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Nari's Relationship With Jisung

Summary: Closer look at Nari and Jisung's relationship

Mother & Son Duo

In short: just like how baby animals imprint on whoever they see first (usually the mother), when Jisung saw Nari it was an immediate imprint and ever since then, he has looked up to Nari and followed her around

Nari was a bit confused (and concerned) that Jisung would follow her from afar, always watching her when she talked to the older members and practising, etc. during pre-debut days

She thought he had a crush on her or something but realised he simply looked up to her cuz apparently to him, Nari looked like a very 'cool' person despite the slight language barrier they had

Nari also noticed how young he came to the trainee life so it was instinctual for her to watch out for him and look after him - especially when she saw how super shy and reclusive he was to everyone

So you'll see Nari taking care of him - whether it be feeding him, fixing his clothes/hair, giving him life tips or small performance tips, etc.

She is one of his emergency contacts outside of direct family

He looks up to and trusts her a lot - the same level as trusting his mother - so if he ever needs help, he'd go to Nari instantly. Ad cuz of that, he sometimes calls her 'Eomma' by mistake ksjgb

Has been there for him in all of his milestones - even when having solo work, she was there for him, sent him to the airport when he went on 'Why Not?' with Eunhyuck and Gikwang

She was super worried for him when he was going alone with no NCT members looolll

Whenever the Dreamies attended an award show when they were still minors, Nari was always at Jisung's side and would leave with them when it hit 10pm

Nari is the one who mainly updates Jisung's mother on what he's been up to - Nari is quite close with Jisung's mother

Who Do You Call?

Calling Nari is almost a daily occurrence

He always calls her for help or just to talk mainly to ask for help because he's kinda clueless about most things

Times/Places he calls her: while on Vlive/IG live/Weverse live, before Dream goes on stage, when he needs advice for something

You know when Dream was doing that cooking competition on YouTube, and he had to clean the vegetables? He called Nari to see if he needed to use dishwashing soap (she was pretty concerned when he asked her that innocent question)

When he got the wrong order from the cafe during 'Why Not?', he was pretty upset cuz he practised his English a lot with Nari (even called her before he took the order just to be sure) so he felt like he failed Nari especially. He called her again, and rather than be scolded, Nari was comforting him and was rather angry at the cashier

"Let me talk to that lady -" "Noona, I don't think that's necessary..." "Nuh! You said what you wanted so clearly! What she did was not nice, so let me just talk to her and I'll -" "Noona, no!"

Basically, Nari is his go-to for calling - "Hang on, let me call Noona for help" "I think Noona knows about this, let me call her" "Noona would love this! Hang on, let me call her" "I bet you Noona will answer my call than yours"

SM tried to delete the scenes of Jisung calling Nari in most videos HAHAH but they couldn't take away all of the scenes, especially after the fans found out about this habit after a Vlive Jisung once did when he revealed his habit of calling Nari

They found it absolutely cute how he would call her and believe in what she says - cuz Nari never lies to him

Traditions

Jisung must always talk to Nari before any performance

Since trainee days, he must always hear the same words of encouragement from her because for some reason it comforts him a lot and gives him confidence (and he believes it gives him luck)

So sometimes you'll see in the behind-the-scenes of music shows and such, you'll see him either on his phone with air, or she would physically be there and encouraging him - if for some reason she can't do either of those, there is a saved video and audio of her encouraging him (and the Dreamies)

Calls or Texts Goodnight Before Sleeping

This started before they debuted and the Dreamies started living in dorms together

Nari was worried for them (even though Kun lived with them for a while), so she wanted Jisung to text her whenever he's at home and is about to sleep at night

So it became a tradition for them, and if it doesn't happen, then Nari gets concerned and for Jisung it feels like he forgot to do something and feel quite empty

Him contacting her lets her know that he is safe and not somewhere dangerous

When parting ways, they kiss each other on the cheek

When the Dreamies were cute trainee babies, they were much more affectionate to the older members than they are now

So Jisung was very affectionate with Nari when he was a young trainee, and Nari was uwu for him back then and he brought out her soft side to return the sentiment

But as he grew older, he would get embarrassed and wouldn't want to do it (like Mark)

But he can see how it saddens her sometimes, so he would try to do it as subtle as possible if they are in front of fans - for example, he would hug her and then sneak a small kiss to her cheek

Nari still kisses him on the cheek in public, she doesn't care of the people - she raised that boi, so she is going to still express her love to him like a mother would

Fans noticed this tradition, however, and now have fun trying to find the small interactions to coo over (you see on YouTube, 'Jisung + Nari Cute Kissing Moments' sfbgks)

If they're just relaxing with close friends and family, Jisung would be more willing to do it (especially when he drank quite a bit), he's just shy and worried that people might send hate her way

Protective

Just because Nari is like a mother figure to him and always tries to protect him, doesn't mean he doesn't return the sentiment

As years pass, he's grown to want to protect her more

Even pre-debut he wanted to look after her (especially when he saw the pressure she was under by the company and all the hate she was getting as well as the group. He can see she blames herself for the added hate on the group cuz of her presence)

But as years passed, he grew taller and more mature and wanted to protect her more

So whenever they have a schedule together, or they go out together, he always tries to make sure she's okay - like when attending award shows he would be watching out for her from afar and if needed, would be at her side

Would give her his jacket, help her walk when she's in heels, open the door for her, etc.

If they're just chilling in public, Jisung would sometimes stand in front of her protectively or be at her side, one hand on her arm gently or holding her hand

There are also cute moments where he would hold his arm out in front of her when they're about to cross the road just in case she accidentally walks into traffic without checking (which she wouldn't do, but she finds it nice that he would look out for her)

He was also one of the members who helped Nari in the Korean language - like how he helps Chenle, he also helps Nari when she has a few language barriers

And we all know how protective Nari is of her loved ones, so she would do anything for him - even fight people if necessary. She wasn't too happy when he was on 'Dancing High' and went through a lot of stressful things there and spoke up about it

Jisung knows he can rely on her whenever he feels uncomfortable about something, he knows she'll be there ready to bring out her Mama Bear - cuz Jisung lowkey is one of the main reasons she lowered her walls in NCT and showed her care for them

Overall, their relationship is a cute mother and son duo that everyone finds super adorable. Although he's taller than her now, he's still the little boy Nari met back in their trainee days and raised.

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this is halloween || han x reader

Summary: You weren't happy about getting detention, but getting to be around Jisung almost feels like it could make it worth it at first. At least, until you realize that there's a killer on the loose in the school, and that he plans on getting rid of all of you.

Word count: 6.3k

Genres: high school au, slasher au, thriller/mild horror

Warnings & Tags: angst, class clown!han jisung, final girl!reader (gender isn't specified but that's the vibe), graphic descriptions of violence happening inside of a high school

A/N: Last (late) installment in that Halloween mini-series. To reiterate, this contains description of violence and murders occurring within a high school, which can be triggering to some, so do exercise caution.

I.N. · Seungmin · Felix

It was never supposed to go that way.

For starters, you should never have gotten detention and, mind you, you'd still insist that it was totally unfair that you'd gotten it in the first place. Any reasonable teacher would have looked at the facts, which were your test results, as stellar as ever, and Nari’s test results, stellar as they never were, and assumed that she’d cheated and used you to do so.

Your physics teacher could not be described as ‘reasonable’. He’d called the two of you to his desk, using the one mistake you’d made that she had, of course, written word for word on her test as proof, and he’d given you both detention. You would have tried to defend yourself, had your eyes not immediately filled with tears. When Nari had started rising her voice, accusing you in the same breath, you’d known your efforts would be wasted anyway. You’d hung your heard low, and you’d gone back to your seat.

The first detention you’d ever gotten in your life, and it had to happen on the very last year of your time in this dreadful place. God, you couldn’t wait to get out. Yes, college entrance exams were looming terrifyingly above your head, but there was still freedom at the end of the line, freedom at least from your peers. You’d take that as a win.

At the end of the day, having only gotten a fifteen minutes break to spew your venom at your understanding best friend, you dragged your feet to detention. A confused Ms. Kim had greeted when you’d gotten there, all the more so because you were a few minutes early. As you’d handed her the detention slip, however, she’d had no choice but to let you in, though she had patted your shoulder as she did.

You were not the type of student to get detention. You were the one who got straight As, who never raised their voice, who had painstakingly managed to make one friend who you had clung to since your first year here. If you could avoid drawing attention to yourself, you’d take it. You only raised your hand in class if the teacher had been waiting for someone to speak for the appropriate amount of time, tried to make yourself be forgotten the rest of the time. It did not work quite as well as you would like, but you had stayed out of trouble so far.

The same cannot be said of the students who enter the room after you. Nari runs in right as the bell rings, looking sheepish. She mouths a ‘sorry’ in your direction, like she didn’t try to throw you under the bus after the teacher caught her. She’s quickly followed by Hanseok, the school star athlete, who looks like he’s trying to shrink himself, which is no small feat considering how wide his shoulders are. He keeps his eyes on the floor, and you wonder what could have landed him here. He’s not known for getting into trouble.

Next is Taewoon who walks in nonchalantly, like he does that every day, which, to be fair, he probably does. Known troublemaker, you have no idea why he’s here tonight, but he’s regularly caught doing wild, stupid shit nearby. Ms. Kim shakes her head at him and he just shrugs. Last but not least comes Han Jisung, fashionably late, class clown and another regular. As he walks in, he leans on the desk, grinning at Ms Kim.

“Is that a new hair cut? It looks great!”

She rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide a smile in return.

“See, you’re here so often you notice that kind of things.”

“Of course I’d notice!” he protests, sounding offended as he’s weirdly good at doing — to be fair, it does still get him out of trouble most of the time.

She gestures for him to go to his place, but she doesn’t seem too mad, and he has a satisfied smirk on his face as he does. It’s as he’s doing so that he spots you, and his eyes go wide. He looks around like he thinks he’s gotten the wrong room, before altering his course to let himself fall down on the table next to yours

Your heart is beating like crazy in your chest and you do your best to smile at him the right way — you know, not too briefly so he doesn’t think you’re rude, and not too long so he doesn’t think you’re interested because, ahah, that’d be ridiculous, that’d be soooo embarrassing, there’s no way that would happen.

You may or may not have a raging crush on him.

Look, he’s funny. He’s cute. He looks at you when he makes a clever joke to see if you’re laughing. You don’t hang in the same circles, and you know it’s stupid to entertain your thoughts about him, but you just can’t help them. You wish you could quash your feelings before they hurt you. Because they will. Undoubtedly. Been there, done that. Love hasn’t worked for you, and you’d rather not delude yourself into hoping it could this time.

All these good resolutions vanish when Han leans towards you.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, sounding so confused. “Did you get lost?”

You sigh.

“I was accused of cheating on a test,” you mumble, trying to sound casual about it and not like it makes you want to cry.

“What?” His eyes look like they’re trying to pop out of his head. “That’s ridiculous.” Then he leans closer, conspiratorially. “Want me to try to get you out of here?”

Your heart is beating so fast.

“No,” you squeak despite trying not to. “It’s fine. I guess that’s— part of the high school experience, right? I should live through that at least once.”

He looks deeply confused for a second, then chuckles as he settles back in his chair.

“You’re the only person who’d think that way,” he says, and you think he sounds fond as he says it, but you know that your brain is prone to wishful-thinking. Then, with a regain of interest “Tell me if you change your mind, it’s not too late.”

He settles comfortably on his desk, resting his head on his backpack. It’s already dark outside, as it usually is at this time of the year. Cold, white streetlights have turned on over the football field, and the cloudy, starless sky gives the school a gloomy vibe. It doesn’t help that it’s eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that you’ve only heard when you’d lingered too long in the library. Lively halls are empty now, as are the classrooms. On this last night before winter break, no one has stuck around. Even clubs have taken pity on their members and let them escape tonight. It’s only the six of you left in the building, and maybe a few lingering staff members and guardians.

You glance around at what others are doing, trying to figure out what you’re even meant to do in here. Jisung has closed his eyes and is clearly intent on taking a nap. Nari has pulled out a notebook and is writing in it dutifully. Hanseok is looking out the window with a blank look on his face. Taewoon seems to be sleeping as well. Finally, Ms Kim is reading a book — romance, by the looks of it —  and seems to have no plan of acknowledging your existence until the bell rings and frees her of your presence.

With a sigh, you start pulling out your books. Jisung opens an eye. With his face smooshed against his backpack, his cheeks look even rounder.

“I can still get you out,” he whispers.

You smile, but shake your head.

“It’s fine. It will all be over in an hour anyway.”

Ms Kim clears her throat to remind you to stay quiet. You jump at it, and she gives you an apologetic look, but you’re already back to burying your head in your books, trying to be small and inconspicuous and most importantly, not to anger anyone. That’s what you do after that, even once the room gets quiet again, and that’s where you still are, half an hour later, when the lights suddenly go off.

You look up, startled, and for a second you can’t see a thing, until your eyes get accustomed to the unexpected darkness. In the meantime, someone stands up, not far from you, and surprised shouts rise in the room.

“Everyone stay where you are!” Ms Kim shouts. Phones are starting to come out, lighting up the room, and soon you see that Jisung’s standing next to you, with one hand on the back of seat. He’s so close he’d brush against you if he moved just a little to the left. “It’s either the electricity or someone forgot we were still here. I’ll go see what’s happening and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Can’t we just go home?” Nari whines. “C’mon, there’s, like fifteen minutes left.”

“Make it thirty,” Ms Kim corrects sternly. “Everyone better stay here. Anyone who leaves will get detention for the first week when we’re back in class.” When protests erupt, she raises her voice. “I’ll let you off the hook if there’s an issue with the electricity, but for now, you guys need to stay there.”

She leaves the room as more people are protesting, not paying one ounce of attention to it. It looks like it’s not the first time something like that has happened to her.

Her footsteps in the hallway have barely faded that Taewoon is already getting up.

“Fuck it,” he says, making a whole show out of it. “I’m not sticking around.”

“You’re going?” Jisung asks. Clearly, he’s thinking of doing it as well. He glances around at the rest of the group. None of you have moved from your seat. “What about you guys?”

“I can’t miss practice,” Hanseok says.

“I’ve got a part time job, I can’t lose it,” is Nari’s answer.

That leaves you, and it takes you a second to realize that Jisung is looking at you and waiting for an answer.

“I— I don’t want to get detention again,” is all you can manage to mumble. It sounds pathetic to your ears, but he nods all the same.

“What are you doing?” Taewoon asks him again.

“I’ll stay behind this time,” Jisung sighs dramatically. “Live your life to the fullest for the rest of us, okay?”

Taewoon snorts.

“Sure. Enjoy yourselves here. I’ll see you after the break.”

You feel envy as he escapes the room. You wish you could care this little about all the trouble you’d get into. At the same time, being in your shoes brings advantages that you quite enjoy. Just not particularly tonight.

Then, Jisung pulls his chair to come sit next to you, setting his phone on your table so you can both see each other’s face, and you change your mind.

“You should have taken my offer,” he smiles at first, before his expression shifts to a more serious one. “You okay? It’s happened before, don’t worry about it.”

“I’m fine,” you answer, maybe too quickly. Mostly, you’re wondering why he feels the need to tell you that and if you look so fragile to him that he thinks this would send you into a breakdown. “Does it usually come back on?”

He shrugs.

“Yeah, most of the time. Sometimes there’s a tree that’s fallen somewhere it shouldn’t and she lets us go.” He glances out the window. “It’s pretty windy tonight. Maybe it’s the case.”

As you look out, you see Taewoon crossing the football field, before disappearing under the bleachers, from where he can reach the parking lot. At least one of you has gone free, you think, feeling bitter about all the things that have kept you in this spot.

“Hey, you’re getting the full, five-star high school experience,” Jisung’s voice brings you back to the present. “I can get you in trouble more after that, if you’d like.”

A small laugh escapes your lips.

“I think I’m good.”

“You could see the boys’ locker room from the inside,” he insists, and you laugh again.

“That does not sound like a good experience!”

“The inside of the teachers’ lounge,” he offers as you roll your eyes. “Steal exam questions. Change your grades. Give lower notes to your rivals.”

“What rivals,” you protest, though you’re grinning from ear to ear at this point.

“Are you saying that no one’s good enough to compete with you? And here I thought you valued my intelligence, wah, you think you know someone—”

His chatter takes your mind off your situation. There’s something about having Jisung’s undivided attention, about him clearly having noticed how down you were feeling and trying to cheer you up, that makes you feel all fuzzy inside. You’re not used to someone’s eyes staying on you for that long, certainly not his eyes. And yet he’s choosing to use time that could so easily be spent doing something else with you. Your heart beats so fast you think it’s going to fall right out of your chest.

Ten minutes go by before Nari’s voice interrupts your talking.

“Shouldn’t Ms Kim be back by now?”

Her expression is composed, she’s leaning back in her chair to look at you, but her voice is at a higher-pitch than usual. A glance at your watch tells you that she’s probably right and a cold hand comes wrap around your heart to squeeze it, before you shake it off. No need to feel that way. There’s likely a completely fine explanation.

“Maybe she’s run into Mr Park,” Jisung offers, smoothly. Then, with a gasp, “Maybe they’re having a quickie in the principal’s office.”

You chuckle quietly, but Nari’s not amused.

“Shouldn’t someone go look for her?” she asks. When no one volunteers, she continues, “She’ll never believe me if I go and I really can’t lose my part time job, but, you know, maybe if it was someone else…”

You know where this is going, and she’s not exactly wrong, yet you worry about getting in trouble all the same. Stupidly, you’re afraid you’re going to get yelled at. You hate getting yelled at. You’d probably cry if that happened.

“I’ll go if you go,” Jisung says, eyeing you, saving the day once more — saving your day at least.

“Okay,” you reply, and you surprise yourself at how quick and easy that was. You blame it on the relief you feel for not having to go out there alone. “I’ll come.”

He smiles at you when you say that. It’s kind of embarrassing how it makes butterflies take off in your stomach.

“Everyone be good,” he chastises the other two as you open the door. “Nari, you’re in charge while we’re gone, okay?”

She sticks her tongue out at him while Hanseok scoffs. Still, they’re both grinning as the two of you venture out into the quiet, dark high school.

You’re not one to believe in supernatural creatures. You like logical, provable, tangible things. Still, out there, irrational fear seizes you, wrapping its tentacles around you. Your footsteps echo loudly in the hallways, and the measly flashlight from your cellphones are nowhere near enough to light up the entire place. No matter how your orient them, there remain dark patches all over.

“It’s kind of cool,” Jisung comments as you’re starting to bury yourself in your thoughts again. This time, you don’t know if he’s doing it for your benefit or if he doesn’t like it when things stay quiet for too long. “Who knows, maybe we will see her with Mr Park.”

“I think they’re both very much married,” you reply, and some of the worry washes away when you hear your own voice. Suddenly, you’re not in this unfamiliar place anymore, but back in the halls of the high school that you walk in every single day.

“Like that’s ever stopped people,” Jisung grins. “C’mon, he’s not bad-looking for his age.”

This time, a very genuine laugh bursts out of you.

“That’s not an image I needed!” you protest.

“Like you’ve never thought about it before,” he teases, and as you let out noises of disgust, his flashlight sweeps over the floor. “What do you think? Do we start with the custodian and the principal’s office, or do we go for the basement? That’s where she’d be if it’s a problem with the electricity?”

“She’s probably in the basement if she’s been gone all this time,” you reason, but you really do not want to venture down there at the moment. Even with Jisung by your side, you don’t think you’d enjoy this small of a space with no lights other than your own. Just thinking about it has your throat becoming tighter. “But, uh, maybe we can start with the principal’s office?”

