear your battles proudly on your sleeve. And it won't be because some guy came and rescued you."
He paused a moment letting me process what he said. The sound of the water hitting the tile echoed throughout the room.
"Heartbreak just means we are human."
After a couple minutes of silence I realized he was done speaking and looked up at him. All he did was gently wrap an arm around my waist and pull me into his chest. His fingers tangled themselves in my wet hair and he held me against his body, which felt safe and warm. He traced soothing patterns into the skin on my side to calm my sobs.
Bangchan didn't try to get up. He knew I wasn't ready. He simply let me sit in his arms and be human for a fleeting moment.
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agustdomain · 6 years ago
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31 skz!
31. your favorite thing, personality-wise, about each member of stray kids
Chris: He is the definition of selfless. He carries all this weight and responsibility with a smile on his face, and is super protective and loyal to his boys. He is so kind-hearted, always looking out for everyone. He has such a big heart, bigger than his body and absolutely breath-taking to watch in action. I admire him and aspire to be as compassionate as him.
Woojin: Even though he’s the oldest, he still has this youthful quality that is hard to miss. He’s precious and adorable in the most genuine way, not because he tries to be but because he just is. And even though he has this tough and cool guy look, it’s a facade for the sweet little bean he is.
Minho: He is so mentally strong, it baffles me. It’s as if nothing fazes him, and of course things have been tough for him in the past. But he hardly showed it and didn’t let it defeat him. He holds a lot of my respect.
Changbin: His persona is quite different from his personality. He’s perceived as this tough and rough cool guy, but he’s honestly your average silly teenage boy that has a cute giggle and a witty mouth. He’s down-to-earth and I feel we’d vibe really well in a room together.
Hyunjin: Where do I even begin, let alone end? This guy is  love in human form. He is bigger than his body- in mind, heart and soul. The passion in his gaze and the drive that he carries is stunning. His warmth shines through in everything he touches and everywhere he looks. He’s just… yeah. So much to say.
Jisung: What does this guy not have? He’s receptive of everyone around him, uplifts everyone and gives everything his all. For being so young, he is powerful in everything he does. Honestly he leaves me in awe.
Felix: He is an actual fluffball. There’s nothing bad to say about him. What I can say I admire most about him is his drive and dedication. He doesn’t back down in the face of failure or fear, but pushes through and always follows up. He’s reliable, and if he wants something he goes and gets it. He is a pivotal part of the team.
Seungmin: For being one of the youngest, he brings a lot of stability and maturity to the team. He looks soft, but isn’t afraid to speak his mind. I identify with that.
Jeongin: I like that bold and carefree attitude he always carries. He’s so optimistic and bright, and aims higher even when he’s struggling. He brings a lot of youth to the team, and it’s refreshing. 
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who?: Wanna One’s Lai Guanlin 
genre: 🌸 
type: scenario 
word count: 2.9K
TW: blood the ‘W1’ clan 
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vamp! AU 
Guanlin was dead even before you met him but maybe you brought him to life 
resurrecting this series so yAY! long after Halloween but I wrote this before Halloween and it’s still Autumn so…..technically…. thank you for requesting this anon! 💖
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“Are you sure you really, REALLY, can’t come? Please?” You begged, perching on the edge of your best friend’s bed, all dressed up in your Halloween costume. It was unusual for you to be so adamant about something, especially when it compromised on your friends’ health. Your actions sickened you to your stomach but the desperation was overpowering it. Yoo Seonho brushed his ruffed up hair out of his eyes, he was wrapped up in about twenty blankets yet he was still shivering - the fever was really eating him alive. His tired eyes met your own and you knew your answer. “I’m sorry Y/N. I’ll have to miss,” he croaked, throat sore from all the coughing. You nodded understandingly, sighing at your own stupidity. Seonho was already so sick yet you were being so insistent. The guilt washed over you like the way models washed their faces in facial cleansing commercials. “I’m sorry,” you apologised with sincerity. “I shouldn’t have pressured you so much.” Luckily, your best friend was a kind and forgiving