#lee chan x female oc

[acidinduceddaydreams]

Skz ot8 corrupting reader౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

Synopsis: ot8 corrupting innocent crybaby reader slowly but surely.

Warnings: corruption kink; innocent reader being bullied in some parts by the members, dacryphilia but not really , deep throating of ice cream. Mean skz. Reader is not a child. She is an adult!!!

Part 2

Innocent reader who doesn’t like horror movies but watches it anyway because Hannie told her to.

The movie is not even halfway and your screams are already prevalent. You try to muffle your cries against Jeongin’s arm but he isn’t having it. “Stop crying you’re ruining my shirt.”

Seungmin making fun of you for crying and how you made Chan change the movie because you’re too scared. “Can you shut up now. Your whimpers are so fucking annoying.”

Minho who bullies you once you’re settled again into crying more because it secretly or not so secretly turns them on. “Wow! The crybaby finally shut up.” “Oh don’t get upset, you can’t help it if you’re a loser and a crybaby it’s just who you are.”

Felix who acts as if he’s calming you down from the taunting of your other friends when in reality he’s just trying to make it worse. His voice is low and condescending. “Leave the poor thing alone you guys.” “She’s just a baby trying to act like an adult, but don’t worry baby you don’t have to pretend with us.”

Hyunjin who buys ice cream for everyone on a hot summer day. Everyone else’s is in a cup or arch-shaped but yours just happens to be long and phallic shaped. Not that you even notice or would know what that means.

Changbin who ‘accidentally’ nudges your arm just a little as he goes to sit next to Hyunjin causing you to choke on the ice cream and let out a gagging sound along with coughing and glassy eyes having never had something go that deep before. “Sorry, pretty my arm slipped.”

Han who ‘helps’ you pick out clothing to wear when you go out with them. You’re standing in your closet picking out things you think he’d like. He tells you that he doesn’t mind you changing in front of him and that all friends do it. Not that you need much convincing you’re just too busy trying to look pretty. “Wow honey. You look wonderful in that sundress. Though I think it’s too long.”

Chan who has a hand on you wherever you go. Walking in a crowd? He’s holding your hand. Talking to someone? His hand on your waistline should give them the hint. You’re in your head about something? It’s ‘normal’ for friends to wrap their hands around each other’s throat to ground them.

Minho who heard from Hannie that you wear hello kitty, my melody and other childish underwear. Laughing as he mocks you. “Wow Y/n how old are you, huh?” “Do you want a pacifier while you’re at it.” He can’t help himself. Your voice trying to defend yourself is barely audible only coming out in whimpers. “Wow, kitten you do you know you have to grow up someday, right?”

Seungmin tugging on your two plaits whenever he wants. “Ow Minnie why’d you do that?” “Sorry puppy it’s a force of habit.”

Jeongin who puts a finger in your mouth to soothe you after all the tears. You’ve never needed to have something to stop you from crying but now it’s automatic. As soon as the tears fall you’re begging for his fingers or thumb. “you want my fingers in your mouth. Wow sweetheart you’re so silly. Do you know they have pacifiers for this exact situation? Maybe I should get you one to really shut you up hmm.” “No, you don’t want one? Well then that means you’ll just have to learn to stop talking back or you won’t even get my fingers.”

All of the boys who make fun of you for closing your eyes when a somewhat steamy scene comes on in the movie they purposefully picked but you don’t have to know that. Sitting on Minho’s lap covering your eyes does something to them. The scenes usually aren’t even that sexual. It’s usually just the two main characters kissing. Seungmin is obviously the first one to pipe up saying between laughs “Wow Y/n they’re just kissing.” “Yeah” Felix’s adds. “Would you like us to show you how so you’re not shy next time.”

[houpss]

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

soft and fluff, will be about all members (!), there may be hints of smut

Chan, who sees the meaning of life in you and wants to see you always in front of him all his life.

What do they say? People who truly love will die one day.

Chan, who promised to love you until the day death finds him, and even after that. He doesn't want to leave you.

The most tender dates, the most tender times. He will give you all his love and attention.

Chan, who tells the members so much about you, you are their “9th member”

Chan, who you're talking to video call with his family! and btw with yours too.

Chan, who, regardless of how busy the day is, will spend the evenings with you. Whether it's cooking or watching a movie/serials/k drama

Chan, who remembers every little thing about you and does what you don’t even ask for, but are clearly thinking about.

Meeting Chan was fate, maybe you were given each other by fate?

Oh..he looks at you like an angel, his eyes shine so brightly when he sees you!

Chan, who gives you a large bouquet of your favorite flowers every Friday.

He writes you songs, from the sad to the most vulgar... oh, the boy is simply overwhelmed with emotions for you.

Chan, who takes you on all his world tours because he finds it difficult without you.

He is the most gentle and sweetest with you! your heart literally breaks with love for him, you want to love and kiss this man.

Chan, who sits you on his lap while he works and holds your waist with one hand...babe, he has hot and big hands

Chan, who pays for ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING for you. seriously, even if you argue with him.

I wrote this situation, but...

"Channie, make me some coffee please"

"Ugh...I'm late, little mouse"

"So you won't do it? :("

"That means I’ll be late” and goes to make coffee for his beloved woman/man

His favorite terms of endearment for you are subtle but classic: “sweetheart” and “baby,” but on special occasions he will call you “sweetheart” with a matching saccharine expression. Or “little mouse”, which is also very cute

Chan, sometimes he can get angry and yell at you, but that's because he puts too much pressure on himself at work.

Oh..during your quarrels even plates and insults fly. After one quarrel, there were broken plates and you cut yourself, he noticed this and took you to the bathroom, where he treated the wound and apologized to you almost a hundred times. And the plates...buy new ones.

Chan, who practices flirting with you like you're in high school, but he learned it from STAY

Chan, who gives you all his hoodies and absolutely everything... for some reason you love to steal his shorts and walk around the house in them. Ooh, he thinks they fit really sexy on your hips.

He'll give you a bear hug when you sleep, he's a big spoon

He also always kisses your forehead when he leaves for work, because you are still sleeping, and he is already leaving.

but keep in mind, Chan makes sweet sex to you, but his stroking game is so crazy, even when he takes his time with you, he's so deep inside you that it drives you crazy, you're literally pray

Chan is an experienced and mature man, he is completely confident in himself and in you. He takes the leading position in the relationship, he is the one who leads.

Do I need to tell you that all his things smell like your perfume? What if all your things are in his perfume?

You sometimes help him with lyrics or with song arrangements when he gets stuck and doesn’t understand what’s best to add.

You, who pulls the vat out of the studio.

You, who always checks how he ate or how much he slept. You absolutely monitor his regime and make sure he doesn’t overwork.

You are flying to Australia together to visit his family! they will bless your couple.

Hannah will definitely say funny things about Chris, and Lucas is so shy around you.

Oh...Berry, baby Berry 🥹🥹🥹

How about date nights?

You really raised Chan's self-esteem, with you...he fell in love with himself, just as you love him.

He's just grateful that you exist.

First love is always last love.

“Home” is not a place, it is sometimes only a man, the man whom you consider your home.

When you come, all Chan’s problems and wounds heal, he wants to live next to you.

[kayewrite]

Accidentally in Love

Bangchan x reader!!! chan x reader!! word count: 10.1k

genre: fluff and a little bit of angst. strangers to lovers!!

Summary: You were so careless. You always caught accidents!-- but then you met chan-- accidentally, was is still because of your carelessness? then.. you should do it again.

an: i know today was our midterms week but then why i cannot help but to post TT. anyways. please read it <3

What’s an accident?

Well, an accident is when you’re crossing the street, minding your own business, and suddenly a biker flips over because you may have accidentally stepped into the bike lane without noticing. “Sorry!” you call out, but honestly, how do you apologize for something so awkward?

Or maybe an accident is when you try to send a selfie to your best friend to show off your new hair, but you mistype the number and end up sending it to your mom’s boss. Now they have a picture of your duck face saved on their phone, and your mom will never let you live it down.

Oh, and don’t forget that one time you were playing catch, and somehow the ball decided to fly out of your hand in the completely wrong direction and smack someone in the face. “Oops!” isn’t going to make that less embarrassing.

These were all accidents, but honestly, you’ve started to notice a pattern here: you’re a little careless. Scratch that—you’re very careless. So careless, in fact, that even the simplest things seem to go wrong.

And now, thanks to all these accidental mess-ups, you’ve become so self-conscious that you’re a little too shy to even attempt anything without worrying you’ll mess it up.

“Ms. Kim, I swear it was an accident!” you practically begged, standing in front of your English teacher with wide, apologetic eyes. You had no assignment to present because, well… your homework somehow ended up floating in the school fountain. It had looked so promising this morning. Until it went for a swim.

Ms. Kim raised an eyebrow, but after a long sigh, she gave you a sympathetic look. “Alright, I’ll forgive you this time. But try to be more careful.”

“Yes, Ms. Kim! I promise! Thank you, and I’m so sorry again!” You rushed back to your seat, hoping to avoid further embarrassment, but of course, your best friend Chae was waiting with a grin that told you she’d witnessed the entire thing.

“I’m never going to let you live this down, you know,” she teased, leaning over with a wicked smirk.

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Haha, very funny.”

Chae laughed. “You know, you could’ve just copied my assignment if you’d told me earlier.”

You let out a huff. “It was supposed to be an original poem, Chae. I’m reminding you for the hundredth time!”

“Oh, right.” She waved it off with a laugh, clearly enjoying your misfortune.

The class finally ended, and you and Chae headed to the cafeteria, where the usual chaos of students trying to grab food filled the air. Trays clattered, voices overlapped, and the smell of fried food lingered as you navigated through the bustling crowd. You had your tray of food in hand, carefully balancing it as if it were the most delicate thing in the world.

“Please, not today,” you whispered to yourself, praying that for once, nothing would go wrong.

But of course, in classic "you" fashion, the universe wasn’t going to let you off that easily.

Just as you turned a corner, completely zoned out, you collided with someone walking in the opposite direction. BAM. The impact sent your tray flying. You could only watch in horror as your drink splashed all over the guy’s shirt. Food scattered everywhere, some of it landing on his shoes.

“Oh my gosh!” you shrieked, nearly dropping everything else in your hands. Napkins, where are the napkins? You grabbed a bunch from your tray, your hands trembling as you tried to wipe the stain off his uniform. “I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to—I swear I wasn’t looking! Oh no, look what I did…”

The guy looked down at his soaked shirt, momentarily surprised. His hair had a few strands out of place, but despite the mess, his face softened. He didn’t seem angry at all, which only made you feel worse.

“It’s okay,” he said gently, offering you a small, reassuring smile. His voice was calm, like he was trying to stop a nervous kitten from freaking out. “Really. It was just an accident.”

But you were beyond saving at this point. Your heart was hammering, and your hands wouldn’t stop shaking as you dabbed at his shirt, which now looked worse with the blotchy wet patches.

“No, no! This is my fault. I’m so sorry! I’ll fix it, I promise. I’ll wash it for you! Let me make it right!” Your voice came out in a frantic rush as you looked up at him, your eyes wide and pleading.

The guy chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You don’t have to do that. I have an extra shirt in my locker.”

“But it’s my fault!” you insisted, still dabbing uselessly at his uniform. Your eyes welled up with frustration—how could you be so careless? Again?! This was just like all the other times where accidents seemed to follow you, and this time it wasn’t just a ruined poem or a floating homework assignment. You had ruined someone’s day.

He noticed your teary eyes and sighed, his smile turning a little softer. “Look, I promise, it’s fine. I can handle a little spill.”

But your guilt wouldn’t let you accept that. “No! I—I can’t let it go like this. You don’t understand! I’ll feel terrible all day.” Without waiting for him to protest further, you grabbed his arm and gently tugged him in the direction of the nearest comfort room. “Please, let me fix this.”

His eyes widened in surprise at how determined you were. “Wait, what? Where are we going?”

“To fix your shirt!” you declared, leading him away as if it was a life-or-death mission. You handed him your jacket to cover the stain, holding it up like a shield in front of him. “You can’t walk around like this! It’s—ugh, I feel so bad. What’s your locker number?”

He laughed at how serious you were. “Arts department. But really, this is too much.”

Your head whipped around to look at him. “Arts department? No way! Mine too!” Your eyes widened in realization.

How had you never noticed him before? How could someone like him, with that gentle smile and calm voice, be so… handsome? You couldn’t stop staring at him, and suddenly, you felt even more flustered.

When you reached his locker, he pulled out a clean shirt. “See? I’m all set now. You can go back and eat,” he said, trying to brush it off, but you were having none of it.

“Absolutely not!” you said, crossing your arms in defiance. “I’m not leaving until I make sure everything is fixed.”

He let out another laugh, shaking his head at your stubbornness. “You’re really not going to let this go, huh?”

“Nope,” you replied firmly, standing your ground. He seemed amused by your persistence, but also a little impressed.

As you walked toward the comfort room, he glanced at you. “You know you left your food behind, right?”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, though your stomach betrayed you by grumbling at that exact moment. You cringed, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

He chuckled, his voice light and teasing. “Sounds like your stomach disagrees.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little despite your guilt. His laughter was contagious, and even though you were still panicking inside, something about his calmness was starting to settle your nerves.

By the time you reached the comfort room, you had relaxed enough to have a normal conversation. “Why are you so calm about this?” you asked as he went inside to change. “If someone did this to me, I’d be freaking out.”

“I’ve had worse accidents happen,” he called from inside, his voice echoing slightly. “This is nothing.”

You paced outside, tapping your foot nervously. Worse accidents? What could possibly be worse than having your entire lunch dumped on you? You shook your head, trying to calm yourself down.

When he finally came out, you froze. Time seemed to slow down as he ran a hand through his wet hair, his clean shirt clinging to his frame. The droplets of water sliding down his neck caught the light, making him look… well, really good. Your heart skipped a beat, and before you knew it, it was racing like it was trying to tell you something you weren’t quite ready to hear.

“See? All fixed,” he said, flashing that same comforting smile.

You nodded, but your thoughts were far from calm. Why is my heart doing this? It was as if everything about this moment was trying to make you notice something you’d never felt before. Something fluttery and confusing, but undeniably there.

You got quiet for a moment, staring up at him, completely lost in thought. His wet hair, the way his shirt clung to him, that easy smile—it was like everything else around you blurred, and for just a second, you forgot where you were.

“Hello? Earth to you?” he teased, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

You blinked, snapping out of your daze. “Oh! Uh, right, yes. It’s done,” you mumbled awkwardly, stepping back and fumbling with the sleeves of your jacket. Your face felt like it was on fire, and you wished you could disappear right then and there.

He laughed, a soft, easy sound that made your heart skip a beat again. “You sure? You look a little lost.”

“No, no! I’m totally fine!” you said, waving your hands in front of you. “I can go now.”

Before you could make your great escape, he stepped closer, extending his hand toward you with that same amused smile.

“I’m Chan, by the way,” he said, his hand hanging in the air between you two.

For a moment, you just stared at his outstretched hand, your brain working overtime to process what was happening. Chan. His name is Chan. You reached out slowly, feeling the warmth of his hand as your fingers met his.

Your voice barely came out, still a little shaken from the chaos of the last few minutes. “I—I’m…”

He raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently.

“I’m… just really sorry again,” you blurted out, completely missing the introduction moment, but he only laughed more, shaking your hand.

“Nice to meet you, really sorry,” he joked, his smile growing wider.

You felt your cheeks heat up even more. “No, no! I mean, I’m—” You cleared your throat, trying to gather your thoughts. “I’m y/n.”

His eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, y/n , it’s nice to meet you too. Even under… interesting circumstances.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, the tension starting to lift. “Yeah… sorry about the whole… you know.”

He waved it off like it was nothing. “Trust me, this is one of the more entertaining things that’s happened to me this week.”

You smiled, feeling a little more at ease. He was so easygoing, so calm, and it made the situation feel less like a disaster and more like a… funny mishap. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, feeling the weight of your guilt finally easing up.

But as you looked at him again, standing there, smiling at you like this was the most natural thing in the world, that flutter in your chest returned. Why am I still nervous?

“Hey,” Chan said, breaking your train of thought. “If it makes you feel better, I’m glad we bumped into each other.” He winked playfully, and before you could respond, he added, “I mean, now I know there’s someone who cares enough to make sure my shirt’s spotless.”

You bit your lip, trying not to smile too widely. “Yeah, well… I couldn’t just leave you like that.”

Chan grinned, giving you a quick nod. “I appreciate it. Anyway, I’ll see you around, y/n.”

And just like that, he turned to leave, but something inside you wanted to stop him. You stood there for a moment, watching as he walked away, your mind still reeling from everything that had just happened.

What just happened? You thought as you absently touched your hand where his had been moments ago.

Days passed, and you went back to your usual routine as the good student you were—well, the good student who occasionally made accidents. You submitted your assignments on time, participated in class, and did everything as you should. But no matter how busy you were, there was always a lingering thought in the back of your mind. A name that kept coming back to you: Chan.

After that incident in the cafeteria, you hadn’t seen him again. It was as if he’d vanished into thin air, leaving you with nothing but the memory of his laugh and that smile. You weren’t sure why you kept thinking about him. It wasn’t like anything major had happened, right? Just an accident. And yet…

“Your drawing is really nice,” Jeongin’s voice snapped you back to reality. He leaned over, studying your work on the easel with an approving nod.

You blinked, looking at your painting. It was your class in the arts department, and you’d been lost in thought, working quietly. But now that you looked at what you’d painted, your eyes widened.

It was a man. A man with soft features, standing against a background of delicate flowers. The detail in his face, the way his eyes seemed to hold a quiet kindness… it hit you like a ton of bricks. Chan. You painted Chan.

“What—” you muttered, staring in disbelief. “Did I just…?”

You turned to Jeongin, who was giving you a confused look. “What’s wrong? Did you paint that by accident or something?” he teased, not realizing how spot on he was.

Your face flushed. “I—uh—no, it’s just…”

“Come on, it looks really good,” Jeongin said with a grin. “You should be proud of it.”

You laughed nervously. How did I not realize I was painting him? You thought, staring at the canvas. The flowers around him gave the whole thing an almost dreamlike quality, and the expression on his face was so familiar it made your stomach flip. What is wrong with me?

Before you could process it, the teacher walked around the room, acknowledging everyone’s work. “Alright, class, it’s time for everyone to explain their paintings,” she announced, clapping her hands to gather everyone’s attention.

Oh no. You glanced at your painting again, heart racing. How were you going to explain this?

As each student took their turn, you grew more and more anxious. And when it was finally your turn, you stood in front of the class, staring at the painting as if it might offer you some kind of excuse for what you’d done.

“So,” the teacher prompted, “tell us about your work.”

You swallowed hard, gripping your hands together. “Uh, well… this is a… um…” You stuttered, completely lost for words. What do I say?!

Jeongin, sitting in the back, raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your nervousness.

“I—uh, I painted a man,” you started lamely, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. “With, um… flowers.” Great. Very insightful.

The class waited, but you had no idea how to continue. “The flowers are, um… a representation of…” Oh no, why did I paint flowers? You stared at them, desperately trying to come up with something meaningful to say.

“…of how fragile and… fleeting moments can be?” you mumbled, hoping it sounded deep. You heard a few murmurs of approval from your classmates, and you exhaled in relief. Okay, not bad so far.

“And the man?” the teacher asked, her head tilted as she studied your work.

You froze. The man. Oh no.

“I, uh, I didn’t really plan on… painting him. He just… kind of happened?” You winced at your own explanation. The teacher raised an eyebrow, but thankfully, she didn’t press further.

“Well,” she said after a pause, “it’s beautifully done. Accidental or not, you’ve captured a lot of emotion here.”

You nodded stiffly, trying to suppress the rising panic inside you. Emotion? I didn’t even realize I was painting Chan!

As you sat back down, Jeongin leaned over with a smirk. “So… did the flowers represent how ‘fleeting’ your accidental crush is?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I don’t have a crush!”

“Uh-huh. Sure,” he said with a knowing grin. “You keep telling yourself that.”

One day, as you were walking down the hallway, your arms full of books and your mind racing, you couldn’t stop mumbling to yourself. The upcoming oral examination was consuming your thoughts, and you found yourself counting the names of famous artists on your fingers, trying to memorize them.

“Okay, Picasso… Monet… Van Gogh… oh, and Da Vinci…” you muttered, completely focused on your mental checklist.

