#idk man. the worst show that for some reason i do lazily stream

[chintzwife]

watching people be 'team black' or 'team green' is so incredibly annoying like this show is literally not about anything. what is this show about? 'teams'??????? guys im team 'hire a new writers room' this shit sucks

[holographic-chogi]

Protector pt.4/?

Author: holographic-chogi

Pairing: fem!reader x stray kids

Rating: PG-13? idk how to rate things accurately so take this with a grain of salt

Warnings: swearing (mostly Changbin), graphic description of getting stitches, blood, and mention of guns (please let me know if I miss anything!)

A/N: Ayyyy I finally wrote the next part!! Plenty of dramatic boy action incoming. There’s all kinds of drama happening here. Also, I gave Minho a touch of sass towards the end there, I wanna stay realistic lmao. Also sorry everyone for the long wait times! Things have been a bit hectic on my end but I aim to release a part every 2 days? No promises tho we all know my record of sticking to these deadlines. 

Summary: a virus has wiped out most of humanity, and society has collapsed. People survive in groups where they live in constant fear and a struggle to survive. Women were the primary victim of the virus, leaving few behind. You are one of the few, kept in secret since the beginning. However, you’ve just been caught.

Masterlist 

You were limp in his arms as he sat you in a chair; a dazed look on your face. Before all of this, you’d been confined to “your room” at the prison, so you weren’t used to this kind of action. The young man left your gaze in a blur, and you could hear the faint sound of him calling out for Minho. Pity, you hope you didn’t wake him up. Your eyelids are heavy, and you can feel consciousness slipping away as you lean back, shutting your eyes.

Next thing you know, you jerk awake to a searing pain on your collarbone. A different man fell backwards from your jolt, barely stopping the vodka bottle in his hands from spilling. You immediately reach for the source of the pain, only for another hand to promptly pull yours away before it can touch the wound. You turn your head to see that the person who had saved you earlier was at your side, brows furrowed in worry. He simply locked eyes with you and shook his head, forbidding you from repeating the action, before setting your hand back down. Pulling you from your daze, the man from the floor spoke:

“Hi, Y/N right? My name’s Minho. I’m sorry if that hurt but I have to do it again. I wasn’t able to disinfect the whole wound.”

You glanced down and put two and two together. That dog had left a pretty nasty gash beneath your clavicle, they must be in the process of fixing it up, specifically pouring alcohol in the wound to prevent it getting infected. Explains the vodka bottle. You close your eyes, bracing for the pain as you nod your head, prompting him to continue.

You heard a voice from the man at your side, “I’m Hyunjin, by the way,” he paused. There was was something so calming about the way he spoke, so serene. He must be trying to distract you. “You did a good job fending off that dog. I was surprised you held him off that long.”

You could feel a hand on your shoulder, and then another blast of pain erupting from the wound. A pained whimper escaped your lips as you hunched over, tears forming in your eyes. Hyunjin moved close, his breath on your ears as he murmured, “You’re doing so well. One more step and you’ve been through the worst of it.” Hyunjin’s hand moved from your shoulder and down beside your own. “You can hold my hand for this next part. Squeeze as hard as you need to.”

Minho came into view more clearly when he moved you back into an upright position, probably for better access. You saw pity in his eyes before he turned to grab a small tin beside him. Your own eyes widened when it hit you, he was going to stitch it up. You remembered Hyunjin saying that you’d need stitches outside, but it hadn’t hit you until now. You quickly grab Hyunjin’s hand, eyeing Minho as he opened the tin, readying a needle.

Your breaths quickened and the hold on Hyunjin’s hand tightened as the needle grew closer. You looked up at him with pleading eyes at the last second, hoping that maybe he could carry you away again. You barely got a glimpse before the first stitch.

It was agonizing, the vodka from before felt nothing like this. As soon as it happened, you let out a much louder cry, voice cracking from disuse. Tears streamed down your face as your nails began to dig into Hyunjin’s hand. Looks like he’d have a scar too. Your other hand gripped the arm of the chair, the only thing stopping you from bolting.