type of guy. He brushed it off with a wave of his weak arm while muttering, “I know I know. You must feel outcasted now. I’m sorry about that. Never worry, my sickness will clear in a few days.” “How did you even get sick? I thought the supernatural never succumb to ‘minor illnesses you mortals suffer from’?” You teased, clasping his hand and running your thumb over it calmingly. Seonho was a vampire. A young vampire to be more specific. He was part of the 101, and a vampire who held a high rank and command despite being a juvenile - it scared some elders at times, really. Growing up with him, you had no qualms hanging out with a supernatural. In fact, you enjoyed basking in his presence more than some other humans. He kept you safe, cared for you and always made you feel warm. There were bound to be times when his powers were much more prominent. Like when a couple of families went on a ‘neighbourhood trip’ to the beach and he was the only kid sweating in his hoodie. At the time, he was too young to take potions of any sort, unlike his family who blended in like any other mortal. Regardless, you loved your best friend to death and beyond. Back to the present, you glanced at the clock and groaned when it read 6.26pm, it was nearly time for you to go. “Hey,” Seonho said, forcing a smile and showing off his gleaming fangs. “I guess some of us vampires do get affected but I’m sure this is something more -“ he paused to let out coughs. You quickly brought a glass of warm water sitting on his bedside table to his lips. “Thanks. Don’t worry bestie, I’ll be fine but I have to miss W1’s party, I’m sorry. You go have fun, okay? I’ll make sure my hyungs take good care of you.” Inhaling deeply, you let go of Seonho’s hand and stepped away from his bed. “Oh! By the way, I left your care pack over here.” You gestured to the bag that was packed with a pot of homemade soup, a bunch of cute sticky-notes which you hand wrote cute messages and you could never forget the packs of plasma juice in there. You did attempt to head to The Middleman - a popular blood bank among 101 members - but it was just too nauseating for a mere human, even if you grew up surrounded by vampires. Your ears picked up the sounds of the doorbell and the voice of a few people, mellow and low. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. That must be Kenta hyung and Sanggyun hyung. My chick costume can wait another year,” Seonho whispered before his eyes fluttered shut. “Rest well. I’ll be back.” 
Takada Kenta and Kim Sanggyun seemed to be cheerful, lively friends of Seonho. You learned were in a subunit of 101 called JBJ, comprising of six members, the seventh was in discussion. “So, Y/N, what’s your costume for tonight?” Sanggyun asked, giving you a once over. He seemed to be dressed as…well, a stereotypical vampire, the kind you would see in movies Completed with a necktie and even dyed hair, your look for the night was inspired by BTS’ V from ‘Boy In Luv’. It was not the most obvious look though. Donghan scoffed teasingly. “Can’t you see. I’m sure it’s BTS Boy In Luv music video concept kind of thing,” he said, fanboy instincts kicking in. Donghan seemed to be rocking a half-face themed costume, there was a part of his face made up to look like muscular tissues. Hyunbin, who was seated in the front seat of the car looked up from his phone sulkily. “Donghan stole my costume idea.” “Yeah, you’re dressed as Joker and Taehyun hyung is Batman, be grateful. Uh, Yongguk is…a cat,” Kenta spoke up. “I guess I’m back to Teentop’s fanboy.” Kim Yongguk rearranged his cat ears hairband, frowning slightly. “Hyung, you never changed.” “Yah, guys, did you hear? Lai Guanlin flew in from Taiwan just for this party. I’m excited to see him again,” Noh Taehyun mentioned, turning the car around a corner and stopping outside a huge house. Correction: a mansion. 101 headquarters were no joke, you gaped in awe of the building that was filling up with guests and bursting with life. “Wanna One, the highest ranked members and pretty much the ones that get our shit together live here,” Hyunbin stated, sipping from a box of plasma fruit juice. “Take care of Y/N, guys. We need to look out for them.” “Lai Guanlin’s back, I’m sure everyone must be rejoicing. I need to get my Supreme hoodie back from him,” Sanggyun piped up, tossing his plasma juice box into the trash can as the seven of you stepped into the driveway. Lai Guanlin? “Oh! Y/N, Guanlin performed Boy In Luv at his high school showcase in Taiwan. He would know your costume for sure.” Yongguk led the way to the main door, pushing it open. You gulped, feeling the beads of sweat already starting to form in eagerness to meet whoever your new friends were talking about, partially the anxiety of entering your first Halloween party without Seonho. 