Just as you rounded a corner, you collided with someone. Your books flew out of your hands, scattering across the floor with a loud thud. “Oh no! I’m so sorry!” you blurted out, dropping to your knees to gather your belongings.

“Hey, it’s fine!” a familiar voice replied. You glanced up, and your heart skipped a beat. It was Chan.

“We meet again,” he said, a playful smile lighting up his face as he helped you collect your scattered books.

“Wow, what are the odds?” you replied, still a bit in shock. “It seems we have a knack for bumping into each other… literally.” You couldn’t help but laugh, a bit embarrassed by the situation.

He chuckled, his laughter warm and inviting. “Yeah, at this rate, we might as well call it fate,” he joked, handing you the last of your books.

You stood up, brushing off your pants and trying to regain your composure. “This time, I was so focused on artists that I completely forgot to look where I was going,” you admitted, a sheepish grin on your face. “What about you? Are you just wandering the hallways, waiting for your next accidental encounter?”

Chan raised an eyebrow, pretending to think. “Maybe I’m just here to collect the most interesting stories,” he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. “And you, my friend, seem to be a goldmine.”

You felt a rush of warmth at his words, a playful banter sparking between you. “Well, if that’s the case, I should probably start charging you for my accidental stories,” you shot back, enjoying the lightness of the moment.

“I’m all for it,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning slightly against the wall, making himself comfortable. “So, what else do you have planned for today, besides running into me?”

You hesitated, your nerves creeping back as you remembered your oral exam. “Just… trying to survive this exam,” you admitted, biting your lip. “I have to present on famous artists, and I keep mixing up their names.”

Chan’s expression softened, and he nodded in understanding. “You’ll be great, I’m sure. If you want, I can help you practice later. I mean, I have some free time in the arts department.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Did he just offer to help me? “Really? That would be amazing! I could definitely use some backup,” you replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Perfect! Just let me know when you’re ready,” he said, flashing that signature smile that made your heart race. “And try not to bump into anyone else on your way to the exam, okay?”

You laughed again, feeling lighter than you had all day. “No promises! I might have a talent for accidents.”

With a final wave, he turned to leave, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter was different—something more than just another accident. Your thoughts raced as you watched him walk away, the hallway buzzing with energy. You had a lot to prepare for, but suddenly, the day felt a little brighter.

As the days passed, you found yourself wishing for those unexpected encounters with Chan every time you walked through the hallways. Maybe if I just keep my eyes peeled… But it seemed like the universe had a sense of humor; you only ever bumped into him when you least expected it—just like the last time.

Today, you were on a mission. You needed a specific art book for your upcoming project, and, of course, it was stored on the highest shelf in the library. Determined to get your hands on it, you made your way to the stairs, your heart racing with the hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d see him again.

You climbed the stairs, reaching for the book that was tantalizingly out of reach. Just as you stretched your arm up, your foot slipped slightly on the step, and in a split second, you stumbled backward, teetering precariously.

“Whoa!” a familiar voice called out, and before you could process it, Chan was right there, steadying you with a firm grip on your arm. “Careful there! Looks like you’re trying to give gravity a run for its money.”

You blinked in surprise, your heart pounding—not just from the near mishap but from his unexpected presence. “Chan! I didn’t see you there!” you exclaimed, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Clearly,” he replied, his lips curving into that teasing smile that always made your heart skip. “What’s the goal here? Trying to become a librarian superhero?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, I was just trying to get this book.” You gestured to the high shelf, and he raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Do you need a hand?” he offered, glancing up at the shelf. “I’m pretty sure I can reach that without turning it into a circus act.”

You nodded, grateful for his help. “That would be amazing! I think I’d break the library record for most accidents in one visit if I tried again.”

As he stepped closer to the shelf, you couldn’t help but admire the way he moved with ease. He reached up, effortlessly grabbing the book and handing it to you. “Here you go, the hero of the day.”

You took the book from him, your fingers brushing against his for just a moment. “Thank you! You’ve saved my day.”

He shrugged, playfully nonchalant. “Just doing my part to help a fellow artist avoid disaster.” There was a pause, and you both shared a laugh, the air between you crackling with an easy connection.

“So, what’s this one about?” he asked, glancing at the cover.

“It’s about different art movements throughout history,” you said, opening the book to show him some of the illustrations. “I thought it would help with my project, but I got sidetracked with all the high shelves.”

“Maybe we should have a study session later,” he suggested, leaning casually against the shelf, making it seem like the most natural thing in the world. “I can help you brainstorm some ideas, and we can avoid any more… accidents.”

You felt a flutter of excitement in your chest. “That sounds great! I’d love the company.”

“Perfect! Just let me know when you’re free,” he replied, flashing that charming smile again. “And try not to climb any more shelves in the meantime.”

As you watched him leave, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Each accidental encounter felt like a step closer to something more, and you found yourself wishing that every day could be filled with these little moments.

You were placing your things in your locker one day when you noticed him—Chan—just a few lockers down. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, and you couldn’t help but smile as you organized your books.

This time, it felt different. You weren’t colliding into him by chance; you were actually seeing him on purpose. “Hi!” you greeted, your voice brighter than you intended.

“Hello,” he replied, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

You hesitated for a moment, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind. Finally, you took a breath and said, “Do you have time today? I’m going to brainstorm some ideas for my project at a café.”

He paused, considering it for a moment. “I have lots of time,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “What café are you thinking of?”

You felt a rush of excitement at his eagerness. “There’s that little one down the street, the one with the comfy chairs and those amazing pastries,” you said, your enthusiasm bubbling over. “I could really use a fresh perspective.”

“Sounds perfect. I’m in,” he said, closing his locker and leaning against it casually. “When do you want to head over?”

“Right now?” you suggested, feeling a little nervous but also thrilled at the idea of spending more time with him. “I have my books, and I could really use some caffeine to kickstart my creativity.”

“Let’s do it!” he replied, his enthusiasm contagious. He gestured for you to lead the way, and as you walked side by side down the hallway, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

As you exited the school, the warm sunlight enveloped you, and the hustle and bustle of the outside world filled your ears. You glanced at Chan, who walked with an easy confidence. “So, what do you want to brainstorm about?” he asked, looking over at you with genuine interest.

“Well, I’m thinking about how to blend different art movements for my project. I want to create something that reflects both modern and classical styles,” you explained, your thoughts starting to flow.

“I love that idea!” he said, nodding enthusiastically. “You could play with color palettes and textures from different eras. That could really bring your piece to life.”

As you talked, you found yourself more at ease with each passing moment. The café came into view, and you felt a rush of anticipation. “Here it is! I hope they still have those pastries,” you said, glancing up at the sign.

“Oh, they do. Trust me, I’ve been here enough to know their secret menu,” he said with a mischievous grin. “You’re in for a treat.”

Once inside, you ordered your drinks and pastries, and found a cozy table by the window. The atmosphere buzzed with the sound of chatter and clinking cups, adding to the warmth of the moment.

You both settled in, and as you opened your notebook to jot down ideas, you felt a thrill of inspiration rush through you. “Okay, let’s brainstorm!” you said, eager to dive into your project with Chan by your side.

His presence made everything feel easier, and as you exchanged ideas, laughter, and stories, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something wonderful—something that wasn’t just an accident.

Ever since that day, meeting Chan had become the most exciting part of your routine. Each moment spent with him made your heart race, and the days felt brighter.

“Thank you so much! My project received a nice grade,” you said, your eyes sparkling with gratitude.

“You deserve it,” Chan replied, his smile warm and encouraging. “Your hard work really paid off.”

Feeling a rush of happiness, you mustered the courage to ask, “Are you free today? I want to treat you to something nice to say thanks.”

Chan tilted his head, considering. “I have something to do, but who would let a free meal pass by?” He chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Perfect! Let’s go to that new restaurant that just opened downtown. I’ve heard they have amazing food,” you suggested, unable to contain your excitement.

“Lead the way!” he said, his enthusiasm matching yours.

As you made your way to the restaurant, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. The sun was shining brightly, and the warm breeze wrapped around you, making everything feel perfect.

Once you arrived, the tantalizing aroma of delicious dishes greeted you at the door. You both stepped inside, and after being seated at a cozy table, you glanced over the menu.

“Everything looks so good! I don’t even know where to start,” you said, biting your lip in indecision.

“Let’s order a bunch of things to share. It’s more fun that way!” Chan suggested, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

You both decided on a variety of dishes, and as you waited for the food, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything—your favorite movies, music, and even your childhood dreams.

“I wanted to be an astronaut for the longest time,” Chan admitted with a laugh. “But then I realized I get dizzy just from spinning around in circles. So much for that dream!”

You laughed, picturing him in a space suit, and then replied, “At least you’re realistic! I wanted to be an artist, but then I discovered I’m more of a ‘creative disaster’ than anything else.”

“Hey, you’re an amazing artist! Look at that project of yours,” he said, gesturing to your notebook resting on the table. “It shows how creative you really are.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his compliment. “Thanks, Chan. That means a lot coming from you.”

Just then, the server arrived with a feast of colorful dishes, and the two of you dove in, sharing bites and savoring each flavor. Laughter filled the air as you both shared stories and friendly banter, each moment deepening your connection.

“This is the best meal I’ve had in ages,” you said between bites, a satisfied grin on your face.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it! I have to admit, I was a little worried you wouldn’t want to hang out with me again after our first ‘accidental’ meeting,” Chan said, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Are you kidding? Those accidents turned out to be the best thing that’s happened to me!” you replied, your heart racing at the thought of how lucky you felt.

As you continued to eat, you realized that these moments with Chan were becoming something you looked forward to every day. The laughter, the food, and the warmth of his presence made you feel alive. And you couldn’t help but wonder where this unexpected journey with him might lead.

One day, as you were walking down the hallway, your heart raced at the thought of bumping into Chan again—not literally bumping, of course. You kept glancing around the corners, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, and your smile widened when you finally spotted him at the end of the hall.

He was really handsome, and the way he brushed his hair back only added to his charm. Without thinking, you picked up your pace, practically running to him.

“Hi!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath.

“Hey there!” Chan replied, his face lighting up at your enthusiasm.

“What are you up to?” you asked, trying to sound casual even though you were bursting with excitement at seeing him again.

“I’m working on a project for my photography class,” he explained, adjusting the camera strap slung over his shoulder. “Just trying to find some inspiration.”

“Do you need help?” you offered, eager to spend more time with him.

“Yeah, that would be awesome! Thank you!” he said, visibly relieved.

You both decided to head to the nearest park, where Chan could take pictures of the vibrant scenery. As you arrived, the sun peeked through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The air was fresh and filled with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves.

You watched as he captured shots of the flowers blooming, the trees swaying in the gentle breeze, and the ducks swimming lazily in the pond. Every now and then, you noticed his brows furrowing in concentration as he reviewed the images.

“Are you happy with those?” you asked, stepping closer to him.

“Not quite,” he admitted, letting out a sigh. “It just feels like something is missing.”

“Maybe try capturing something more candid,” you suggested, trying to help. “Like when someone is laughing or playing in the park. Those moments can tell a story.”

Chan looked at you with a spark of inspiration in his eyes. “That’s a great idea! Let’s wait for some people to come by and see what happens.”

As you both waited, you continued to chat and joke around, enjoying each other’s company. Finally, a group of children ran past, laughing and chasing each other. Chan’s camera clicked rapidly as he captured their joyful energy.

“See? That’s the kind of moment I was talking about!” you said, beaming at him.

“I see it now! Thank you for your help!” Chan said, his eyes shining with excitement. “You really have a good eye for this.”

You felt a warm rush of pride at his compliment, and as you watched him work, you couldn’t help but admire how passionate he was about photography.

After taking several more pictures, Chan turned to you, a grin spreading across his face. “Let’s get a picture of us together! It’ll be a fun memory.”

“Oh, I don’t know…” you said, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness.

“Come on! It’ll be great. Plus, I need to document our collaboration,” he insisted, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You relented, and he set the timer on his camera before rushing back to stand beside you. As the camera clicked, you both laughed, and you felt a warmth in your heart that made you forget your nerves.

“Perfect!” Chan said, reviewing the picture. “We look awesome together.”

You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment, and for a moment, everything around you faded away, leaving just the two of you and the budding connection that was blossoming. You couldn’t shake the feeling that this day was just another beautiful accident that led you closer to Chan.

It was midterms day, and the library buzzed with the nervous energy of students cramming for their exams. You sat at a table piled high with notes, textbooks, and a half-empty coffee cup, trying to absorb as much information as possible.

Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you. You looked up to see Chan sliding into the chair next to yours, his backpack slung over one shoulder. “Hey, ready for this?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Not even close,” you admitted, running a hand through your hair in frustration. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around all this material.”

“Need a study buddy?” he offered, pulling out his own notes. “I could use a break from memorizing everything too. We can help each other out!”

“Sure, that sounds great!” you replied, relieved to have his company.

As the two of you delved into your notes, discussing concepts and quizzing each other, the atmosphere shifted from one of stress to camaraderie. With every question Chan asked, your confidence grew, and soon you found yourself explaining things more clearly.

“Wow, you really know your stuff!” Chan remarked, his expression genuinely impressed.

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at the compliment. “Thanks! I guess all the late nights are finally paying off,” you said, trying to play it cool.

After a couple of hours of intense studying, you both took a break, stretching and grabbing a quick snack from the café. As you were chatting and laughing, a group of your friends passed by and stopped to gawk at the scene.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” one of your friends asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you two… studying together?”

“Yeah, just helping each other out,” you said, trying to sound casual, but your heart raced at their teasing tone.

Your friend nudged you playfully. “Helping each other out? Is that all?” They smirked knowingly.

“Uh, he’s just a friend,” you stammered, suddenly unsure of how to explain your connection to Chan. The truth was, he felt like more than just a friend, but you didn’t know how to articulate that.

“Sure, a friend,” your friend teased, winking at you. “It looks like there’s something more going on!”

Chan chuckled, clearly amused by the situation, and you felt a rush of embarrassment at the attention. “We really are just studying,” he assured them, his tone light and playful.

“Okay, okay,” your friend said, holding up their hands in mock surrender. “We’ll let you two get back to it. But don’t forget to let us know when you finally admit it!”

As they walked away, you couldn’t help but glance at Chan, who was still smiling at the exchange. “Sorry about that,” you said, feeling a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. “I didn’t mean to make it seem like… well, you know.”

Chan shook his head, still grinning. “Don’t worry about it. I mean, it is nice to spend time with you. We make a good team.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. “Yeah, we really do,” you agreed, a soft smile creeping onto your face.

As you settled back into your study session, the moment hung in the air between you—a promise of something more than just friendship, waiting to be explored.

The midterms had drained you completely. The lack of sleep and the stress from weeks of studying had finally taken their toll. You promised yourself that after the last exam, you would treat yourself to a good night’s sleep and a juicy steak—something to celebrate the end of your academic agony.

When the final exam wrapped up, a rush of exhilaration surged through you. You couldn’t help but throw your papers into the air, your laughter mingling with that of your friends. It was a celebration—freedom at last!

“Who’s ready to party?” one of your friends shouted, and the group erupted into cheers.

“I’m calling Chan!” you exclaimed, feeling a burst of happiness. You pulled out your phone, dialing his number, but after a few rings, it went to voicemail. You frowned, thinking he must be busy with his own post-exam plans. Shrugging it off, you put your phone away and joined your friends, who were already dancing to the music blasting from the speakers.

That night, you found yourself at the nearest bar, the energy around you vibrant and electric. You ordered a drink, savoring the coolness as it slid down your throat, and soon the dance floor called to you. You let loose, dancing and laughing, feeling all the stress melt away with each beat of the music.

After a few drinks, you felt invincible. You spun around, arms wide open, embracing the joy of the moment. That was when you noticed him.

Not too far away, standing at the bar with a drink in hand, was Chan. He looked relaxed in a casual outfit, chatting and laughing with a couple of friends. Your heart skipped a beat. It was the first time you’d seen him for first day of midterms, and somehow, he looked even more handsome in the dim light of the bar.

You felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Should you approach him? The thought made your stomach flutter. But as you watched him, you noticed he hadn’t seen you yet.

Deciding to make your move, you grabbed your drink and wove your way through the crowd, the music thumping in your ears. When you finally reached him, he turned, and his eyes lit up with surprise.

“Hey! Fancy seeing you here!” Chan exclaimed, his smile wide and genuine.

“Hey! I just finished my exams, so I thought I’d celebrate,” you said, trying to keep your tone light despite the fluttering in your chest. “What about you?”

“Same here! I needed a break after all that studying,” he replied, leaning slightly closer, making it easier to hear each other over the music. “Looks like you’re having a good time.”

“I am! I thought I’d treat myself, you know?” You took a sip of your drink, feeling a bit more confident. “How about you? Are you enjoying your night?”

“Definitely! It’s nice to unwind,” he said, glancing around the bar. “You should come join us. We’re about to play some pool.”

You felt a surge of excitement at the invitation. “Sounds fun! Let’s go!”

As you walked toward the pool table together, the noise of the bar faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble. Your heart raced at the thought of spending time with him, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this night might be the beginning of something special.

Chan led you to the pool table, where a group of his friends was gathered. The atmosphere was lively, laughter and playful banter filling the air.

“This is Han,” he said, pointing to a tall guy with a warm smile. “He’s the best pool player here—don’t let him fool you with that innocent face.”

Han grinned, nudging Chan playfully. “Yeah, right. You’re just scared I’ll beat you again!”

“And this,” Chan continued, gesturing to a guy who was sprawled over the table, “is Seungmin. Don’t mind him; he’s just being dramatic.”

Seungmin lifted his head slightly, a smirk on his face. “Hey! I’m just conserving my energy for my inevitable victory,” he quipped before flopping back down, causing everyone to chuckle.

“..over there is Yuni,” Chan said, nodding toward a girl with vibrant hair and an infectious smile who was chatting animatedly with another friend. However, as she caught sight of you standing next to Chan, her expression shifted slightly. There was something in her gaze, a hint of judgment that made you feel self-conscious, as if she was silently questioning why you were with him.

You smiled at the lively introductions, trying to shake off the unease. “It’s great to meet you all! Chan’s been telling me a bit about you,” you said, glancing at Chan, who was trying to look innocent.

“Only good things, right?” Chan interjected with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Of course!” you laughed, enjoying the banter, but you couldn’t shake off Yuni’s penetrating look.

“So, what’s the plan?” Han asked, leaning against the table. “Are we playing a round of pool, or is it too easy for you guys?”

Chan glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “How about a little wager? Loser buys the next round of drinks.”

“Deal!” you replied, excitement bubbling up inside you, determined to prove yourself. “But I’m going to win.”

Seungmin raised his head just enough to give you a mock salute. “Good luck with that!”

As Chan set up the game, you could feel Yuni’s eyes on you, scrutinizing your every move. It made you slightly anxious, but you tried to focus on the game instead. The atmosphere felt more relaxed among Chan's friends, and it made you feel like you were part of something special. Chan’s presence was comforting, and you found yourself stealing glances at him, your heart racing every time your eyes met.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got!” Chan challenged, holding the cue stick with a confident grin. You couldn’t help but smile back, ready to take on the challenge, even if Yuni’s judgment lingered at the back of your mind.

The game began, and you focused intently on the table. Chan broke first, sending the balls scattering across the green felt. His movements were fluid and confident, and you admired the way he handled the cue stick.

“Nice shot!” Han cheered, clapping him on the back as the solid balls spread across the table. Chan beamed, clearly enjoying the attention.

“Your turn,” Chan said, stepping aside and motioning for you to take your shot. You felt a rush of excitement mixed with nerves as you approached the table, trying to shake off Yuni's scrutinizing gaze.

You lined up your shot, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. “Here goes nothing,” you mumbled to yourself. With a swift motion, you struck the cue ball, watching it collide with the colored balls. You sunk a solid, and a rush of exhilaration washed over you.

“Wow, not bad!” Chan said, genuine admiration in his voice.

“You’re going to have to do better than that!” you replied playfully, trying to channel the confidence you felt.

As the game continued, laughter and friendly banter filled the air. You found yourself lost in the moment, enjoying the thrill of competition and the company of Chan and his friends. You occasionally caught Yuni’s gaze again, but this time, you shrugged it off.

You and Chan worked well together, each of you strategizing and laughing through the ups and downs of the game. “I think we make a pretty good team,” Chan said, grinning at you after you executed a tricky shot.