Jisung agrees to that with more enthusiasm than it warrants, and then you listen to him dramatically offer possibilities about how Ms Kim and Mr Park could have gotten together. You laugh more than you should, more than you would were you with anyone else in the same situation, and it’s not the right place nor the right time, but you know you’re falling in love with him. You’ve always suspected that it was just a matter of spending more time with him, always told yourself that it was therefore not a good idea. But here you were now, and there was not a thing you could do about it.

“Okay, here we are,” you say, interrupting a truly wild scenario in which the teacher and the principle are Russian spies who got married as a cover but were actually high school sweethearts. “Should I, uh, knock?”

Jisung shrugs, moving past you to try the handle. As he does so, you’re struck by how quiet it is. There’s no way she’s in there, we’ve wasted our time, you think.

Then, to your surprise, the door opens. Jisung walks in. Then freezes in the opening.

“What’s going on,” you ask, taking a step forward to look over his shoulder, “don’t tell me they’re really—"

But you’re not met with the sight of two lovers. Instead, your eyes first find Mr Park, slumped on his desk, something that you can’t identify sticking out of his back. On the floor, right in front of Jisung, is Ms Kim. She’s lying on her back, her eyes wide open and her pupil still and empty. It takes you a second to realize that the angle her head is at with her body is wrong, and a second longer to understand that that’s because her throat’s is nothing more than a wide, gaping wound. Underneath her, a puddle of blood that you realize you’ve stepped into. She looks so pale, compared to how she was just a few minutes ago.

You open your mouth to scream. Before you can, though, Jisung’s hand comes to cover it, and you only let out a whimper as your eyes search his. For the first time tonight, he’s lost his nonchalant confidence.

“Someone could still be there,” he whispers to you. “We shouldn’t stay here.”

With one last look at your teacher, he closes the door.

Things are blurry after that. You remember him grabbing your wrist as he drags you away from the scene. You remember him trying a few doors before pulling you into an empty classroom. You remember him vomiting in a trashcan and self-consciously wiping his mouth afterwards. You remember sitting on a table in silence for you don’t know how long.

“We have to get out of here,” he says at some point. He sounds sure of himself again.

“We have to— we have to go get Nari and Hanseok,” you answer. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel guilty for not having thought of them immediately. Shit, they must still be waiting for the two of you to return. Someone could have— someone could have already—

You’re on your feet before you think. It’s unlike you, but it says a lot that your brain doesn’t harp on that in the moment. There’s an urgency in your chest that you’re not used to feeling.

“We need to go get them.”

Jisung studies you for a second, then swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Okay,” he says. His voice is weak. “Okay. We’re getting them and then we’re going out of here, right?”

You nod. Guilt and fear are battling within you, but both feelings are directed towards the people you’ve left behind. You think it would kill you if something happened to them that you could have stopped.

The walk back to the detention is faster, but it feels like it take ages. Jisung keeps close to you, checking behind you while you keep your eyes on what’s in front of you. You see nothing, hear nothing. Just like earlier, the high school feels empty. Unlike earlier, you know it is not.

You’re almost there, starting to breathe again, starting to think you’ll make it, when you hear the screams. Terrified, you back into Jisung, who wraps his arm around you.

“Light,” he hisses, “light out, now.”

You’re too scared to do anything other than what he suggests. It overtakes your whole body, freezes your muscles into place. His chest is pressed against your back as you stay perfectly still, and you can feel his heart beating wildly, betraying the fact that he’s in the same state as you. In the distance, a door slams open.

“Don’t leave me here!” Nari screams.

In the dark, someone that you have to assume is Hanseok rushes past you. He’s fast, powerful. Whoever you hear after him is fast too, footsteps squeaking in the hallways, and all you’re thinking is that Nari is wearing heels.

At least Hanseok’s making it out is the thought that follows — for a second at least, because it isn’t long after that there’s a shout of frustration and the sound of someone struggling with a door. Then screams, intercut with disgusting, wet sounds that you can only imagine are what a knife produces when it’s brought down into someone. Tears stream down your face in silence. The front door’s locked and Hanseok— Hanseok is—

“Nari,” you whisper, choking on the word.

Jisung nods and pulls you forward, but by the time you get to the detention room, it’s empty. You check for a body, turning your cellphone’s light back on, terrified you’ll find one, and you can breathe again when you don’t find her anywhere.

“Now we have to go,” Jisung insists.

“But she’s—”

“We’ve done what we could. C’mon, we have no way of knowing where she is, she could be out by—”

The speakers creak horribly.

“Attention, students,” a man’s voice comes through. It’s loud and booming, but more than anything, it’s even. It doesn’t shake, doesn’t have the hysterical accents that you’ve heard in movies. If anything, it sounds like he’s playing the role of a school announcer, and the thought makes you sick to your stomach. “Lee Nari. Han Jisung. Kang Won— Ah, no, I suppose that’s been taken care of, hasn’t it. Im Taewoon.” Then he pauses for a second, before reading your name, and you feel overcome with helplessness. Before that, it felt like it was— You’re not sure what you were feeling, but it didn’t feel targeted. Now, you think that even leaving the school might not make the nightmare end. “Well, you might not be who I’m looking for,” the man chuckles— he fucking chuckles — after saying your name. “We’ll see. If you’re good, I’ll consider letting you off the hook. The rest of you though… you won’t cause trouble again.”

This is like a bad slasher movie with a stupid premise, something you’d make fun of if you weren’t caught in the middle of it.

“Windows and doors are locked,” he announces dramatically. “Breaking out only means that I’ll come get you, so do yourself a favor and surrender, hm? I promise to make it quick.”

Then he hangs up.

“What do we do?” you whisper to Jisung. “You— you love horror movies, right? What should we do?”

He stares at you.

“Yeah, I— I do. I didn’t think you’d remember.” It’s not the moment, but for a second — less than that, a fraction of it — you’re no longer a terrified prey but a teenager again, feeling like you’ve just exposed your crush. “I— one of us should leave.”

You shake your head.

“He said he’d hunt us. He could show up at our parents’ house—”

“I know,” he interrupts you. “But that’s— that’s why one of us should stay here.”

Again, you shake your head, more vehemently this time.

“No. No way. We’re not— We’re not doing that.”

He grabs your arms, the motion gentle instead of forceful, like one more attempt at comforting you as he looks straight into your eyes.

“Listen. One of us needs to leave. I— I think he’s probably watching the windows. He must know that we’d try to leave, right? So he’s— probably ready to give chase.” He swallows thickly. “If he— If he has a rifle or something— But that’d give someone else time to escape, if he leaves too. If not… Someone could go get help. Nari might have called the cops already, but that— that doesn’t mean they’re coming right now.”

“No,” you repeat, because you think you know where he is going with this.

“I’ll— What do you want to do? I— I think I should go.”

He’s close enough that you can see there are tears in his eyes.

“You should— you should be ready to leave from the other side when I do,” he whispers, and you want to cry too. “I’ll distract him.”

You shake your head, but you don’t think you can change his mind.

“Hey, I can be really fast, okay?” His tone gets lighter. “Maybe I’ll outrun him.”

You’d be more inclined to believe that if the man hadn’t been able to catch up with Hanseok — though you suppose that he wouldn’t have on open grounds, and that gives you some hope that you desperately cling to.

“You better,” you hear yourself say.

Jisung lets out a long, deep breath, then turns around to face the window. It’s true that they’re locked; they always are at the end of the day. But they’re not known for being particularly solid. As a matter of fact, they regularly get broken by football players. You wonder if that’s what got Hanseok in trouble, then shove the subject as far down as you can, because it reminds you that he’s— he’s—

“Okay,” Jisung mumbles, grabbing a chair and getting ready to swing it at the window. Just as he lifts it above his head, though, he stops himself and sets it down to face you.

Something passes between the two of you. It’s hard not to think that this might be the last time you see each other, however his escape attempt goes. Jisung swallows thickly.

Then he’s grabbing your shoulders and pressing his lips against yours. It’s brief, kind of clumsy. Nothing about it is how you envisioned your first kiss. But his lips are soft and warm, and he’s holding on to you like he never wants to let go.

He does anyway, looking at you with wide eyes.

“F–For luck,” he mumbles.

“Sure,” you choke out in response. “No, uh, no problem.”

You’ll die of embarrassment at that later on, if you don’t just die tonight.

His chair smashes through the window, the sound unbearably loud in the silence of the school, and he doesn’t stick around to see what happens. Cutting his hands on the broken glass, he jumps out while you back out of the room to go crouch in a dark corner. You peek to see him sprinting through the football field, waiting with baited breath to see the killer following after him.

He doesn’t.

You wait longer.

Still nothing.

And you realize you’re stuck in the building with him.

“Well, well,” the voice in the speaker says, right as the realization settles, as calm as it was the first time. “Seems like we’ve had an infraction. Too bad. Seems I’ll have to go hunting once I’m done with you.”

Then it cuts again. For a while, you can’t hear yourself think over the terrified thoughts that fill your mind. You think of following after Jisung, but you have no way of knowing if the killer would let it slide twice. Truth be told, with Jisung gone, you feel your old patterns of thinking catching up with you. You’re too scared to go, and the more you wait, the more you think it’s now too late to go. Your anxiety has you in a chokehold, with no intention of letting go.

What does get you to move is the greater fear that the killer could come inspect the place, now that Jisung’s left. He must have noticed that only Nari and Hanseok were in the room — if he thinks Taewoon was still here, probably because he was murdering Ms Kim at that point, that would have to mean the three of you were together, in his mind. It begs the question of how Taewoon got out, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he had his ways of doing it, even with the windows closed.

You don’t turn your light off, listening closely as you cross the hallways. You’re aiming for the kitchens, though you haven’t actually stopped to think about it. All that your mind can supply with as a justification is that you need a weapon. Realistically, you don’t think it would do you any good. You probably wouldn’t be able to use it against anyone. But who gives a fuck about realism right now? You might die here tonight. Three of the people you used to see around every day are gone forever already. If finding a knife makes you feel better, you’ll get yourself a knife, dammit.

You regret it when you make your way through the cafeteria. Because of how it’s situated, there is more light coming from outside in here than there was elsewhere. You’ve already started to see the dark as an ally, and leaving it makes you feel incredibly exposed. Despite that, you run through it, bent in half, trying to stay behind the tables, and get into the kitchens.

You’re searching through the drawers for a knife when the most terrifying sound you can think of right now resonates behind you.

The door. Someone’s opened the door.

You crouch behind one of the many kitchen isles. Silent tears are running down your face, but adrenaline is keeping you from completely giving up — for now, anyway.

“Who do we have here?” the voice asks, and you press a hand against your mouth so you don’t accidentally give yourself away. It doesn’t just echo in the cafeteria though, no, it comes out through the speakers as well. Like he wants the survivors to know that he’s gotten one of you, and that they never had a chance in the first place. “I’ll be very disappointed in you if it’s you, (Y/N). If you’d stayed put, you might have had a chance. Now, I have to wonder if you helped your friend leave, too.”

Glancing over the corner, you see a man in a mask slowly walking through the kitchen. Slowly, you start backing up, careful not to make a sound. If you run, maybe you’ll get to the door. If you get to the door, maybe he’ll lose you and you’ll be able to hide better.

Please. Please. You just want to make it out of here. You want— you want to go to college. You want to ask Jisung what that kiss meant. You want to get home to your parents.

It’s as you’re getting up that you bump your head into one of the drawers that you’ve left open. Once it happens, you’re on your feet in an instant, making a dash for the door, but the man intercepts you before you can get away. You fall on your back when he pushes you, and he shakes his head at you.

“I thought you were better than that,” he sighs. “It truly is a shame that you got caught up in this, but I suppose you weren’t as good as you made yourself out to be.”

He raises the knife. Tears blur your vision.

Then there’s a loud smack. Nari appears behind him, a bent plastic tray in her hands and tears streaming down her face.

“I’m s–so sorry you got detention because of me,” she sobs out, chest heaving, and all you can do is stare — though a part of you that right now is very far from the surface appreciates the sentiment. You note, vaguely, that she’s barefoot, probably having ditched the heels when she realized they would only get her in trouble.  She holds her hand out, and you take it without hesitation, pulling yourself to your feet just in time to see the man rise again behind her. He’s rubbing the back of his head, but he’s nowhere near unconscious, and he’s close. You pull Nari away, but his knife still slashes across her back and she falls forward, screaming.

You back up, but his eyes aren’t on you. Instead, he goes to stand above Nari. She tries to crawl forward, crying, and you see him lowering himself above her.

If you don’t want to watch her die in front of your eyes, you need to find the fucking knives.

The first two drawers you stumble into as Nari struggles and desperately hits at the men are empty.

The third one has knives.

You can’t afford to think as you rush back towards them. The man raises his knife once, and Nari catches the blade with her bare hand. You try to tune out both the screams and the sounds. Then he grabs her wrists with the one hand. Raises the knife again.

You’re out of time.

You stab him in the chest, and he lets out a sharp, horrified gasp. You push him backwards while his blade catches at your arms, the adrenaline too strong to feel it for now. You drive the blade into him, again and again and again, until he’s fallen and his knife has gone still, and all that fills the room are Nari’s tears and whimpers of pain.

It’s only as your own pain catches up with you that you admit what’s just happened.

You did it.

You lived.

 They take Nari and Hanseok to a hospital first, both of their wounds being much more significant than your own. Hanseok’s condition, from what you’ve heard, was ‘critical’. You’d felt hope at that, at first, but the looks people had exchanged had soon quashed that.

They weren’t optimistic.

As they leave, you stay wrapped in a blanket, sitting in an ambulance as your arms are being disinfected as the cops search the building. All of your limbs ache like you’ve just run a marathon, but you can’t make yourself look away, no matter how hard you’ve tried. Staying there, you hear, vaguely, that the killer was a former member of staff that had been let go earlier in the year. He’s alive too, for now, because you hadn’t known where to aim when you’d attacked him — ironically, that’s the same reason Hanseok’s still breathing. His exact motive was being debated still, but you found unable to care. Why would you give a shit about why he'd done that? All that mattered was that he’d done it.

You’re sitting there, stewing in those thoughts, when Jisung appears. You don’t think they were supposed to let him through, but it looks like he managed to sneak in. He’s clearly been crying, his eyes all red and his face puffy.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, his voice breaking as he chokes on the words. “I didn’t think— I didn’t think I’d be leaving you alone in there with him. I— I did as fast as I could, I promise, but they— they thought it was a prank call and I—”

“It’s—” You want to say ‘It’s fine’, but the words refuse to come out of your mouth. “It’s not your fault,” you manage to say instead. “You had no way of knowing. I’m— Nari and I should both be fine. You did— You did the best thing you could have done.”

Nari had mentioned, as you were lying with her on the cold floor of the cafeteria, that she’d seen you walk in, soon followed by the man. She hadn’t found herself able to stay away. Who knew, if she hadn’t felt so guilty, maybe she wouldn’t have gone in. Maybe if it had been Jisung, he’d be gone by now. Maybe if you’d left through the window, the killer would have followed you.

There are too many what ifs to let him blame himself.

“I’m glad you made it,” you say softly, trying not to cry again.

He nods, opens his mouth, then shakes his head as tears flow once again, and just comes to sit next to you. It’s not so often that you see Han Jisung so completely quiet. You rest your head on his shoulder, trying to bring him what comfort you can, certainly taking all that you are able to from his touch.

You know, in that moment, that the consequences of tonight would likely follow you for the rest of your life. You don’t know if there will be a single day in the future where you don’t think of it. But right now, the thought that maybe, just maybe, not everything that comes from tonight has to be horrible and dark and crushing helps you to just keep breathing.

Jisung’s fingers quietly rub circles on your skin. He presses a kiss into your hair, mumbles ‘Thank you’s to no one in particular.

Finally, you allow yourself to close your eyes.

since this is different from what I usually write (and gets brutal), I'm exceptionally not using my taglist.

i enjoyed writing this and wrote almost 4k for it today, so, uh, sorry if it stops making sense at around 3k in. something that i particularly enjoy is breaking genre expectations by jumping into another genre. here, the first half is inspired by your typical high school movies, before veering into a thriller/horror movie, which i quite like (but it can also be disorienting and i'd get it if you didn't enjoy it). anyway.

if you've made it to this point, I hope you've enjoyed this series and this installment of it! don't hesitate to comment or reblog, honestly any feedback or support is appreciated. i'll see you all again for the hyung line in December (and maybe even in the meantime with other projects, who knows). take care!

[violetsiren90]

~Stray Kids Masterlist~

Content key: fluff 🌸, angst ⛈, smut 🍑, hard smut 😈, crack 😂, tragedy 🥀, hurt/comfort ❤️‍🩹

Nothing But You - 🌸 & ⛈

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x human!f!Reader

Genre: one-shot; hybrid AU; non-idol AU, strangers to lovers; love in adversity; cozy mountain living

Summary: The world's not ready for your love, but that doesn't matter. None of it matters - nothing but him.

Evergreen - 🌸 & ⛈ (Pt. 2 of Nothing But You)

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x human!f!Reader

Genre: one-shot; hybrid AU; established relationship; domestic fluff; slice of life; mountain living; pregnancy

Summary: Seasons change, life moves on - but some things stay the same.

1:11am - 🌸

Pairing: Bang Chan x gn!Reader

Genre: drabble; cozy; established relationship; sensual fluff; slice of life/bedroom domesticity

Summary: An intimate moment with Chris

The Light of Your Eyes - 🍑, 🌸, ❤️‍🩹

Pairing: best friend's younger brother!Changbin x f!Reader

Genre: one-shot; friends to lovers; age gap (consenting adults); sexual healing

Summary: Can the gentle touch of an unexpected pair of hands on your body heal the wounds of your soul?

Sequel: - Arms Around Me 🍑, 🌸 , ❤️‍🩹 (Three months after you show up on your best friend's doorstep to find her brother instead, Changbin thinks it's time to let Nari know that things have changed.)

Drabbles: Held 🌸, ❤️‍🩹 (Sometimes everything is wrong...everything but him.)

New Rules - 🍑, ⛈

Pairing: f*ckboi!Jisung x f!Reader; Jisung x Minho

Genre: choose your own adventure; drabble/vignette series; angst and smut; f*ck buddies; college/post grad

Summary: Jisung has had you wrapped around his finger for the last half-decade. You know good and well that it's time to move on…but you can never seem to follow your own rules long enough to shake him.

Table of contents: Teaser/Prologue; Don't pick up the phone; Don't let him in; Don't be his friend; If you're under him...; Epilogue

More members to come!

[fullsunrise]

Masterlist

Welcome to my fanfic masterlist! I’ll be updating as frequently as possible

Guide:

M = Mature (18+)

Delicate (M)

Chapters: Preview, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 Pairing: Haechan x Original female character Minor characters: Jaemin, Jeno, Yuta, Johnny, Mark, Jisung Genre: Angst, University AU, Slow Burn Warnings: Alcohol consumption, smoking, brief mentions of abuse, sexual themes, light smut Summary: As she lifted the unlit cigarette to her chapped lips, Haechan realized right then and there just how delicate she was. He wouldn't dare say this to her, though. Not when she was only one step away from shattering before him. He knew deep down that he would pick up the pieces without a second guess. That's what he always did. Clean up her messes over and over again. It didn't matter how many times he would try to mend the damage, he was only a temporary solution to numb the pain.

Playing With Fire (M) - Preview, Final

Pairing: Johnny x Original female character  Minor Characters: Jaehyun Genre: Office AU, Light Smut, Angst Warnings: Heavy sexual themes, light smut (non-explicit), alcohol consumption, Johnny is a bully Summary: Johnny from Sales. Even thinking about him made Nari’s eye twitch. Ever since she was forced to work with him on her latest project, he made it his sole mission to make her life a living hell. Never once in Nari’s career has she had to work with someone so egotistical, cunning, and above all else, annoyingly attractive.