Lai Guanlin was not someone to blend into the crowd and his own party was no exception. He stuck out from the sea of faces like a model, like a handsome prince among common folk. He was the youngest of the Wanna One clique, however, he was definitely not one you would want to overlook. Guanlin looked menacing, eyes burning with flames deep within but in reality, he was probably one of the nicest vampires to ever live. Also one of the most powerful. It radiated from him, he was surrounded by an aura that made you want to hang your head, it was just too domineering. You tried to smile as you greeted him, just like the JBJ vamps, but they were his friends and you were a complete stranger. Better still, there was no vampire genetics coursing through your veins. Great, you thought anxiously. I stick out like a sore thumb. “Guanlin, please introduce yourself to new guests too,” Jisung instructed in a caring, motherly tone. His costume looked like an official Superman outfit he probably spent an arm and leg on. Guanlin held out a hand for you to shake, showing off his polished fangs and blood-red lips. “Hello, I’m Guanlin.” The deepness of his raspy voice sent shivers down your spine. Despite how scary he seemed, the fire that lined his eyes was one that only aimed to provide warmth on a cold day. You wanted to hold onto his soft palms forever even if they read a temperature much lower than your own - though, you had gotten used to the colder skin after the many years of clinging onto Seonho - and even if his longer, sharper nails did dig into your thin skin a little. Speaking of thin skin, Guanlin’s heightened sense of smell plucked out your scent from the hundreds of different fragrances, meaning he could also identify the sweet blood of yours. It was a real pain to prevent his eyes from glowing lucid red. “Here,” Jihoon hissed, slipping him a packet of plasma fruit. “Control yourself.” Guanlin nodded, although it was hard to take his hyung seriously when Jihoon was dressed in a pink sausage costume. He was the one who decided the duo needed to take their friendship to the next level. Guanlin was unsure as to whether Woojin and Jihoon were strengthening their bond or tearing it apart. “We’ll see you guys around. I think I see Jonghyun hyung over there.” Hyunbin started in the direction of the older boy whom he was very fond of. The rest of his friends began to head the same way, spotting some of their friends. “Hey V,” Guanlin called out just before you followed your group. “I like your costume.” His lips curved into a smirk as he brought the straw of the juice box closer to them. They seemed plush and velvety, almost beckoning for you to kiss them. But under it’s welcoming exterior disguised a set of lethal fangs you knew you needed to watch out for. 
Illuminated jack-o-lanterns lined the edge of the deserted balcony in a more quiet area of the Wanna One mansion. Chirps of crickets filled the silence, it sounded like a melody to you, to keep you in check, to make sure you were not drunk on soda. The whole evening, you had felt like extra baggage accompanying the boys, like an unneeded third-wheel. You introduced yourself to a handful of their friends but it was awkward being one of the only humans in that space. A human with few supernatural connections, unlike the rest. Sure, Kim Chungha and Choi Yoojung did their best to make you feel more welcomed but the fish out of the water feeling stuck to you like glue. So, finding the most believable excuse you could muster, you slipped off to the balcony to enjoy the night view peacefully, sipping ‘eyeball punch’ from your solo cup. Guess tonight really is a solo night. It’s so different without Seonho around. I hope he’s feeling better. Seonho was not the only person who plagued your mind in that moment, a Wanna One vampire by the name of Guanlin also occupied a significant amount of your thoughts. He was just so handsome, so charming, so intriguing. You desired to learn more about the mysterious vampire yet you were too afraid. Oh goodness, cue eye roll at your ridiculous thoughts. You were just sharing drinks with I.O.I vampires and you’re worried about others? Get yourself together, they’re all the same, no one can harm you. Autumn winds brushed by your sensitive skin, the cold cutting through even the fabric of your long sleeved button down. Yes, you were shuddering slightly but it was not enough to blow you back to the party scene. “The moon’s out tonight.” whatagoodconversationstarter A husky voice muttered, it’s owner moving to stand beside you, pressing his hands on the railings. Your heart began to beat faster, pumping more blood around your circulatory system - probably a bad idea around supernatural creatures. However, Guanlin was more in control than you thought, he had an array of powers mastered. “Um, yeah. It is,” your reply was barely audible to human ears but Guanlin heard your words crystal clear.  [ stan CLC you will never regret ] “You’re friends with Yoo Seonho, aren’t you?” He shifted in his spot, still looking up to the pitch black night sky. “Yeah, best friends.” You fought hard to keep your cool, ignoring the redness that filtered to your face and the irregular thumping of your heart. Guanlin let out a chuckle, bringing his cup to his lips for a sip of whatever his choice drink was. “Ahh, his heart is like a reed but we have a blood brother bond.” A smile appeared on your face just thinking about Seonho’s hobby of collecting hyungs. “I heard he’s targeting Hwang Minhyun now. He clings to me in school but right after, I know he’s bugging Minhyun,” you tell Guanlin and the two of you have a good laugh over it. After, a comforting silence fills the gap between both your figures. “Here,” Guanlin says as he shrugs off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. When you meet his eyes, mouth agape, he flushes pink. “I uh, noticed you were shivering quite a bit.” It was true. You could not tell if your face was coloured from the cold or if it was just you acting up around him. “No! Wouldn’t you be freezing?” You blurt out without giving it much thought. Your words elicit an amused laugh from the supernaturally handsome boy. “You’re so cute you know.” Ah yes, my embarrassment must be pretty freaking adorable. “Don’t worry about me. I thrive in the cold, it’s fine,” Guanlin assured, taking a step closer to you. “What’s your costume anyway?” His outfit was one that posed difficulty to decipher. It looked like he lived in suits, he should, he carried them well. “I’m dressed as Wooseok hyung from Pentagon,” he declared proudly, beaming like a true fanboy. “Why are you out here? The party is downstairs.” “Needed some air. It isn’t easy being one of the few without supernatural traits down there,” you revealed the simple reason. “Oh.” He took a step away from you, exhaling sharply while squeezing his eyes shut. “Sorry then.” “No! I-It’s fine! I’m okay!” You added urgently, a dreadful feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “That’s not what I meant! I-I-“ To your surprise, the vampire just laughed and slipped closer, elbows nearly brushing. “I know, I know. It isn’t easy being around us but if you can put up with Seonho, I’m sure you can deal with me,” he joked, pointing out Seonho’s unquenchable thirst. “Oh come on, give him a break he’s just a child. But, he does finish an entire carton comprising of 24 boxes of plasma fruit juice whenever I’m around.” It was fun teasing your best friend with his blood bonded brother when he was absent. You just prayed he would not find out. Guanlin nearly doubled over in laughter, it was clearly his first time of hearing the extent of Seonho’s habits, they probably came as a shock as one box of plasma fruit juice was enough to keep a vampire full for at least a few hours “I don’t blame him though,” he mused, almost cautiously. You reached to tuck a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, exposing more of your prominent collarbones - again, probably a terrible idea in front of a creature that feasted on the substance flowing under your paper-thin skin. You did not realise Guanlin’s eyes starting to tint red, how he gripped the railing until his knuckles paled, or how he swallowed hard and tried not to allow his gaze to linger on your neck. He cleared his throat and took another swig of his drink. To him, you were a gift delivered right to his doorstep, especially with his jacket on you. You were sweet, funny and accepting, he was really drawn to you, as a person and not just because you had something he depended on for survival. Guanlin’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, he was sick of plasma fruit juice but he would never drink from his friends. Besides, he liked the colour coordinated straws that blood bags from The Middleman came with. “Oh? Why don’t you?” Your honey-coated voice drew him out of whatever trance he was in. He hummed in response, changing his posture to lean his back against the railing such that your eyes had to lock. The vivid supernatural glow that bore into your eyes caused your breath to catch in your throat. “Because, sweetheart.” Every syllable that fell from his lips made butterflies roar to life inside of you. Sweetheart - such a loving term - was no exception. Additionally, there was no escaping his alluring scrutiny, redness underlying his orbs but you knew he had himself in check. “You,” he paused to draw closer, such that only your ears could hear his whispers. “are absolutely delicious.” With a smug smile tugging at his lips, Guanlin spun away, raising his glass for a toast before slipping back into the room. You were stunned that he left you so abruptly and so flustered, the feeling of his mouth pressed to your earlobes still very fresh. His pointy fangs hardly caressed them but they were very real, and very close to you indeed. It annoyed you that Guanlin had just disappeared like that but unbeknownst to you, if he stayed just a couple of seconds longer, you would have become his next snack. After that ‘incident’, that particular Pentagon fan was on your mind. You also really had to return his suit jacket, the material most likely cost your entire life savings. He wouldn’t have really bit me? Would he? Thoughts like those raced through your mind as you scoured the mansion for Guanlin. There was no way you were leaving the party without knowing if he would. You figured like any other vampire, instinct would probably overpower them and they would dip their fingers to have a taste, a nibble. Rumour has it that he has a lethal pair of fangs, one of the keenest. What if he actually did feed on me? Would it sting like hell? No worries though, if it was you, Guanlin would not hesitate if he got consent. He would bite, but for you, very gently, painless like a minuscule needle prick.