“Team? I thought we were opponents!” you teased back, leaning on the table with a playful smile.

“Fine, but I’m going to crush you next round,” he shot back, feigning a fierce glare.

The game was intense, with each of you sinking balls and trying to outsmart the other. After a particularly close shot where you barely missed sinking the eight ball, you groaned dramatically, drawing laughter from the group.

“Come on, you can do better than that!” Seungmin teased, lifting his head for a moment to join in the laughter.

“Hey, I’m still getting used to the pressure of having such talented players around me!” you shot back, winking at him.

Eventually, the game came down to the last ball, and the tension in the air was palpable. You took a moment to breathe, steadying your hands as you lined up your shot.

“Just focus,” Chan whispered, stepping close enough that you could feel his warmth. “You got this.”

You nodded, feeling a rush of determination. As you took your shot, the cue ball sailed smoothly into the eight ball, sending it into the pocket with a satisfying clack. Cheers erupted from your friends, and you jumped up in excitement, unable to contain your joy.

“Did I just win?” you exclaimed, wide-eyed with disbelief.

“Looks like it!” Han said, clapping you on the back. “Great job!”

Yuni, however, crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, still watching you closely. You tried not to let her expression dampen your mood. “So, who’s buying the next round?” you asked, turning your attention back to the group, hoping to shift the atmosphere.

“Loser buys,” Chan declared, pretending to pout. “But I guess that means I owe you one!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you treat me later,” you said with a teasing grin.

As the group moved toward the karaoke area, you felt an electric energy between you and Chan. With each passing moment, you were more grateful for the accidental encounters that had brought you to this point. Who knew a series of mishaps would lead to a night full of laughter, friendship, and possibly something more?

And even if Yuni still looked at you like a puzzle she needed to solve, you were too busy enjoying the moment to let it bother you. After all, you were finally having fun, and it felt good.

As the night deepened, the lively chatter and laughter of the group created a warm atmosphere. You found a cozy seat at the edge of the karaoke stage, sipping on your drink and watching Chan as he jokingly sang off-key. Everything felt perfect until you noticed Yuni making her way toward you, her expression a mix of confidence and something more sinister.

Her confident stride and sharp smile cutting through the laughter and music. She leaned closer, her voice low and dripping with a condescending sweetness. “Hey there, just wanted to have a little chat.”

“Sure,” you said cautiously, bracing yourself for whatever she had to say.

“Listen,” she said, crossing her arms, “Chan is mine. You need to back off. He’s not interested in you.” Her tone had that classic mean girl edge, and your heart raced as you absorbed her words.

“No,” you replied firmly, trying to match her intensity. “I like Chan, and I think he likes me too. I’m not going to just walk away because you say so.”

Her laughter was sharp, almost mocking. “Oh, really? You think he’s into you? That’s adorable.” She leaned in, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Let me show you some proof.”

Before you could respond, Yuni stood up, her heels clicking against the floor as she strode confidently towards Chan. You felt your heart drop, your gut twisting in anticipation and dread. The entire bar seemed to fade into the background as you watched her approach him.

She whispered something in his ear, and for a moment, Chan turned to look at you, confusion crossing his features. Then, without any hesitation, Yuni leaned in and kissed him. The moment felt like a punch to the gut, and time seemed to freeze as you watched Chan’s reaction.

He didn’t push her away.

That was your sign. Your breath caught in your throat, a mixture of disbelief and disappointment washing over you. You stood up abruptly, the weight of the moment crashing down on you. You couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

Ignoring the sounds of laughter and music, you turned and made your way toward the exit, the laughter of your friends fading behind you. Each step felt heavier as the reality settled in. You thought you had something special with Chan, but seeing him with Yuni shattered that illusion in an instant.

You stepped out into the cool night air, taking a deep breath to calm the storm brewing inside you. You needed to collect your thoughts. This wasn’t the end, you reminded yourself. It was a moment, not a conclusion. You wouldn’t let Yuni or this situation define how you felt about Chan or yourself.

As you walked away from the bar, your resolve strengthened. You would figure this out—whatever it took.

You stumbled out of the bar, the cool night air hitting your flushed cheeks like a splash of reality. Once outside, you leaned against the cool brick wall, the laughter and music fading into the background as the tears you’d been holding back spilled over.

You cried silently, each sob echoing the turmoil inside you. You knew it; deep down, you had always known. All those moments—each little accident that had brought you to Chan—had turned out to be just that: accidents. The awkward encounters, the clumsy run-ins, the way you had been drawn together—it was all a series of mishaps that had somehow made you believe there was something more.

Meeting Chan had felt like fate at first, like a spark that ignited something inside you. But now, standing alone in the dark, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it had all been a fluke, a twist of the universe that had no real purpose.

“An accident is an accident,” you murmured through your tears, repeating the words like a mantra. Every encounter had been a result of your own clumsiness, your carelessness leading you into a whirlwind of emotions you weren’t prepared to handle.

You thought about how carefree you had felt with him, the way he made you laugh and the comfort of his presence. But now, that joy felt tainted, overshadowed by the image of him kissing Yuni, the girl who had made it clear she wanted him. It felt like a cruel joke, and you were the punchline.

As the tears flowed, you took deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside. It was time to let go of the fantasy you had built around Chan, to accept that maybe what you felt wasn’t meant to be.

Wiping your eyes, you stood up straighter, determined not to let this moment define you. It hurt, but you wouldn’t let it break you. “You deserve better,” you whispered to yourself.

With one last deep breath, you turned away from the bar and started to walk. It was time to reclaim your night, even if it meant facing the reality of the situation head-on. No more accidents; you needed to be more careful, not just with your surroundings but with your heart.

As you walked home, you made a promise to yourself. You would move on, even if it took time. You would find a way to let go of the ‘what-ifs’ and embrace whatever came next, accidents or not.

Days turned into a blur, and despite Chan's constant messages lighting up your phone, you chose to ignore them. Why would he contact you after what happened? You found yourself lost in thought as you folded clothes, the fabric slipping through your fingers. A sudden craving for coffee hit you, breaking through your distracted haze.

With a determined sigh, you made your way to the coffee shop. As you approached, doubt crept in. What if you ran into Chan? You paused, took a deep breath, and reassured yourself, If it’s meant to happen, then let it be.

Stepping inside, you felt a wave of relief wash over you when you didn’t see him. You took your sweet time, savoring the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as you glanced at the menu, letting the moment distract you.

Just as you were about to leave, you caught sight of him standing at the entrance. He looked surprised to see you, his eyes widening slightly.

“Can we talk?” he asked, stepping closer.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding, your curiosity outweighing your apprehension. You found a small table in the corner, and he sat down across from you, his demeanor shifting to one of earnestness.

He glanced down, his brow furrowed in thought. “What do you want to drink? I can get you something.”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m okay; I already have some.”

His gaze softened as he leaned in slightly, studying your face. “Why have you been ignoring my messages?”

You let out a soft sigh, your heart racing at the vulnerability in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I was busy.”

He nodded, his expression filled with understanding. “But why did you leave the party without saying goodbye? I was looking for you.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just had to go home. That’s all.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Yuni… she tells me everything.”

You fell silent, unsure of how to respond.

“The truth is, after that party, I’m ignoring Yuni. I’m never talking to her again.”

“Why would you do that?” you asked, concern creeping into your tone. The thought of him standing up to her made your heart flutter.

“Because she hurt you,” he said, his voice steady yet filled with emotion.

You felt a pang in your chest. I’m not hurt because of her… I’m hurt because I was careless, you thought to yourself, grappling with your conflicting emotions.

“Look, I was drunk,” he continued, his eyes filled with regret. “I only realized she kissed me after I pushed her away... and then I saw you running.”

You could see the weight of his words pressing down on him. “You don’t need to explain,” you murmured, trying to keep your composure.

“I need to explain,” he insisted, leaning forward, his intensity palpable. “I don’t want you away from me.”

“Chan…” you called softly, feeling your heart race.

“You know,” he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, “after that accident of meeting you… my life changed.”

His confession hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. You felt your breath hitch, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his words. Your heart pounded in your chest as you processed what he was saying. Could it be true?

Chan’s words lingered in the air, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. You could feel the weight of the moment, the vulnerability in his voice pulling at your heart.

"Meeting you..." he hesitated, his gaze falling to the table for a second before lifting back to you. "It felt like one of those accidents that just... changed everything. And at first, I thought it was just that—a coincidence, a bump in the hallway. But then... it wasn’t."

You stayed silent, your pulse quickening as he continued.

"I wasn’t expecting it. To feel this way. But… I think I’ve been falling for you. Accidentally in love, if you want to call it that."

His confession took your breath away, the rawness of it catching you off guard. You tried to respond, but the words got stuck in your throat. He smiled softly at your reaction, the kind of smile that carried relief but also nervousness, as if he wasn’t sure what you’d say next.

"I know everything between us started with these random moments," Chan continued, his voice low and sincere. "But those ‘accidents’ became the best part of my day. Seeing you in the hallway, at the coffee shop… it’s like you became my favorite surprise."

You swallowed hard, the emotions swirling in your chest almost too much to bear. "Chan... I..." you started, unsure of how to put your feelings into words. The truth was, you’d felt it too—that strange sense of anticipation every time you thought you might see him, the way your heart raced whenever your paths crossed.

His hand gently reached across the table, brushing against yours, and you felt warmth spread through you. "I don’t want to lose you," he said softly. "I don’t care about the circumstances. I just want to be with you, whether it's an accident or fate."

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice. It wasn’t just an accident anymore. Maybe it never was. The two of you were brought together by chance, but now, it felt like something deeper.

You took a deep breath and met his gaze. "Maybe accidents aren’t so bad after all," you said with a shy smile.

His eyes lit up at your words, and a smile slowly formed on his face. "Yeah?" he asked, his tone hopeful.

"Yeah," you nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. "I think I’ve been falling for you too, Chan."

He let out a soft laugh, a sound filled with both relief and joy. "I’m so glad you said that," he murmured, his hand closing around yours. "Because I really don’t want to go through another day pretending I don’t feel this way."

You squeezed his hand, a smile tugging at your lips. Maybe the best things really do happen by accident.

Chan’s hand, warm and steady, held yours like an anchor, and for the first time in days, the weight on your chest seemed to lift. What started as random, fleeting moments had turned into something real, something neither of you could deny any longer.

"Maybe," you said softly, meeting his eyes, "we were supposed to find each other like this—through all these accidents."

He smiled at that, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. "Then I guess I'm grateful for every one of them," he said, his voice tender. "Because they brought me to you."

The tension that had been hanging over you for so long melted away, replaced with a quiet sense of happiness. What you thought were accidents, moments of carelessness, were really the universe pushing you toward each other, piece by piece.

You realized that sometimes, the best things in life don’t come with planning or expectations. Sometimes, they come when you're not looking—an accidental meeting that turns into something much more. And now, sitting across from Chan, his hand in yours, you knew that this wasn’t just an accident anymore. It was the start of something real.

And just like that, the uncertainty faded away. You had no idea what the future held, but you didn’t need to know. Right here, right now, was enough.

Because in the end, maybe the best kind of love really is the one you stumble into, accidentally.

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— Synopsis: Where you take chan's virginity in 7 minutes in heaven, and after you move to the contryside to study, Chan tries to find you throughout these years, looking for a few more minutes with your presence. — WC: 3.2k — WARNINGS: Smut, unprotected sex, fingering (f. receiving), oral (f. receiving, and a lil' mention of m. receiving), penetrative sex, muffle of moans, bathroom sex, closet sex, creampie, clit stimulation and etc.

In the bustling hallways of High School, there was a boy named Chan who seemed to effortlessly navigate the sea of students. With his easy going demeanor and infectious laughter, he became a familiar face at every social event, from the lively frat parties to the spirited gatherings in the gymnasium.

Chan had an uncanny ability to blend into any crowd, always surrounded by a diverse group of friends. Despite his outgoing nature, there was a mysterious quietness about him, a shyness that made him stand out even more. He was the type of person who observed more than he spoke, and his thoughts remained a well-kept secret.

You, on the other hand, were just another student navigating the complex world of high school. While not a stranger to the social scene, you maintained a quiet grace that captivated those around you. Chan couldn't help but notice your presence wherever he went, and your beauty became a constant source of admiration for him.

As the days passed, Chan found himself drawn to you more and more. He'd steal glances in the hallway, secretly hoping for a brief exchange of smiles. However, his shy nature prevented him from approaching you directly. Instead, he contented himself with being part of the same social circles, watching from a distance as others sang your praises.

One day, as you stood in the gymnasium, chatting with friends, Chan couldn't help but overhear his own friends discussing how dreamy you were. A subtle twinge of jealousy flickered in his eyes, and a pang of frustration nestled in his chest. He wanted to be the one expressing those sentiments, but fear held him back.

Despite his internal turmoil, Chan continued to be a silent admirer. At frat parties, he'd watch you dance with friends, and in the hallways, he'd catch glimpses of your radiant smile. His friends continued to tease him about your allure, unaware of the quiet storm brewing within him.

Then, in a random frat party, the room was filled with a buzz of excitement, laughter, and the occasional gasp as the game of truth or dare escalated. Amidst the dwindling crowd of friends, the bottle pointed to you and Chan, causing a hush to fall over the group. Chan's heart raced as he seized the chance he had been waiting for.

"Truth or dare?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes fixed on yours.

You grinned mischievously, caught up in the thrill of the moment. "Dare," you replied, a playful glint in your eyes.

Chan felt a rush of nerves and anticipation. "I dare you to join me for 7 minutes in heaven," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of boldness and nervousness.

The room fell silent, and gasps echoed around you. It wasn't just the unexpectedness of Chan's daring move but also the rarity of his public display of affection that stunned everyone.

You met his gaze with a smile, realizing the significance of his bold action. Extending your hand to him, you whispered, "Lead the way, Chan."

As you both made your way to the closet, his hand felt clammy in yours, a testament to his nerves. Once inside, the door closed behind you, leaving your friends in the living room with wide eyes and curious whispers.

So, 7 minutes in heaven, huh?" you teased, breaking the silence.

Chan chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, seems like it," he replied, his voice a bit shaky.

You took a step closer, your eyes meeting his. "You know, this is probably the most daring thing you've ever done," you remarked with a playful glint in your eyes.

He grinned, trying to muster some confidence. "Well, when the opportunity knocks, you've got to take it, right?"

You laughed, appreciating his boldness. "I like that attitude. So, what are we going to do for the next 7 minutes?"

Chan's hesitance became evident. He awkwardly stepped closer, his hands brushing against your waist as he tentatively held you, clearly uncertain about the next move.

You smiled, noticing his uncertainty. "You know what people normally do in here, right?" you asked, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Chan nodded, his cheeks growing even redder. He was caught between excitement and nervousness. Sensing his discomfort, you decided to take the lead, moving your lips to his ear as your arms slid to hold his shoulder and neck.

"Don't pretend that you didn't call me here for a reason," you whispered, your warm breath sending shivers down Chan's spine.

His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and anticipation dancing in them. As your lips met his, the atmosphere in the closet shifted.

he kiss deepened, and Chan closed his eyes, savoring the moment. For him, it felt like the most courageous act he had ever committed. As your lips moved in a dance, his tongue slipped inside your mouth, exploring with a mixture of curiosity and passion. His hands, once tentative, now gripped your waist, pulling you closer, and a gasp escaped your lips.

In the heightened intensity of the moment, Chan's inhibitions seemed to fade away. His hands traveled, moving to grip your ass, a bold move that made your heart race. The unexpected touch sent a thrill through you, and you couldn't help but gasp, your hands instinctively finding their way to the closure of his jeans.

As you began to unbutton his jeans, a mix of excitement and nervousness enveloped Chan's mind. He felt like a daredevil, a rebel breaking free from his usual reserved self. "What the fuck you're doing, what the fuck you're doing, what the fuck you're doing," his mind repeated like a mantra, the rhythm echoing the beating of his heart. And he was doing nothing. His body was tense, glued to the wall, watching you pulling his cock out of his boxers, already on your knees. "Oh my god Y/N…"

[…]

As time passed, Chan couldn't shake the memory of that fateful night at the frat party, and the 7 minutes in heaven that left a lasting imprint on his heart. Despite having other flings and experiences, your presence lingered in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of a connection that felt unfinished.

Graduation came and went, and as the days turned into months, Chan found himself yearning for the girl who had once whispered in his ear, and fucked with him for first time in the small closet. He tried every avenue to find you, but it seemed like you had vanished into thin air. The countryside, where you were rumored to have gone to study, felt like an impenetrable mystery.

Chan's attempts to move on were futile. He'd catch himself flipping his head 360° at the sound of a familiar name, hoping against hope that it was you. The intensity of his search gradually took a toll on him, and he realized that the girl from the frat party had become more than just a fleeting crush.

Years passed, and Chan matured, both in age and in understanding. He reflected on the significance of that one night, realizing that it wasn't just about the physical connection but the emotional one that had developed in those 7 minutes. It became a turning point in his life, shaping the way he approached relationships and connections.

Eventually, Chan accepted that some stories are meant to be cherished for what they were and not for what they could have been. The memory of the mysterious girl from the frat party became a bittersweet chapter in his past, a reminder of a connection that slipped through his fingers.

As life unfolded, Chan carried the lessons learned from that fleeting encounter, and while he didn't know where you were or what you had become, the impact of those 7 minutes in heaven remained etched in his heart, a beautiful and poignant memory of a love that never fully blossomed.

The soft glow of the evening sun cast a warm ambiance over Seungcheol's house as Chan, along with a group of friends, gathered for a casual dinner and some much-needed relaxation. Bottles of wine adorned the table, and laughter filled the air as the friends reminisced about their high school days and caught up on each other's lives.

Chan sat comfortably, sipping on his wine as he engaged in a lively conversation with Vernon, their laughter blending seamlessly with the others in the room. The atmosphere was one of camaraderie and nostalgia, a haven away from the stresses of their busy adult lives.

"So, Chan, what have you been up to these days?" Vernon inquired, raising his glass in a casual toast.

Chan took a thoughtful sip of his wine before replying, "Oh, you know, the usual grind. Work keeps me on my toes, but it's not too bad. And I've been trying to make time for some personal projects, too."

Chan's heart raced as he saw the figure enter, resembling you in a way that ignited a spark of hope in him. At first, he dismissed the possibility, unwilling to let his expectations deceive him. But then, a second glance shattered his disbelief—there you were, after all these years, standing before him.

Vernon's words faded into the background as Chan's focus zeroed in on you. His mind raced with a flurry of emotions, memories flooding back like a torrent. He couldn't believe the twist of fate that had brought you back into his life.

"Vernon, I think I'm going to lose it," Chan exclaimed in a hushed, incredulous tone, his eyes still fixed on you. While Vernon furrowed his eyebrows.

Vernon, sensing the gravity of the situation, chuckled knowingly. "Dude, this is crazy! Go talk to her!"

As he reached you, there was a mix of nervousness and anticipation on his face.

"Hey," he said, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "It's really you, isn't it?"

You met his gaze with a mix of surprise and joy, confirming, "Yeah, Chan, it's me. I can't believe you're here too."

The two of you shared a moment of disbelief and happiness, the years that had passed seemingly evaporating. Vernon observed from a distance, a grin spreading across his face as he realized the significance of the reunion.

The vibrant atmosphere of Seungcheol's house seemed to fade away as Chan found himself irresistibly drawn to you. Despite the years that had passed since your high school days, the connection between you two felt as alive and magnetic as ever. Every stolen glance and subtle smile communicated a language that only the two of you seemed to understand.

The pull became so strong that, at a certain point, Chan decided to follow you into the kitchen. The chatter and laughter from the other rooms faded into the background as the two of you found a moment of solace amidst the whirlwind of the reunion.

As you opened a drink, Chan approached with a lopsided grin. "Mind if I join you for a moment?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

You gestured with a nod, and a comfortable silence settled between you. It was as if the passing years had only served to deepen the unspoken connection. Chan, feeling a mix of nostalgia and newfound boldness, finally broke the quiet.

"Are you dating someone?" he asked, the question lingering in the air with a weight of curiosity and perhaps a hint of hope.

You looked at him, the honesty in your eyes evident, and shook your head. "No, I'm not. Why do you ask?" you inquired, a playful grin playing on your lips. "Thinking of entering another closet with me?" you added, teasingly recalling the high school party that had marked the beginning of your connection.