Into a Dream (M) - Preview, Final

Pairing: Mark x Original female character Genre: Fluff, smut Warnings: Descriptive sex, CNC elements (Characters are both consenting adults!), somnophilia, basically no plot whoops Summary: All Mark wants to do is fall asleep with his arms wrapped around his love, but the late night hour plagues his mind with a burning desire that he can't ignore.

Midnight Dare - Final

Pairing: Haechan x Original female character Minor Characters: Johnny, Mark Genre: Humor, Romance Warnings: Sexual themes (very suggestive), mentions of alcohol, Haechan has a big dick (oops) Summary: New year's eve one-shot inspired by the prompt, "Their friends dare them to kiss a stranger at midnight and they are just tipsy enough to actually do it."

[luvhynjinnnn]

songs of you ✰

“you're pulling me deeper and deeper, I try to get out but I can't stop.” synopsis. songs that remind me of different stray kids members. genre. fluff, some angst, comfort warnings. cheating, toxicity, cursing, intoxication, some jealousy, hanji is low-key a dick, reader is js a bad person in hanji's 😭, reader and jeongin need to work on their communication skills !! pairings : maknae line skz! x fem!reader wc. too many 😭 this is part 2 of “songs of you”, i’m not sure if they’re gonna be good but let’s find out together !!

han jisung - “girlfriend - heavy weight” (JS HEAR ME OUT)

now, you wish you had one of those fairytale romance stories about how you and Hanji got together. but it’s quite the opposite. you’d met Hanji at a sort of underground concert that he and his band were playing.

twas a Friday night and your best friend Nari invited, nay demanded you to come with her to her boyfriend's band's concert. at first, you were going to decline because you weren't one for concerts, however, you were bored and you had been wanting to meet the infamous Chan that your best friend had been dating. you went, against your boyfriend’s wishes, and you couldn’t lie, the music was great. but one particular guitarist caught your eye. you involuntarily eyed him the entire time they were performing and you could’ve sworn he was doing the same.

once their set ended, they stepped off of the stage and put away their instruments but instead of staying backstage, they came into the audience and began talking to a few fans. that’s when one of the rappers walked over to you and Nari as she beamed proudly. "you did so well, Channie" she pressed a kiss to his lips while he grinned. "also Chan, this is y/n, my best friend. y/n, this is my boyfriend Chan."

you smiled at him before putting your hand out for him to shake but instead he pulled you into a hug. "nice to meet you, y/n." he said, still looking at Nari with hearts in his eyes. just then a familiar face appears over Chan's shoulder against the dimmed lights of the venue, "oh hey Hannie. this is Han, our guitarist." he introduces. you felt a sudden lump appear in your throat as the guitarist made eye contact with you. he eyed you up and down as you licked your dry lips. Nari senses the tension between the two of you and intervenes, "I'm Nari, this is y/n." you awkwardly wave at the boy while a smirk played on his lips. he whispers to Chan before turning on his heel and walking away.

heat crept up to your face and butterflies began to swarm in your stomach. you leaned over to Nari who was still talking to Chan, "hey, I'm gonna go get some air." she looks at you concerned but you give her a reassuring smile, "okay, I'll come find you in a little bit." you nod before struggling to maneuver your way through the crowd to the doors. sighing deeply, you rub your arms in an attempt to soothe the goosebumps plastered on your skin. what had happened to you when han came over? suddenly you couldn't speak and you were flustered? you have a boyfriend.

while you were standing outside, Han came up to you and struck up a conversation. shockingly enough, he was actually capable of having a semi-normal conversation. sure, he flirted with you here and there but what was the harm in that? you still loved your boyfriend, of course. speaking of your boyfriend, you considered calling him to ask him to come retrieve you since Chan's band had finished performing and Nari didn't seem like she was in a rush to leave. when you brought this to Han's attention, he brushed you off, offering to drop you home. you were hesitant, considering you had just met him, but fatigue was slowly starting to take over you and you began to care less and less. texting Nari that Han was taking you home, you hadn't even waited for her response before getting in his car.

you settled into Han's car and once you began the drive, you fell into a long conversation. and that's how it all began. swapping phone numbers and social medias, Han quickly became a close friend of yours, not replacing Nari of course. the two of you hung out almost everyday; going to the movies on the weekend, hanging out while he wrote songs for his band, you'd just felt comfortable in his presence. you went to Han with relationship problems, when you felt sad, angry, and happy. at some point, you hadn't even realized when, you fell for Han. you still loved your boyfriend, it was just that the relationship had become too.. plain. he never took you on adventures anymore, all your dates were the same, and it was just overall boring. but with Han, everything felt.. new. fresh. he opened your eyes to things you never knew existed. so when you kissed him - or he kissed you? - you felt some sort of remorse but no guilt. you felt bad for your boyfriend, but it didn't hurt you. not the way you thought it would.

but little did you know, your boyfriend had caught on. he knew that you were hanging out with a guy all the time, so when he went on your phone and found Han's contact as the last person you texted, he wasted no time at all. so he called him. he wanted to know who had your time. your affection. your attention.

the phone rang. once. twice. and on the third ring, Han answered.

"hello?" han said, music playing softly in the background "ay, who is this? your number was on my girl's phone" your boyfriend said, already growing defensive. "who is your girl, man?" Han furrows his eyebrows "y/n. ay, don't play dumb, is you talking to her or what? tell me what it is" "oh, man. look, man, about that, right to air it out" han chuckles "I mean, what you trying to say? ay, just say it, man"

"your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend. she be calling me telling me 'bout you. how you ain't hitting it like you 'posed to hit it. you slipping, I think it's time I slip in, dog"

your boyfriend goes silent on the other end of the call. han takes his silence as an opportunity to continue,

"now lately your baby's been my baby, sorta I've been on her and she been on me too. and it's all because of you. everyday I'm getting closer, and closer, dog. she calls me all the time and lets me know I'm on her mind. and I don't know what to say, but hey I'm sorry it had to turn out this way." han chuckles once more before hanging up, leaving your boyfriend on the other line with his mouth agape. han turns his attention back to you, who was lounging on the couch in his studio. "I think.. I have you all to myself now.." he smirks.

lee felix - "drunk texting - jhene aiko and chris brown"

it was the last night of their international tour. or so you thought. Felix had just gotten word that they were extending their tour. the members would only go back to the dorms for a day to prepare and set off the next morning. as much as Felix loved seeing STAY and performing, his heart ached at the thought of not being able to see you for a few more weeks. he was especially upset that when he left, the two of you had an argument. he wished that he could've gone back in time and apologized. told you he loved you before he left. rather than going to the airport angry.

a few of the members - the maknae line specifically - wanted to celebrate the tour going well so far. and for them, celebrations always meant alcohol. bottles on top of bottles of soju, champagne, and whatever other alcoholic drinks the hotel was willing to provide them. chan had strongly advised them against it, not because they weren't allowed to drink. but because he knew that they'd get hungover and not be able to wake up for the airport the next morning.

still, they assured him they'd be able to handle it - which they weren't, but they'd cross that bridge when they got there. however, the thing about Felix was that when he was drunk, he was so unpredictable. you never know what version of drunk Felix you'll get. maybe he'll be hyperactive and start sprinting down the hallways of the hotel, or maybe he'd curl up in his bed and mope about all the wrongdoings of life. it was like a game of drunk roulette and the other members loved it.

today, on this particular evening, mopey Felix was what they got. usually, they were able to handle this version of him. they'd simply make him go to sleep or make him watch movies to distract him. but tonight was different. Felix was already mopey and he was even more upset about not being able to see you. the members had already told him not to call you, as it would only upset him more to see your face or hear your voice. but, they never said anything about texting you..

so there he laid, on his hotel room bed under the sheets with one hand gripping his phone which softly illuminated his face and a bottle of.. to be honest, he wasn't sure what he was drinking but it was good so he didn't complain. the boisterous laughter of his members in the other room erupted through the walls. his hand was shaky as he clicked on your contact.

meanwhile, on the other side of the globe, you laid on your bed, watching a movie on your laptop when your phone buzzed beside you. without looking away from the laptop screen, you unlocked the phone, an array of messages from your boyfriend littering the screen.

felix 💛 : saidd I'm all up in my feelings. doubled up on thsi shot got me feelingng some typa way, told you I hate yxu I don't mean it

you : felix? are you okay?

felix 💛 : nnow my current situation. tryin not to tjink of you, not to breakk the rules. felix 💛 : why it always happen when I get thsi way? felix 💛 : jsut can't stop myself so baby tonigght im blowing up urr line. I got you on my mind felix 💛 : the truth is hard to find so ill be felix 💛 : drukn txeting felix💛 : drunkk textnig Felix 💛 : drunk texting ypu

his texts took you by surprise. it wasn't uncommon for him to get drunk or to text you when he was drunk, but you found it odd that he was texting you after your argument. as "sunshine and rainbows" as Felix was, he was stubborn. just like you. it got difficult at times but you both managed.

felix 💛 : intoixciated felix💛 : thwts when I thinkk of ypu the most felix💛 : dont wnna be without you, 'cause im on the liqquid courage felix💛 : hope thsi shit is worth it, 'cause if it aint then its all bad bad bad felix 💛 : so baby tonight, im blowinnn up ur line felix 💛: I got you on my mind felix💛 : so I'll be drunk texting drnuk texingt drunk texting you felix 💛 : i lovveee you baby and imm sorry felix💛 : they're extedning the tour, I won't get to see you felix 💛 : you're pulling me deeper and deeper, I try to get out but I can't stop felix💛 : i'mm so sad. I luv you 💟

kim seungmin - "hrs and hrs - muni long"

seungmin was one of the oddest people you'd ever met. which is why you fell for him almost instantly. when your brother, jeongin, introduced you to his best friend, you could've sworn there were hearts in your eyes. the man was beautiful. not only that, he had such a unique personality that contained a certain duality like none other. you'll admit, it hurt your feels when at first, seungmin practically ignored you. he refused to speak to you and would always shut down whenever the conversation went back to you. that was until he'd confessed with shaky hands and a bouquet of flowers. he admitted that he wasn't the best with words and was nervous around you because he was afraid that you'd think he was weird or annoying (which wasn't possible)

although, dating seungmin wasn't much different. he still wasn't the best with words or expressing his feelings. seungmin was unpredictable. sometimes, he'd go weeks without telling you he loved you and he'd usually bully you in an affectionate manner. to anyone else, the two of you would look more like rivals than a couple. other times, usually after a tour, he'd shower you with gifts and remind you he loved you every day of the week. despite it all, you knew he loved you, whether he reminded you or not.

today was one of those days. the days where he was affectionate. he walked into your shared apartment, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. you greeted him from the couch as he released himself onto the couch; placing his head on your lap which was his signal for you to play with his hair. tangling your fingers in his hair, you asked him about his day, the members, their promotions, etcetera. when he turned the conversation back to you, you zone out while rambling about your job and friends. you glanced back down at him and caught him staring up at you with his notorious puppy dog eyes. "what're you thinking about?" you giggled.

"i could do this for hours, sit and talk to you for hours. I wanna give you your flowers, and some champagne showers. before you came into my life, I didn't like talking to people. I preferred to keep to myself or to the members."

your heart melted at his words, “when you do what you do, i’m empowered. you give me a superpower. together the world could be ours. you sit me up on the counter, instantly it’s thunder showers, storming for a couple hours. when we’re finished , take a shower.” you watch as his face breaks out into a blush as you reminisce but he quickly replaces it with a smug grin.

“usually don’t like nobody, and when i say nobody i mean nobody. all these girls full of shit, you’re just a friend once you don’t spoil them. felt like giving up on love. these girls almost made me quit..” his voice trails off before he continues speaking softly, “then i met you. when i met you, i knew this was it. i’d never been in love like this. a love like ours, i pray for it on my knees every night for some hours and hours and hours. you're pulling me deeper and deeper, I try to get out but I can't stop.”

you removed your hands from his hair and placed them on either side of his face, holding his cheeks as you looked into his eyes, “I could sit and talk to you for hours, sit and look at you for hours, makin' love to you for hours, layin' on your chest for hours, tellin' you jokes for hours. holdin' you close for hours and hours and hours.” he breaks out into a grin, his eyes somehow twinkling despite the closed curtains of your apartment.

“you’re so annoying.”

“i love you min”

he groans, huffing, “i love you too. sometimes”

yang jeongin - “vanish - giveon”

yang jeongin. there’s no one way to describe him. he has so many aspects, both good and bad. one of his more negative aspects was that he was just like you. usually people would be ecstatic to find somebody so similar to them, it was like dating yourself!

unfortunately, you dating yourself wasn’t the perfect blend. and that was evident in your relationship with jeongin. it wasn’t that he’s not a good boyfriend, he was one of the best on the market. he paid attention to your interests, cared for you, took you on countless dates, and spoiled you relentlessly. however, amongst sharing positive traits, you shared negative ones too. it turned out that jeongin was just as hot-headed and stubborn as you were when it came to arguments. and tonight's argument was the embodiment of just that.

of course, no couple wants to fight or argue. as natural as it is, it's just unruly and it brings unpleasantness to the relationship. however, the way you and jeongin argued was just.. not normal. because you both were stubborn and had way too much pride, it took time for one of you to be able to admit that you were wrong. but you both also knew you couldn't live without each other. was it toxic? yeah. but did you love the thrill of it? hell yeah. like a majority of your arguments, it began over something small. in all honesty, you'd already forgotten what it was, but it turned into a huge commotion. something was different about this argument though. maybe it was too much pent-up anger, or annoyance. maybe it was the fact that neither of you really knew how to communicate your feelings. you weren't sure. but this argument escalated way higher than it had to. so here you were, standing in the living room of your shared apartment.

"well, im sorry that everything isn't always fucking up to par for you." jeongin shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. that wasn't true. he knew it and you knew it. now he was simply throwing out words out of anger. "as if! I'm always putting up with your bullshit!" you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. that also wasn't true. you knew it and he knew it. another one of your shared bad traits? blaming. and not communicating. at some point in the argument, you realized you weren't even really mad at jeongin. you were mad at everyone else. coworkers, friends, family. if anything, you were mad at everyone but jeongin. but you couldn't admit that. not while you were this deep; your pride simply wouldn't let you.

"my bullshit? im sorry you're so conceited that you think you can do no wrong." he spat. at this point, the two of you were simply shouting pointless insults at each other. they weren't even actually true, they were just.. angry words. "god I hate you. sometimes I wish you'd just vanish." you regretted the words the moment they left your mouth. sometimes, you wanted the exact opposite. sometimes you wished that everyone else in the world would disappear and you'd be left with only jeongin. only then would you be truly happy. you scoffed once more, turning on your heel and walking into your shared bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you.

because jeongin had as much pride as you, he refused to chase you. he decided that he'd simply wait for you to come out and talk to him. but that didn't happen. he lounged on the couch and waited. and waited. and waited. before he knew it, two and a half hours had passed. you showed no sign of coming out and he missed you. a lot. he huffed before walking over to the bedroom door. he knocked before speaking softly, "baby? are you awake?"

no response. he knocked once more, "hello?" through the door, he heard the loud clicking noise from your phone that indicated you were texting someone; so he knew you were awake. "will you come out? or at least unlock the door?" no response from you yet again. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for getting upset with you and I'm sorry for everything I said." he sighs as he sits on the floor besides the door. "you said you hate me and you wish I would vanish. okay, you love me, baby, I speak your language. sayin' things you don't mean to someone that means the world to you. you see what I mean?"

you slowly stand from the bed, listening intently to his voice through the door. even in the worst circumstances, his voice was the one thing that could soothe you. you lean against the door, listening to him babble on. "i say, I hate you, too, and I wish you would vanish. but, babe, I love you and I think you understand it. sayin' things I don't mean to the one that means the world to me. you see what I mean? sayin' things I don't mean, girl, you mean the world to me." when he silences himself, you open the door, poking your head out.

"I'm sorry. I can be a hypocrite, i got stuff to work on, you got stuff to work on. but, we're gonna, we're gonna make it work. I didn't mean any of what I said. I love you, innie." you whisper as tears begin to brim your eyes. clearly you both had a lot to work on, but you'd work on them together.

he smiles, showing off his dimples, "I love you more."

a/n : oh. my. gosh. you would not believe how long this took to write. this had way more words than it needed to 😭 Hanji's part took way too long but also I kinda love how it came out?? Felix's part intentionally had spelling errors, but I hope they were coherent enough!! idk, give me ur reviews !! laterrrrr

[daemour]

Welcome to the official post of the 2023 Ghib li collab! This year is much smaller but no fear! All the stories are just as good. :)

And without further ado, here is the masterlist ^^

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@flurrys-creativity

-Title: Above the clouds

-Genre: Romance, S2L

-Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Reader

-Fandom: Seventeen

-Movie: The wind rises

-Warnings: tbd but definitely including an earthquake

Summary: Ever since he was a little boy Seungkwan loved the sky. After being encouraged by his late teacher, he moves to the big city hoping to become a pilot one day. Though after getting hurt during an earthquake when he saved you his dream vanishes into thin air. Ready to give up and move back home, Seungkwan didn't expect to meet you again - and he didn't expect for you to be the reason he didn't give up on his dream.

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@tamburins

-Title: TBA

-Genre: romance, forest fantasy au, werewolf au (kinda), mid smut

-Pairing: jaebeom x reader

-Fandom: Got7

-Movie: Princess Mononoke

-Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of gunshots, animal hunting, sexual themes

-Summary: After much consideration, Jaebeom decides he is ready to welcome you into his den.

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@daesukiii

-Title: Flower blossoms and Spilt Coffee

-Genre: fluff, one sided e2l, light angst

-Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

-Fandom: Stray Kids

-Movie: Kiki's Delivery Service

-Warnings: none

-Summary: A witch has moved into town, and you don't know how to feel about it. He's exceedingly nice, but he's opened a plant store and sells all manner of them, even flowers. Your own little flower shop will soon go out of business, especially since he's somehow situated right across from you.

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@sanjoongie

- Title: Love will find you when you're not looking

- Genre: romance, angst, smut, love triangle

- Pairing: San x Nari (OC) x Seonghwa

- Fandom: Ateez

- Movie: My Neighbor Totoro

- Warnings: mentions of illness, heartbreak, cheating!

- Summary: moving into the countryside had two purposes: one, to put Seonghwa in a state-of-the-art facility to see if there's a chance he might survive this illness, and two, so that you could enjoy your life while being without Seonghwa. What you never pegged was how magical the forest was surrounding your new home and finding comfort within it.

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@ani-untitled

-Title: Very (Very) Far From Home

-Genre: romance, fake dating, angst, drama, fantasy

--Pairing: Chenle x Lucy (OC), Chenle x Jisung (platonic)

-Fandom: NCT

-Movie: Howl's Moving Castle

-Warnings: none

-Summary: When an unfortunate encounter transports Lucy to a foreign country, she discovers that she has suddenly been embued with magic that she has absolutely no control over. Searching for a way to rid herself of her new powers, Lucy finds herself at the mercy of a mischievous and wealthy noble by the name of Zhong Chenle and his talented yet clumsy wizard friend Park Jisung. In return for their assistance in getting rid of her powers AND getting back home, Chenle approaches her with a question...

"Lucy Marshall, would you go out with me?"