You heard Minho speaking to Hyunjin in a hushed voice, “She’s gonna need about seven more of these. I think we need someone else to hold her down.”

At that, footsteps sounded from across the room, moving behind you before you felt a set of hands on your shoulders. They were keeping you in place firmly, but you couldn’t help but notice how gentle they felt. Who was this? Had they been here the entire time? A very familiar voice grumbled above you, “I got her. You can keep going.”

Changbin?

The thought was in your head for only a moment before you felt the needle pierce your skin again, pulling flesh up and over the wound. Your scream was much louder this time, and you would’ve lurched forward had it not been for the grip Changbin had on you. You heard Hyunjin from beside you suck air through his teeth, but before you could see him, the screen door up front burst open, diverting your attention. Felix darted into the room, panic evident as he tried to catch his breath. You locked eyes with him just as the needle renentered, and everything went black.

You weren’t sure how long it had been before you regained consciousness for the third time today. Before moving, you opened your eyes. For some reason you couldn’t understand, the first thing you wanted to know is if Changbin was still there. Minho was bandaging Hyunjin’s hand, specifically the one you had held. Felix was sat on the floor, biting his nails anxiously with his eyes down. There was no Changbin in your line of sight.

Felix must’ve noticed you were awake, because before you knew it, you felt his arms frantically wrap around your frame. In seconds, he was ripped from you and tossed back to the floor. Changbin was looking down at him, annoyed. “Do you not remember what I said about being so touchy? She just got stitches dumbass.” Wow. Guess he was still there. Had he really cared enough to stick around? He looked up at you, and flinched when he saw your open eyes. Must not have known you were awake. He quickly averted his gaze and nudged Minho, speaking barely above a whisper: “She’s awake.”

Minho moved in front of you, kneeling to eye level, a comforting smile on his face. “How are you feeling, Y/N?”

You avoided his gaze, embarrassed. “I’m good, thank you.” you shrunk into yourself, “Thanks for helping me out there, and sorry for freaking out so much.”

He giggled, “You actually did well. You should’ve seen Jisung the first time I had to stitch him up. He screamed before the needle even touched him.”

Hyunjin adds from behind him, “You’re one tough cookie, Y/N.”

You look to Hyunjin, before looking down at the bandage on his hand, feeling your heart sink. “Hyunjin, I am so sorry.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Nah it’s nothing. The bandage is dramatic if anything.”

Your conversation was cut short by the door flinging open, knocking a framed photo down from the force. From behind it emerged Chan, followed by two others. One was the young one you had noticed earlier, and the other you recognized from the night of the raid. Chan turned to face all of you, face red with anger. When he saw the bandages from beneath your blood soaked collar, you could see a vein protrude on his throat. His voice boomed as he spoke, the soft, blushy boy from earlier completely gone.

“What the hell happened?”

Minho turned away from you, calmly packing up all of his tools. “Some stray dog got in, got Y/N pretty good. I just stitched her up.”

Chan scanned the people in the room, “How did it get in? Last I checked, dogs can’t climb fences.”

Hyunjin calmly ran his fingers across the bandage, sounding distracted as he answered, “It was my bad. I left the back entrance open when I was carrying a few deer in, I had to make a couple trips so I thought it’d be fine to leave it open.”

“Do not pull that shit again. How could you be so irresponsible?” Chan spat, “I told Y/N we could protect her. It’s day one and we’re already stitching up a wound!”

Hyunjin’s eyes lazily moved from his bandage to lock with yours. There was a look in them that you couldn’t describe. “She isn’t made of glass, Chan. I think she’s tougher than she looks.”

Your heart soared. Before today you were always the weak one, a burden. To think that someone actually sees you as more. You simply smiled back at Hyunjin, hoping he caught your gratitude.

Chan took one look at you, his anger faltering. “I know she isn’t. But she isn’t made of steel either.” he paused, looking behind him at one of the others that had followed him in. “Jisung, you’re going to stay at the farm and keep an eye on Y/N.”