Chan, surprising both you and himself, responded boldly, "Well, maybe I was thinking of something more than just a closet this time."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and a moment of tension hung in the air. The boldness of his statement sparked a mix of excitement and curiosity, and you couldn't help but be intrigued by the newfound confidence in Chan's demeanor.

As Chan stood there, his black jeans emphasizing the contours of his thighs, and his shirt fitting snugly on his chest, you couldn't help but appreciate the sight before you. A subtle "Hmm" escaped your lips, capturing his attention.

Feeling a sudden surge of boldness, you moved closer, crossing your arms to accentuate your figure, and you caught Chan's gaze. With a playful glint in your eyes, you asked, "Do you think Seungcheol would mind if we borrowed his bathroom for a few minutes?"

A devilish smile crept onto Chan's face, and he replied, "Oh, I think he wouldn't mind at all."

Taking your hand, he led you upstairs, navigating through the lively atmosphere of Seungcheol's house. The anticipation in the air grew as you reached the bathroom at the end of the hall. The door closed behind you, leaving the sounds of the party downstairs muffled in the distance.

He kissed you sloppy and hungry, his hands slid from your neck to your hips. His mind showed no sign of stopping, and his hands quickly worked their way up your dress, squeezing your hot skin between his fingers.

As Chan's lips hovered dangerously close to yours, a charged energy filled the small bathroom. His playful words echoed, "Now you don't escape from me." his hand holding one leg up and the other entering your pantie promptly feeling your juices wetting his fingers.

Feeling the intensity of the moment, you bit your lip, a mixture of anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins. The air crackled with unspoken desire, and in that confined space, time seemed to stand still.

You can feel his hand teasing you, almost entering, and you breath fast, anxiously waiting for him to fill you with his fingers. "Chan, come onn…" You whine, moving your hips, no success.

As you squirmed, caught between desire and the teasing banter, Chan couldn't help but laugh. "I'm starting to enjoy seeing you like this," he admitted.

His fingers curled with a sudden unexpected move, and your body jolted in response. A moan escaped your lips as the surprise electrified your body. His laughter mixed with the sound of your reaction, creating a symphony of shared delight.

His fingers traced patterns, each curl and movement making you moan louder.

"Better be quiet, or…" he trailed off, his words carrying a hint of playful warning.

Your eyes met his, a spark of defiance in your gaze. "What if I don't want to?" you countered, a challenging tone in your voice.

Chan chuckled, his breath warm against your ear. "Well, then, maybe I'll have to find a way to make you," he replied, his fingers continuing their mesmerizing movements.

Chan turned you around, his body pressing firmly against yours. He moved with deliberate confidence, his hand swiftly covering your mouth.

Your eyes met in the mirror, and the reflection captured the mix of surprise and excitement in your gaze. The muffled sounds of the party downstairs seemed distant, drowned out by the charged atmosphere within the confined space.

Chan's fingers tightened slightly, and his eyes held a silent request for compliance. "You better collaborate, If you don't want me to come out and leave you all wet here…"

His hands start to pump his length, getting on his knees, spreading your ass to suck your clit, then spitting on your pussy. The action makes you lay your chest on the sink, feeling your wetness drip on the floor.

"Now you're ready… Can you take my cock like a good slut hm?"

"Yes I c-can!" You let out with a hoarse voice, as you feel Chan's cock sliding your folds.

When his cock fully entered, you held back a huge urge to scream一and say how good Chan was filling you一his length stretched you out, and his tip brushed your g'spot, without he even try.

As his hips gained more rhythm, you could slowly feel your legs giving up to yourself, but Chan held you against his body preventing you from falling, taking the opportunity to place open-mouth kisses on your neck, his warm tongue sliding across your skin, making your body spasm over his. "Oh my god Chan you're fucking me so good, so good…"

Your body melted on his as he rolled his hips, then slammed back hitting your g'spot with pressure, he took his face from the crook of your neck and gave you a glimpse, seeing your body surrendered over his, slowly softening in his hands. Each time he went deeper, the naughty smile on his face grew as he whimpered your name into your ear.

In the midst of the charged atmosphere, you found yourself in Chan's arms, the shy boy from high school transformed into a confident man. His whispers, once reserved and uncertain, now carried a hint of boldness and desire as he shared naughty thoughts in your ear.

The bathroom seemed to shrink around you as the intensity of the moment escalated. Chan's touch ignited a fire within, and the playful banter evolved into something more visceral. The transition from the familiar high school connection to this new, mature intimacy left you breathless and exhilarated.

As he continued to whisper naughty things in your ear, the air seemed to decrease every second, and you tightened around his cock more and more, making his hips stutter. He already knew you would cum in one wave. Then he makes a point of holding you tighter, shaking his fingers quickly over your clit and rolling his hips, making your orgasm strong.

Chan's hand glues to your mouth muffling your screams, while he tries to swallow his own moans. "I always knew there was more to us than just seven minutes in heaven."

As Chan's whispered words filled the air, the sensitivity already took care of you and you could barely manage to get your own words out, your breaths coming in quick pants. Chan gently held your hair, guiding your face to meet his, and with a whisper, he asked, "Kiss me, please."

Your lips met, and he opened his mouth to moan, and the world seemed to fade away. Chan's arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer. His body trembled as his release washed over him, the intensity of the moment building with each passing second. You could feel your pussy dripping his cum out of you, while he hid his face on your shoulder, whimpering as the remaining pleasure made him tremble.

The connection between you and Chan transcended the past, and in that shared kiss, the years apart melted away. As the intensity of the kiss lingered, you managed to break away for a moment, breathless and flushed. A playful smile danced on your lips as you looked at Chan and whispered, "Well, this 7 minutes in heaven has lasted a lot more than just seven minutes, hasn't it?"

Chan's eyes held a sincere warmth as he gazed at you, and with a soft smile, he said, "You know, everything is heavenly when you're around."

His words, like a gentle breeze, warmed your heart, and you felt a surge of emotion at the unexpected beauty of his phrase. Meeting his gaze, you replied, "Then let's make every place we are, heaven."

[staylovesmiley]

Connected~ Chapter 4

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Bangchan x Fem!Reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; Lumi had been a trainee at JYPE for years. Having entered the company a couple years after Chris the two became good friends, maybe even more. As she watched her best friend finally achieved his dream, the distance between them grew. With her debut date finally set in stone, will the two be able to rekindle their flame or will the connection between them falter?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notes; This is an ABO!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; abo!au, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, smut, old friends to lovers, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous Bangchan, Reader is an OC, Mentions of unhealthy dieting(forced by the company), Reader is three years younger than Chan (‘00 liners unite!!) extra chapter specific warnings; vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (kind of? Birth control is used but no condom- remember to always wrap it before you tap it to protect against stds!!) implied cum eating, I might have missed some but I think that’s all?

Intoxicating is the only way she could describe the feeling of being held so close to him again, one hand placed on the wall beside her head while the other gripped her hip firmly causing the dancer to gasp against his lips. Her hands were tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as he bit down on her lower lip with a soft growl.

Things had been going on like this ever since the movie night at her dorm. When no one was paying attention or they were left alone the pair would sneak off to a isolated bathroom or closet somewhere, unable to keep their hands off of each other as they finally gave in to the physical pull towards one another they had felt during their teenage years.

The tension between them would build up from the second they laid eyes upon each other until it snapped like a rubber band pulled too taut, the two pouncing each other once they were sure no one was around to bear witness to their actions.

The way sweet, mildly spiced vanilla filled her senses set Lumi’s soul on fire and she felt as if she couldn’t get the alpha close enough to her, her instincts screaming at her to claim him and be claimed by him. She wouldn’t allow it, of course, always stopping them before things went farther than a heated make out session that left them having to adjust their appearance before rejoining the others wherever they had left them.

Currently they were inside the third floor bathroom at the end of the hall from the practice room where the rest of stray kids were waiting impatiently for the pair to join them. Chan had been in the studio working when the rest of the kids sent Lumi to retrieve him, Han saying that since she was just coming to watch and get dinner afterwards she didn’t need to warm up like the rest of them and it made the most sense for her to go.

It was on their way back down to the practice room from his studio that she couldn’t help herself any longer, taking him silently by the wrist and pulling him into the first unlocked door they passed by. This wasn’t the JYPE building she knew, the company having changed locations after she had left, so she was still getting used to the differences as she started coming to visit them more on her time off. She was expecting a closet of some kind but was surprised to find a single use bathroom instead, locking the door before the alpha turned her around and pressed his body against hers pinning her to the door.

Chan began trailing losses down her jaw leading to her neck, biting and sucking there and having the omega moaning breathlessly. “Chris- we should probably stop or the others are gonna come looking…” despite her words, Lumi was tilting her head to the side to give him better access as he continued to leave kisses and little bite marks along the column of her neck and nape where it met her shoulder. “Don’t care-“ he growled, hand moving from its place on the wall to begin working on untying the drawstring of her sweat pants.

“Chris no- stop.” She said firmly now, pushing him away with the palms of her hands flat against his chest until he pulled away with the look of a kicked puppy. “What- is everything okay?” His eyes scanned her face for any signs of pain or discomfort, worrying he may have bit down too hard or done something she didn’t like. “No no everything is okay just- we need to get you to practice…”

Chan sighed, realizing that once again things were being cut short and the wall the pink haired dancer had placed between them was going back up. “Right. Yeah.” He huffed, pulling away from her fully to straighten his clothing and fix his hair in the mirror from where her soft hands had been pulling at it and causing it to look more disheveled than a mere set of headphones would. She followed suit, making sure he hadn’t left any visible marks along her skin before combing her fingers through her hair and nodding in approval at her reflection.

Torture was the only was he could describe the feeling of walking down the hall with a very noticeable distance between the two of them.

It may not have shown but the alpha wasn’t the only one suffering.

The way his scent lingered on her skin, the feeling of his lips on hers leaving them tingling, the sound of his moans and little growls echoing in her mind and keeping her awake at night. She wanted more of him, craved him like a drug, but the dancer wouldn’t allow herself to let him in anymore than she already had.

Lumi was friendly with him, small smiles and waves when he would join her and the others during their plans, but besides sneaking around their dorms or the jype building to get a little hot under the collar away from prying eyes she didn’t attempt to get closer to the alpha on a one on one level.

The dancer had been spending a lot of time with the stray kids pack, as it seemed, but still made time to spend with her beloved member just the two of them as well as inviting the older omega to join them which she did on occasion. This time it was just the two of them in their dance studio at the kq building, laying on the cool hardwood floor side by side after hours of practicing for their first comeback since debut.

As the girls lay catching their breath, the sound of loud voices carrying down the hall could be heard before the door to the dance studio was pushed open and a voice called out in a song-like tune.

“Moony-moony~ where is the absolute love of my life??~” Wooyoung called out, the omega Smirking when he saw the two girls laying in the dim light of their dance studio. “Found ya!” He laughed, pouncing on the other omega as she let out a small grunt once the dancer’s body landed on top of her own. “Ya! Be careful- your boney elbow could’ve taken my eye out!” Mani shouted as she struggled to get out from under the raven haired man.

Lumi laughed at the exchange, the smell of their deeply spiced scents filling the practice room as they wrestled playfully in front of her. “Woo would you give them a break? It’s been too long since they’ve had to put up with your antics-“ came Yunho’s deep voice as he made his presence known. The omega’s eyes lit up and she sprung off the floor to embrace the much taller man. “Yuyu! Oh my goodness how have you been?” The omega asked, squealing in delight as the alpha wrapped her in his strong embrace and lifted her off the ground slightly to spin her around in his arms.

“Been good- missed our girls though.” He teased the two omegas, gently setting Lumi back on the ground and pulling back to look down into her eyes. “Feels good to be back home.” He smiled, the warm smell of bourbon and cinnamon filling her senses and heavily overpowering the other scents in the room. “It’s nice to have you back! You’re working on a comeback too, right? We’ll get to promote around the same time it will be so much fun!” The dancer said while bouncing on her feet lightly.

The alpha laughed at her enthusiasm, giving the top of her head a soft pat before they were interrupted by a loud shriek from the floor behind them. “Ouch Woo that fucking hurt-“ Mani said as she inspected the place where the slightly younger omega had bit her on her upper arm. “Almost broke skin mother fucker-“ She hissed, giving him a glare as Wooyoung merely wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder from behind. “Awe come on moony~ I was just showing how much I looove you! You just smell so tasty!” He said with a pout, batting his eyelashes at the blue haired omega. “You can bite me back if it’ll make you feel better?” He winked, causing Mani to scoff and roll her eyes. “Yeah you’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

Both Yunho and Lumi laughed at the two of them, the pink haired dancer shaking her head as Mani did in fact bite down on their fellow omega’s forearm with a vengeance causing Wooyoung to yelp and smack at the back of her head lightly. “Ow ow okay that’s enough- OW!”

Yunho shook his head as well but made no move to interfere with the two’s play fighting. “Lumi, I actually came here to ask something from you…it’s kind of important but you don’t have to answer right away if you need time to think it over.” The omega’s interest spiked as she turned back to look up into the tall alpha’s soft brown, puppy-like eyes. “I got picked to be studio choom’s next spotlight artist and I wanted to do a duet…with you if you’d be down?” He looked hopeful, those puppy-like eyes staring down at her with an intensity that caused her heart to flutter a bit and she understood what atiny must feel whenever they get the chance to witness his charms in person.

“With me, really? That’s like- huge, yuyu!” She gasped, hands coming up to cover her mouth in shock and disbelief. “This would be huge publicity for Eclipse- and you know I love dancing with you…yes! Are you kidding me? Is it even a question?” The alpha laughed, relief flooding his expression as he brought the omegan dancer in for another tight embrace. “Well I wasn’t sure you’d be up for it with your comeback coming up- it’ll be a lot of extra work on top of everything.” Lumi shook her head, beaming up at him as excitement coursed through her. “Yunho this is an incredible opportunity! I promise I’ll put in the work and I won’t let you down-“ she said earnestly, eyes full of determination as she looked up into his own eyes as he wore a soft expression. “I know you will, that’s part of why I asked you.”

The omega giggled while giving the alpha an almost bone crushing hug despite her smaller stature, looking up at him with her chin resting against the middle of his chest. “Can we get started choreographing now?” Yunho smiled, showing his amusement with how eager she was, nodding the affirmative to her.

For the next few hours the pair began the process of choosing a song to dance to, listening to it on repeat until suddenly looking at each other with wide eyes and wicked grins as parts of the dance seemed to come to them in a vision. Wooyoung helped to at times, moving from his place on the floor cuddled up next to Mani to give his input and grin with pride seeing his advice taken and applied to the choreography.

As the early morning hours crept up on them, Mani laid asleep curled up on the small couch at the back of the studio while the three other idols bounced ideas off of each other to try and finalize the performance so that they could begin really practicing and fine tuning everything. The song chosen was a bit provocative, One Of The Girls by The Weeknd, so in turn the dance was a bit on the sensual side. Lumi and Yunho didn’t bat an eye at that fact though, being comfortable enough around each other to play up the chemistry needed for this type of performance yet also comfortable enough in their friendship to not take it as seriously as once the music cut before looping the pair burst out laughing at each other while Wooyoung wolf whistled at the suggestive position they we’re currently posed.

The trio of dancer’s decided to break for the night, Lumi making her way over to grab her phone and see she had several missed calls and texts from Jisung asking her to come hang out at their studio. She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she sent a quick text asking if he was still there since it had been a few hours since the beta had reached out.

The dancer’s mind began to wander, sipping from her water bottle with a frown as thoughts of a certain alpha crossed her mind.

The two members of ateez seemed to notice, glancing at each other before turning back to look at the omega with a questioning look. “What’s wrong Lumi?” Wooyoung asked as he wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist and pulled her to his side in a comforting gesture. It made sense to her when she had learned a few years back that the dancer was close friends with Changbin, both omegas having such a natural talent at being a calming force to her despite their tendency of being a bit chaotic at times. “You look like you have something on your mind.” He pouted, tilting his head cutely as he looked the pink haired dancer in the eyes with his own full of curiosity.

Yunho nodded, stepping closer after setting his own bottle down. “Yeah- if something is bothering you, you know you can tell us right?” Lumi sighed, nodding her head. She knew that they were right, being two of the trainees she spent the most time around as they had bonded over their shared passion for dance. Even after debuting, Yunho and Wooyoung would always invite the younger girl to come with them to the studio to work on new choreography or teach her new dances they had learned for their comebacks. She was forever grateful for their friendship, as it came in a time when she felt so lost and alone having just joined a new company where she knew no one and was one of only a few female trainees.

“Yeah…okay- I guess I should talk about it to someone…” she sighed, sitting down on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest before patting the floor for them to join her. “You guys know stray kids, I know…” Lumi began once they had taken their seats on the hardwood flooring of the dance studio. “Yeah! Pretty well, actually! We don’t get to hang out much since we are both pretty busy groups now days but we always look forward to seeing them.” Yunho spoke up, a fond expression on his face. “And Binnie is like one of my best friends- you know that. Did you finally get to meet them?” Wooyoung said with excitement as he practically bounced in his seat.

Lumi nodded, eyes glued to the floor. “Yeah uh- I actually met them before you did…funny thing-“ she spoke hesitantly, afraid to finally open up to them about the secret she held back when they originally told her about their times meeting and befriending their fellow boy group. “What-?!” Both men said in unison, so loud the omega feared they would wake Mani behind them where she still slept and Lumi really did not want to deal with a grumpy band mate on the trip back to their dorm.

“Shh keep it down- yes. You guys know I trained at jype before I came to kq…” she explained, watching as they nodded along. “Well- yeah. But you never said you knew stray kids from back then-“ Wooyoung said with a pout, arms coming to cross over his chest. “Ya! Were you guys like close or something?” Lumi nodded, sighing as she ran a hand through her hair nervously. “Yeah you could say that…”

For the next few minutes the pink haired dancer explained the nature of her relationship with the members of 3racha, and ultimately her new friendship with all but one member, including the parts about how she had left to join kq without ever informing her friends where she was going or that she was even leaving in the first place. Yunho frowned, reaching out to smack lightly at her leg. “That’s kind of fucked up, Lumi….how could you do that to your friends?”

She winced, knowing he was right. “I didn’t want to- I was going to tell them but…” the two men looked at her with sympathy, Wooyoung coming to wrap his arms around her in a tight embrace as he comforted his fellow omega. “We get it…they weren’t really around for you to tell.” Lumi sighed and nodded, resting her head on his shoulder as he held her. Yunho moved to her other side to bring her into his arms as well.

The three of them sat like that for a while before her phone went off with a response from Jisung telling her that she was still good to join them at the studio if she was available. “There’s something else….” She spoke softly, hesitant to even speak about it out loud.

Yunho set her with a look that said she had better spill now that she had already started, the alpha motioning with a hand for her to continue. “Chris- I….we kissed-“ she started, Wooyoung’s gasp audible as he backed away to look her in the eyes.

“You’re kidding, right?? You kissed Chan hyung?! When?!?” He questioned, kneeling in front of the pink haired dancer as his hands on her shoulder shook her lightly. “Woo- calm down let her explain.” Yunho scolded lightly, taking the omega’s hands off of her before turning her to face the both of them. “It was a few weeks ago…and we haven’t stopped since-“ both men’s eyes widened as they stared at her in shock. “Every time I’m alone with him it’s like I’ve been possessed or something- I feel like I can’t trust him enough to be close again but now that I know how it feels to-“ she sighed, running a hand through her hair anxiously. “Now that I know what it feels like to kiss him after I used to dream about it in highschool….I can’t control myself.”

Wooyoung smirked, hands placed on his knees where he sat criss cross on the floor and leaned forward towards her. “Ooh Lumi’s got a cruuusshhh~~” he teased, bouncing a bit in his seat. Lumi whined, shaking her head as she lunged forward to cover his mouth with her hand. “Shut up, I do not-“ she should have expected what came next as the dancer looked up at her with a devilish glint in his eyes before licking the palm of her hand. “EW YOU ASSHOLE!” She shrieked, pulling her hand back to rub against his shirt in an attempt to remove the saliva. Both men laughed hysterically at her reaction, causing Lumi to pout and reach for her bag to use the hand sanitizer she kept there.