[mujindx]

it's been a long day. he loves his job, but being whined at by injured cats and trauma-dumped on by dogs who think their owners hate them every time they leave the house really takes a lot out of him. turns out, humans are often shitty pet-parents.

who'd've thought?

while the veterinarians at the clinic are there to perform the tasks they've been trained to do, mujin's knowledge of all species, and his ability to speak to them, simplifies the whole process. however, what the docs and other clinical staff don't realize is that he is the one who deals with the psychic damage from all of this. he's the only one who knows how these adorable little beats think, and feel.

he's the only one who hears them.

the amount of times he's had to deliver bad news is becoming kind of excessive, and while he realizes that's literally just part of his job, it still sucks to see his loved ones suffer. after all, animals, by nature, are innocent. many of them will never harm or bother you unless you provoke them. so, witnessing their trying times and misfortunes hits him harder than when a fellow human being faces similar fates.

is that a little fucked up of him? sure, but mujin doesn't really make excuses for it. in his honest opinion, the animal kingdom feels much more like family than those he shares district x with. there are some people he holds close to his heart—his mom and dad, other creature-hybrids, the few friends he's made here—and there are some who just... don't really matter, and his bandmates in devil's asphalt are individuals he doesn't really know where to place.

there's jisung, who he loves, and there's nari, who hates him, and jihu, who he sometimes forgets is even there, and then there's jaeyong.

oh, song jaeyong. he's the hot one. he's tall, and beautiful, and he's got that charming-yet-crooked smile that's equal parts punchable, and kissable. he's the one the crowd eye-fucks the entire time he's standing beneath those often shitty stage-lights, the type that look like they're about to fall and crush everyone below any second.

mujin agrees with how attractive he is, even though he'll never be someone who feeds his ego. its clearly already eaten way past its fill. for some reason, jaeyong's decided to confront him about his admittedly horrible attendance record, and he won't like, he's equal parts annoyed and intrigued. "do you think i have time to sit on my ass and send a message while i'm at the clinic?" he asks, standing from his seat; still clutching his drumsticks in both hands.

"i get here when i can, okay? besides, we're all just volunteering our time for this. it's casual, you know?" it's pretty dismissive, but he's just being honest. it's hard for him to take anything seriously. "just let me vibe. m'here to have a good time. i practice my parts during my downtime and days off. all you have to do is keep up with me. that's all." he knows it's not that simple, he's mostly being facetious, and it's only because he wants to irk jaeyong a little bit.

what can he say? he's sexy when he's mad.

"you having a hard time doing that, or?"

⎯ ✂ ⎯ flop ⎯

on the list of things jaeyong loves, devil's asphalt is pretty high on the list. to be fair, the band has gone through multiple iterations at this point, with jisung as the only real staple, but still. he loves playing guitar, and he loves the stupid band.

does he love the people in it? well. that's a different story. to be fair (2), jaeyong isn't really a lover. he is way more, as they would say, a fighter. but this group is pretty fun overall. despite nari's grouchy attitude, and jihu's wet cat aura, he's been enjoying the new lineup after the previous one crashed and burned.

there is one problem, though: park mujin. their drummer.

don't get jaeyong wrong, he's good at the drums. if he wasn't, he wouldn't be in the band anymore, because he is always late to practice, if he even shows up at all. jaeyong is also not one to take much outside of his training seriously, and he doesn't think he takes music that seriously, but he does just want to play some fucking tunes. that's pretty hard without a drummer. they can play some acoustic stuff for fun, but if they want to stick to the devil's asphalt sound, drums are a necessity.

as they're wrapping up yet another rehearsal mujin was late to, but that he was kind enough to grace with his presence eventually, jaeyong pauses. he considers the course of action for a moment ��� thinks about how to approach the situation. he doesn't particularly want to make it a big ordeal, but he does want the dude to actually show up, so it'll probably take a balance.

"hey," he calls to mujin eventually, as he puts his guitar in its case. "i'm gonna need you to start...at the very least, coming to practice. or like, text one of us if you'll be late or can't come. it's really hard for us to play when we spend half of practice wondering if we're going to have a drummer for the day or not." for as confrontational as the words are, they're calm and relatively amicable. for now.

⎯ ✂ ⎯ @mujindx ⎯

[multifandom-re-write-01]

Relationship with NCT Dream

WinWin and Nari were actually the main ones who took in Renjun after he entered SM

Nari knows what it's like living in a foreign country, how difficult, frustrating, and annoying it can be, so she wanted to help him - especially since he came alone at such a young age

Many late-night conversations about what Renjun has superstitions on (ex: aliens); Nari would listen to him and add in her input when necessary - but also conversations about their life and struggles they may be having

They like to meet up every once in a while to do some Art things to de-stress and catch up

One of Nari’s biggest protectors - if something goes bad towards Nari, he’s there to help and defend her, especially from Sasaengs. He is one of the members who gets to see her emotional, sensitive side, so he gets very defensive and protective when someone says something rude about her - or to her

They can also be very savage towards the other members much to the members’ dismay

She is lowkey the reason why he became the savage person he is - she made sure to raise him to know to not let people's opinions deter him on his goals and happiness (she is very proud of it)

A lot of gossip and teasing spoken through Mandarin kkkk

His eye-smile makes her smile back instinctively and happily, showing her own eye-smile

A very soft sibling duo (though to be honest, if Doyoung is involved, then they’re basically a cute small family jdhkgjbg)

Genuinely finds him very funny and is ready to scold the other Dreamies if they keep teasing him about being ‘nojam’

There are many cases when he would call her, or she would visit him late at night when he can’t sleep the night before NCT goes on a variety show due to his anxiety and worry of not being funny :(

Nari is basically Jeno’s #1 fan; making sure he gets all the support and love he deserves - especially since he’s the type to keep it all in if he’s feeling hurt

Jeno really appreciates and cares for Nari, so if she’s in any danger/harm, he’s ready to protect her no matter what - one of her bodyguards, in a way

He likes playing the guitar for her even though she knows how to play the guitar

Although he may not express it a lot, he really looks up to her and is always looking to her for approval and love and support - which she gives him wholeheartedly

The most stressful child out of all of the members

Always up to mischief, being cheeky and savage - but you know what? Nari is always there to snap back and humble him down FAST hehe (one of the reasons why he loves her; is because she can fight back and most of the time beat him)

Very clingy towards Nari, always crying out, “EOMMAA!” when something doesn’t go his way

Although she’s the mother figure to him, at the same time, she can also play around and do pranks with him - that’s when his eyes shine with hearts and admiration towards his mother-figure

Haechan to Doyoung: This is why Noona is my favourite, and why I listen to her more than you

But in all seriousness, he can go to her when he’s feeling down or is struggling with something - like when he had insecurities about his tan skin, she was there to cheer him up and be more confident in his own body. And if someone messes with him, she's always ready to throw hands and fight someone and let her cold exterior truly come true

We barely see Haechan get angry or upset, though most of the time whenever he’s in that mood, it’s because somebody was messing with his Noona

Although she jokes a lot about what a troublesome child he can be, whenever hate comes his way, she is ready to fIgHt someone - as in, Mama Bear swoops in, ready to attack

Jaemin's natural loving personality really captured her attention the first time they met

Yes, she was in a loving family, she knew how to love, but through Jaemin she really learnt what love and care was - he is a whole other level

He is one of the reasons that made her soften up throughout the years and not seem too scary to almost everyone

He also inspired her to help more in charities and donations, so you would see them together participating for UNICEF and other charities together

Nari is one of his main muses when it comes to photography - he loves taking photos of her and editing them to perfection

One of his pillars and main supporters when he was on hiatus; Nari was always contacting him, updating him on what NCT are doing and the plans, making sure to encourage him to be patient and that they were all waiting for him to get better

Jaemin is actually one of the few younger members that Nari can lower her guard around, and be vulnerable with

There’s just that special connection between the two since the first time they met

One of her other cheeky kids

You know how Chenle looks up to Taeyong when it comes to the rapping/performance area? He is the same towards Nari

Really looks up to her - because she’s basically the main person who helped him after he came to Korea with a lack of knowledge of the Korean language, and because of how badass she is

His mother is very grateful to Nari for looking after her son - and would actually nag Chenle and be like, “You listen to your second mother when you go to schedules together, and look out for her as well -”

Chenle is always visiting her to give his mother’s hot pot since she’s half-Chinese and misses the food every once in a while

You know how Chenle barely shows to the other members that he’s struggling with something, or feeling down? Yeah, well, that’s cuz he shows that side to Nari only - especially in the beginning when he first came to Korea; cried a lot and was scared, so he would always lean on Nari in those times - especially since she could speak his mother tongue, it was easier for him to express his heart to her

So whenever Nari struggles in something, it breaks his heart, and he will want to help her/protect her no matter what

He likes buying things for her even though he doesn’t need to - would just be minding his own business walking around the shops or something, and he would see something and be like, “Ooh, I’m gonna buy that for Noona.” and just buy it on a whim to give to her. She does the same to him - their other duo nickname is, 'Rich Mum and Son'

NARI’S BABYYYYYY

Basically raised him since the day they met on his first day at SM despite the language barrier in the beginning

Whenever he needed help - whether it be for evaluations or daily life, he would go to her

Back when he used to go to school, she would always be there ready to pick him up from school to head to practice, buying him snacks along the way

He was actually one of the people that helped Nari with her dancing when they were trainees - so if you ever wonder how she became good at dancing even though she started at SM, you have Jisung to thank hehe. He also tries and helps her with her Korean like he does to Chenle - sometimes they would have mini Korean classes together, the three of them

Jisung really grew up under his biological family and Nari’s love and support, so you will actually see some small characteristics he kind of picked up on from Nari if you look closely

Because of this close attachment, he really worries/cares/protects her passionately as he would for his family - so in the Mind Camp, he also mentioned that he works/lives for his family and Nari, who has helped raise him in the idol industry

Jisung is basically her son, so she is ready to do anything and everything for him just like he would for her - the two are very whipped for each other.

Masterlist

NCT 127 // NCT Dream // NCT U // WayV // SuperM // Other Male Idols

[totalbetty]

Home Invasion || Park Jisung

AU | robbery au pairing | OC x high-school!Jisung genre | enemies to lovers, forced proximity; fluff & angst word count | 14,7k trigger warning | strong language, suggestive content, mentions of blood, mild depictions of violence (please let me know if I'm missing anything!) network | @kflixnet @neoturtles

description | Park Jisung and Choi Nari hate each other— she thinks he’s a playboy and he thinks she’s uptight. Unfortunately, they’re neighbors… with bedroom windows perfectly aligned beside each other. When Nari spots strange men breaking into Jisung’s house one night, it’s up to her to put aside her disdain for the player next door.

Masterlist!

01。❝ the player next door ❞

Tuesday, 3:41 p.m.

Oh god, there he goes again.

Nari sat on her desk, watching the boy from her window. He's in her direct line of vision, but he didn't notice her. Or he's purposely pretending she didn't exist— which was a good thing because for the most part, she did the same.

She never asked for her bedroom window to align directly with Park Jisung's window. When he moved in last year, she never anticipated the sheer infuriation this boy would cause her.

He spun on his chair as a girl came into view. Nari rolled her eyes— right on cue. They both still have on their pretty beige uniforms, almost like a scene from a drama. She scoffed at the fact that they have such aesthetically-pleasing uniforms, while her all-girls high school uniform's a dull shade of grey.

The girl in Jisung's room walked slowly towards him, putting her hand on his shoulder as he sat, looking up. She watched in disdain, the way his lips move. She didn't have to be in the room to know he's seducing the hell out of her.

As much as she hated the boy, it's his choice how he chose to live his life. She's just mad that she was somehow always present while he goes about his player ways. She wondered if that girl knew just the amount of other girls he had brought to that same room to flirt with and seduce. At this point, she had already lost count.

She redirected her focus back on her sprawled textbooks. All she wanted was to focus on her homework, was that so hard? She buried her head into her books, furrowing her eyebrows as she willed herself to finish her task at hand.

However, Nari's curious. Before she knew it, her eyes were up again, boring into the window across from her. She's surprised to find that the boy wasn't in frame, but the girl was, and she's staring at Nari.

Again! All the girls he brought over, they do this— they come over and look at her like she had committed a crime against them. The girl's face was contorted into a bitchy scowl, not breaking eye contact even though Nari's staring right back.

Feeling increasingly awkward, Nari pushed up the rim of her glasses and looked back at her textbook, rolling her eyes. She bet it was his fault. She bet he told them all sorts of vile things about her, things that are not true just so the girls would look at her like this.

"Nari, come down, we're leaving now!"

She heard her mother call her from downstairs and she leapt from her chair, a little relieved for a reason to avoid the stare-down she was receiving. She skipped down the stairs and to the front hallways where her parents were waiting with their luggage.

"I wrote down all the emergency contacts and stuck them on the fridge for you, okay?" Her mother looked at her with a smile on her face. "Are you sure you're going to be okay alone?"

Nari rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah mom, I'm not a baby."

"Alright," her mother sighed. "We'll probably be back from the wedding either tomorrow night or two days from now. Call us if anything happens and if you don't feel safe just call—"

"—call Jisung for help, yeah I know."

Much to her dismay, Jisung and Nari's parents were pretty friendly with each other. She thought it's because both parents were often away from home and like to make sure their kids have someone nearby in case anything happens. It's absolutely ridiculous; what could possibly happen, anyway? Maybe the boy could choke on pizza or something— one could hope.

She definitely didn't need him to protect her, either. When has she ever asked him for help?

Well... She cringed internally as she remembered one instance— a creepy man had shown up on her doorstep and she called Jisung in a panic, telling him that there was a serial killer in front of her house. Safe to say, he was not a serial killer, but just a man who had lost his way in an unfamiliar neighborhood and needed directions.

"Also, there's a pie in the oven," her mother said as they opened the front door. "Share it with Jisung, okay? Poor boy's probably only had takeaway these past few weeks, his parents being away on a business trip and all."

Nari nodded mindlessly as she watched her parents walk away to their car. At the same time, she heard a door close shut from next door. She looked over and saw the girl from before, sashaying down the front path with her little skirt swinging behind her. The girl looked back once and for a brief moment, they made eye contact and, again, it was unpleasant.

That was fast, Nari thought.

"Bye honey!" Both her parents waved from inside the car.

She waved back politely and watched as they pulled out of the driveway and down the road. As soon as their car disappeared from view, she turned around and walked back into the house with a slight spring to her steps. As an only child, people assumed she got lonely when her parents weren't around, but she felt the opposite. She loved having the house to herself, it felt indescribably peaceful.

If only she didn't have to share that peace with the obnoxious boy coming in and out of her view.

She plopped back onto her desk chair, ready to resume her work when she spotted movements from her peripheral view. She looked up and gasped— there he was, pacing his room while tossing a tennis ball in his hand, and he's shirtless.

Heat travelled to her cheeks and she immediately looked away, but not before she got a good look at the high school boy. How could a boy his age be in such good shape? The afternoon sunlight hit his toned torso perfectly, highlighting his athletic build.

She shook her head, trying to relieve herself of the mental image. See, this is another thing she hated about the boy— he's always shirtless! In the morning when she's getting ready for school, he's shirtless. At night as she's putting on her skincare routine, he passes the window with only boxers. Even when she's trying to focus on her favorite TV shows, he's semi-naked!

It felt like she was fighting against herself, pushing her neck not to look up. No, she's not going to spend the rest of her afternoon craning her neck down just so she doesn't have to see him. She stood up, collecting her things in a rush before stomping out of her room.

Down the stairs she went, until she reached her dining table. She spread out her things and sat down, making sure that she wasn't facing his house because she knew well enough that her patio doors also provide her with a perfect view to his living room.

It sucked that both their houses were so exposed to each other, but there was nothing she could do about it. She's stuck living next to the player.

Ugh, fuck Park Jisung.

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02。❝ noise complaint ❞

Tuesday, 7:09 p.m.

It turned out that studying in the living room was a good choice. For the first one and a half hour, Nari studied with little to no distraction. After that, however, she began to notice movements from the standing full-body mirror right by the dining table. She hated the placement of the thing because she could see directly into the living room next door. It wasn't a problem before when there was no movement, but now the movements were continuous.

She stood up, adjusting the mirror so that it no longer faced the next door's interior and instead faced part of her dining table and the hallway leading to the front door.

She figured this would do, but a few minutes proved her wrong; she could hear loud chatter and excited screams from the boy's house and she immediately caught on— Jisung had friends over. She tried to ignore the loud video game noises but as time moved on, it began to feel like the boys were actually in her living room.

Eventually, she slammed her pen against the table, standing up. She spun in her spot, glaring at the scene before her: there were about five different boys, all huddling around his mounted TV, yelling at it like it could understand them. Almost immediately, she spotted the familiar head of disheveled, light brown hair sitting amongst his friends.

Can he not? When he's not destroying her bedroom view with his sensual escapades, he's ruining her homely peace with this testosterone fest? She's not allowing it.

She marched towards her patio door but stopped when a flashing light on her oven reminded her of something— her mom's pie.

Nari stood there for a moment, contemplating whether she should actually give the pie to Jisung. It's not like her mom would know whether she gave it to him or not, but she didn't want to finish one entire pie on her own either. She huffed, opening the oven door to retrieve the pie with mittens.

She walked out of her patio door, unlocking the little picket fence that separated their two houses (she never understood the design of this, aware that this essentially means their houses were connected) before making her way to his glass doors.

She knocked carefully, suddenly self-conscious of the fact that there were a bunch of boys just a few steps from her while she looked like a bloody mess, still in her uniform from today. Luckily, her knocks were only loud enough to capture Jisung's attention and none of the other boys.

He turned around and surprise flashed through his eyes for a sliver of a moment before it turned into a skeptical look. He got up from his sofa and jogged over to his door before opening them. She caught a whiff of his detergent as he stared down at her.

"What?"

"Do you mind keeping it down? I'm trying to study."

"Of course you are. Do you ever do anything else? Like I don't know—" he shrugged— "smile, maybe?" He looked down at her uniform. "Or shower?"

This imbecile—

"Why are you holding a pie?"

She was shaken from her thoughts as she looked down at the baked goods in her hands.

A smug smile curved on his lips. "Did your mom make that for me?" He tutted. "She's always been so sweet—" his lips curled into a scowl— "I don't know what happened to you."

In an attempt to save face, she forced out a little scoff— "don't flatter yourself, this pie's for Mrs. Katsuki. I just came here to tell you to lower that damn thing."

He looked skeptical, but rolled his eyes— "whatever."

With his eyes still on her, he yelled, "Chenle!"

A boy with dark, frizzy hair turned around, giving them both his attention. Nari's head tilted past Jisung and into the room to get a glimpse of the boy. He's handsome, this one. Pretty, full lips and magnetic eyes. She almost forgot about the boy standing in front of her. When she looked back up at him, his eyebrows were deeply furrowed. He looked down at her and scoffed mischievously before turning to face his friend. "Yo, turn up the volume."

She almost audibly gasped at his command for his friend. She felt the heat increasing in her chest and she fought the urge not to pie him in the face with this literal pie. Too frustrated to even talk, she groaned and spun on her heels to leave him behind. She marched back into her house and placed the pie roughly on the counter.

She wanted to kill him, she really did. She wanted him to fall out of his window and break something. In fact, she's surprised it's never happened before, given that he uses that tree in between their house to sneak in and out of his bedroom window like the rule-breaking, disrespecting idiot he was.

Whatever. She collected her wild array of books from the dining table and onto her hands before climbing up her stairs, away from the brutal gunshot noises. Maybe she did need a shower— not because he said so, but because she deserved a break.

Yeah, she needed a break.

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03。❝ window show ❞

Tuesday, 9:23 p.m.

Sure, she said she was going up to take a quick shower before resuming her studies. But here she was, swiveling on her chair with a crinkled document in her hand and a highlighter balanced on her ear.

Believe it or not, she really tried. With one hand gripping her notes, she brushed her teeth with her eyes fixated on the important information. After she was done with her pre-shower rituals, she told herself it's time to put down the notes. She did so, and went to the bathroom.

She stripped out of her blouse, but paused because— what was that third point from the current account deficit section again?

Page 127: she saw the page from her textbook in her head, having memorized it word for word, but that one part in the bottom corner of the page, what did it say?

Her lips pursed and she turned around, walking out of her bathroom and back to her desk. She leaned over, scanning the pages anxiously. She finally got to the page and her eyes darted to the bottom corner. Her heart eased as she read the words; it's the paragraph about the outflow of foreign direct investments and portfolio investments— yeah, she knew this.