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uniquelyme789 · 8 years ago
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Peaches (A Produce 101 Season 2 Fanfic)
Writer’s Note:
OMG, I should really be studying right now, but I saw this prompt and I couldn’t handle it anymore- I had to write it out. Shoutout to @pd101s2prompts for some of the most hilarious prompts I have ever seen.
Blurb:
It was just another day at the broduce dorms. Everyone is still a little shaken from last week’s eliminations, but they can’t dwell on it for long: they had one more challenge before them. But today, something else was causing the boys to be restless. That morning, Daniel disappeared. What replaced him was a.... a peach? Little did they know, this peace was no ordinary peach...
“Daniel~~ Daniel~~, YAH! You rascal come out this instance!” Jisung called out. He has been roaming around the dorms, and training center for hours now looking for Daniel- but he was no where to be seen. This was very very weird, Daniel wasn’t the kind to run away, and he didn’t have any reason to. Besides, all his clothes, shoes, hats and valuables were all still in the dorm. Everything was in its right place, except for Daniel.
“Aish, when I catch that kid I’m gonna strangle him,” Jisung declared as he stormed back into Daniel’s room, for the fifth time, hoping to find some clue of his whereabouts. Nothing. Everything was as it was supposed to be, except for this random peach that sat in the middle of Daniel’s bunk. Irritated, Jisung plucked the peach from the bed and demanded, “Where did you take my Daniel?!!”
“Heh, I must been an idiot. Aish, I better ask Minhyun, maybe he will know,” Jisung sighed as he proceeded to put the peach down on the adjacent table. As Jisung was about to leave, something caught his attention at the corner of his eye. Did the peach just move? A little shocked, Jisung rubbed his eyes vigorously and stared at the pink fluffy peach at sat on the table. The peach gave a little wiggle, ever so slightly, but definitely a wiggle.
“Oh mai gawd!” Jisung flew back in shock. “Did you just move?” 
The peach rocked back and forth (as if imitating a nod) in response. 
“OH MAI GAWD! OH MAI GAWD! Who are you? WHAT are you? OH MAI GAWD!” Jisung was hysterical by now.
By some weird sorcery the peach gave a little hop.
“OH MAI GAWD! No way, no way, NO WAY! You... you can’t be Daniel right??” Jisung stared on in shock.
Once again the peach rocked back and forth.
“OH MAI GAWD! GUYS!!!! NIEL BECAME A PEACH!!!! OH MAI GAWD!! NIEL BECAME A PEACH!!!!” Jisung screamed as he scooped up the peach and dashed out towards the training center. 
At the training center, the 18 boys crowded around Jisung and ‘Daniel’. Initially, nobody believed Jisung, some even joked that his age was causing him to hallucinate. That was until Jisung showed how Daniel the peach responded to his words. For a rare 3 minutes the training center was silent: it took a while for it all to sink in.
“What.... what... what do we do????!!” Jisung cried out in panic. “Is my Niel going to be a peach forever? He had so much more to live for, oh mai gawd.”
Minhyun put a comforting arm around Jisung as he tried to get the panicking ajumma to calm down.
Ever the calm and collected leader Jonghyun said, “Okay, we don’t know how long Daniel will be like this, so the best thing we can do it protect him as best as we can. No peach eating for today, and make sure we have the Daniel peach in sight at all times.”
“What, but peaches are my favorite fruit,” Seonho whined.
“Seonho, I doubt you would want to eat Daniel hyung,” Guanlin replied. 
“But, how will we know that the peach is Daniel?” Jihoon asked, concerned.
“Good point, we need to find a way to identify him,” Jonghyun agreed.
“Here, I fashioned this out of an old name tag,” Daehwi remarked as he handed over a hand written sticker that said “DO NOT EAT, I’M YOUR FRIEND”.