Once they calmed down Yunho sent the pink haired omega a look. “Has it gone any farther than just kissing?” He questioned nonchalantly causing the girl to choke on air. “Excuse me?!” She gasped, looking at him with shock at the boldness of his question. “Come on we are all adults, Lumi. Just answer the question.” The omega pouted, but shook her head to answer him. “No…every time he’s tried I’ve stopped him- I’ve always been…afraid-“

Wooyoung gave her a questioning look before standing and making his way over to her. “Afraid of what? We know you aren’t a virgin so it can’t be that-“ his words caused the memory of her early trainee days with them at kq, and a night of truth or dare turned a bit too steamy, shaking the thoughts away quickly with a grimace. “Don’t remind me- but no that’s not why I’m afraid.” Lumi sighed, slowly collecting her things as she decided to take the producer up on his offer to join him and the others in the studio like old times. “What if I get attached again and he pulls the same shit. He’s a popular idol now, the leader of his group….what happens when they go on tour or get even more popular than they already are? Will he just drop me again until being reminded I exist? I can’t do that again…”

Wooyoung gave his older member a pleading look, nodding towards the pink haired dancer and sighing when Yunho held his hands up defensively and shook his head to say he wasn’t planning on getting involved. The omega huffed a bit before turning back to the younger dancer. “Lumi, baby- your trust issues are very obviously shot tremendously.” The girl scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks Woo. Tell me something I don’t already know-“ the pink haired omega pulled her bag up over her shoulder before making her way towards the door. “I don’t need a lecture about how what I’m doing is wrong and how it will only hurt in the long run, hell it’s already so confusing it hurts, I just needed to get it off my chest since I can’t really tell any of his members and I know Mani would probably scold me a lot worse than either of you-“

The older dancer sighed and shook his head in disapproval, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m just trying to look out for you- you’re going to see him now, aren’t you?” Shaking her head, Lumi pulled the door open and called out over her shoulder. “Han, actually- but he’ll most likely be there…make sure Mani gets home alright?” Wooyoung nodded, already going to the sleeping blue haired girl with a smirk on his face as he cuddled up behind her on the couch. “Yeah yeah Moony is safe with us~”

The younger girl laughed lightly at the display and shook her head, closing the door behind her and calling for a cab to take her to the jype building.

Quietly she made her way down the hall, deja vu giving her whiplash as she stopped in front of the door to 3racha’s studio. This was a new building, and a new studio, but the situation was something she was somewhat familiar with. During their time as trainees she had been in this position many times, often being the only reason the three producers remembered to eat or sleep as she would frequently stop by any time she had a free moment and would bring them snacks or meals and make sure they took breaks and didn’t work themselves as hard as they would with no outside intervention.

Her hand raised cautiously before knocking on the door. The voice that called out to her made her even more hesitant to enter but she pushed herself regardless, entering the room and closing the door with your back turned to the rest of the room. “Lumi?” The thick australian accent called out to her causing her to tense slightly. The smell of warm vanilla swirled around the room and the omega turned slowly to see that it was only the two of them present, Han Jisung no were to be seen although he was the one who told you it was okay to come over still. “Where is Hanji-“

Chan frowned, turning in his desk chair to face her fully. “You just missed him- he’ll be back at some point but he left to go get something to eat from the convenience store.” Lumi sighed, setting her bag down on the floor beside the small black couch against the back wall before taking a seat. “Well then I guess I’ll just have to wait until he gets back, won’t I-“ the dancer pulled out her phone, scrolling until she landed on Han’s contact before sending a quick text asking that he please return quickly, only receiving a laughing and winking emoji in response.

“This guy-“ she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she laughed lightly in disbelief. “Huh?” Chan rolled his chair over to face her with a raised eyebrow. At his questioning look, Lumi held her phone out to the alpha who shook his head while laughing at how the beta had responded to her. “I don’t know what he’s up to but I don’t like it.” The omega huffed, going back to scrolling through her phone while Chan got back to work at his computer.

The two of them sat like that for a while with Chan humming under his breath every now and then and Lumi making sure the volume on her phone was down as to not disturb the producer as he worked. “Do you think I could borrow your ears for a minute?” He asked suddenly, the dancer straightening her posture to look at him. “Me?” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her in a teasing manner. “Do you see anyone else here?” She frowned, hitting his shoulder lightly as she stood up and took a seat in the chair beside him. “Don’t know how much help I can be but sure…since Jisung seems to have abandoned us.”

Chan laughed and carefully placed the headphones over her ears. “I could have done that myself-“ she protested though there wasn’t much force behind her words, the alpha shrugged and sat back before pressing play on the track he had been stuck on for the past few hours before Han had left for the convenience store and Lumi had arrived.

Music began flooding her ears as a deep, sensual beat began playing through the speakers of the headphones. Lumi’s eyes fell closed as she let the lyrics take over her mind. She knew he had been known to write some more risqué, though he would never openly admit such to his fans, but hearing it with her own ears she couldn’t help but bite her lower lip gently as she nodded along to the beat.

The flow of the music seemed to take her over, body moving slowly as she rocked along with the melody and pictured how she herself would perform such a song. Chan watched with his hands clasped in front of his face in an attempt to hide how anxious he was to show the dancer his work. After the short two minutes and forty-nine seconds Lumi placed the headphones back on the desk and the alpha swore his heart stopped with the look she graced him with. Her eyes were dark and the corner of her lips turned up mischievously. “So…?” He asked hesitantly, biting down lightly on his knuckles in anticipation.

Lumi chuckled, shaking her head as she stood up to retake her spot on the couch behind him. “I think your fans are going to go absolutely nuts over that, Christopher.” She teased, passing by him only for his hand to shoot out and take hold of hers tightly. “But what about you?” Her breath hitched in her throat, mouth feeling dry at his question and the grip he had on her now slightly clammy hand. “I don’t think my opinion matters much, now does it.” He frowned, tugging lightly and causing her to sit herself down on his lap as she lost her balance. “I have always valued your opinion, you know that.” Lumi sighed, unable to meet his eyes and the words from his song echoed in her mind. “You do know that…right? That has never changed, baby….”

“A lot has changed, Chris…why wouldn’t that change too?” One hand came to rest on his hip, his eyes watching her carefully for any signs that the placement was unwelcome but she seemed to lean into the warm of his touch, his chest tightening with how fast his heart was beating the closer they got. “For you, maybe- nothing has changed as far as I am concerned.” He said, eyes glancing from her eyes down to her lips as she frowned at him. “Christopher that’s not true, and you know it. If you aren’t willing to acknowledge that things are different now then you are in for a rude awakening.”

Lumi moved to stand but his grip on her waist only tightened as his other hand came to hold the opposite side, effectively keeping her in place on his lap. “Chris let me up.” She said, no conviction in her words as she looked into dark brown eyes with her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. This whole time she was holding back, struggling desperately to keep the wall up between them and not give into the temptation to let him in any more than she already had. The warmth of his hands soaked through her clothing and caused a shiver to run down her back as he leaned in slowly. “Show me how much things have changed then, don’t keep hiding from me-“ he said breathlessly, lips now ghosting over her own but not quite touching yet. “Stop holding back.” He whispered, and the smell of vanilla mixed with the feeling of his hot breath against her lips caused her resolve to break.

Lumi crashed her lips against his roughly, as she had countless times since the first in her dorms small kitchen what felt like an eternity ago. He shifted them carefully, lifting the omega and placing her back on his lap so her knees straddled his hips and her thighs restated against his on in his desk chair. One hand was still placed firmly on the left side of her waist while the other cupped the back of her neck to deepen the kiss they shared as Lumi let out a soft moan against his lips.

Slowly her hips began to rock against his own to the beat of the song he had shown her, which she assumed was simply playing in her mind as his kiss distracted her though after a minute of so she realized at some point the song began to play from the speakers of his laptop and fill the small studio with the sound of his voice and the low, sensual beat she was quickly becoming addicted to as much as she was his scent and touch.

The hand he had on her waist slowly began to trail under her shirt as she continued to move her body against his. Chan let out a low groan into her mouth before slowly kissing his way down to her neck and jawline. Now that her mouth was no longer occupied soft moans flowed freely as her hips ground down against his own. One of her hands rested on the back of his chair while the other came to tangle in his hair, a gasp escaping as his teeth nipped hesitantly at her neck. He half expected her to push him away given that was the usual reaction he got from the omega once things started to escalate.

When she pulled back slightly from her, Chan braced himself for rejection but instead he was met with the sight of her shirt being lifted over her head and tossed behind them onto the couch by her bag. “Nice aim-“ he commented, still in disbelief at her actions. “Shut up.” She practically growled, lips crushing against his own in a bruising kiss as she began tugging at his own shirt almost desperately. The alpha thought he must be dreaming, pulling away briefly to remove the offending article of clothing before pulling her back into the kiss with one hand cupping her cheek while the other ghosted up her side to cup at her left breast over her sports bra.

As her hands roamed the ridges of muscle carefully sculpted by countless hours in the gym and practice studio her mind clouded further and she could feel her arousal, wet and warm between her thighs causing her to feel more impatient with each passing moment. “Couch.” She managed to get out between kisses and bites to the alpha’s plush lips. “Huh?” He pulled back to look into her eyes, his own blown with lust as she was sure her own were and his eyebrows knit together with confusion. “We need to move this to the couch if we are gonna go any further.” She explained, watching as his eyes widened with realization. Suddenly feeling a bit self conscious, the dancer tucked a strand of pink hair behind her ear and looked away from him shyly while attempting to ignore the wetness growing in her panties as the smell of roses began crowding the small space of the studio. “We don’t have to keep going if you don’t-“

Before she could finish her sentence Chan had stood up with the omegan dancer in his arms and soon Lumi’s back made contact with the cool leather material of the small couch against the back wall. “Shit you could have given me a warning or something-“ she said breathlessly, looking up at him with wide eyes as he gave a shrug with a smirk plastered to his face at being able to fluster her so easily. “Just trust me, ‘kay? I’ve got you.” Lumi scoffed, eyes rolling at his words though she didn’t put up a fight as she silently lifted her hips for him to slide the joggers she had wore down her legs until he was dropping them on the floor beside the couch.

At the sight of the dancer mostly undressed beneath him, Chan took a deep breath and felt a growl rumble in his chest as her scent filled the space and mixed with his own perfectly. Roses and vanilla swirled around his senses and he felt intoxicated by the smell as he leaned over to kiss and suck marks into the side of her neck and collar bone. He knew deep down he should be careful about leaving any marks behind but with his right mind taking a back seat at the present moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. Chan had wanted this for years, wanted her. Lumi was more than just some fleeting crush, someone he was attracted to on a surface level, she meant everything to him.

He let her get away before he ever had the chance to properly express his feelings before, teenage awkwardness and anxieties always getting in the way causing both to shy away from the topic of their emotions for one another but now that she was back he intended to show her just how much she drove him crazy, how much he needed her and not just on a physical level though in the moment he was more than happy to start there. As one hand cupped her neck he brought his lips back to hers while his other hand moved between the two of them to first slide across the wet patch at the front of her underwear before pushing them aside to run across her folds slowly.

Lumi moaned against his lips, brows furrowing as he carefully slipped a finger inside. “Fuck-“ She moaned, trying to relax as he slowly began moving before adding a second finger alongside the first. “Relax, baby.” His voice was low, raspy from all of the kisses as he mumbled against her lips. The omega nodded and let out a whine as his thumb pressed against her clit gently before beginning to rub slow circles as he pumped his fingers inside of her.

They stayed like that for what felt like eternity, her back arching slightly towards where he hovered over her as he worked to stretch her carefully with their lips pressed together so that he could swallow the loud moans threatening to give away to anyone passing by what exactly it was they were doing inside the small studio. “Chris, please- need you.” She said finally, voice breathless as her hands moved down to attempt and push his sweats down past his hips as far as she could manage. “You sure, like really really sure?” He questioned suddenly, forehead resting against the dancer’s as he pulled his fingers from inside of her as carefully as he could. “If you don’t fuck me within the next few minutes I swear to god I will get dressed and I will leave you here.”

Lumi’s threat seemed to be confirmation enough as the alpha nodded and moved quickly to push his sweatpants down to just above his knees along with his boxers before giving a few quick pumps to his length. The pink haired omega could only bite her lip as she watched him kneeling over her, bringing herself up to rest on her elbows and forearms as he positioned himself in front of her. “Do you uh- have a condom?” He asked, looking at her through his bangs where they had fallen in front of his eyes slightly with how long they had grown over the past months. “Don’t need one, I’m clean. You?” She answered quickly, clearly having no patience remaining as she brought a hand up to push the bangs back from his eyes and forehead.

Chan frowned, raising an eyebrow at her before answering. “Well, yeah- but there is also this whole thing called pregnancy? Condoms are for more than just stds.” Lumi laughed, shaking her head as she laid back against the couch. “I’ve got an implant, Chris. Seriously- wouldn’t offer to go without if there was a chance.” She shook her head, moving her arms so that they wrapped around his neck and her hands could tangle in the hair at the back of his head. “Now please, can we get on with it before Jisung gets back?” Fuck, that’s right. Chan had almost completely forgotten that the beta was meant to return at any moment and they were kind of on a time crunch. Deciding to ignore how much his pride swelled with how much trust Lumi must have held for him in this moment the alpha slowly pushed into her with a low moan which the omega beneath him echoed before pulling him down into a hungry kiss in an attempt to silence both of them.

Try as they might to keep anyone from figuring out what was happening behind closed doors, the smell of vanilla swirled with rose water permeating from the studio door and out into the hallway gave away their dirty secret too easily. Jisung, who had returned from his convenience store run not to long ago, stood outside the door with a shit eating grin and a mischievous glint in his normally soft boba eyes. He had intended to leave them alone together in an attempt to get them to become for comfortable with one another, like things had been as trainees, but it seemed he got a bit more than he bargained for.

As he left the company building, heading to the dorms and deciding to call it a night he made sure to wait until he was already back and safely inside the home to give the two of them plenty of time before sending a quick text that he felt too tired and went home so that his text wouldn’t…disturb their late night activities too much. The beta put away his snacks before crawling into his bed and hiding deep under the covers while trying not to be too smug over his plan working as well as it had to get them back on speaking terms.

Or so he thought….

Intoxicating is the only way to describe the feeling of laying with sweat slicked skin sticking lightly to the fabric of the studio couch as he laid on his back with Lumi on top of him, their chests rising and falling in sync as he ran a hand through her hair gently and she rested her cheek against his collar bone while attempting to catch her breath.

Chan felt like no moment could be better, their scents mixing together on their skin and causing him to feel this sort of lightheaded bliss as the adrenaline slowly faded away and he could truly take in the shared warmth of her skin against his own. He tried and failed to hold back the smile as the dancer got up and gave a slight wince. Her body still sore from their earlier activities, skin cooling with sweat as she left him laying there to collect her clothes quietly.

With a word he grabbed his tshirt and slipped it over her head, causing the omega to startle slightly. “Jesus, Chris- you really need to work on warning me before you do shit.” She grumbled, smoothing her hair down after slipping her arms through the sleeves of his shirt. He chuckled, admiring how the oversized garment hung on her to mid thigh, it was already big on himself but it practically swallowed her frame whole and he was starting to think he was addicted to the sight of her in his clothing.

Pulling in his boxers, Chan ran a hand through his no doubt messy hair from where she had been tugging at it not too long ago with his head firmly between her thighs as he cleaned up the mess he had left behind. “Han isn’t coming.” She said suddenly, her discarded panties in one hand and her cellphone in the other, led screen illuminating her face and causing the pink of her hair to cast a slight pastel halo from the glow. “What?”

Lumi sighed, holding out her phone to show the message from Jisung saying he got tired while waiting in line for his food and decided to go home instead of back to the studio as originally planned. “Oh, well that works out then- don’t have to worry about him walking in on us after all.” He said with a grin, standing to wrap his arms around the dancers waist and hold her close to him once more. He already missed the warmth of her skin, head coming down to place gentle kisses at the base of her neck where it met her shoulder.

She shook her head, stepping away from him to continue getting dressed leaving him standing there a bit dumbfounded. “Lumi?” He asked softly, a pained look on his face as he watched her father her things after slipping her joggers before sitting on the edge of his rolling chair to slip her shoes on from where they had been kicked under the desk. “What, Chris? What’s wrong?” He huffed, raising an eyebrow at the omega as his arms crossed over his chest. “That’s exactly what I was just wondering. Seriously Lumi, don’t tell me this changes nothing-“ his tone was firm, almost annoyed though his eyes were pleading with her not to do what he was thinking she was.

She bit her lip, looking away from him quickly in an attempt to hold up whatever semblance of the walls she had put up to protect herself from the potential abandonment she feared so deeply. “This? This is- this was-“ “nothing.” He scoffed, cutting off her stumbling over her words as she struggled to find a way to put it without making him right. To find a way to keep him at arm’s length but hold him close at the same time. To not break his heart while also protecting her own.

“Right. Nothing, that’s what this-“ he spoke, motioning between the two of them. “-is. Lumi we can’t keep doing this, I can’t. I thought things would be different now…” running a hand through his hair he stepped closer to her, almost caging her in against the desk. “Why? Because we fucked?” She asked, letting anger stain her words so that the sadness she truly felt wouldn’t seep through. “Just because people have sex doesn’t mean anything, people do it all the time.” She scoffed, moving around him quickly to grab her bag. “But you’re right….we can’t keep doing this. This was a mistake, clearly….”

Chan stood still for a moment, shock taking him over before his mind finally caught up with it all. “Right, maybe it was- at least let me take you home? It’s late-“ Lumi shook her head, holding up her phone as she backed up towards the door and gave the alpha a weak smile. “Already texted my manager.” He sighed shakily, nodding in understanding before realizing she was still wearing the shirt he had placed on her. His chest tightened but he didn’t say anything about it, taking it as a small win in what felt like a hopeless situation as she opened the door and muttered a quick “Goodnight, Chris-“ before she was gone.

Torture was the only way she could describe the feeling of walking through the still brightly lit halls of the jype building to where her manager was waiting for her at the side of the building as her sore muscles from practice and her extra curricular activities with a certain alpha screamed at her with each step. No amount of soreness could compare to the deep ache she felt in her chest having to leave him like that, every fiber of her being longing to turn around and run back into his arms.

She couldn’t do that, even if realistically she could she thought this was for the best. Things were already so complicated, her feelings were complicated, their past felt even more complicated, her mind and heart unable to come to an agreement as to what it was she wanted so instead of Chan’s embrace with his warmth and the smell of warm vanilla and something sweet like frosting she was met with the biting cold of a late autumn night as she pushed the doors to the exit open and ran to meet her manager at the curb in hopes that due to the late hour no one would be witness to her leaving the company she didn’t belong to anymore, and slightly disheveled at that.

author’s note: tbh I think I blacked out while writing the sexual parts of this chapter lol so sorry if they seem off it’s easy for me to like- visualize the scene but writing it out is so hard and I don’t get why ૮꒰ “. . ꒱ა anyways please please please give me feedback I am so eager to hear from you all about what you thought of this chapter and what your thoughts are for what is to come/what you might be looking forward to from this series~

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[skz-celine]

✯ RELATIONSHIPS W SKZ HYUNG LINE !!

the relationship types celine has with the hyung line ! of skz

✯ CHANNIE && CELINE : rank 3 in popular relations ( their public affection is very rare but due to her constant shown for gratitude towards him and whenever affection does happen, fans are mclovin it )

pin board . now playing : good looking - suki waterhouse (click to listen)

you can describe their relationship as very close best friends or comfort people of some sort. bangchan was there for celine when she'd first joined, and she was knowingly there for him during his stressful breakdowns.

celine really appreciates how welcoming he was during the ordeal, despite the other members being skeptical of her arrival, he was always there to help her and treat her just as he treated the other members.

celine is very affectionate with bang chan despite fan belief of her being reserved to not cause conflict within the gossip sites. she knows her boundaries and where she stands. yet she also knows that she isn't gonna let rumors stop her from expressing her gratitude to her leader.

she often hugs him, massages his temples, or just checks up on him, making sure he is hydrated.

but that part is just the outer view

together, chan and celine are like siblings, constantly doing things to irk each other playfully.

she'll often just randomly jump on his back at times leaving him old man surprised

he's often caught picking on her, causing her to constantly say "stop it Christopher" in English leaving him laughing

overall they have a wonderful relationship

✯ MINHO && CELINE: rank 8 in popular relations ( their public interactions are very limited fans have to pinch at something to even grasp at their relationship with each other tbh. most of the videos about them are about them being mutual cat parents )

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minho was one of the skeptical members when celine first joined. despite his whole idgaf facade, he's actually very considerate; especially to those who care for him and vice versa

he saw the struggle chan went through as well as the chaos the fans created against him when one of the members left.

overtime he's grown a little protective over celine but only very subtly showing it.

he cooks for the members , always making sure to give her a piece of the food before the guys

i honestly think he's such a gentlemen, and so does celine.

at first, he'd be quiet around her only giving small little glances and glares whenever she'd speak but overtime yk something made him warm up to her and now they're silent family

oh and also he doesn't ever really call her "celine" he usually calls her by her real name

✯ CHANGBIN && CELINE : rank 6 in popular relationship ( this woman will publicly goon over changbin's muscles and people are here for it !. it's not as popular due to the other good relations she has with the boys)

pin board . now playing : mrs. magic - strawberry guy

I absolutely love these two together as they sometimes can be like an old married couple or like two high school sweethearts, you never know what you're gonna get that specific day its always like a surprise.

they can bicker a lot like sometimes playfully she'll be like "seo changbin ! why're you kissing up to the versace prince" It's always false vex, she would too, who wouldn't?

sometimes, they can be the loudest duo in the group, having scream-offs ( ft a laughing jeongin and a half-deaf hyunjin. )

let's not forget the random moments when they're doing vlogs and he's like wiggling his eyebrows, flexing his biceps. Then the camera pans to celine's face, a smirk evident as she pretends to be infatuated with the view, giggling, and stuff.

changbin's initial reaction to celine is a little iffy as well although, unlike minho, he'd actually interact with her because changbin is someone who'd be very very people-pleasing and like he cares about others' feelings especially if he knows they did nothing wrong and his feelings are prejudiced.