She tiptoed back into her bathroom, slithering out of her skirt. She tested the water and waited for the warmth to hit. She was about to step into the shower, but hesitated— that one reviewer the teacher gave last week, was it in her backpack? She remembered how the teacher warned that its materials were important for the exam.

She scrunched her nose because she knew she hadn't looked at it since. This is bad.

Little droplets of water adorned her skin, but it wasn't important right now. She shivered as she walked back into her cold room. She searched through her backpack, heart skipping as she dug for her reviewer— Aha!

For the next twenty minutes, she paced around her room with her pen handy. She went over the notes twice, nitpicking every little detail she had wrong. By now, her shoulder-length raven hair was disheveled, but she didn't notice.

She would've gone on like this for another hour, but her phone dinged from her desk. She tilted her head at it curiously. Who could be texting her? Nobody ever texts her, especially at night. She picked up her phone, assuming it's her parents trying to text for updates.

But it wasn't.

It's an unsaved number, but she knew exactly who it was. It's the only number in her chat list that she never saved. She opened the chat with a scowl on her face.

+82 24-0205-1122:

if you want my attention

that bad, just say it

What the hell was this boy going on about? She typed in a response:

Nari:

Excuse me?

+82 24-0205-1122:

not complaining tho

+82 24-0205-1122:

you still haven't showered

huh

Nari:

I already showered dickwad

She bit her nails as she stared down at her screen. He didn't need to know she was lying.

+82 24-0205-1122:

wow

+82 24-0205-1122:

didn't peg you for a liar,

choi nari

Nari:

What makes you think I'm

lying?

+82 24-0205-1122:

well for one

+82 24-0205-1122:

you took off your uniform

almost an hour ago and

you've just been pacing your

room in your underwear

As soon as the words flashed on her screen, she felt her heart drop. She lifted her head up slowly towards her window like in the horror movies right before the girl sees the crazy psychopath that ends up stabbing her to death.

There he was— leaning against his chair, feet propped up on the desk. He was chewing bubblegum, a smug smirk already evident on his face as his eyes glazed upwards directly at her.

She yelped, ducking down behind her desk like her life depended on it. With her mouth agape, she punched letters into her keyboard furiously.

Nari:

YOU PERVERT

Nari:

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN

WATCHING ME???

She looked up from behind her desk and he was laughing. She never wanted to strangle anyone so badly before.

+82 24-0205-1122:

yo relax

+82 24-0205-1122:

it's not like i've never

seen you naked before

What?

She brandished a middle finger at him, but he seemed unfazed. Her phone lit up with more text messages and she looked down at her phone again.

+82 24-0205-1122:

you should do it more often

actually

+82 24-0205-1122:

study in your underwear

+82 24-0205-1122:

at least then my view

wouldn't be so boring

Nari:

Shut up

+82 24-0205-1122:

tit for tat, bitch

+82 24-0205-1122:

you think i don't see you

checking me out every time

i walk past the window

Luckily her head was, for the most part, covered by her chair; she blew deep breaths, trying to get rid of the heat rising to her cheeks.

Nari:

I've never checked you out,

stop being so full of

yourself

+82 24-0205-1122:

right

+82 24-0205-1122:

whatever you say babe

Nari:

I'm done talking to you

Nari:

Bye

+82 24-0205-1122:

;)

She tossed her phone on the table, feeling a new type of livid. As she crawled shamefully into her bathroom, she only had one thought—

FUCK PARK JISUNG.

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04。❝ speak of the devil ❞

Wednesday, 01:13 a.m.

The only light Nari had was of her warm white desk lamp and it illuminated the words of her textbook like a fever dream. She was huddled up on her chair, her bare legs pulled up against her chest. The house was dead silent, as it should be considering that she was alone.

She tried to focus on the words, but by now they looked like random words thrown in from the dictionary. Normally when the words started to look like random mumbo-jumbo, it's because her brain was too tired to function.

This time, however, she was wide awake. The gears in her brain were still ticking, but they were ticking for something else— a distraction in the form of the playboy next door.

Her eyes glazed up at his window.

Pitch black. He must be asleep.

Her jaws tensed as she remembered her earlier text message with the boy; the grip on her pencil tightened.

'It's not like I've never seen you naked before'.

She racked her brain, trying to recall if she had ever walked around her room in her underwear before. She had never given it much thought until now, but as soon as she did...

Oh god.

She groaned, dropping her forehead on the desk. There was that one time she spilled hot tea on herself while studying but was too lazy to get a new shirt, so she just took it off. Then that other time the water heater broke while she was taking a shower and waited in a towel while her dad fixed it. Hell, she tries on new clothes in her bedroom all the time!

When was she not walking around her room in her underwear?

She sat back up, glaring into the opposing window like there was anything to see at all. What was his problem? Do the girls at his school know how much of a pervert he is? She tsked— of course they do, but they would probably like that, huh? That school's filled with a bunch of horny animals—

For a fraction of a second, she caught movement at the corner of her eyes and stopped her train of thoughts. She followed it down to his living room area, the one with the glass patio doors and big windows. The big tree was blocking her view a little, but she could see into his living space from her bedroom window.

Speak of the devil— she watched his silhouette move around in the shadows. What was he doing up at 1AM? She knew she was up studying, but what was he doing?

She leaned further against the table to get a better look, just as Jisung walked closer to the windows, letting the moonlight hit his features.

Only now, she was 100% sure that was not Jisung at all.

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05。❝ the break-in ❞

Wednesday, 01:17 a.m.

Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest.

Who the hell is that?

The more she tried to convince herself that it was Jisung, the more she knew it wasn't. The man was beefy, his broad shoulders like boulders by his big, round head. Definitely not Jisung— wait, what the fuck?

Another man had appeared from the shadows, standing next to the first guy. He was a little leaner, slightly taller. Alright, this guy looked a lot more like Jisung— wait no, this guy has long hair. The two were talking to each other stiffly, their bodies never moving unnecessarily.

They disappeared into the house for a moment and left her leaning against her desk until her forehead was pressed against her cold window, so much so that when the two men finally came back into view, she noticed something about them she didn't notice before— they were wearing black gloves.

If the two strange men standing in Jisung's living room weren't enough of an indication, their black gloves were a sure giveaway.

Jisung's house was being robbed.

Her chest tightened, strands of hair falling to her face as she stared agape at the scene before her. Was this actually happening?

Is this a dream?

She felt helpless as the men slowly pulled away from the window and out of sight once again. Their absence shook her out of her stupor; she jolted up from her seat, rushing to her nightstand where she kept her phone charging.

She snatched her cellphone— ah shit, was it not charging this whole time?— and immediately unlocked it. She dialed the familiar three numbers before pressing her phone against her ear.

It didn't take long for the person on the other end to pick up; she peeked out of her window curiously as the person on the other line said, "112, what is your emergency?"

"Hi, u-um," she stuttered, only realizing her voice was partially shaking. "I think someone is breaking into my neighbor's house."

It sounded so strange coming out of her mouth, it still didn't feel real. The two men came back into the frame and her legs were weak again. The lady on the other side was calm, however. "Alright, how many of them are there?"

"Two, there's two of them," Nari blurted with an unstable tone.

"Can you see their faces?"

"No I can't, it's really dark and—" she cut herself short when a third figure appeared, gasping— "wait, there's a third guy."

"Alright miss, did you see them enter the house?"

"N-no," Nari replied, feeling a little rant come out of her. "I've just been studying a-and I look down and they're suddenly inside the house."

"Do you know how many people live in your neighbor's house?"

"Yeah, this boy, he's alone because his parents are away."

"Has he been alone all day?" The officer inquired professionally. "Did he have any suspicious visitors?"

"Well, he had some frien—"

Oh my god.

Are those just his friends?

Her head felt light with partial relief and horrible embarrassment. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry but I think they might just be his friends— he had some friends come over and they're probably staying over, I didn't know, oh I'm sorry for wasting your time—"

"No problem, miss, you did the right thing. Don't hesitate to call if ever you have concerns about your own safety or the safety of the people around you."

Nari felt her cheeks flush— "thank you, officer."

"I'm going to hang up now. Good night, miss."

"Good night, officer, a-and thank you—"

A loud, constant beep told her the line was cut. She sighed, her shoulders feeling awfully tensed.

Did she seriously just call the police because she thought Jisung's friends were burglars?

She rolled her eyes, dropping her phone back on her desk as her eyes wandered back to the boys in the living room. What the hell were they doing, though? Why the hell were they wearing gloves?

At this point, it was too hard to focus on her studies and she decided to call it a night. She stood up and began organizing her books neatly on the corner of her desk. Just as she finished putting her things away, she heard a very subtle click from outside the house.

She looked out and down at her neighbor's house to find that the boys were now exiting Jisung's patio door. What are they doing now? She squinted, leaning forward to get a better look at them. However, she didn't even have to lean too far as the guys walked closer in view; they tugged at the fence lock and before she knew it, they were on her property.

Unlike Jisung's patio area, Nari had dim overhead lighting, giving her patio a faint glow. It was enough for her to witness one of the guys reach for her door and attempt to open them. What the fuck?

The hairs on her skin began to rise as she, for the first time that night, actually got a good look at the men at her patio.

They were not Jisung's friend.

Her heart jumped to her throat as she immediately scrambled for her phone again. This can't be happening— the men looked so much bigger under the clearer lighting, and even from their stance alone she could tell they were not high school students.

Now that she knew this was not a drill, her body wasn't responding well; her fingers shook vigorously as she tried to unlock her phone. Her vision darted between her device and the three men outside.

She watched as the man up front gave up trying for her door. They turned around and before she knew it, they were gone inside Jisung's house.

Fuck. This is bad, this is bad, this is bad—

Her eyes landed on the pitch-black bedroom window from right across hers. He's in there, probably sleeping like the clueless idiot he was.

There was a weird lump in her throat and it felt dry.

What if they hurt him? She did not want to be responsible for anything that happened to him.

She opened his chat for the second time and texted.

Nari:

Jisung

Nari:

Jisung wake up there are

people in your house

Nari:

They're robbing you

Nari:

Jisung for the love of

god answer

She tapped her thumbs against her screen, each second eating at her mercilessly.

Nothing.

She dialed his number, placing the phone against her ear as she bit her nail. Come on, come on, pick up! She groaned, just in time for the beeping sound on her phone to cease. She looked at her phone curiously and—

Her phone's dead.

Great! The idiot probably has no idea what's going on and she's the one panicking. The men had disappeared back into his house; they're probably dismounting the TV on his wall or something.

She needed to warn him now. But how? She stared at his window, willing him to somehow wake up. Ugh, wake the fuck up! She wanted to go there and strangle him herself, see how he'd like that—

She paused, a new idea popping into her head.

She could sneak into his room.

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06。❝ into the playboy's den ❞

Wednesday, 01:20 a.m.

Nari stared at his window, a tight knot in her stomach.

How hard could it be?

Her window was perched open and she was crouching on top of her desk. The night air blew past her and into the bedroom, causing her to shiver— both from the cold and the fear. The frosty air nipped at her skin, as she was only wearing shorts and a tank top underneath her large jacket.

No time to change, she thought as she balanced herself on the ledge of her window, eyes fixated on the big tree that bridged the two windows.

Every once in a while, her eyes darted back down to Jisung's living room to make sure nobody would spot her hanging out of her bedroom window like a bloody idiot. Slowly and stealthily (or as stealthy as she could be), she extended her leg towards one sturdy branch, grabbing another closer branch and pulling herself off of the window.

Oh my god, this is happening.

She looked down instinctively and immediately looked back up. Nope, too high. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. The boy does it all the time! The amount of times she would catch him climbing up this very tree to sneak back into his room while she was studying— she had memorized his steps by now.

Her eyes flickered open and she studied the branches in front of her. She pictured the steps he took, the way she would silently curse him out as she watched him navigate the trees with such ease. She grabbed more branches, ducking over hanging leaves, her bare feet slightly sore from the rough surface of the tree.

Surprisingly, picturing the boy in her head like a reference actually worked; before she knew it, her feet had landed on his thin window ledge.

She leaned herself against the window, terrified that if she didn't she'd fall down. Her hands felt for the window handle. Please don't be locked, please don't be—

Yes!

The window slid up with ease. She crawled on his table before landing on the ground with a soft thud. His room was dark as ever, but now that she was inside, she could make out the furniture better than she could from her room.

It was exactly like how she pictured it: pile of laundry in the corner, bag tossed carelessly under his desk, basketball peeking from under his bed, several badly-placed posters and a stack of instant noodle packages by his bedside table.

She was still shivering as she tiptoed closer to his bed. She couldn't see him at first, but as she approached the bed, she finally could. He was out cold, sleeping on his stomach, cuddling a pillow (she snorted internally— look at that rose on his pillow, not such a player now, huh?). Her eyes travelled down his lower half, which was covered by his duvet— of course he's shirtless.

She swallowed as she placed her knees on the side of his bed. She began nudging him, the urgency of the situation suddenly creeping back to her.

"Jisung," she whispered, pushing at his toned back.

Seriously? She crawled further onto the bed, nudging him harder. "Jisung, if you don't wake up right now I will slap the living hell out of you— wake up!"

After her constant hissing, he finally shifted in his position, groaning. She leaned back apprehensively as the boy turned around. The moment his eyes registered her existence, he furrowed his eyebrows in complete bafflement— "yo, what the fuck—"

He pushed her back in shock and her legs began to lose balance over the bed; she almost fell backwards when the same hands that pushed her grabbed her flailing arms, securing her with another hand around her back.

His grip pushed her forward and back to him, almost up against his bare chest. Oh god. She forced herself not to freak out from the limited space between them.

"Nari?"

His morning voice, oh my god—

"Why the hell are you in my room?" The boy's eyebrows were knitted in confusion— "how did you even get in my room—"

Her eyes widened. "Get up—" she shimmied herself out of his grip, standing up as she dusted her jacket urgently— "we have to get out of here and call the police, there's someone downstairs in your living room and I saw them from my window, and I tried to call you but you didn't pick up so I had no choice but to get you myself—"

Her voice trailed away as she watched him stand up skeptically.

"What?" She hissed at him; why was he looking at her like that?

The boy scoffed; she pretended she didn't just catch his eyes wandering along her body before looking back up at her.

"Are you crazy?" He whispered. "You don't think I would've heard if someone was breaking into my house?"

Her mouth hung open in exasperation. "Uh, yes. Did you know how hard I had to nudge you before you woke up? You'd think I was kneading dough or something."

Jisung shook his head, poking the inside of his cheek in disbelief— "you know, I always knew you were a strange girl, but this, this is new, Nari. How'd you like it if I snuck into your room while you were asleep—"

"—hold up, you think I wanted to sneak into your room?"

She watched him pause, his eyebrows raised.

His silence was answer enough; she groaned in frustration— "oh my god, I'm actually done with you. You can just stay here and I'll go—"

"Fine," he interrupted, "if you're going to be so uptight about this then why don't I go downstairs and check it out—"

She spun around, panicking— "wait NO—"

CLANG!

A loud clattering sound echoed from the interiors of Jisung's first floor. The boy jumped, taking a few steps back until he was next to an equally alarmed Nari.

"Holy shit, there's someone downstairs."

"Now you believe me?" Nari snapped. "We have to get out of here—" her eyes trailed down his torso again— "and put on a damn shirt."

Jisung rolled his eyes; he reached for a sweatshirt in his closet and put it on. She gave him a side eye as she climbed back on top of his desk. "You sure those are clean?"

He tutted indignantly— "just go, for fuck's sake."

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07。❝ no pie for you ❞

Wednesday, 01:29 a.m.

Nari peeked out of the window and down to the first floor. It was hard to see anything going on below, but she hoped that the lack of sounds meant the men weren't anywhere near them. She extended her hands, gripping onto the tree once more as her legs followed.

As she climbed on, she felt the tree shift slightly from his weight. She turned around briefly to see him standing right behind her, balancing on a branch slightly lower than hers. Even in a daunting situation like this, she couldn't help feeling insecure at the fact that she was wearing extremely short shorts and the pervert probably had a clear view of her backside.

It felt like her heart was on hold as she carefully moved through branches.

"Can you hurry up?" Jisung's low voice hissed behind her. "In case you forgot, we're climbing a fucking tree because there are burglars in the house."

"Calm down, you idiot, I don't want to fall—"

As soon as she said the words, her right leg slipped on a particularly thin branch; her hands barely held on as she let out a little yelp. She expected herself to fall, but a warm hand wrapped around her upper torso, pulling her back up against the tree.

Holy crap... Her breathing was ragged as her arms clung dearly onto the tree. His arm was still around her, and now she noticed that he had them under her jacket, pressed against the thin fabric of her tank top. His hands were dangerously close to her—

Heat rose to her cheeks as she used one hand to slap his big arm in disgust— "Get your hands off of me, what the hell!"

She could hear him scoff from behind her. "So you wanna fall?" He threatened. "Is that what you want, because I will drop you—"

He loosened his grip around her and she instantly felt herself slip downwards; she yelped, her free hand now clinging onto his arms as she whisper-screamed, "oh my god stop, wait, don't drop me—"

His arm tightened around her again and she felt her body lifted effortlessly. Her hands scrambled to hold onto the steady wood, her legs feeling for a sturdy footing. She took deep breaths, the aftermath of her near fall clearly still affecting her erratic heartbeats.

After a moment, Jisung pulled his hand away, hovering slightly over her as he said, "hurry up, you're slower than my grandma."

"You jerk."

A few fearful steps later, she managed to climb back through her window, landing on the sweet, stable floor of her bedroom.

Jisung crawled in closely after her, landing gracefully.

Nari took her dead phone. "My phone's dead so we'll use my home phone to call the police." They both walked quietly past her bedroom door and down the stairs.

Nari tiptoed into the living room, peeking sneakily out into the patio area and over at Jisung's place. When she couldn't see anybody, she walked into her kitchen area where her landline phone was situated. Jisung walked casually behind her like none of this was happening at all.

"You said you were going to give this to Mrs. Katsuki."

She barely spared him a glance as she picked up the telephone; she knew he was referring to the now-cold pie on her kitchen counter. "Well, I changed my mind."

She lifted the phone to her ear, but couldn't hear the tone. She looked down at the machine to find it wasn't plugged at all. Seriously? She ducked to try and find the cable; it must've fallen. She could hear low munching behind her.

"Are you eating the pie—" she glared at him as her hands reached out to the floor— "stop eating the pie, you pig!"

He had stuffed a big piece into his mouth. "Your mom's a great cook, how could I not—"

"Well my mom didn't make it for you so you better get your hands off of the pie," she snapped— where was the goddamn cable?!

"Someone's literally breaking into my house right now and you won't let me have a bit of pie?"

She rolled her eyes. "Stop being such a baby, it's probably your fault you're being robbed, I bet you forgot to lock your door or something."

"How stupid do you think I am?" He retorted.

There was a brief pause before she heard the boy scoff beside her. "You know, you're one to talk— your patio door's literally open."

She whipped her head to see what he was talking about.

He's right— her patio door was slightly ajar.

But it shouldn't be.

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08。❝ double invasion ❞

Wednesday, 01:32 a.m.

Nari could barely process the new information when a barely-audible shuffling echoed from further down the inner hallway. Their eyes snapped in each other's direction, alarm written across their faces as subtle footsteps sounded from the hallway, coming closer.

Before Nari could say anything, Jisung beat her to it—

"Hide!"

Jisung scrambled behind the sectional sofa by the mounted TV. Nari was further away by the kitchen island and could barely leave the area when she could hear, clear as day, deep murmurs fill the room; she had no choice but to duck behind the counter, just in time for the footsteps to finally cease from the other side of the counter.