A babysitter? Wow. Were you really so helpless that you needed to be guarded personally? Surely shit like this wasn’t going to happen again. The man whom you assumed was Jisung nodded, before looking at you with a smile, sending a little wave.

You hesitantly waved back, an uncomfortable expression creeping up on your face. “Nice to meet you Jisung.”

With his signature dramatic huff, Changbin pushed himself from the wall he had been leaning on, “When is this Jiho dude going to show up? She’s a pain in the ass.” and before anyone could respond, he was out the door.

Jisung broke the following silence with a chuckle. “It’s not like I was useful out there anyway.” he looked back at you, smile wide. “Nice to meet you, Y/N!”

You had spent the afternoon with Jisung. He took you to see the animals in the stables (two horses and two cows!), showed you around the house, and gave a full tour of every spot you had yet to explore. His presence was comforting, and he made you tear up from laughter more than once. He felt like a long lost best friend. At one point during the day, before the guard switch at noon, you and Jisung had sat up in Woojin’s perch, playing cards and eating snacks.

Jisung sat at the edge, near the ladder, his long legs stretched up to rest on the wall as he gestured to Woojin with his hand full of cards, “Dude, when are you off shift? We gotta clean up this trashfest before Seungmin gets here.” He chuckled to himself before popping another chip in his mouth, “He’ll burst a blood vessel if he sees this mess.”

Woojin ignored him, turning to you instead. “I gotta go to bed soon, it’s almost noon.” He yawned, “I should be up around dinnertime with Changbin. Wake me up if Jisung gets too annoying.”

“Hey!” Jisung tossed a card at him, hitting Woojin in the forehead.

From the other perch, you heard a heavy sigh, “Can you three shut up? I’m too tired for this.”

You still hadn’t spoken to Changbin since the stitches, but he’s undoubtedly been on your mind. Why had Changbin come inside when you were getting them? Even more, he actually helped hold you down so you didn’t get hurt. Was he worried? He couldn’t have been. Regardless, you felt that you should thank him.

You turned around, leaning over the perch wall facing Changbin. “Hey, I haven’t had the chance to thank you yet.”

His eyes widened for a moment before his face grew into a scowl. His voice came out more hostile than before. “For what?”

You were taken aback for a moment, before continuing. “Thank you for helping Minho help me. It probably wouldn’t have gone well had you not been there.”

He turned away from you, his face obscured. “It wasn’t for you. Chan would’ve been pissed if we fucked things up more than we already did.”

But that still left one question. “Why did you come inside? You should’ve been up here.”

Woojin added from behind you, “I had to take watch actually. We heard you scream from here and Changbin beelined for the house.” He smirked, “Looked pretty worried to me.”

Changbin shot a venomous look at you, eyes narrow and teeth clenched. “Don’t fucking flatter yourself. Woojin doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.”

Just after he spoke, you heard a knock from the bottom of Woojin’s ladder. You moved away from Changbin to look over the edge. An unfamiliar man stood at the bottom, looking up, shielding his eyes from the sun. “Hey Y/N, tell Woojin it’s noon. I’m taking over.”

You lean back, eyeing the mess of trash and playing cards. “Seungmin’s here. Better clean fast.”

You and Jisung had spent a bit more time outside before heading in for the evening. Eventually, that just boiled down to you reading a book on the couch while Jisung sat opposite of you, cleaning a rifle. Occasionally, you’d look up to watch Seungmin and Minho on guard. Minho seemed much more relaxed, gun ready, but leaned back with his feet up. Seungmin was much more tense. He stared down at the land beyond the fence with pinpoint accuracy, finger always on the trigger. You could even see him keeping watch when it was Minho’s turn. He definitely came off as the anxious type.

At around seven, you saw Minho head down the ladder and make his way up to the house. You watched him as he moved around the porch, out of view from the window until he eventually re-emerged from the side of the house, holding a very heavy looking paper bag. You stood up and hurried to open the door to let him in, holding a hand out, offering to carry it.

Before Minho could even respond, Jisung’s arm appeared from behind you, reaching around your waist to grab the bag. He looked back at you while he took it to the counter, “Not until you’re healed up.”