✯ HYUNJIN && CELINE : rank 7 in popular relations ( royalty duo, doesn't quite interact on camera despite the fact they're always taking pictures and doing art but their relationship is sweet )

pin board . now playing : buddy holly - weezer

hyunjin and celine's relationship can be described as "omg we look so good right now, let's take a picture"

these two are insane when they're together it's like they have an ego boost when sitting next to each other, their vibes radiating off each other and then just posing or whatever.

hyunjin is a traditional artist who prefers painting and celine likes doing sketches, doodles, and chalk pastel art but mostly, digital art.

so they'll be doing their respective art styles often drawing in the same room with each other as maybe d4vd or frank ocean plays in the background

when they're sat together on a plane they'll have their respective headphones on and be using the DJ app in sync, celine gets mad at hyunjin for skipping the song every few seconds or after the most popular part or skipping through the movie they decide to watch ( she'll for sure tell stay on bbl about his behavior "your behavior is so ughh !!" )

there isn't much to say for their relationship besides much

SKZ.CELINE , 08 / 2024 . this is a work of fiction but I do ask to not steal the oc or the relations as they are made for celine

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[estellan0vella]

Love In Print│Bang Chan

Prologue SS: 15 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 2.8K Content Warnings: Talks of sex (reading a submitted manuscript), talks of burning at the stake, talks of arson, joke about a suicide pact Previous Next Masterlist

The open-concept office of Levanter Literature buzzes with the kind of chaotic energy that only comes from borderline inappropriate laughter. Ayame leans back in her chair, twirling one of the many pens stuck haphazardly in her messy bun. Her light pink corset-waisted blouse rides up slightly as she stretches, her sleek black mini skirt barely covering her crossed legs. A pair of black stilettos dangle from her feet, tapping rhythmically against the floor as she giggles uncontrollably.

"Oh my fucking god," Minho wheezes, holding up a printed manuscript like it's a sacred artefact of absurdity. His black shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that flex as he waves the pages around. "Look at this part! I swear to god, this girl's supposed to be bent like a goddamn pretzel, and the dude's out here performing Olympic-level gymnastics over her. Who the fuck writes this shit?"

Hyunjin is sprawled across the couch against the far wall, his tie loosened and his blazer tossed haphazardly on the floor. His long legs are propped over one armrest, his hand dramatically clutching his chest as he lets out a howl of laughter that echoes through the office. "I don't even think it's humanly possible to have legs that fucking long! She's either a goddamn giraffe or a centaur. Maybe both."

Seungmin, perched on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed, barely conceals his amusement. His sharp suit and meticulously styled hair are a stark contrast to the chaos around him, but the corners of his mouth twitch like he's fighting a losing battle against a grin. "Forget the legs," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "They spelt dick D-I-K. That's not just a typo. That's a goddamn war crime. Someone needs to call the fucking cops."

Ayame snickers, brushing a stray pen from her hair as she leans forward to peer at the page in Minho's hands. "Oppa, who the hell even sent this in?" she asks, her lips twitching with barely concealed laughter.

"Some author under a pen name," Minho replies, shaking his head like he's seen too much. "No fucking clue who they are, but holy shit, I'm almost impressed by how bad this is. It's- it's fucking committed."

"Committed is one word," Seungmin deadpans, adjusting his glasses. "A fucking disaster is another. I'm serious, though. It's bad, but I can't stop reading it. It's like watching a train crash in slow motion."

Ayame grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh really?" she teases, tilting her head as she props her chin in her hand. "Didn't know you were into BDSM train wrecks, Seungmin-oppa."

Hyunjin loses it, doubling over and almost sliding off the couch. His laughter is a mix of wheezing and incoherent noises, his hand slapping the armrest repeatedly. "Oh fuck, I'm dead. Dead. Someone write my fucking obituary."

Seungmin shoots Ayame a look that could cut glass, but his ears are turning red. "I'm not. Shut the fuck up."

Minho is practically crying as he flips another page, holding the manuscript up for dramatic effect. "What's actually criminal is this position. What even is this shit? Her legs are everywhere and nowhere. Physics fucking left the chat."

"Physics left when this author picked up a goddamn pen," Seungmin mutters, his voice low and dry, like he's delivering the punchline to a joke only he finds funny.

Ayame giggles, snatching the draft from Minho's hands. "Let me see that." Her eyes scan the page, widening with incredulity as she reads aloud, "'Her body arched like a dolphin mid-leap as his hands carved pathways on her skin, electric pulses of desire shooting to her core.' A fucking dolphin? Seriously?"

"Wait, wait," Hyunjin gasps between peals of laughter, rolling onto his side on the couch. "Electric pulses? What the fuck is this?"

Their collective cackling is abruptly interrupted by the sharp click of heels against the polished floor. Kim Nari strides into the room like she owns the world, her black pantsuit tailored to perfection, exuding authority and just a hint of exasperation. Her neatly styled hair and steely gaze cut through the chaos like a knife, though the faintest hint of amusement softens her expression.

"Good afternoon," she begins, her voice brisk but warm as she surveys the scene with raised eyebrows.

The four of them freeze like deer caught in headlights. Ayame hastily sets the manuscript down, cheeks flushed as she adjusts her blouse. Minho stares at Nari with wide eyes, a page still dangling from his hand.

"Don't stop on my account," Nari says, crossing her arms as she leans against the doorframe. "I love hearing my team have fun, but I'm afraid I have some news."

The room goes silent except for the faint creak of Hyunjin's couch as he sits up, his laughter replaced by a wary frown. Minho clears his throat, trying to act professional. "Noona, you're scaring me. What the fuck is wrong?"

Nari sighs, her usual calm cracking just a little. "We weren't able to secure the funding to keep Levanter as an independent publishing company. Starting next week, we'll be merging with Miroh Publishing."

The air in the room turns heavy, like the fun has been sucked out and replaced with dread. Minho's jaw drops, and he throws his hands up in the air. "Noona, no! Not those boring, uncreative, living-under-the-bridge, fucking toll-collecting trolls!"

"Oppa!" Ayame exclaims, smacking his arm.

"What?" Minho snaps, exasperated. "You've read what they publish! They wouldn't know creativity if it hit them in their boring fucking spreadsheets. They'd probably publish a fucking phone book if it sold well enough."

"Minho," Nari says, pinching the bridge of her nose but clearly holding back a laugh. "I understand your reservations, but we need to play nice with the trolls. Especially you, since you're HR."

Minho groans like he's just been sentenced to life in prison. "Great. I'm gonna have to fucking smile and nod while they tell me about their stock options and goddamn quarterly profits."

"This is going to suck ass," Hyunjin declares, flopping back onto the couch like he's given up on life. "I can already feel my creativity dying."

Ayame nods solemnly, dramatically placing a hand over her chest. "Rest in peace, our souls. Taken too soon."

Seungmin shrugs, ever the pragmatist. "Maybe it won't be that bad. I mean, it probably will. But we'll survive. Probably."

Nari's lips twitch as she watches her team. Despite their dramatics, the affection in her eyes is clear. "I believe in you all. Just try to keep the swearing to a minimum when the Miroh people are around, okay?"

The group collectively groans like teenagers grounded for the weekend. Minho slams the manuscript back onto Ayame's desk. "Anyway, back to this fucking masterpiece," he announces, holding it up like it's the Holy Grail.

"Masterpiece is a strong fucking word," Seungmin mutters.

"I hate how fucking invested I am in this," Hyunjin grumbles, rubbing his temples.

Ayame smirks, leaning back in her chair. "Well, oppas, if we're going down, we might as well go down fucking laughing."

The Levanter office is quieter than usual, the usual hum of laughter and borderline-chaotic energy replaced by a suffocating tension that hangs in the air like a storm cloud.

It's been a week since Nari dropped the merger bomb, and now the Miroh Publishing employees have officially moved in, bringing with them an unnerving sense of order and a suffocating aura of professionalism.

Everything feels wrong. Too pristine, too polished, too full of people in grey suits who talk about quarterly projections with the kind of passion that could only come from a soul-crushing love for numbers.

Ayame adjusts the hem of her red mini skirt as she steps into the shared executive assistant office. Her black blouse is tucked in neatly enough to meet the bare minimum standard of professionalism, but her hair is another story.

A messy updo with pens jutting out at odd angles like a tiny war zone atop her head. Her desk is an explosion of sticky notes, mismatched pens, half-empty coffee cups, and a precarious stack of manuscripts threatening to topple over.

She's barely sat down when the door swings open. A man strides in, moving with the kind of purpose that screams control freak. Broad shoulders fill out his crisp white shirt, his tie perfectly knotted and tucked under a tailored black vest. Dark, perfectly coiffed hair catches the overhead lighting as his sharp eyes sweep the room.

Bang Chan.

Her new co-executive assistant.

He sets his sleek black laptop down with the precision of someone defusing a bomb. His movements are clipped, deliberate, and when his gaze lands on Ayame's desk, his jaw tightens like he's just spotted a war crime.

"Your desk," he says. "is an abomination of clutter."

Ayame doesn't even look up at first, letting the silence hang just long enough to be obnoxious before she leans back in her chair. Crossing her legs, she rests her elbow on the armrest and her chin in her hand, flashing him an unrepentant grin. "Nice to meet you too."

Chan's expression doesn't so much as twitch. He opens his laptop, flipping it open with an almost militaristic efficiency. "I assumed," he begins, his voice clipped, "that you'd at least attempt professionalism, considering your position. But clearly, I overestimated."

Ayame arches a brow, the grin never leaving her face. "Oh, I haven't even pulled out the glitter yet. You know, really jazz the place up. Maybe a disco ball in the corner?"

Chan pauses, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as he slowly turns his head to look at her. "Glitter," he repeats flatly, his voice devoid of any amusement. "This is your workplace, not an arts and crafts club."

She shrugs, twirling one of the pens she pulls from her hair. "Guess you'll just have to get used to me."

His jaw visibly tightens, and he doesn't bother to hide the way his eyes sweep over her, from her unapologetically casual outfit to the chaos that is her desk. "I assumed you got this position because of your maturity, despite your age," he says pointedly, turning back to his laptop. "Clearly, I was wrong."

Ayame sits up straighter, resting her elbows on the desk and steepling her fingers like she's about to deliver a TED Talk. "Oh, don't worry, I got this job because I'm amazing at it even though I'm only twenty-three. You'll figure that out soon enough, probably after you pull that stick out of your ass."

Chan's fingers pause mid-type. Slowly, he looks up at her, his dark eyes narrowing like he's recalculating whether he even wants to engage. "Professionalism," he says, his voice low and sharp, "doesn't seem to be your strong suit, does it?"

"Strong suits are overrated," Ayame fires back, clicking her pen obnoxiously. "You seem to have plenty. Let me guess, you have them organized by the shade of grey in your closet?"

The clicking of the pen makes Chan's eye twitch, though his expression remains impassive. "I prefer efficiency," he says, his tone clipped. "Something you could clearly use more of."

Ayame leans forward, resting her chin on her hand as she looks at him with mock curiosity. "Oh, efficiency? What's it like to be so tightly wound you might snap if someone sneezes too loudly?"

Chan exhales sharply through his nose, clearly trying to keep his cool. "It's called being thorough. You should try it sometime."

"Thorough?" she echoes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wow, big word. Did they teach you that in your quarterly projections porn club?"

His typing stops completely, and for a moment, the only sound in the room is the faint hum of the air conditioning. Chan looks up, his gaze locking with hers. "Do you ever stop talking?"

"Nope," Ayame says, popping the p as she leans back in her chair again, her grin widening. "It's one of my many charms. Don't worry, you'll grow to love it."

He doesn't respond, choosing instead to return to his furious typing, though the stiffness in his posture betrays his irritation. Ayame watches him for a moment, noting the way his jaw tightens every time her pen clicks.

"Oh, you're going to have so much fun working with me," she says sweetly, leaning her chin on her hand as she stares at him.

Chan doesn't look up, but his voice is tight when he replies. "Fun isn't the word I'd use."

Ayame clicks her pen again, smirking to herself. This is going to be fucking fun.

An hour later, the main office feels like a funeral. The usual noise, keyboard clacks, muted conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter, is replaced by an oppressive silence. Employees from both sides linger awkwardly in clumps, avoiding eye contact and murmuring in hushed tones about the inevitable layoffs. The room reeks of anxiety and bad coffee.

Chan steps into the centre of the room like he owns it, clipboard in hand and his expression coldly professional. His movements are deliberate, his voice loud enough to cut through the tension like a blade.

"Sooyeon, Jimin, Sooyun, Hyunwoo, Donghae, Eunwoo, Jiho, Hajoon, and Iseul," he announces, reading the names off his list like he's handing out death sentences. The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. "Effective immediately, your positions have been made redundant due to the merger."

For a moment, the room is so silent it's almost eerie. Then the shock sets in. A few of the named employees exchange wide-eyed, horrified glances. Others sputter protests, their voices shaky and tinged with disbelief.

"You can't be serious," Sooyun blurts out, her voice trembling. "I've been here for five fucking years!"

"This isn't fair," Hyunwoo adds, his face pale. "We didn't even get a warning."

Chan doesn't flinch. His tone is steady, almost mechanical. "You've been provided severance packages, and HR will assist you with the transition. Please see them before the end of the day."

"Transition?" Eunwoo snaps, his voice cracking with anger. "You mean, 'pack your shit and leave'?"

Chan doesn't respond, simply gesturing toward the HR office with the dispassionate efficiency of a soldier following orders. It's clinical. Brutal. Utterly merciless.

From across the room, Ayame stands with Minho, Hyunjin, and Seungmin, their expressions a mix of disbelief, anger, and simmering contempt.

Minho lets out a low whistle, shaking his head as he leans against Ayame's desk. "And so it fucking begins. The great fuckening. Congratulations, guys. We're officially the only beauties left among the trolls. I didn't even know this was happening and I'm fucking HR"

Hyunjin frowns, crossing his arms. "I thought the story was goats and trolls. You know, like the fairytale?"

Minho glares at him. "Do I look like a fucking goat to you?"

"You're stubborn enough to be one," Seungmin mutters, his lips twitching in amusement.

Minho flips him off without looking. "We're not goats, okay? We're too fucking hot for that. We're beauties, and these assholes are corporate dick-sucking trolls who wouldn't know creativity if it fucked them in the face."

Seungmin snorts, adjusting his glasses. "Very eloquent, Minho-hyung. Shakespeare would be proud."

Before Minho can retort, Han Jisung, a graphic designer from Miroh, saunters by with a smug grin plastered across his face. He's wearing a grey blazer that screams corporate drone, but his cocky swagger is unmistakable. "Yeah, because creativity really worked wonders for Levanter," he says, his tone dripping with condescension. "Oh wait. That's right. Miroh saved your asses."

Minho doesn't even hesitate. He scratches his nose with his middle finger, the gesture painfully deliberate. "No one fucking asked for your commentary."

Ayame bites her lip to keep from laughing as Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "God, they're multiplying," Hyunjin mutters, glaring at Jisung. "Like corporate cockroaches. They'll be in the walls next."

Jisung raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Careful, pretty boy. The cockroaches might be your boss soon."

Hyunjin's jaw tightens as he steps forward, his height making him tower over Jisung. "Like I'd ever listen to you. You probably can't even spell 'boss.'"

Jisung's smirk doesn't falter. "It's B-O-S-S. You want me to write it down for you, or are you too busy practising your pout to take notes?"

Before Hyunjin can fire back, Chan walks past, clipboard still in hand, his sharp gaze cutting between them. "You've got a lot to say for someone who's already late on their first assignment," he says, his tone ice-cold and loaded with quiet authority.

Hyunjin stares after him, slack-jawed. "It's been an hour! How the fuck am I already late?!"

Chan doesn't answer, already striding away like he has far more important things to do than argue with Hyunjin.

Ayame leans toward Hyunjin, her voice low and dripping with mock sympathy. "Welcome to hell, oppa. Population: us."

Hyunjin groans, dragging a hand down his face. "I swear to fucking god, this place is cursed."

Minho crosses his arms, still glaring in the direction Chan disappeared. "Cursed? No. It's just run by assholes in suits. Same thing, though."

Seungmin sighs, straightening his tie as he looks around the room. "If this is what week one looks like, we're fucked."

Ayame clicks her pen idly, her gaze flicking back to the still-shocked employees being ushered out of the office. Her lips curl into a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Oh, we're definitely fucked. But at least we'll go down swinging."

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##SAJA FANMADE VIDEO!

“stray kids loving saja”

( stray kids 9th member au )

bold sentences are spoken in english

clip 1 ↯ hey, sweetheart

Chan was doing a live for a Chan’s Room episode, when there was the sound of a door opening and closing and Saja suddenly walked into frame. Chan looked up, smiling fondly at his tired looking maknae, his dimples showing. “Hey, sweetheart.” He said in English. The endearing nickname coined by both Chan and Felix always warmed the hearts of Stays whenever it was said publicly, as it always showed how much they cared for each other.

“Hi, oppa.”

Saja tiredly rubbed her eyes as she sat down, and Chan had to hold in a coo. Saja was just too adorable when she was tired. “I was about to go to bed,” Saja began, looking into the camera, “but I decided to say goodnight to Stay.” Saja smiled widely, reading comments and giggling lightly. She only stayed for a minute or two, answering a few questions as she rested her head against Chan’s shoulder. When she left, she waved goodbye, giving another warm smile towards the camera. “Goodnight everybody!”

She said goodnight to Chan as well, and Chan couldn’t help but to grin, eyes glittering with warmth as he said goodnight back. This was a Chan and Saja moment—a Sajan moment, if you will—that was talked about a lot. Everyone loved it when Chan gave the members heart eyes—especially Saja.

clip 2 ↯ minho goes soft

In this clip, it was a video taken from the perspective of an audience, and Stray Kids were on stage interacting with Stay. Saja could be seen walking around, a slight smile on her face, before she froze in space, jaw dropping in shock. Tears gathered in her eyes by the time Minho came in front of her, resting a hand on her shoulder, brows furrowing in concern.

Minho was asking if she was alright, and Saja nodded before breaking out into a teary grin. She said something into Minho's ear, pointing up into the audience. Minho followed her line of sight, before smiling softly, and bowing. He then wrapped an arm around Saja, pulling her into his side as he kept talking, all with the same smile.

It was later revealed that Saja's mom was in the audience as a surprise, and it had been so long since Saja had seen her that she couldn’t help but to get so emotional. They later reunited backstage after the show.

clip 3 ↯ “I CANNOT MOVE. I CAN’T.”

The clip starts with Saja sleeping peacefully on someone’s lap, her cheek slightly squished against their leg, making her pout the tiniest bit. The person Saja is sleeping on is running their fingers through her hair softly, and delicately.