"No cars here either— don't think anyone's home." A deep voice reverberated throughout the first floor, sending shivers down Nari's spine.

Nari's hands were clasped on her wooly jacket, her nails digging into the fabric as she blindly listened to the intruders. She forced her back closer to the wall of the counter, holding her breath and praying that they do not find her.

She swallowed hard, ears peeled as rough shuffling noises ensued somewhere on the other side. Where's Jisung?

Slowly, she peeked over the edge of the counter, giving her a direct view of the sofa that was laid just by the mounted TV. She was surprised to see his head already peeking from one side, his ruffled hair covering part of his eyes.

Nari watched as his eyes darted between her and something on the other side of the counter, which she knew were the intruders.

"Jung still over at the next house?" One voice asked.

"Yeah, second floor."

She cringed at how close their voices sounded— if not for the kitchen island, she'd be dead meat. She focused her attention on her neighbor... who was waving at her?

She gave him a quizzical look as his hands reached out from behind the safety of the long sofa. She adjusted the bridge of her thick-rimmed glasses, watching as the boy began moving his fingers questionably. He made a fist with his hand, then pointed to the left with his pointer finger— was that a finger roll??

Fuck you, she mouthed as she flashed him a middle finger, annoyed at his ridiculous attempt at hand signals.

Jisung dropped his hand immediately, mouth agape in offense. Nari simply rolled her eyes, ready to hide back behind the counter when Jisung's alarmed expression caused her to stop—

"Oh shit, this pie looks delicious."

Nari gasped internally— not the pie!

She furrowed at Jisung's sudden change in demeanor; he was frantically beckoning her, eyes wide. It took her a lucky split second to realize what it had meant for her— with her heart pounding against her chest, she crawled from behind the kitchen island, just in time for the burglars to walk over where she was once just crouching behind.

Her eyes threatened to close as she forced her limbs forward towards the boy. Just as she neared the sectional sofa, she felt a pair of hands pull her with force until she was safely behind the barrier-like furniture.

At this point, Nari was surprised the burglars hadn't caught on to her wildly erratic breathing; she clasped her palm over her mouth, struggling to control her breathing.

"Stop with the pie, will you?" The gruff voice reprimanded. "Did you check upstairs?"

"Mmm—" the sound of the burglar's munching caused Nari to scowl— "not yet."

"Go check out the master bedroom, I'll dismount the TV."

The two teenagers looked at each other instinctively, uncertainty flashing before their eyes as they eavesdropped on the criminals' conversation. They listened carefully as one pair of footsteps walked straight past the sofa and down the front hallway.

It took them a few other haphazard noises for the previous conversation to finally dawn on them both: almost simultaneously, their heads drifted to their side, looking up at the seemingly ginormous mounted TV that stood right beside them.

"Fuck—" Jisung cursed under his breath; his quick reflexes kicked in, one arm grabbing Nari's wrist before dragging her past the sofa and towards the main hallway. Nari almost tripped on her own feet as they switched from crawling to speed-walking in a crouched position.

Jisung headed straight for the front door by the stairs, her heart doing backflips as they neared the entrance—

They both noticed it at the same time: a pair of sodded boots stomping down the stairs, one agonising thump after the other. Jisung didn't waste a second, he pulled her hand as he rerouted them back where they came from, darting towards a secluded door in the corner by her dining table.

Oh my god, they'll see us, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—

Luckily, Jisung dragged them successfully into what Nari finally recognized as her laundry room— well, almost successfully.

Nari was in the middle of letting out the biggest sigh, when the door behind them closed shut with a cringingly loud bang. She whipped her head back in horror as the same deep voice from outside boomed: "What was that?"

Oh fuck.

"Lock the door!" Jisung hissed, gesturing desperately at the door handle behind Nari.

Nari felt her heart drop as she remembered one tiny detail about her laundry room—

"This door doesn't have a lock."

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09。❝ forced proximity trope ❞

Wednesday, 01:41 a.m.

"What?" Jisung hissed.

Outside, Nari could hear the muffled voice of their intruder— "Yo Hyun, 'that you?"

Nari's eyes darted frantically across the room, the air seemingly getting thinner as the walls of her tiny laundry room closed in on her— "oh my god, we're dead, this is it, they're gonna kill us—"

"Shut up!" Jisung snapped at her, spinning around in his spot as he scanned the uselessly cramped space. Moonlight spilled into the room from the small decor window— fuck, too small for them to fit through. His vision then rested on a closet space in the corner of the room, halfway closed by a dull, frilly curtain. The boy turned back to her— "get in."

"What?" Nari's voice came out shaky; she didn't know if she was hallucinating the footsteps that sounded like they were coming closer.

Jisung groaned, pulling her in— "just do it."

The tall boy pushed them in, closing the curtain behind them. Nari gave him an incredulous look, staring at the curtain with distaste. "Are you serious? This thing's translucent, they'll see our silhouettes!"

"Do you have a better idea?!"

Nari rolled her eyes, looking down at the few piles of laundry stacked neatly into baskets that separated the two of them. She mentally cursed herself for leaving these out here for so long, giving them less space in this small closet. However, another split second gave her a last-minute, almost far-fetched idea.

She looked up at the exasperated boy, fear and desperation etched in her eyes. "Dump the laundry."

"What?"

"Dump the laundry on the ground—" she scrambled to sprinkle her piles of laundry on the ground— "we'll hide under the clothes!"

Jisung tsked. "Are you serious?"

"Just do it," Nari growled.

Before she could take out the second batch of laundry, his hands stopped her— "wait."

She snapped up, ready to curse him out for being uncooperative when he suddenly instructed, "lie down."

What??

"Do you trust me?" He whispered, hands still clasped around her wrist.

Her eyes were bulging by now. "I think that's a big, fat fucking no—"

"oh my god, just—"

He pulled her in, causing her to trip over a lump of clothes and right against him with a slight yelp; he anticipated it, wrapping his arms around her before spinning her so that he was now slightly hovering over her. "Just get down."

She had lost control of her own footing, slowly letting him lower her until her back touched the floor. Before she could even protest, he straddled her thigh, shutting her up almost instantly.

"Grab more clothes," he commanded; she nodded helplessly, reaching for the remaining clothes as he leaned down to her, now hovering closely on top of her. "Put the clothes on top of me." Without warning, he laid down on top of her, almost knocking the air out of her lungs before letting her adjust to being under him.

They were finally moving in sync: they grabbed the laundry that had spilled around them haphazardly and even beyond the closet, spreading them anxiously on top of them to cover them from view— more specifically on top of Jisung— until the boy finally whispered, "okay, done."

As if the universe timed it, the second they established a position, the door to the closet door swung open. Nari fought to keep her breath steady, clamping her eyes shut as she felt big hands by her sides, the evenly-distributed weight falling over her protectively.

Eerily calm bootsteps prompted her eyes to glisten with tears, but Nari held it in. After a few dull thuds, the footsteps stopped. Nari held her breath and just like that, she heard the curtains draw back with a painfully shrill shred.

The world around her stopped, and in that brief, outstretched second, she focused on the warm torso that was pressed against her, feeling the short strands of ruffled hair tickle her forehead.

The short moment was broken by a baritone chuckle. "This family must fuckin' hate laundry day."

Once again, she heard the curtain slide to a close, the solemn steps tapping the floor until it faded away into the living room.

Her heart weakened, the muscles in her body loosening so much so that she felt she might just simply pass away.

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10。❝ confessions ❞

Wednesday, 01:53 a.m.

How long had they been staying like this?

Head buried into the crook of his neck, legs intertwined, arms wrapped tightly around his torso. Just half an hour ago, if you would've told Nari she'd be in this exact position not shy of an hour later, she would scream. But now, she was holding onto him for dear life, convinced that any movement would set off the burglar to kill them both.

Nonetheless, both teenagers knew they couldn't stay in this position forever; when the silence around them matched that of pin-drop silence, Nari slowly released the boy from her arms, letting his palms press against the floor on either sides of her before pushing himself— and a ridiculous amount of clothes— off of her.

He leaned against one side of the closet, inhaling a large amount of fresh air as Nari lifted herself as well and propped herself against the opposite side.

It was strange, but she couldn't look him in the eye. It was true that the whole our-houses-being-robbed scenario should've cancelled out any other preceding emotions, but she found herself too out of breath and out of courage to look up at him.

That was until he broke the silence. "Are you okay?"

She looked up at him, cringing at how loud his voice came out, even though she knew well enough that he was whispering. She nodded slowly, surprisingly calmed once she actually made eye-contact with him.

He shifted in his spot— "we have to get out of here."

"Are you crazy?" She retorted. "The guys are probably still out there!"

"What—" he cocked an eyebrow— "you wanna stay in here until they've left with everything we own?"

She stayed rooted in her spot, crossing her arms together. "It's better than getting hurt, asswipe."

The boy sighed in frustration, sitting back in between her fresh laundry with a little tut. "Has anyone ever told you how unbearably uptight you are?"

"Has any one of those girls you brought over ever told you how much of a fuckboy you are?"

She expected him to frown, but instead, he let out a cocky scoff. "Are you jealous?"

"Please—" she rolled her eyes, exaggerating it to make sure he could see it even under the dim lighting— "I couldn't care less."

"Well, generally speaking, a person who 'couldn't care less' wouldn't be staring into my window every opportunity she gets."

She gave the boy an incredulous look, annoyance brimming in her chest— "you think I want to see all the abominable shit I see every day? I rinse my eyes with bleach every day because of you."

"Whatever." This time he rolled his eyes, looking away; maybe it was the pale lighting, but she thought she saw a sliver of hurt flash through his eyes. Why did she feel bad about going off on him?

For the first time, she didn't like the silence.

It felt weird that he wasn't coming up with an insult to try and provoke her. She opened her mouth to try and throw another jab— anything to fill the silence— when Jisung pressed a finger against his lips, nudging her by the knees. "Shh— be quiet."

She felt her heart rate derail again as muffled bangs and shuffles filled the air; she didn't know if her erratic heartbeat was because of the fact that there were literal burglars ransacking her home at this very moment, or if it was because his warm hands were gripping her lower thigh.

As soon as the random noises died down, she slapped his hand away, fearing that it might've been the reason her breaths were falling short. He leaned back against the wall, his blasé attitude apparent even in the dark.

"Have you always been this uptight?" He casually asked.

She scoffed. "Have you always been such a player?"

The boy let out a dry chuckle— "seriously, you hate me because you think I'm a player?"

What? She didn't hate him. She was only now realizing how often she actually claimed to hate him, but she didn't actually hate him. He never cared anyway, right? Her eyes were furrowed, an uneasy feeling brewing inside her. She looked up at the boy, one eyebrow cocked in anticipation, and she almost cackled— why did she care? Maybe she did hate him."You don't think you're a player?" She rebutted. "Do you know the amount of girls you bring home—"

"What makes you think I hook up with them?"

"What in the world are you doing with them, then? Gossiping about who has a crush on who?"

"Well, have you ever seen me hook up with any of them?"

She scowled in disgust, "ew, why the fuck would I want to see you—"

"Come on Nari, neither of us have curtains— which is a mistake on both our parts." He tilted his head, his expression challenging. "But if I were hooking up with every single girl I brought over, wouldn't you have seen it at least once?"

She wanted to wave him off, throw in another snide remark, but she realized then that he did have a point. In the entire year she saw him with girls, she never actually saw anything go down.

She sighed, rolling her eyes— "okay, fine," she conceded with disinterest. "Then why do they come over?"

"It's part of my foolproof plan of getting girls to stop hitting on me," Jisung shrugged.

"Sure, because you haaate the attention—" she nodded sarcastically. When she noticed his casual, winning face, she raised her eyebrows skeptically instead. "You don't think doing that does the opposite of what you're trying to achieve?"

"No, once they come over, I just tell them I have a girlfriend."

He has a girlfriend?

She tried to ignore her internal thought. "And you have to bring them home to do that?" She remarked.

She watched as he leaned closer, a feigned look of contemplation forming on his face. "Girls in my school, they're kinda thirsty, and they don't take no for an answer. Simply telling them I have a girlfriend doesn't really cut it either." He paused, a playful smirk replacing his previously nonchalant expression— "but I discovered after I moved here that if they actually see my girlfriend, it turns them off pretty fast."

Nari sighed, her patience obviously wearing thin. "Is this story supposed to make sense?"

Jisung cocked an eyebrow, leaning back almost in exasperation. "You know, for someone who buries her head in books 24/7, you're kinda dense."

The puzzled look on Nari's face prompted Jisung to get to his revelation.

"You're my girlfriend, stupid."

Nari's heart skipped a beat— God, she didn't know her heart could even do that.

"E-excuse me?"

"Yeah—" Jisung grinned— "genius, right? How could these girls make a move with you right over there shooting daggers with your eyes?"

As realization hit, Nari gasped; she began kicking his shin with her foot— "is that why those girls always look at me like I stole their boyfriend or something? You dick!"

Jisung chuckled silently, blocking himself from Nari's kicks. "Well, in this case, you are stealing their potential boyfriend."

She tsked, watching his glorious expression with a sign of resentment etched on her face. Still, though, watching the way his eyes crinkled as he flashed her that gorgeous smile, the way his messy dark hair was ruffled above his gleaming eyes— she couldn't help but feel bad for making assumptions about him.

She leaned back against the wall, feeling her heart flutter as she whispered, eyes down. "I don't mean to be so uptight, you know."

She looked up at him briefly to see that his expression had changed; it no longer held any smugness or cockiness, but he was just simply looking at her with curiosity.

"It was just weird," she continued, "seeing you with so many girls— and after that, it made me feel if I was nice to you, I'd be one of those girls."

She fiddled with her fingers awkwardly, struggling to say what she wanted to say; she looked away, mumbling, "and I don't hate you, even though you're a cocky loser."

She could hear his low chuckle before she looked back up at him.

He smiled. "Hey, those girls could never compare to you— you're my girlfriend, after all."

This time, she felt her cheeks burn up. She glowered at him playfully, taking a random mess of clothing before hurling it in his direction— "in your dreams."

The boy swatted the clothes away from him, a single strap draping over his arm and landing on his elbow. When Nari's eyes finally adjusted to what she was seeing, she swore her heart did a solid backflip, landing butt-first with a painful thud.

There it was, hanging off of his arm— her black laced bra.

"You know—" he took the undergarment in his hands, lifting it for her to see— "you looked hot in these."

"Jisung!" She swatted the bra from his hands, feeling her cheeks tint red from embarrassment— when did he see her in these?

The boy was unfazed, throwing her a suggestive look. "You should wear them more often, walk around while you study— you know, spice things up."

Nari rolled her eyes once again— "pervert."

Her lips were so close to forming a smile, but a loud engine whirring into their airspace snapped them both out of their little bubble, bringing them back to their rather alarming reality. The two immediately recognized the clattering mess of noise to be the one and only atrocious, beaten-down Toyota that their neighbor from across the street drove.

Nari groaned in annoyance; Jisung let out a frustrated sigh. Together, they mumbled in agreement: "Mrs. Katsuki..."

The two looked at each other lazily, but as if their eye contact created a huge beacon-like lightbulb above their heads, they gasped in unison—

"Mrs. Katsuki!"

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11。❝ mrs. katsuki ❞

Wednesday, 02:04 a.m.

"Through the window—" Nari gestured— "call her through the window!"

They both stood up in the closet space, Jisung peeking out carefully. He was relieved to see that the burglar had closed the door of the laundry room, making it safe for them to come out from the messy closet.

"Can this thing open?" Jisung asked.

"Yeah, yeah, hold on—" she slipped past him hurriedly towards the tiny window. She fiddled with the lock until finally, a faint little click sound signified the window was unlocked. She pushed it open, forcing her head and part of her shoulder out through the tiny space.

Just as she'd expected, Mrs. Katsuki was stepping out of her car. For someone her age, Nari was surprised the lady wasn't using a walking cane, much less driving that beat-up car. She held a big tote bag on one shoulder, the other holding her car for support as she tried to waddle around the vehicle and into her house.

Nari cleared her throat, mustering whatever courage she had left to call out to the elderly lady from across the street.

"Mrs. Katsuki!"

Her heart jumped in its place, cringing at how loud her voice sounded. Her neighbor, however, was none the wiser; she kept walking, slowly but surely disappearing behind her car. For a split second, Nari's fear of losing Mrs. Katsuki overcame her fear of the robbers—

"Mrs. Katsuki!"

The air in her lungs held its place as Mrs. Katsuki finally stopped. She felt Jisung pressing himself against her, trying to peek out as well.

The old lady turned around slowly and began scanning her surroundings until finally—

"Oh, Nari!" Mrs. Katsuki's raspy voice greeted rather crisply. "What a pleasant surprise, I don't often see you around—" she squinted as she began making her way back from the front of her porch— "my, is that Jisung from next door? What are you doing over at her home so late at night?"

Without a second to waste, Nari yelled out, "Mrs. Katsuki, there are burglars in our house right now! Please call the police! We're staying in the—"

"Sweetie, you're speaking too fast, I can't hear you," she interrupted, taking curt steps forward obliviously.

"Police, Mrs. Katsuki," Jisung called out from behind Nari, "please call the police!"

Nari felt her heart thumping violently against her chest; Jisung's deep voice should've done it, but Mrs. Katsuki remained perplexed. "Why don't I come over, since you kids don't want to greet me by the door."

"No!—"

Thump!

A loud thumping noise shut her up, forcing her to pull the window shut and duck down in panic; Jisung verbalized what he knew the both of them were thinking.

"Fuck, this is bad."

"If Mrs. Katsuki knocks on my door, they'll know."

Jisung ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to rationalize the situation. "She might not even knock, she's expecting us to greet her there, right?"

Nari closed her eyes, feeling her insides squirm as it dawned on her what they had to do. "We have to make sure she doesn't knock."

The two stared at each other. Nari gulped anxiously at the thought of going out and possibly facing the intruders. But they had no choice now, right? Her eyes deepened into his features, a slight mix of fear and determination somehow giving her the momentary push she needed.

Alright, here goes nothing.

She opened the laundry room door, careful not to cause any creaking as she slowly pulled it open. She peeked her head through the crack she had made, scanning the room swiftly. She had expected at least one of them to be doing whatever burglars do during a home robbery, but the place was surprisingly still.

She took this as an opportunity to slip out of the laundry room, finally. "Come on—" Nari beckoned at the boy behind her.

Without looking back, she tiptoed onwards, letting the familiarity of her own home guide her. She rushed swiftly down the front hall until she made it to her door, which wasn't too far away.

"Alright, let's go—"

She turned around and felt her heart fall to the floor.

"So you're the lovely homeowner."

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12。❝ a delicate dilemma ❞

Wednesday, 02:09 a.m.

The first thing Nari noticed was the big kitchen knife pointed at her.

The man towered over her, the grim smirk on his face an evident sign that nothing good was going to come out of this. Every fiber of her being was screaming at her to run, but she stood motionless. Her eyes glanced desperately behind the man, watching for any signs of Jisung, but there were none.

"Where were you hiding, sweetheart?"

She gulped, too horrified to answer his question. Instead, her eyes flickered behind the disheveled man again, hoping to God she would see any sign of that boy.

In the blink of an eye, the man lunged forward and grabbed a big chunk of her hair, yanking it harshly; she let out a cry, throat dry as her eyes brimmed with tears. Before she could scream, however, there was a curt rapping against the door.

The man froze, his hands still curled around her short locks of hair. Her glasses were askew as she held onto her head, a desperate way to console the pain he was inflicting on her head.

"Nari? Are you there?" Mrs. Katsuki croaked from the other side of the door.

The man growled— "who's that?"

"It's m-my neighbor, she- she just wants to talk," Nari stuttered.

The man paused.

Nari could barely let out a breath before he yanked her head again— "ignore it."

He began dragging her by the hair, sending Nari into a panicked frenzy. She heaved terrified breaths, trying to rationalize her situation, find a way out.