“Perfect! Daniel, I’m sorry but this is the only way,” Jonghyun apologized as he proceeded to stick the sticker onto the peach.
Daniel gave a slight wiggle in reply, indicating that he didn’t mind. The trainees were getting better at understanding his movements.
“Okay, now, we will work in shifts, who will take care of Daniel first?” Jonghyun asked.
“I’ll take care of him first, oh my poor Niel,” Jisung replied after wiping away his tears.
“Thank you Jisung hyung, okay, everyone get back to practice, the finals are coming!” Jonghyun commanded. With that the trainees broke out to their teams and continued with their practice.
Everything seemed to return to normal, but truth be told everyone’s mind was on Daniel. No one could figure out why he would suddenly turn into a peach. And everyone was worried that someone would eat him by accident. Practice for the day was lacklustre, but no one complained-- everyone’s mind was on Daniel.
Throughout the day, the boys consistently checked onto each other, reminding each other not to eat peaches. They also made sure that no peaches were ever put near Daniel for fear that there would be a confusion. They also frequently changed shifts, bringing Daniel around the training center, and dorms. It was almost as if the boys had adopted a pet together- just that instead of a puppy, it was a peach, and it wasn’t just a fruit, it was Daniel.
As the evening moon rose, Jisung was in the corner crying again. This time, Sungwoon was trying fruitlessly to comfort him. “What... what if... what if he stays a peach forever? Oh mai gawd, what do I tell his mum?”
Sungwoon could only nod silently. He didn’t really know what to say. Just then Seongwoo walked in, munching on a fluffy fruit. Sungwoon’s eyes widened.
“Seongwoo ah, what are you eating?” Sungwoon asked, fearful of the worst.
“A peach, why? Hyung there are tonnes outside, you want one?” Seongwoo replied with a carefree tone.
Sungwoon’s mind began racing. Who was the last one to take care of Daniel. Was it Dongho? Was it Guanlin? Was it Minki? Oh god... it was Seongwoo. When it dawned upon Sungwoon he bit his tongue, and tried to stay calm, he couldn’t afford to agitate Jisung. 
Too late. Jisung launched at Seongwoo, pinning him against the wall. “DID YOU JUST EAT MY DANIEL?!!! YOU MONSTER!!!”
“What? What? Hyung! Wait, hyung, calm down, I can explain,” a shocked Seongwoo choked.
Sungwoon flew up and began trying to pry the boys apart. “Hyung hyung calm down, let’s listen to Seongwoo, hyung.”
It was no use. 
“What do you have to explain? YOU JUST ATE MY DANIEL!!” Jisung’s yells echoed throughout the dorms, and soon the other boys had gathered at the scene.
“Hyung, hyung please, oh my god I can’t breathe,” Seongwoo’s face was turning purple.
“Hyung let him go!” “Hyung you’re gonna kill him.” “Hyung!” The boys collectively tried to convince Jisung to loosen his grip, but nothing was getting through to our Yoon-Jumma today. He was enraged, and he was out to kill.
“What’s going on?” a familiar voice cut through the chatter, in a rumbling Busan accent. 
Jisung recognized it instantly. He immediately let go of Seongwoo and stared blankly at the crowd that had formed. His vision focused on a tall, smiling boy standing in the middle of the crowd. Without a word, Jisung collapsed to the ground in tears. “Daniel, oh my god Daniel, you’re home.”
“Did... did you think I would eat my husband, oh my god,” Seongwoo remarked as he rubbed his neck.
“Who’s your husband,” Daniel (in human form) protested with a smile.
“Ommo, ommo, ommo-na, Daniel. Seongwoo I’m sorry. Ommo Daniel, you’re back,” Jisung whimpered as he stood up to hug Daniel.
Daniel reciprocated the hug, and some of the boys wiped away the tears that had escaped their eyes.
“What happened Daniel? Why did you turn into a peace?” Woojin asked inquisitively.
“I don’t really know, but it sure was a sweet experience hehe” Daniel winked, sending laughter all across the room. 
That night, as the night got deeper, Daniel shared his experience of being a peach with the boys who sat quietly by his bed listening. It went on and on, until eventually all 20 boys were crammed in Daniel’s room sleeping soundly. It wasn’t the most comfortable set-up, but nights like these were numbered, so they relished in this discomfort. One day closer to the finals. One day closer to the end. One day closer to the next good bye.
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