The camera moves up and shows that it’s Changbin, who has the softest smile on his face as he looks down at her.

clip 4 ↯ cuddlebug #1 & cuddlebug #2

On the set for the ‘Case 143’ music video, Felix was talking to a camera when Saja jumped into view. “Lixie!”

Felix laughs lightly. “Sara!”

“How are we doing today?” Saja grinned, wrapping her arms around Felix. Felix smiled fondly, hugging her and pulling her close. “I am doing wonderful.”

clip 5 ↯ jaws are ON THE FLOOR

They were on set for the ‘거미줄 (VENOM)’ music video, and Saja was the only one left in the makeup chair, meaning everyone was waiting on her. Not that she was late or taking an insane amount of time—she just ended up being last to finish.

She was wearing her black leather outfit, and her eye makeup was dark. She had to admit—she looked good.

When she was finally done and back on her way to the others—a camera following behind her—Jisung, Hyunjin, and Jeongin were the first to see her. Their jaws dropped, and you already know that Jisung started hyping her up.

He was jumping around her, telling her how good she looked while Jeongin insisted on doing a round of applause—as in, going around her in circles and clapping.

"Flawless." Hyunjin stated, nodding in certainty.

Saja laughed, but couldn't help but to get all shy from all the complements. The dust of red on her cheeks was a total contrast from her form fitted black faux leather top, baggy black pants, and black boots.

"Aww," Jisung cooed, "is someone getting shy?" He squeezed her shoulders with a playful glint in his eye.

"Cute." Hyunjin grinned, pinching her cheek.

Later on, while reviewing some recordings on the monitor, Saja was on the screen, and Jisung began aggressively shaking her shoulders while Jeongin cheered. She looked completely different onscreen rather than her actually naturally shy self, you’d almost get whiplash from how fast she can change when the cameras start rolling.

clip 6 ↯ bickering one moment, cuddling the next

It wasn’t uncommon to see Seungmin and Saja bickering—nothing serious, of course. But it also wasn’t uncommon to see how much Seungmin cared for Saja.

Saja was a very huggy person, so he always made sure she got her hugs. He checked to make sure she was taking care of herself often, including this moment during their maniac tour, when it was clear that Saja was pushing herself too hard. Fans assume that Saja may be sleep deprived, and overworking herself, and on this night of the tour, she was looking quite exhausted. Seungmin, as well as the others, were seen constantly checking that she was all right through glances from the corners of their eyes or pats on her shoulder. At a moment when they were talking with the audience, Seungmin pulled Saja into his side, saying something into her ear with worried eyes. It was a very endearing moment between the two, though upsetting to see Saja in that state.

##note: yes, the changbin one was inspired by that one clip of him when hyunjin was sleeping on his lap. i couldn’t help myself 🤭

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WARNINGS: ew, don't watch it if ur eating, kinda gross, ugly animals, swearing, im sorry btw !!

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Skz corrupting reader Pt 2 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

Synopsis: ot8 corrupting innocent crybaby reader slowly but surely. Again.

Part 1 here

Warnings: dub/con corruption kink; big time; mean skz bc i want them all to bully me so badly; unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it folks; anal; spit; hair pulling; reader is really Innocent and really dumb; cries a lot too; kind of leans in to age play but never really gets that far; humiliation kink; daddy kink; deepthroating.

a/n: thank you to @vivienne-sim @skzskzskzskzskzskzskzzzz @gnab-nahc for requesting a part 2💗

The boys suggesting you all watch a movie that’s more mature and you’re not up for it but do it anyway because your best friends are very convincing. In one of the more raunchy scenes a girl gets slapped during a make out session. Why did that do something to you? Why did it make you feel good down there? You sat in binnie’s lap and all the boys definitely saw the way you tensed up, sharing knowing glances.

When you watch the two main characters kiss this time and were about to cover your eyes binnie stops you right there.”What did we say about being shy sweetheart?” “Here we’ll teach you.” Hyunjin piped up next to you. You didn’t want to protest. You wanted to feel his lips on yours. Maybe you weren’t so innocent after all. His pillowy lips were rough against yours. It felt almost like all the pent up sexual energy you caused them was going to manifest in them being rough and having their way with you. You didn’t know what to do when his tongue slid in to explore your mouth but you knew you didn’t want it to stop.

Suddenly you were being passed from Changbin’s lap into Seungmin’s. Laying on Seungmin’s lap you accidentally exposed your panties to him while still being in shock, head fuzzy from your very first kiss. Hyunjin’s smirk made your tummy fill with butterflies. Seungmin’s dick hardened instantly when he saw your bright blue and pink hello kitty underwear. He wanted to ruin you. “Wow puppy, is that really what you’re wearing.” He says between laughs. “I didn’t think I was friends with such a baby.” The blood rushed to your cheeks but made you feel wet. Why are they making you feel so naughty?

You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. You were embarrassed and utterly humiliated. Before you knew it you hot fat tears rolled down your cheeks. Trying to defend your childish choice of underwear and failing miserably. Suddenly being made to keep quiet by Seungmin’s fingers in your mouth. “Shut up. Do you ever stop crying?” His hands never caught your eyes until now. They were so long, so perfect. You needed more of them, now. “Minnie” you say muffled against his fingers. “Need more.” Fuck why were you so needy? Why did your existence have to turn them on? Why was their innocent friend looking ready to be ruined?

“Oh sweet girl, what a slut you are. Only for us.” Jisung piped up. Felix’s smirk growing wider. “We’re going to fucking ruin you.” The feeling of your hair being harshly tugged on made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Cupcake, do you know what a safe word is?” Minho questioned you. “Yes.” You let out shakily as his grip on your hair tightened. “What do you want yours to be?” After a while it came to you. “Gummy bear.” Even though your safe word was just as childish as you were it was still a safe word all the guys took very seriously. Making sure they all heard and registered it before continuing. Tilting your head harder so you could face his mouth directly, your mouth automatically widened seeing his spit leave his mouth wanting it all to land in yours. “Good little slut.” He chuckled. While you were stuck in your own little euphoria Seungmin was still staring at your panties. You were soaked and your nimble little underwear did nothing to hide it. He hooked his fingers through the sides of your panties and slid it down your legs.

You still had your light pink sweater and frilly skirt on. White knee high socks added to your overall look. Even though your clothes were still on the removal of your panties left you cold and eight pairs of eyes staring at your princess parts made you feel very shy. “Fuck, pretty. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Changbin broke the silence. “She’s a beauty.” You heard Chan say. You tried to cover your lower area to no avail. Your hands were immediately swatted away by someone else’s. You were so shy and their comments didn’t help with the blood rushing to your cheeks.

You needed more than just their eyes on you. “Please, need some friction.” That was all the affirmation they needed to get to work on ruining your innocence. Your skirt was the first to go, landing somewhere on the floor. Eight pairs of hands were on you. Exploring your half naked body. Your sweater was being removed now. “Lift your head for Jinnie, angel.” Jeongin uttered. You did as you were told. You always did with them. “Please.” “What are you begging for, sunshine?” Felix questioned. “Need you all to make me feel good.” They all seemed to chuckle at that. “And how would we do that, little one?” “Touch me, please?” “Our pretty baby doll isn’t as innocent as she seems, hmm?” Chan said in a mocking tone watching your little hole clench. “Shit, she liked that. What else do you like, honey? We’re here to make it happen.” Seungmin answered for you “The bitch liked it when that girl got slapped, bet she likes that too.” The hot sting from his hand on your cheek cause tears to fall but man did it feel so good. The moan you let out was all they needed to know.

Eight hands were exploring every inch of your body. The sounds you were letting out were warranted since you’ve never felt this before though that didn’t stop your friends from being so irritated with all your whining. “Now the crybaby will finally shut up.” Jeongin said as he shoved his now very hard cock down your throat without warning or prep. He barely fit before the tears in your eyes started again. He was just so long. As Jeongin was abusing your little throat you were allowed some time to breathe when he repositioned you to be on all fours. Chan sliding in underneath you wrapped his hands around you upper back to remove your thankfully less childish bra. “Hey bubs.” He finally let out. “Hi Channie.” “We’re gonna make you feel good m’kay?” “If it hurts just tell daddy, sweet girl.” Daddy? That was almost all you needed to cum untouched right then and there. You looked down. He’s huge. You couldn’t believe that he was going to break your little hole. As he slid in you had to grip down hard on his shoulders. Jeongin still abusing your throat. As Chris started moving Jeongin’s load was shot down your throat. He pulled out a little for some of it to land on your tongue. “Don’t even think about swallowing yet, angel.” Felix’s face replaced Jeongin’s pelvis near your face. You two started making out. Exchanging Jeongin’s cum and spit. Felix stopped to allow you to catch your breath. Chin messy, lips puffy. “Put it all in my mouth, sweetheart.” You did just that, pooling up all of the mixed saliva and cum into Felix’s mouth. Just for him to spit it out onto your tits.

Chan started moving in and out at a slow pace for you to get used to once he laid you out on you back. Eventually speeding up. The pleasure was almost too much. You felt like you were going to burst… or pee. You hadn’t ever felt this knot in your stomach. “Daddy, stop it feels so good, but I need to pee really bad.” “Dumb baby, you don’t need to pee it’s called cum.” Seungmin said giving you another harsh slap. This time to both your tits. “Dada, I’m cumming.” “Cum for me, little one. Make daddy’s cock dirty.” The knot in your tummy broke leaving you to ride out your high while Chan was still pounding into you. His cum coating your wall white. “Fuck, fuck, baby see what you’re doing to us.” You turn to see all the other guys ready to bust their loads. Binnie came first. His shooting hot cum landing on your tummy. Hyunjin was next. Landing his cum in your hair, ruining your two plaits. “Fuck, lovely” Lixie was next cumming on your tits. He loved painting them apparently. Jisung and Minho were helping each other with their hands. Cum from both of them landing right on your face. It was hot and sticky. You felt naughty. Still not believing what you and your best friends had just done. Head too floaty to think. “Daddy, can we do that again.” “Sure, but not now little girl. You need rest. Your body must be so exhausted.” “Let’s clean you up, hmm?”

You were almost fully asleep when you felt yourself being placed in a bath tub. Hyunjin sitting on the edge, ready to wash your hair. Then you were out. “We love you, our pretty baby.”

[houpss]

SKZ in love with you, but you're not theirs

Two members are involved in the work. a few tears, melancholy, unreciprocated love

Bang Chan

Every beautiful person needs their own beautiful person.

Chan was like that, he loved you.

Oh..it seems you love not him, but Hyunjin.

Chan only wants the best for his members and cares deeply about them.

He would never go against them.

Chan never showed his sadness and disappointment, but maybe not this time.

He loves you. he loves your looks, your soul, your smile...he loves everything about you.

But you never noticed him as a boyfriend.

please...why don't you love me?

Chan is used to hiding pain behind a smile and overloading himself with work.

He will pour out unrequited love into songs, he will give free rein to his feelings in music.

Chan would like to take Hyunjin's place, he wanted you to love him. But you love Hyunjin and he loves you.

He wanted to take you away, take you away from everyone, so that you would only know about his existence. Be my universe.

He always wanted you to be happy and let Hyunjin be happy.

Only Bang Christopher Chan is unhappy here.

With trepidation in his soul he treasures the little things you gave him, he treasures your Polaroids and the smell of your perfume.

"I love you....I love you so much...and you....and you love me?" Words locked in his heart, words of his pain.

He will always smile at you and treat you like an angel, even when you announce that you are now Hyunjin's fiancée.

Lee Know

Love is so stupid.

Minho hated being attached, Minho didn't love loving. But he wanted to be loved.

God probably hates him?

Why did he love you and you loved Felix?

Oh..Felix is so kind, so sunny and friendly!

It was impossible not to love Felix.

And Minho was sarcastic, a little rude, but he had a soft soul. who will love his soul?

He was angry with himself because he allowed himself to love you.

He was angry at Felix...no, not really.

It was Felix who made the effort to woo you, he made you fall in love with him.

Felix gave you flowers, gave you gifts and took you on dates. Minho watched this from the shadow of his jealousy.

His soul is like snow, he is gentle, but not everyone loves winter, right?

He will want to confess to you, he is sure of his feelings

Loving is painful, love is never happy.

You love me too, don't you?

He was ready to be your world, but your world is sunny Lee Yongbok.

He confesses, you will accept his feelings... but you love Felix so deeply.

Guilt torments Minho's soul, he blame.

Warm your soul with this lonely love.

Seo Changbin

He listened to you talk about how you liked Yang Jeongin with a smile on his face.

In fact, it is very painful, it breaks soul.

He didn't want to hurt either of you, he didn't want you to be separated because of him.

He just loved you so much.

It hurts so much to see you two so in love with each other.

Jeongin deserved to be happy with you.

"Hyung, I love Y/n so much, she is my ray of light.." Yang Jeongin was happy and Changbin wanted him to be happy.

Why didn't he confess to you at the very beginning?

Perhaps..you would love him too, instead of Jeongin?

He sees your eyes burning with love, your gentle smile and the words frozen on your lips: “My Jeongin so handsome.”

Yes, you are happy next to the maknae.

And who will give happiness to Changbin? Why is he always behind?

He loses you again and again.

You are his first thought in the morning and his last thought at night.

He would probably never be sincerely happy for you.

"Just be happy and I'll handle it"

Hwang Hyunjin

Why Lee Minho?

Why did you love Minho and not him.

Hyunjin remembers everything about you... he was closest to you, he merged with your soul.

But you love Lee Minho.

He didn't even understand how it happened.

He dedicates lyrics and paintings to you, you're his aphrodite.

He sees how much Minho loves you, but what hurts is that you love Minho too.

Hyunjin is the perfect guy, he would be everything to you.

I will miss you and love you more.

Minho gave you so much happiness, Minho was your support and eternal happiness..why wasn’t it Hyunjin?

The boy was so tired of crying in pain at night. He washes himself with tears of pain.

One evening he will come to you in tears, lie quietly next to you and ask only for a little of your presence. Please don't refuse him.

He is like a faithful dog, he will always be faithful to you.

Love is cruel, love leaves deep scars on the heart.

Always in his mind are the words: “She loves Minho, not me.”

Lee Minho is probably the happiest person next to you? Hyunjin wanted it that way too.

It wasn’t him who kissed you that day, it was Lee Minho.

He will never accept the fact that you agreed to become Minho's wife.

He so wanted a little of your love, at least a little of your attention.

Han Jisung

He probably would never have confessed to you.

Chan has already done this.

Chan was such an amazing and good person. Chan was the best leader, rapper, dancer, singer and producer. This man could literally do everything.

What could Jisung do?

He saw how happy you were with Chan, you both glowed with happiness.

And Jisung could only silently swallow the pain and watch you.

The pain is so great that he will cause himself physical harm.

He could never admit his love for you.

But Chan did it, now Chan was kissing you. Jisung had the same dream.

He will withdraw into himself, he will push you away strongly. He hurt you on purpose so that it wouldn’t hurt him so much.

Jisung’s fears got the best of him, he just silently watched as you and Chan lived your best life.

Jisung would love to be your heart or be the love in your heart.

"It was so painful... I really don’t have anyone, you know?”

Jisung was helping Chan choose a ring so Chan could propose to you.

It's so painful to watch someone else's happiness.

He will never get close to you, he will never get into your soul.

He would never stop loving you, it was impossible.

Lee Felix

Felix has known you for so long and loved you just as long.

He wanted you to love him. You were his ideal and his dream.

But there was another person in your heart.

Seo Changbin.

He was always genuinely happy for the two of you. Lie.

Felix never understood why Changbin.

Felix was better...Felix wanted to be better.

He wanted to take a place next to you.

But you no longer loved him.

Changbin was your everything.

Felix knew every little thing about you, he knew your family like he was part of the family.

So why is Changbin next to you and not Felix?

Changbin was handsome, strong, kind and friendly. He smelled good.

But wasn't that what Felix had?

He knew you longer...he loved you more.

Felix is very jealous.

He remembers your friendly kisses on the cheek, but he wanted to taste your lips. They must be so sweet.

He silently watches you and wants to deceive himself that he is happy.

The sun has gone out, you aren't his.

You love Seo Changbin, but not Lee Felix.

Kim Seungmin

Of course, you didn't love him.

You loved Han Jisung.

It hurts, he understood everything perfectly.

Jisung was your boyfriend, your smile and your support. Seungmin could only dream about it.

But was Seungmin worse?

You were close friends with Seungmin, he knew how much you loved Jisung.

He would make sarcastic jokes at the expense of the two of you, hiding the pain behind the sarcasm.

He's even glad that Jisung is protecting you. He won't let you get hurt.

Jisung was a good producer, singer, dancer and rapper...Seungmin didn't have that, but he was the only one who thought so.

Seungmin will try to stop loving you, but he will fall in love with you even more.

You were too perfect.

He will deceive himself, because he thinks that he has stopped loving you.

But as soon as you call him, he will come immediately. He will always come to you.

He will try to smoke to replace one addiction with another.

And he will like it.

"I lit a cigarette when you left so it wouldn't hurt so much"

Last love, cigarette ashes.

Yang Jeongin

So cute, you love Kim Seungmin. And Jeongin loves you.

It hurts to accept that you love his Hyung and not him.

Maybe Jeongin isn't good enough?

Jeongin wanted to confess to you, he wanted to do it romantically and tenderly, he knew how much you loved it.

But Seungmin beat him to it, now Jeongin has lost you.

If Jeongin had rushed...would you have been his?

Now he locks the pain deep in his heart and hopes that you are truly happy with Seungmin.

Seungmin had a beautiful appearance, a beautiful voice and something that Jeongin didn't have.

Seungmin had your love, all your love.

Jeongin would also like at least a little bit of your attention and love.

You always considered him a younger brother and nothing more, you saw Jeongin as a close friend.

He probably didn't have a chance.

Beautiful lies, beautiful pain.

Jeongin will love you and wait for any mistake Seungmin makes.

He will get your attention.

[kittiiez]

DYNAMiCs WiTHiN STAFF MEMBERs ?! . . .

( left to right )

KiM MiN-HEE

contact name ? minhee-nim~~

popularity: 89 %

minhee is kitty’s personal manager

they have such a cute dynamic lol

minhee is like the second mom of kitty

keeps her in check half the time while also making sure she has her own free time hehe

faceclaim : irene — red velvet

PARK JULiE

contact name ? jules stylist~

popularity: 85 %

julie is kitty’s stylist !!

kitty adores julie so so much

they have a sibling relationship

julie is in charge of styling her for every event she has.. poor girl is stressed 100% of the time bc of kitty 😭

faceclaim: joy — red velvet

CHOi DO-YUN

contact name ? do-yunnie 🕴️

popularity: 95 %

do-yun is kitty’s personal bodyguard

which means he’s with her 24/7 all day every day

they have a lot of interactions in public lol some take it the wrong way while others just say that they’re close

in reality.. they are literally family lmfaoo (do-yun is her cousin 😭😭)

faceclaim: baekho — soloist

[svtminji]

❪ 🫂 ❫ MINJI’S RELATIONSHIP WITH 98 LINE & 99 ->

minji + seungkwan + vernon + chan

❪ 💛 ❫ seungkwan + minji -> kwanji

❪ popularity rating: 90% + type of relationship: girl group lovers ❫

the energy this man has put up.. it’s unspeakable. mizuki can never keep up with that amount of energy and frankly, it reminds her of her younger brother. oh man.. this is definitely corny now but she finds him annoying like an older sister 100%. the moment he puts his sass on, she isn’t having it and doesn’t feed into it. along with the bss line, minji can not understand the amount of loudness that occurs every few minutes.

both minji and seungkwan enjoy girl group songs and spend their free time learning the most popular choreography. mizuki is mostly the one that gets to dance with gg members and comes to seungkwan showing it off. she definitely teases seungkwan the most out of all of them. just like the rest of the members, he dances along with her whenever there’s girl group songs put on!! ❪ cue “ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh” on ttt ❫.

occurring moments between them include: sassy seungkwan + over it mizu, best gg dancers!!, scared duo fr, seungkwan being babied 25/8, emotional supporters, swk putting the mic infront of minji for the “mwoya eotteokhae” for aju nice encore, asking her about japanese sayings..

a song that represents them: lion heart - snsd

❪ 💛 ❫ vernon + minji -> minon

❪ popularity rating: 90% + type of relationship: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️ ❫

i think these two have such a calming aura to them. part of the american line with shua & most of their dialogue consists of konglish. vernon has stated that he mostly speaks korean rather than english and thanks joshua + minji for allowing him to speak english with them so he doesn’t completely forget about it. minji had the chance to see new york when she was younger and she absolutely loved it ❪ only the tourist places, other than that she thought it was okay ❫. vernon, who grew up around that part of the state, really didn’t see the entire hype about it but still made sure that minji got the full experience whenever seventeen had the chance to visit vernon’s state. 

mizuki doesn’t really baby him in a way that she would with seungkwan or chan but she still looks out for him and makes sure he’s always taking care of himself.

occurring moments between them include: minji copying his faces, making fun of him off camera because of his FANCALLS!! ❪ she finds it hilarious ❫, stayc stans mizu + vern, konglish spoked fr, extroverted vernon + introverted mizuki = 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️

a song that represents them: dilemma - nelly

❪ 💛 ❫ chan ❪ dino ❫ + minji -> chami.