"Please," Nari whimpered, "if I don't answer, she's gonna know something's wrong— I was just talking to her."

Nari didn't think the man would actually consider it; he stopped in his tracks, standing still before loosening his grip on her.

She could barely regain her composure when she felt a cold, sharp tip touch the small of her back; the man had grabbed her sweater, reaching under it to tap the knife against her skin— "open the door, and tell her you don't wanna talk. Any nonsense and the both of you are dead. Got it?"

There was no debate— Nari nodded compliantly, blood rushing away from her head helplessly. He nudged her towards the door, forcing her to grip on the handle. She never once dared to look the man in the eye. Instead, she took a deep breath and swung the door open halfway.

Mrs. Katsuki beamed at her, a disorienting sight. The old lady's graying hair was still in its tight bun state, her flowery-patterned blouse resting tautly on the chubby lady. The way she smiled like nothing was wrong, it made her nauseous. That and the fact that her hostage-taker still had his weapon pressed against her back from behind the door.

"Good morning, Nari," Mrs. Katsuki greeted her patiently. "What did you call me over for?"

"Uh, nothing, Mrs. Katsuki—" Nari held her shaking breath— "just wanted to say hi."

The lady straightened her posture, peering curiously behind Nari. "Where's Jisung?"

Nari gulped, suddenly reminded of the boy. "He, uh— he went home, actually."

Mrs. Katsuki paused, trying to peer in again like the curious neighbor she was. It was like she wanted to press further, and ask again where Jisung was, but decided not to. Instead, she said, "alright— well, did you need anything? Your parents told me they'd be away tonight."

Even the brief second pause Nari made was met with disdain by the man behind the door; she felt the cold sides of the knife press against her back— "no, I'm good, Mrs. Katsuki." Nari forced a smile.

"Well, alright then, sweetie. I'll head in now," the lady gave her a warm smile.

Nari forced a smile, paralysed as she watched Mrs. Katsuki turn around and walk away down her porch. Is this it? She's just going to pretend nothing's wrong?

The door began to push against her shoulder; the man was getting impatient. The weight of the door was like the tangible weight she felt in her heart, the fear of what's to come once the door closes. So, she did anything a panicked, teenage girl would do.

"Mrs. Katsuki—"

Nari's words were replaced with a silent gasp; searing pain spread throughout her lower back as a single tear fell down her cheek. The longer she stood, the hotter it got.

She choked on her own saliva, her face of horror unnoticed by a now-distant Mrs. Katsuki, who turned around and waited expectantly.

She had no choice.

"G-goodnight," Nari barely uttered.

Mrs. Katsuki waved innocently and retreated down the main road. The whole scene felt like a nail to her coffin; before she knew it, she was dragged by the collar of her sweater, the front door slamming shut. "I told you no nonsense," the gravelly voice muttered.

The man dragged her back to the empty living room— quite literally. She hadn't noticed before, but her mounted TV was now on the kitchen counter. There were other items from around her house that were now lined up on the counter: her laptop, three phones including her own, a bunch of jewelry she didn't even know her family owned. She looked around her and saw a bunch of her lamps knocked over, her dining table cleaned of whatever little item she had before and her pie— finished.

The man spun her around, making her face him; she finally noticed his dark features, his hooked nose and greasy hair, the way his eyes slit fiercely. "Wait 'till the others see you," the man chuckled darkly.

He then shoved her, forcing her down roughly against her carpeted floor. For some reason, her instincts pushed her to scramble for the patio door, but the man had grabbed her leg, pulling her aggressively towards him.

She let out a desperate cry as he spun her around, her blood trickling messily down her back. "Ple-ase—" she begged in between sobs; she felt rough material graze her legs, and she looked down to find he was tying her up with a rope she didn't recognize.

Nari wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Maybe it was the stained knife he had pointed directly against her throat. Soon, her hands were bound behind her as well. She choked back sobs, a slight throbbing pain on her lower back she desperately tried to ignore.

The man leaned closer, flashing her a wicked smile. He took the knife by her cheeks, slathering the remainder of her blood against her soft skin. "I'll be back, princess. Make a noise and you're dead."

With that, the man stood up and disappeared through the patio door. The moment he was out of sight, the tears brimming spilled; she thrashed on her spot, a helpless attempt at trying to escape.

The patio door was now wide open. It gave her flashbacks to earlier tonight when she first saw the unlocked door.

Jisung must've slipped through the patio door when she was rushing to the front door.

Her heart was pumping blood like it was bleeding out— good for him, she convinced herself. Even though the terrified child in her wanted him right here, she knew it was good that he was out there getting help, right?

He better be getting help.

She closed her eyes, accentuating the stinging in her eyes. The room was silent, except for a low, continuous vibrating hum coming from somewhere on the table. Where was that noise coming from?

As soon as she thought it, another commotion caused her eyes to flutter open; she looked towards the left and saw, to her horror, three men walking through the glass doors. Her heartbeat sped up again, aching as the strangers filed into her home.

However, when she finally realized a fourth figure entered as well, it felt like her heart gave out.

Standing in front of her, clutched by the collar with a knife against his throat: Jisung.

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13。❝ when all hope is lost ❞

Wednesday, 02:26 a.m.

The man had thrown Jisung on the floor next to her. Another chubby, bald man held the stubborn boy down as a lanky, bearded man tied him up.

"What a lovely pair..." The man who had found Nari before uttered, a crooked smile spread on his face as he held the stained knife in his fingers.

All previous hope for help she had before was thrown out the window. However, she'd be lying if she said her heart didn't slow down slightly with ease, now that she could feel part of his back leaning against her. Her eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at the men who were staring down at the two of them.

It was hard to do so, especially when the original greasy-haired man crouched casually in front of her, still brandishing the weapon in his hands. With the knife pointed at her with one hand, he reached for her glasses; she leaned back in fear, eyes shut as she felt her glasses slip out from over her ears.

Without a second glance, the man threw her glasses carelessly behind him, grabbing her face roughly; she squirmed under his vicious grip. Her horribly blurry vision was the only barrier between her and the repugnant man holding her. "You look better without the glasses, princess—" he tugged at her face again, forcing her eyes on him— "look at me."

Nausea creeped in as she stared at the blurry mess of a face in front of her. He chuckled, seeing from the confusion on her face just how blind she was without her glasses. The man merely scoffed, pushing her face away from him as if she was the one who leaned in.

Instead of standing, he continued to observe her, his eyeline slowly trailing down her body. His free hand began roaming her collarbone, slipping underneath her jacket and letting the fabric fall off her shoulders and revealing her bare arms.

He grinned in anticipation, his yellowing teeth now on full display— Nari still couldn't see a thing. Her frown could barely hold in the choking sob she was forcing in; her body tremored, praying that this could be over by some miracle.

"Don't touch her, you fucking creep."

Nari's breath froze; Jisung's deep voice stunned the air into silence. The greasy man whipped his head towards the teenage boy, his hand still on Nari's shoulder. The man scoffed, finally letting go of her with a new target in mind.

This man seemed to be the only one focused on the kids— the other two burglars didn't seem to give a damn; they were categorizing items on the counter, dropping them into bags like the goods already belonged to them.

Dim shadows and the pale moonlight was the only thing she could see. She could barely see the man bend over in front of Jisung. She held her breath, afraid of what was to come—

Like an explosion, the man lunged at Jisung, punching him on the face until he was on the ground; Nari screamed, hollow cries escaping her as Jisung groaned beside her. The assailant growled, agitated by Nari's loud cries.

"Shut up, you bitch!" He reached for her, grabbing her neck furiously; Jisung moved desperately on the ground beside her— "you touch her and I'll fucking kill you—"

The grip around her throat was gone as soon as it came. The other lanky, blurry figure had pulled the man away from her, wrinkling his shirt in between his knuckles. "Jung, that's enough. Get this shit in the van, we have one more sound system to uninstall from the other house."

Jung growled in annoyance, pushing himself off of the other guy. He glared at Jisung, who had managed to sit up against the edge of the sofa.

"Leave the kid," the lanky one ordered.

There was a tense silence before Jung grunted, storming off through the patio door and out of view. The third man, a shorter and slightly fatter one (from Nari's memory) was following suit, but he stopped, glancing at Nari for a second before walking over and crouching before her.

His nasally, pervert-like voice whispered, "I apologize for Jung, he's a dick." The man let out a creepy, high-pitched laugh.

Beside her, she could feel Jisung shift uncomfortably. "You gonna apologize for fucking robbing us too?"

The man looked over at Jisung; for a moment, Nari feared for Jisung, but the man didn't move. Instead, he cackled— "yeah, that too."

"I also ate your pie," he added as he stood up. "Not apologizing for that, though, shit's delicious."

The shorter man didn't wait for a response; he proceeded to walk out behind the lanky man, closing the patio door and leaving the two all alone again.

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14。❝ glistening hope ❞

Wednesday, 02:37 a.m.

The deafening silence amplified Nari's quiet sobs. She choked back the bile in her throat, sniffling as she tried to get a good look at her neighbor, the boy she seemed to hate just earlier today.

"Jisung...?" She whispered desperately, a panicked feeling rising in her chest because she couldn't see him— or anything— clearly.

"Yeah, yeah I'm here, Nari."

Even in this state, she didn't know how his voice sounded so stable, so deep and affirming. At the sound of his voice, she came undone; hot tears leaked down her face, her hiccups coming in full force. "Are you..." she sniffled uncontrollably. "I can't believe you got caught, you dick."

She didn't know how cold she was until she felt warm fingers trying to intertwine with her bound hands. "You really think I'm going to leave you alone with those psychos?"

She wanted to see him, check his face. That punch must've hurt.

"You should've gotten help," she mumbled instead. She cursed at herself for not being able to ask if he was okay, even at a time like this.

"I took a knife, it's in my pocket."

Her breath hitched, a sudden rush of heat spreading through her chest. "What?"

"Can you reach my pocket? There's a knife in it—" he shifted his body so that his sweatpants pocket was next to her fingers— "hurry."

Nari's heart was beating out of her chest; she reached out as best as she could, a horrible feeling that they were coming soon only egging her to search faster. It didn't take long as she soon felt a pocket knife resting on the walls of his pocket. She quickly took it out, feeling with her fingers for a way to open it.

"Here—" Jisung positioned his bound hands so that they were in between the knife— "just cut through it."

Nari didn't have to be told twice— she began pushing the knife against the surface of the rough rope, swinging back and forth with all the energy she could muster in such a position.

God, this is taking forever! Every second felt like a crucial hour, like she was just waiting for the men to come back and beat them both up, real good this time. Her sawing became more desperate; she just wanted this to end—

"Alright, it's cut—" Jisung scrambled on his spot, turning around and taking the knife from Nari. Now that his hands were free, he shifted smoothly, using the knife to cut the ropes binding his legs. It took him so much faster; before she knew it, his hands were wrapped around her fingers, positioning them still so he could cut through the rope.

Her hands were tugged back and forth, the sound of friction like a beacon of hope to Nari. She listened to it like music, her body getting antsy with the desire to escape. However, Jisung suddenly stopped.

A draft of air hit her back— "Nari, are you bleeding?"

She almost forgot about that. He lifted her jacket, moving the material of her thin top. She hissed subtly at the sudden throbbing pain she was reminded of. Behind her, Jisung growled, "fucking bastards."

Maybe they heard it— the patio door suddenly creaked open, sending her heart dropping to the floor. She couldn't do this anymore; she was about to burst into tears. However, Jisung turned around and—

"Chenle?"

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15。❝ game over ❞

Wednesday, 02:43 a.m.

"What the fuck?"

A new and unfamiliar voice echoed coldly in the air.

Behind her, Jisung whispered, "Chenle? What the hell are you doing here?"

The figure was blurry, but she could make out that he was one of Jisung's friends, definitely a high school student.

Chenle's mouth was agape as he moved forward cautiously, staring at the scene. She couldn't see it, but he was mostly glancing at her in utter confusion. "I- I left my phone at your place and I really need it tomorrow. I came to your house and your back door was open so I came back here and— dude, what are you doing to her?"

"No!" Jisung tsked— "we're being robbed."

"What?!"

Before any of them could respond, however, distant shuffling sounds broke their little bubble.

The two boys instantly shared a knowing look, and Jisung pointed at a sturdy vase by her dining table— "the vase."

Chenle nodded, rushing to the empty pot and holding it high in his hands as a weapon. He tiptoed back against the wall, waiting right by the patio door. Jisung hurriedly finished the last few loose strings on the rope, setting Nari's hands free.

Blood was rushing to her head as she scrambled to untie her feet. She tried not to completely freak out when Jisung left her side, rushing to stand on the other end of the wall, opposite of Chenle. Nari spotted the lanky thief just as he walked back into the room with a livid look of alarm.

"Where the fuck—"

Chenle struck first; the slim, metal vase bashed against the lanky, long-haired intruder and sent him crumbling to the ground.

Fuck— she pulled desperately at her feet as the room rose to chaos: she had barely untied herself when a roaring scream reverberated around the walls of her living room; Jisung had lunged at the greasy motherfucker, pinning him against the wall as he landed the man a noisy punch.

Nari turned around and even in her blur, it felt like slow motion, the way the last man bolted her way with rage-filled eyes. Holy fuck— she scurried backwards, pushing her legs as she tried to force as much distance between them two, but he gained on her fast; blood rushed past her ears, her leg raised to kick him off when—

BANG!

Nari screamed; a loud gunshot exploded, turning her legs to jelly as she fell to the ground. The man in front of her, surprisingly, fell too. She stared with ragged breaths as the man before her writhed in pain, groaning as he screamed, "you got me in the fuckin' ass!"

She finally looked up and found four police officers busting into the room, guns drawn as they screamed for the burglars to get on the ground. At that moment, she felt her entire world lighten, and it was like she could breathe properly for the first time that night.

"Nari, come on—" Jisung took her by the arms, lifting her up.

It's finally over.

She breathed a sigh of relief, gripping Jisung's arms tightly. She let the boy guide her as everyone filed out of her house and into the quiet neighborhood street— which was not so quiet anymore.

There was an ambulance and two police cars with their blinding siren lights spinning her into a weird disorientated state; at this point, most of their neighbors were peeking from their front doors in their pajamas."Here—" Jisung interrupted her from her thoughts— "your glasses."

She gasped lightly; "thank you—" she took the bloody thing and fixed it on her face. She took in the now crystal-clear details, eyes immediately darting towards the police cars where their intruders were being led to. By then, two of them were already escorted into the cars. The final guy, the one with the greasy hair, stared right back at her. For a moment she felt nauseous, but the policeman rough-housed his head into the car, and then she felt okay.

Now that it was over, exhaustion began to overtake her. Nari scanned the crowd as an officer led the three teenagers towards the ambulance. That was when she saw one familiar face rush towards them, arms flailing in exaggeration.

"Nari, sweetie, thank God you're okay!" Mrs. Katsuki cried.

"Mrs. Katsuki..." Jisung uttered in confusion.

"Oh—" the old lady fanned her face— "I called the police as soon as I headed home, I was so scared that I was too late!"

"Wait, you were the one who called the police?" Jisung asked incredulously.

Now that Nari gave it a proper thought, neither of the two had called the police (successfully) at any point in the night, so it should've been a surprise that they showed up. Mrs. Katsuki followed them as a paramedic guided her to a seat, lifting the jacket off her back.

"But Mrs. Katsuki," Nari interrupted, "how did you know we were being robbed?"

From her memory, she was 100% sure Mrs. Katsuki was oblivious to the situation when they had that conversation.

"I didn't at first, but when we were talking by your porch—" she shook her head as she clutched her chest— "oh, it was so scary! I saw from the mirror inside your house, the bad man standing behind the door. I thought it was Jisung, but you told me he went home and I panicked!"

Nari felt her heart warm from the look of concern on Mrs. Katsuki. She didn't know what came over her, but she stood up at pulled the lady into a tight hug— "thank you, Mrs. Katsuki."

"Oh—" Mrs. Katsuki blushed, pulling away from the hug— "don't you worry about it, dear."

She looked over at Jisung and Chenle with a motherly look. "Why don't I go check for some of the cookies I baked today, you must be hungry from all that!" Before any of them could decline out of politeness, she had already scrambled through the crowd of people, disappearing from view.

Soon enough, Chenle was called by a police officer for questioning, leaving Nari and Jisung alone with the paramedic who continued treating both their wounds. Luckily, none of their injuries were serious, so it didn't take too long.

Afterwards, an officer came over to tell them that their guardians had been informed of the event, and that they would be escorted to the police station for basic questioning. Honestly, all Nari wanted was to get into bed, and looking at Jisung's scrunched nose, she assumed he felt the same.

The boy looked down at her, a smirk forming on his face. "You ready, babe?"

Nari groaned, rolling her eyes as she pushed the boy away. Even after they've just been robbed?

"I'm kidding!" Jisung defended, draping an arm over her shoulder playfully.

She'd be lying, though, if she said she hated his hand holding her like this. Honestly, she'd be lying if she said she didn't like him at all.

Damn, she thought, the playboy next door's not so bad after all.

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16。❝ the hottie next door ❞

3 MONTHS LATER

Friday, 05:02 a.m.

Oh god, there he goes again.

She rolled her eyes, watching her boyfriend climb up the fateful tree beside her house. She slid up the window, leaning over her desk with her head tilted to one side. "Are you ever gonna use my front door like a normal boyfriend and I don't know, greet my parents or something?"

Jisung flashed her an innocent smile, legs balanced on her ledge. "And miss the opportunity of sneaking through the window like in the movies?"

She tsked, moving aside to let him in. Jisung jumped off of her ledge and safely onto her bedroom floor—"And besides, I just went fishing with your dad last week, I think he's sick of my face."

One thing about Jisung that surprised her was how well he got along with her family. She'd always imagined that her father wouldn't like her boyfriends, but it was evident that he adored the boy, quite possibly more than he did his own daughter.

So much so that her parents never actually mind when Jisung came over for sleepovers, which was exactly what they were doing today. She looked down at the pillow clutched in his hand and chuckled, "what's with the pillow?"

Jisung rolled his eyes, knowing well enough what she was referring to: his favorite pillow, and in particular, the rose-pictured pillowcase he used so much.

"Shut up," he teased as he approached her, "it's from my grandma."

He dropped his pillow on her bed, snaking an arm around her waist under her baggy t-shirt. He pulled her in, leaning down as their lips met. Nari tiptoed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt his arms tighten around her. Slowly, his fingers moved upwards on her back.

She stifled a laugh, pulling away from the kiss and looking up at the confused boy. "Keep it in your pants, will you? We were literally just talking about your grandma."

This time, Jisung rolled his eyes. He cocked his eyebrows, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirked. "Laced bra?"

"What?" She furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"You're wearing the laced bra."

Her mouth fell agape. "No, I'm not—"

"C'mon, babe—" he shot her a skeptical look— "I know my own girlfriend's laced bra, especially when it's my favorite one."

"Just—" she rolled her eyes incredulously, leaning back onto him— "shut up." She pulled his face towards her, smashing their lips together impulsively. He didn't complain; he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer like instinct. Nari couldn't help but smirk into the kiss.

Ugh, fuck Park Jisung.

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Other Stories!

[silkentragedies]

Average at Best 

Angel! Jisung X fem! Demon Reader

1.1k words, Implied Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, inaccurate descriptions of angels and demons(?)

This piece of fiction does not reflect the actions or the real life Han Jisung. Not meant for minors. 

The first thing you sensed even before your eyes opened was the weight of an arm nestling you closer into a warmer-than-normal body. By instinct, you nestled closer into the body, nuzzling your nose into the crook of the person’s neck. They groaned in response, a soft, deep groan that pulled you out of your sleep almost instantly, your brain placing the voice even in the sleepiest of states. Oh, stars, of all the fucking people-

A surprised screech escaped your lips as you scrambled away from the warm body, your own protesting as the blankets fell away from your frame, exposing your bare shoulders and back to the chilly morning air. Now that you’d put some distance between yourself and the offending body, you watched in growing horror as their eyes fluttered open, bleary but quickly coming to consciousness. 