Minho nodded, cracking his knuckles before moving various pots and utensils onto the counter. “Jisung’s right. You shouldn’t carry anything heavy with those stitches so fresh.”

God, you felt like such a burden. You wish you could contribute more. “What are you doing with all that?”

“Getting dinner ready. Jisung’s probably just gonna sit and watch.” Minho side-eyed him, “He’s banned from cooking.”

Jisung leaned against the wall, “Yep. Sounds good. Have fun slaving over the stove Minnie.”

You chuckled at him before moving next to Minho, “If he won’t help you, I’m more than happy to.”

Minho beamed at you, before hoisting a bag of potatoes onto the counter. He held out a peeler and smirked. “Get peelin’ sister.”

As soon as he said it you began peeling, eager to help. Eventually, Jisung spoke from the corner, “Let’s not put her to work like this Minho.” He looked to you, trying to sound enticing, “Wanna go hang out with Felix?”

Minho scoffed, “Oh please Jisung, she can handle this just fine. Why don’t you head off and go make yourself useful. You don’t need to keep an eye on her right now.”

Jisung opened his mouth to protest, but came short of an answer. He looked at you defeated, and you shrugged. Minho wasn’t wrong. “You’ll have to survive without my presence. Can you manage?”

He smiled back at you, and held a hand to his forehead in mock distress, “How could I?”, before turning to leave.

Once the screen door closed behind him, Minho nudged you with eyes still on the cutting board in front of him. “The boys seem to like you.”

You chuckled, “I like them too.”

A bit of worry shown on his face, but his tone was still playful. “You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?”

You looked away from your work, over to him. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “Nevermind. Get back to it.”

While Minho and you were finishing up, you noticed Changbin head down the stairs. You turned away from him to pull a rack from the oven, but you could feel his eyes on you. You continued to work, pretending not to notice until you turned to set the rack on the counter. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, before Changbin’s gaze turned from soft to agitated. He quickly moved towards the drawer, pretending to have been grabbing silverware. What was his deal?

Dinner was incredible. The last one to the table was Jeongin, and as soon as he sat down, everyone dug in. You never had warm food back at your old group, you usually just ate whatever cans Jiho could scrounge up. In truth,, there was rarely any food saved for you, because the others didn’t think you were useful enough to be fed. Jiho always had to argue or steal in order to get you anything. Tonight however, you were eating roasted venison that Hyunjin had caught, warm mashed potatoes and stewed veggies that Felix had grown and a glass of milk from one of the cows outside (You had come to learn earlier that they were named Lucy and Toes. Named by Felix and Jisung respectively). Everyone else spoke to each other around you, but you were too absorbed in the food to care. Occasionally, either Felix or Jisung from beside you would try to start a conversation with you, but you could barely stop eating long enough to answer.

However, Chan’s voice from across the table made you set the fork down. “Y/N, you ate today, right?”

You swallowed your current bite and nodded at him. “Felix made me some eggs.”

Jisung laughed nervously from beside you, “You’re eating like you’ve never heard of food before”.

You shrugged, looking down at your plate. “I didn’t really get to eat food like this in my old group. This is just really good.”

Hyunjin leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “What did you eat back there?”

“Just a can of something here and there. They were focused on feeding the more useful members.” you sighed, “Haven’t had warm food in awhile so it feels like I can’t get enough of it.”

You noticed Changbin clench his jaw from the other side of the table.

Felix narrowed his eyes, his voice lowering, “How often did they feed you?”

You could feel the tension rising, and tried not to make any eye contact. “I ate...enough.”

Chan spoke up, “Leave it alone everyone. It’s none of our business”. But you could tell from his face, from all of their faces, that they didn’t believe you.

Felix placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. “Well as long as you’re here, you can have as much warm food as you want. I’ll cook you all kinds of yummy stuff.”

Changbin glared at Felix’s hand, and once Felix noticed, he averted his gaze and removed it.

Minho had watched the interaction play out, eyeing both you and Changbin thoughtfully, before returning to his food.