❪ popularity rating: 95% + type of relationship: son & mom ❫

she loves this boy a little too much & mostly feels a sense of protectiveness over him. he’s been her baby for more than a decade and never wants to let him go. it became clear that he had grown up right in-front of her when he was more confident in his own body & mind. she is definitely the first person he goes to when he’s getting bullied only for her give him faux care and bully him as well ❪ “they’re making fun of you? aw, i’m sorry baby but you shouldn’t of have fallen on your face in front of them.” ❫

mizuki definitely hugs him the most when shes drunk and rants about how much she hates it when he grows up because it reminds her that she’s also growing up. sad stuff aside they are THEE main dancers along with soonyoung!!! the amount of energy he has is so astonishing and mizuki tries her best to keep up with it. dino was always a firm believer in the jeongmi ship and has always managed to call them mom & dad.. even with seungcheol by their side 🤦. chan & mizuki’s younger brother have a few things in common and spend their free time talking to each other.

part of mizu’s cariño line!!! he’s the main one <3

occurring moments between them include: massive amounts of energy with their dancing, holding him close to her, official drinking buddies ❪ she’s more sensitive & he helps her go through the emotions ❫, slightly making fun of eachother, a semi-official member of dino’s danceology, huge use of mom & noona from him.

a song that represents them: slipping through my fingers - abba

sorry these were short!! idk how to write the maknae line 😭

[staylovesmiley]

Connected~ Chapter 2

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Bangchan x Fem!Reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; Lumi had been a trainee at JYPE for years. Having entered the company a couple years after Chris the two became good friends, maybe even more. As she watched her best friend finally achieved his dream, the distance between them grew. With her debut date finally set in stone, will the two be able to rekindle their flame or will the connection between them falter?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notes; This is an ABO!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; abo!au, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, smut, old friends to lovers, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous Bangchan, Reader is an OC, Mentions of unhealthy dieting(forced by the company), Reader is three years younger than Chan (‘00 liners unite!!)

~two weeks after the survival show~

The air felt heavy as he stood in the doorway to the female omega dorms at the company, eyes wide as he stared at the girl in front of him who had just told him the news that shattered his whole world.

Lumi was gone.

Under the pressure of insuring their debut with all nine members, himself and 8 male trainees he himself had picked to form his pack, he had been so one track minded he hadn’t spoken with the dancer in months. Even after the show ended and they were confirmed to have all made it he felt like he couldn’t slow down even a minute to breath let alone catch up with friends.

That fact now felt like daggers in his chest as he couldn’t even think of how to respond to the omega who stood holding the door open with confusion etched on her face.

The alpha producer had come over to pick Lumi up, take her out for lunch like they used to and show her what he had been working on in the studio while they caught up. He had fully been expecting her to be there waiting for him, even after not speaking for the longest time since they had met, and now knowing he was wrong to have assumed he felt his hopes crushed.

Trainees weren’t allowed cellphones so he didn’t even have a way to contact the omega, and panic began to set in after the initial shock. “What- What do you mean she’s not here anymore? D-Did she get put into a group and moved to the other dorms?” He cling to some sliver of hope that remained, begging in his mind for this to be the case but the younger trainee only shook her head and sighed. Everyone who had been at the company a while knew how close the dancer was with the three producers, Bangchan especially, and they all figured he already knew that she had left the company.

“They aren’t at JYPE anymore, oppa….I’m sorry.” With that they closed the door and left Chan standing there with a lost look in his eyes. He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t go back to the studio where Han and Changbin were waiting for him to return with Lumi so they could all catch up on each others lives and hang out like they used to before the survival show, and he couldn’t go back to the dorm where the rest of the pack would question why he looked so off balance.

Silently, the alpha leader made his way down the halls and into one of the single stall restrooms that were typically meant for staff as the trainees and idols had bigger multi use restrooms on a different floor. He just needed to be alone at the moment.

As soon as the door was closed and the lock clicked into place he let his emotions wash over himself fully.

Broad shoulders shook with the weight of his sobs as the alpha finally let go. Bangchan let himself fall to the floor with his head in his hands as he cried as quietly as he could as to not alert anyone who could be walking by. Try as hard as he did to keep the nine of them together, he forgot someone equally as important to him, to his pack.

With no way to contact her, no way to know if she was okay, he felt emptiness settling in his gut. It had been so long since she had been around him or in the studio that none of her scent even lingered enough to bring him a sense of comfort. Fear entering his mind at the thought of forgetting the smell of fresh roses on a spring day he had come to know as home. That thought alone I kept him in that spot for what felt like an eternity as he let the weight of what he had lost truly hit him.

He had a pack now, and he was set to debut, but was the cost worth it all? He let the sadness turn to determine. Not only did the rest of the kids need him, rely on him as their leader to make a name for themselves, but now he felt he owed it to her for it to not be worth nothing. He would make it for her and he hoped someday to find her. He didn’t know how but he knew that if he ever did then he would never let her go again.

~July 2024~

“What do you mean that THE Bangchan of Stray kids was your best friend before you left JYPE?”

Mani whisper shouted as they sat side by side on the couch in their green room. Lumi sighed, shaking her head at the older’s reaction. “Yes- you knew I was a trainee there for a while…at the same time as most of the group- what’s so unbelievable?” She didn’t mean to come off so passive aggressive, but the dancer was still reeling from seeing faces from her past.

The blue haired singer scooted closer, laying her head on the younger’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I don’t mean anything by it just you never talked about them before….so I figured maybe they kept the male and female trainees separate or something over there.”

Shaking her head, the younger omega giggled lightly. “No- we still trained together sometimes or took lessons together like at KQ….just they were a lot more strict on monthly evaluations.” The dancer sighed, laying her head atop her member’s. “I’m so nervous….it’s been so long and- I wasn’t expecting to run into them so soon after our debut.” Lumi explained, fiddling with the rings she wore anxiously. “I thought I had more time to prepare what to say to them if we crossed paths-“

The blue haired omega sighed, patting her member’s knee just as her phone began ringing. Upon seeing the caller ID she quickly perked up and grabbed it off the coffee table in front of them. “I’m gonna step out and take this- I’ll be back yeah? Plus I think stray kids is almost done performing so this will give you some privacy with Bangchan?” Lumi nodded, fighting off the cringe at hearing her old best friend called by that name.

She watched as her member left the room, sighing to herself as she looked towards the tv and turned it on just in time to catch the end of their performance.

By the way his face looked as he performed, she felt herself squirm slightly where she was seated as the anger seemed to come off him in waves of steam. His performance was fierce and from a dancers perspective she could read the emotions he was feeling, his concentration set but she wasn’t sure if it was on the performance itself or just using it as an outlet to release the pent up feelings he had.

As the performance ended and it was time for the ending fairy poses the camera panned from one of their youngest members she remembered from trainee days though she could barely remember any specific interactions she had had with the slightly younger male.

Next the camera landed on the alpha that had been plaguing her mind for the time since she saw him in the hall and continued still. He barely reacted at all as his mind seemed to be elsewhere, and she gnawed on the inside of her cheek anxiously as she thought of what it could be he was thinking exactly as she wondered if it had to do with what he wanted to say to her later.

Finally the camera showed the other resident aussie of the group. Lumi remembered him and how he had joined about half a year before her departure. She wasn’t close with him so to speak but as a fellow english speaking trainee as well as a fellow dancer she had shared a few conversations in the practice rooms with the alpha, recalling in her mind how he always seemed to brighten whatever room he entered and filled everyone with a contagious positive energy she was grateful for on more than one occasion as evaluations began getting to her head more and more leading up to her leaving the company.

As she remembered his cheerful attitude during their teen years she couldn’t help but giggle as he pulled a somewhat silly face towards the end right as the screen cut to black. It was nice to see he hadn’t changed much, and she wondered if he remembered anything about her as well, and if it was anything even somewhat as positive as she had remembered him.

She sat impatiently on the couch in their green room, the dancer was messing with the hem of her dress anxiously as she anticipated how exactly the conversation with Chan would go.

Just as she was about to give up on waiting, figuring he didn’t actually care to talk with her and only said so to save face in front of the beta and omega who had embraced her warmly while he stood as cold as ice just watching from a distance, there was a knock before the door was pushed open.

Lumi jumped up, straightening her clothing and combing through her hair with her fingers quickly until she saw who came through the door and her face fell slightly. Changbin gave a soft smile as he approached the omega, pulling her back into his arms as he had before which she accepted fully. “Hey baby, expecting someone else I’m guessing?” He questioned as he pulled back and motioned to the disappointed expression she still wore.

A slight huff escaped her as she shook her head, giving the omegan rapper a bright smile. “Nope! You are exactly who I need to see right now, actually.” Lumi pulled him back into a tight embrace and buried her face in the crook of his neck to inhale his sweet scent and allow it to calm her nerves as it used to in their teenage years.

The pair of omegas had been pretty close, almost as much as with Chan but it was different. With them sharing a rank, it made it easier to talk about things their Alpha and Beta friends wouldn’t understand as well as they would as omegas. This special bond had lead to many nights shared curled up on the couches in the commons rooms at the building where the dorms were located, sharing experiences they’d had since presenting and discussing other omega related struggles that the others just wouldn’t understand.

Now, Lumi clung to him almost like a lifeline as her mind began to slow down from the spiral that began when she first saw Bangchan back in the halls. The older omega held her, letting the dancer scent him as he did so in return until finally she felt calm enough to pull away. “Thank you- I just…” the older shook his head, silencing the younger with a finger he held up between them. “I get it, I think. It’s been a long time…and whatever reason you had for leaving I’m sure it was a good one. You don’t have to explain anything to me now if you don’t want to, I’m just happy to see you again.”

The dancer couldn’t help but tear up as she smiled, grateful for her old friend’s understanding and not pushing her to share the feelings she had buried for so long just yet. “Thanks Binnie- I appreciate you so much.” After another round of hugs and mild scenting the rapper pulled away and wiggled his eyebrows at the younger omega. “I didn’t come here without a mission though…this is your debut stage yeah?”

Lumi nodded, giving him a questioning look before motioning for him to continue. “You teach me the key point dance for a tiktok challenge and I’ll teach you ours!” You gasped, clapping your hands excitedly at the prospect. You had completely forgotten that that was something your company had tasked you with, asking other idols back stage to do Eclipse’s dance challenge as a way to boost exposure for the group and get your name out there more as so many other idols did. You already had pre recorded ones with a few different members from ateez before they had left for their tour, back when they first had their comeback for their new album Golden Hour, knowing that was the only chance you or Mani would have with them to do it even though you hadn’t debut yet.

“I love that plan, yes! Okay help me push this couch a little more out of the way and I can teach you-“ She was giddy at the prospect of teaching him the dance she had helped choreograph, excited to see him perform it along side her like they were trainees again goofing off in the practice room when they should have been focusing on their monthly evaluations but instead made up their own dances to teach each other for fun during any free time they could find.

Once they both felt confident with each other’s dance, the two exited the green room in search for one of their managers to film the challenges for them. After a while of wandering around, Changbin lead her back towards where their green room was and finally caught sight of one of the stray kids managers.

With their help, they were able to film the videos pretty quickly and once it was over the omegas were all giggles and loud banter (mostly from Changbin) that seemed to alert the members who resided in the room which they had been filming outside of.

Because of the noise, a head peeked out from the door and the omegan dancer was startled by the deep voice that spoke to her from behind. “Hi Lumi! You know, I’m kinda sad you didn’t ask me to do your dance challenge with you.” With her hand clutched to her chest she whipped around to face the alpha with wide eyes. “Jesus, Felix give a warning next time instead of sneaking up behind me like that, yeah?” This caused the silver haired idol to laugh as he moved in for a hug.

Lumi allowed it, leaning into the embrace as the thick smell of chocolate liquor filled her senses. She remembered the other dancer being quite touchy as a person and as a somewhat touch related person herself she didn’t mind the physical contact even if they hadn’t been as close as her and the others back during their trainee days. “How have you been?” She asked, allowing the alpha to nuzzle his face into her hair to inhale the smell of roses mixed with her shampoo and whatever products the stylists had used on her.

She was sure she probably smelled heavily of the omega from his group from how much they had been scenting each other earlier in her green room but the alpha didn’t seem to mind much seeing as he pulled away with a smile that could have rivaled the sun. “I’ve been good! Curious how you’ve been, how does it feel to finally debut?” Lumi giggled, bouncing a bit on her heels as she looked up slightly to hold eye contact with the man.

“It’s like I’ve always dreamed- I honestly was so afraid this day would never come but it’s here and I don’t think it will ever feel real.” She began rambling, not realizing that Felix began walking backwards into the room and Changbin’s hands on her hips gently guided her to follow. She was so wrapped up in describing her feelings about her debut that she didn’t realize they were now inside the stray kids green room until she heard the click of the door closing behind her. “Binnie-?”

The omega turned to see the purple haired rapper leaning against the door now with arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face as he nodded towards somewhere else in the room. Her eyes followed the gesture to where Bangchan was sat on the couch with his head in his hands. Oh. Oh they had tricked her and she played right into their hands.

~rewind to about half an hour or more earlier~

He was a complete wreck.

Chan hadn’t been expecting to see her like that after all this time, he never thought he’d see her again.

His mind was all over the place, trying to focus on the performance at hand and not mess anything up as it was their first stage of the comeback. The alpha had a responsibility to not disappoint their fans, or the kids, or the company. Some things never changed and the weight he felt on his shoulders, the pressure to hold it all together was still there from his trainee days.

Chan took his spot on the stage, unable to shake the feelings building in his chest as his thoughts were filled with what ifs.

What if she wasn’t going to wait for him after his performance and once again disappear from his life? That was the biggest one and it caused hurt and anger to flood his emotions. After all this time and she was an idol after all. He had thought he could live with the fact that the omega chose to live a more simple life and that they wouldn’t likely never cross paths again but now it was as if she were a ghost coming to haunt him.

The image of honey blonde hair and the heart shaped smile that had greeted him countless times at his studio during his teen years, it caused his heart to clench and he had to shake his head several times to clear it just before the music began.

Through the whole performance all he could think about was how frustrating it was that he had to be on the stage right now and couldn’t be talking to her right then.

The alpha desperately wanted to know where she had been and he felt as if he would remain restless until that had been answered. That and why she had left at all. It didn’t help that the omega’s scent lingered on his fellow producers from where they had embraced her warmly before they went on to perform, traces of roses that only added to the feeling that she was haunting him, like a poltergeist in his heart that would never go away no matter how hard he tries to concentrate and it was angering him that he couldn’t get his thoughts under control.

Once the music had ended the the roar of stays in the audience could be heard, it took everything within him not to bolt off the stage to find her. He barely registered the camera panning over to his face, only mustering the strength to turn his head and give it an almost blank stare as he caught his breath.

Once they were allowed to leave the stage his nerves seemed to catch up with him. “Hyung, aren’t you going to meet with Lumi?” Han had questioned, head tilting slightly to the side with his confusion as once back in the green room the oldest only began pacing back and forth instead of going to find their old friend as he had originally planned. “What if-“

Chan ran his hands through his hair as he continued to pace, taking a shaky breath. “What if she left already? What if she doesn’t want to talk to me and only said she’d meet me because she was put on the spot? What if she-“ Changbin sighed, standing up and heading for the door. “Calm down, hyung. I’ll go talk to her first. Okay? Omega to omega. If she’s still here then I’ll bring her back, yeah?”

The alpha wasn’t so sure about this idea but nodded nonetheless and allowed the omegan rapper to go down the hall to find her. Chan continued to pace back and forth as he continued to fidget, mind racing so fast he felt nauseous. It was when the smell of soured vanilla extract started to seep off of him that the second oldest stepped in, the younger alpha pushing gently on his leader’s shoulders until he was sat on the couch in front of him.

“Look I don’t know what’s gotten to you exactly but you need to pull yourself together, hyung.” Minho spoke firmly, hands still placed on the older’s shoulders as he nodded for Jeongin to come and sit beside the pack leader. The youngest nodded, understanding what his hyung was trying to say with his eyes and sat beside the oldest while pushing his scent out to try and calm the pack leader with the warm smell of fresh baked apples.

After a while the oldest relaxed slightly and it was enough for the others to ease off him a bit. Minho sighed and moved to sit on the coffee table in front of the oldest. “What is it about that omega that has you such a wreck, huh? She your ex?” This caused Chan’s head to whip up to stare wide eyed at the second oldest. Han laughed from across the room, almost doubling over from the question. “He wishes he had the balls to get that far with her!” The younger said through fits of laughter.

The low growl that left their leader caused the oldest beta to bite his lip and calm his amused outburst. “I forget you never really met her, jagi.” He said, coming to sit on the chair beside the couch with his knees pulled up to his chest. “Lumi was a trainee at the company from back before any of us joined. Her and Channie hyung were like super close. Before the survival show, when it was only 3racha she was always at the studio with us so we got close with her too eventually and we were all like best friends!” Jisung smiled, thinking back to all the fond memories he had from back then.

Minho nodded, blinking a bit as he attempted to recall if he had ever seen you around the company back when he had first joined. “She used to not have pink hair…and she was just a teenager back then like us so she looks a lot different now. I think she left right when you became a trainee, if I remember right.” Chan shook his head, speaking up finally.

“She was a dancer, mainly….you probably knew of her somewhat, Minho. You would have been there for about a month before she left. Her hair was blonde, a warm kind of blonde though and she would get really frustrated when she couldn’t get a dance just perfect.” He began speaking without really thinking, trying to see if the other alpha would remember the girl who he had memorized the habits of for years.

Minho smirked slightly, tilting his head to the side as he looked at their leader. “Keep going, I think I’m starting to remember.” He teased, causing the alpha to look up at him with a glare before placing his head in his hands. “Forget it. None of that matters now- I just….I need to why she left. She was there one day, I saw her in another one of the practice rooms while I was heading to meet you guys about stuff to do with the survival show and then a few weeks later she was just gone.”

Everybody held a somber expression, especially those who had known of her and what she meant to their leader. At the sound of laughter in the halls outside of the green room doors, everyone shared a look as Chan let his head fall back into his hands as his mind continued to swarm with questions and emotions about seeing the omega again.

Felix had been the one to check on what the sound was, thus leading to where she was now staring at the alpha that she had left all those years ago as he slowly raised his head to meet her gaze. “Chris-“ her voice was soft, hesitant. Chan stood up suddenly, stepping toward her cautiously as if one wrong move would spook her and she’d up and disappear in to thin air.

“Lumi, please….can we talk?” The omega too a deep, shaky breath. Changbin may have let her off the hook on explaining herself but she knew that wouldn’t be the case with the alpha in front of her. “Sure. Just- um…follow me?”

With a nod in agreement, he motioned for her to lead the way and soon Lumi was headed down the halls back to Eclipse’s green room with Bangchan following closely behind.

On the way they passed by Mani who seemed to still be on the phone even after all this time. She gave a thumbs up and a bright smile to the younger omega who in return flashed her a very anxious smile before opening the door to the green room, stepping aside to allow Chan inside. Here goes nothing, she thought to herself as the dancer silently tried to prepare for all the questions he likely had for her.

author’s note: waahh more suspense I know I’m sorry the talk will happen next chapter I promise~ I also think at least for the first handful of chapters I’m gonna put different little flashbacks in the beginning from random different trainee times but like they are somewhat relevant to the rest of the chapter?? Kinda like foreshadowing in a way what is to come? Lmk if that’s an idea you all like! I won’t be able to do it for every chapter obviously but I have a few more scenes from the past I wanna add at the beginning of different chapters so pls I live for feedback it makes my day to hear from you all honestly~

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