“Holy fuck.” You muttered, and Han Jisung’s eyes lit up with an almost predatory gleam despite his sleepiness, his long, tousled blonde hair only adding to his rakish appearance. “I’m sure I am.” A smirk curled up the sides of his lips as he pulled himself up to rest his back against the headboard, his skin gleaming in an unfairly lovely manner against the morning sun. You would say angelic, but the expression on his face and the purple-red marks that were scattered over the expanse of his skin implied otherwise. You followed the marks from the side of his neck to his collarbone, chest and stomach, stopping at the edge of the blanket that had fallen to his waist. No, not angelic at all. Besides, the tilted halo that was resting against his hair already gave away his ancestry. “Don’t flatter yourself, you were average at best.” You scoffed in amusement, pulling the blanket away from Jisung to shield yourself from the cold as you curled up in the corner of the bed, facing away from him- your bed, thankfully. Jisung would have to be the one to do the walk of shame past your roommates. Your...your very demon roommates oh, unholy stars- Despite yourself, your mind flashed back to the rather...inappropriate events of the night past. Jisung had always found it amusing to flirt rather dangerously with you and then disappear before the nights ran out- but yesterday, he stayed. You remembered how he had sidled up to you in the middle of Minho’s raucous party, hands surreptitiously smoothing over your curves before stopping at your waist in his usual greeting hug. How you’d goaded him into coming home with you- leading to your fingers curled into his belt loops as you pulled his body flush against yours, lips catching each other against your closed bedroom door. His halo had been upright until then, the faint loop floating over the top of his head. “I’m sure the sounds your roommates heard last night proves you wrong.” Jisung scoffed, but you stoutly refused to turn around and face him despite the shuffling and rustling that ensued behind you. That is until one firm yank of the sheets had you exclaiming at the cold that wreaked through your body- Jisung had pulled the blankets back towards himself, leaving you bare to the elements. “Aren’t you angels supposed to be caring and kind? Haven’t you heard of sharing, dipshit?” you hissed, finally twisting to glare half-heartedly at Jisung before pulling the sheets back over your body- But you only found Jisung much closer to you than you expected, his bronze eyes still shining in the sunlight. “We’re not entitled to share anything with liars. Much less demons,” he murmured, still staring intently at you. “Well, it’s not yours to share, Mr Holier-than-thou. You’re in my bed.” You gritted out, resolutely slipping into the blankets. Now, if you could properly ignore the fact that you were nose-to-nose with the angel you’d slept with the night before, his bare skin now brushing against yours at every joint and curve. The ever-present smirk on his face only widened when his other hand slid up your arm, getting a shiver to run down your spine. His ghosting touch was weirdly reminiscent of the night past, only bringing back the memories, each more vivid than before. One would think angels had the highest modicum of self control a being could possibly have. Han Jisung only served to prove that assumption wrong with the way he pushed you up against the door the previous night after nary but a few minutes of your good natured teasing. “If you’re gonna touch me, sweetheart,” he’d murmured against your skin, nipping and sucking the first of many marks onto your neck, “touch me like you mean it, yeah? Or must I show you how?” And the promise behind those words were enough for you to pull him towards your bed, tangled in a mess of teeth and limbs. Demons weren’t the model of self-control to start with- and this celestial being seemed ready to be the reason you lost yours altogether. It was like he had an innate sense of what could make you see stars, using said senses to edge you within an inch of the pleasure you craved, smooth and oh so frustrating. It hadn’t taken you long to break and beg for more, breath leaving your dry throat in gasps and moans. Your breath hitched and stuttered when Jisung’s thumb brushed over the outline of your lips, where remnants of lipstick still clung. “I feel like I should remind you,” you whisper against his finger, “ that you’re in the wrong bed.” “And here I was, thinking you enjoyed having me in your bed.” he eventually giggled, pulling you closer into his chest. A wry smile creeped up your lips, betraying your amusement- begrudging as it was. Even you weren’t immune to the angel’s subtle charms. “As I said, you were average at best.” you laughed, finally letting your body settle into Jisung’s arms, not too differently from how you were intertwined when you woke up. Your fingertips traced over Jisung’s collarbone before resting on his chest, your nose nuzzling closer into his familiar scent. “You keep saying that to yourself, darling.” he grinned mockingly, dropping a kiss against your hairline. “It’s as the law says, opposites always attract.” You smacked his chest lightly, leaning up to stare reproachfully at him. “That still isn’t a good enough excuse for me to be sleeping with a bloody angel!” You giggled, prompting Jisung to let out a quiet laugh as well. “Atleast you won’t have to walk around with physical evidence of dallying with demons.” He sighed as your giggles settled down, waving vaguely at the lopsided halo that flattened his hair. “It’s gonna take a few hours to straighten up again, so I’m stuck here.” “Can’t you get stuck somewhere that isn’t my bed, angel?” you poked his nose, making him blink and scrunch his nose for a second. You couldn’t help but watch in unconscious fascination as his hair slipped over his eyes and brushed against his cheekbones in messy strands, time flowing oddly slow- “You’re looking  at me like I’m fucking Mona Lisa, I think I’ll stay here just so you can admire my glowing beauty and sparkling personality some more.” Your eyes narrowed, before you braced your hands on his chest and pushed him over the edge of your bed and onto the floor, barely stopping the blankets from being dragged down with him. Letting out a loud crow of laughter, you watched as he dragged himself his feet, looking even more disheveled from the tumble, eyes narrowed in mock annoyance. “Like I said, you’re average at best.” 

This was My Pace Jisung brainrot which happened after @decembermoonskz sent me the coolest prompt xD. Here it is:

“What can I say? Opposites attract.” “That is really not a good excuse for sleeping with a bloody angel!”

I enjoyed the banter on this too much pfff- Do let me know what you think! xoxo, A. 

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[sleepylixie]

Genre: Romance (Fluff/Angst), Fantasy AU, Retelling of Cinderella 

Pairing: Crown Prince! Seo Changbin X Assassin! Fem Reader.

Event: Twisted Fairytales series.

Release Date: 11th March 2021

Warnings (for the fic): Swearing, Minor mentions of injury and blood, minor physical fights/roughing up.

“I thought the Opal House was known for being….inconspicuous.” The voice belonged to a gallant-looking young man dressed in the trappings of a prince, his blond hair mussed over the planes of his face. You had given him nary but a once-over when he entered your private balcony, allowing the shadows of the curtains, the cloak and mask hide your features. His voice was a smooth tenor, court-born and court-raised. Your gaze skirted over the balcony railing into the group of people milling about the ballroom, dressed to the nines. There were ladies adorned in dresses made of gold feathers, men with rubies encasing their necks, maids winding their way between the aristocrats in their gold-and-black uniforms. It was a night for revelry- but here you were, with intentions of the definitively nefarious kind. “The chief has 7 of our people tailing yours in the crowd. I’d interest you in trying to find them, but that would be a losing game on your behalf, Prince Han Jisung.” A quirk of Jisung’s eyebrow and a smirk twitching his lips was all you needed to continue.  “I’ve been led to believe you’re here for business negotiations and not a skill assessment?” “Are you the chief, my lady?”

Ah, so the princely brat did have some brains after all. “I have taken up responsibility for this negotiation if that’s what you wish to hear, Prince.” “You must have been Fae in your previous life, my lady,” Jisung sketched a bow to you, a glint in his eyes shining bright as he rose. “You weave the truth to your liking too well to be mortal.” “Take a seat, sweet prince, and tell me more about your proposition.” And so the fair prince sat next to you, sipped on expensive wine with you as he spilt secret after royal secret in the last, desperate bid for endless power- little did he know, he was only feeding poison to a cobra. Behind your mask, a small smile slithered up the contours of your face. Oh, this game would be beyond delicious.

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[pixieminutes]

4th August, 2021 | KSM

genre: fluff, husband!seungmin

members: kim seungmin x reader, bang chan, hwang hyunjin, seo changbin, yang jeongin, lee minho, lee felix, han jisung

warnings: none

4th August, 2021: 10:42

“not too hard!” you gasped out as your bridesmaid, yerin, dragged the brush through your hair, “it’s always knotty after i get out the shower.”

she rolled her eyes, “you’re so overdramatic.”

“hardly!” you exclaimed, turning to face her, “look, how about we just wait for the hairdresser to arrive, hmm?”

she chuckled.

“what? what’s so funny?”

“your boob’s come out your dressing gown,” she snorted.

you looked down, sorting yourself out before giving her the finger.

“you just need to relax, okay? this is supposed to be the best day of your life!”

you sighed, playing with the ring on your fourth finger, “i know, i’m just nervous.”

“guess who’s here! and with alcohol!” your maid of honour, nari, exclaimed.

you laughed, “maybe that’ll fix it.”

yerin rushed forward, grabbing the bottle, “i’m not having you get drunk before the ceremony, y/n!”

nari frowned, “why not?”

when yerin opened her mouth to shout at her, your maid of honour just laughed.

“i’m joking! y/n’s not a lightweight, a glass of champagne is not gonna affect her,” nari said, rolling her eyes.

“fine,” yerin sighed, “but i need two times more than her.”

your other friend, and temporary make-up artist for the day, taemi, just rolled her eyes, “why don’t you just grow a pair and ask him out?!”

“i think he’s quite traditional! i don’t wanna be the one to do it and then make him feel bad!” yerin exclaimed with a sigh, “but i am tired.”

“me and seungmin did put you next to each other at the tables,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your champagne.

“you did?!” yerin shrieked, “what?! what am i supposed to do?!”

“talk to him,” nari shrugged, “you both like each other, it’s clear. chan’s not exactly good at hiding his emotions, is he?”

“and besides, after today he’ll be the only non-married member. he deserves someone. especially if that someone is you!” you exclaimed, “just take the lead. he’ll become comfortable with it in no time.”

“ladies!” your mum smiled, walking in the room, “hairdresser’s here!”

12:03

“seungmin’s gonna love you,” nari said, watching as you straightened out your skirt.

“thank you for being here, ri. there’s a lot i couldn’t have done without you.”

nari chuckled, climbing on the podium behind you, leaning her head on your shoulder, “you’re telling me. we’re so close my parents are crying. they barely did that on my wedding day.”

“shut up, they so did!”

“yeah, cause they hate hyunjin,” she laughed.

you shook your head with a laugh, looking down to your manicured nails, remembering the nights you’d spent with nari at sleepovers, both squished into either her bed or yours; talking, dreaming, thinking.

“it is everything we always talked about it being, isn’t it?” you asked, “getting married.”

“of course it is,” nari teased, “we’re never wrong, you know.”

you laughed, before turning and looking at her, not through the mirror, “but—”

“but seriously,” she spoke with a smile, taking your hands in hers, “you and seungmin love each other more than i’ve ever seen before. i could see it from the moment you met him.”

you rolled your eyes, hiding a smile, “that’s an over exaggeration.”

“you couldn’t take your eyes off him! and you didn’t listen to anything anyone else said for the rest of the evening,” she giggled, “you’re sure you wanna do this, though?”

“100%,” you sighed with a smile, “love you.”

she chuckled, mostly out of relief, “i love you too, now i believe there’s an army of bridesmaids and your dad waiting for you downstairs.”

12:26

“why the fuck are we here, seungmin?! it is half an hour before your wedding starts,” changbin pointed out, the eight boys piling into their old dorm building, now emptied out and ready to be filled by a group of new trainees.

“y/n might even be on her way now!” jeongin exclaimed.

seungmin shook his head, seeming distracted, “y/n’s never early.”

“can you at least tell us what you’re looking for so we can help you?” chan sighed, stepping up as the groom’s best man, a role he had taken on for all his members.

“don’t worry,” seungmin smiled, pulling up the loose floorboard in his old bedroom, taking out the box from beneath it.

“that’s definitely cursed,” minho commented as seungmin blew off the dust.

the soon-to-be-married man shook his head, opening the box and pulling out the handmade necklace you’d made him on your first date.

“i can’t believe i forgot this,” he whispered, sliding it over his head and popping it into his white shirt.

“happy now?” felix asked.

seungmin smiled with a nod, “yep. ready to get married.”

13:00

“everybody please stand,” the officiant spoke.

seungmin took a breath, shaking his hands out before standing and turning to face the entrance of the ball room.

chan smiled from behind him, wishing the younger boy luck.

the piano started to play and the doors opened, revealing minho and jisung’s daughters in their mother’s arms, spreading rose petals down the aisle as they went. a smile spead across seungmin’s face, watching the babies giggle at their jobs before happily being passed back into their dad’s arms to settle before the boring part.

then, his attention was taken again, by you.

the first time seungmin had met you, both of you were in a group of people. you; hyunjin’s girlfriend’s friends. him; stray kids. but for whatever reason, there was an unbreakable eye contact filled with blushes and shy smiles from the moment you’d seen each other.

he still remembers the first words he said to you: “i’m seungmo– min. i’m seungmin.”

then you laughed, that laugh he’s loved so much since the first moment he heard it: “i think i prefer seungmo.”

but now, you were in a white dress, you arm linked with your dad’s, followed by your friends, their own husbands watching them with loving eyes.

seungmin found himself with his mouth open, a tear forming in his eye as you hugged your dad, allowing him to take a seat.

“this is weird,” you whispered, taking seungmin’s hand.

he laughed lowly, walking forward, “i’m thinking about that chicken we’ll buy tonight.”

you looked to him with a smile on your face. this was it, the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with, “living for it.”

“we’re gathered here today for the marriage of miss. y/n y/l/n to mr. kim seungmin,” the officiant spoke, the real deal.

there were poems and songs, spoken by family and friends, filled with tears and laughs, and finally; the vows.

“mine aren’t as good as they could be,” you chuckled, “because i’m not good at saying things, or writing down things for that matter. but, here goes.”

seungmin smiled shyly, looking down at the floor before looking back in your eyes as you spoke your vows to him, and his to you. not once did either of you look away, not for the reactions of your friends and family and not for any random screams of babies. just you two; right there, together.

“do you, kim seungmin, take y/n y/l/n to be your wife?” the officiant asked, seungmin holding your left hand in his, the tangled silver ring in his other.

“i do.”

unable to hide your smile, he slid the ring on your finger.

“and do you, y/n y/l/n, take kim seungmin to be your husband?”

tears filled your eyes as you nodded, sliding the ring on seungmin’s left hand ring finger, “i do.”

“i now pronounce you man and wife!” the officiant cheered, all your friends and family clapping and crying, “you may kiss the bride!”

“may i?” seungmin chuckled, moving towards you, his hand on the back of your head.

you giggled, nodding as he closed the gap between you.

when he pulled away, seungmin stared at you for a few seconds before the two of you walked down the aisle and into the back room to sign the papers.

“i hope you’re wearing yours, by the way,” seungmin said, his hand not letting go of yours, “because i had to pull up an old floor board to find mine.”

you laughed, “seungmo, that’s your fault for hiding it there.”

he rolled his eyes, looking at you expectantly.

“but, yes, i have it,” you said, pulling the handmade necklace out the pocket of your dress, “and look! my dress has pockets!”

seungmin laughed, leaning forward and catching your lips in another kiss, “i love you.”

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “i love you too.”

15:28

“and now, the couple’s first dance,” chan announced, everyone in the ballroom clapping as the band began to play when you love someone by day6.

“my lady,” seungmin teased, placing his hands on your waist as your arms loosely wrapped around his neck, your fingers running through his hair as you swayed side to side.

“isn’t it weird that everyone’s watching us,” you giggled, leaning in so only he could hear you.

“they’ll start dancing soon,” he whispered, “though yes, i am sweating lots and lots.”

“and i’m really full. why are they expecting us to dance straight away after a four course meal?”

seungmin laughed, “that’s your fault for eating so much.”

“hey!” you protested, “it tasted really good.”

“you’re adorable.”

21:06

“i’m already tired,” you whined, “i think i’ve danced with everyone in this room.”

“and i’ve been between your mum and grandma too many times.”

you laughed as seungmin came towards you, sitting beside you on the front of the stage.

“these shoes are so uncomfortable.”

“mine too.”

you smiled, “let’s take them off.”

“i don’t think we’re allowed to do that,” seungmin frowned.

“it’s our wedding,” you giggled, already taking the foot-pinching high heels off, “we’re allowed to do whatever we want.”

“in that case, then,” seungmin said, pulling off his black dress shoes and taking off his tie.

“see?!” you laughed, taking some of the pins that were pinching out of your hair and letting it fall around your face, “so good.”

“care to dance?” seungmin offered, standing up with an outstretched hand a smirk.

“can we go up to our room afterwards?”

“and order as much room service as we like,” seungmin smiled, “come on, we have to stay until at least all the kids have left.”

5th August, 2021: 00:11

“finally!”

“in you go, mrs kim,” seungmin smiled, opening the hotel room door to let you in, following close behind you.

“mr kim!” you gasped with a laugh, “chicken!”

“and wine!”

you whined, “i don’t even wanna get out of this dress.”

seungmin laughed, throwing his suit jacket on the sofa before laying on the king sized bed.

“i’m eating chicken before anything else,” he shrugged.

you giggled, jumping beside him, your masses of skirt laying around you as you opened the box of fried chicken, seungmin opening and pouring two glasses of wine.

“to us,” you said, clinking your glass with his.

“cheers,” he smiled, “to us.”

he laid back, casually picking at the chicken as he turned the tv on, “shall we have a bath after this?”

“sounds amazing,” you groaned, “we have to be at breakfast in the morning though.”

seungmin rolled his eyes, “can they not leave us alone now.”

you laughed, pulling out the homemade necklace from your pocket and slipping it over your head, before your gaze fell on your left ring finger.

“thank you, seungmo,” you hummed, “this day has been incredible.”

seungmin smiled, looking up at you with love pouring from his eyes, “i hope everyday is just as incredible from now on.”

“for the rest of our lives,” you giggled, taking a sip of wine.

“thanks, hate that thought,” seungmin snorted.

“hey!” you laughed, throwing a cheese stick at him.

seungmin laughed, “but i love you.”

“nope,” you shook your head as seungmin leaned up to you, “you don’t get a kiss.”

[emeraldbabygirl]

The Bias List

@avatarfantxsy @quyennie @despairandjo I decided to just list them. I need to make a separate post for bands tho. (that was a lie almost as fat as me) So in this bias list I will only list groups that I listen to. The last bias list I posted there were a lot of groups that I hadn’t listened to yet so this one will just be the groups I know of. I have a few to add, some I have taken off and I will have a section at the end for potential biases. Also some groups have 2-6 biases. For example I literally can’t choose with UP10TION. And sometimes I go back and forth and members in groups so often I’ve somehow tricked my brain into thinking I have more than one. If it’s confusing I promise the first member of each group on the list is definitely a locked bias. And another thing, if the member is specifically on my list of moms or daddies they wont be on here, unless they both

H.O.T - Kangta

Super Junior - Eunhyuk

DBSK/TVXQ - Changmin and Junsu

Girls Generation - Sunny

Fx - Luna

Shinee - Onew

Exo - Xiumin and Sehun

Red Velvet - Yeri

NCT - Doyoung and Yuta

1TYM - Taebin

Big Bang - Daesung

2NE1 - Minji

Winner - Seunghoon 

iKON - Junhoe and Jinhwan

AKMU - Suhyun

BlackPink - Lisa

2PM - Taecyeon

Wonder Girls - Sohee and Yubin

Miss A - Min

Got7 - JB

Twice - Dahyun (I had Tzuyu and Jeongyeon cause Tzuyu was my original bias in Twice and I still love her but she’s like my daughter now so she’s in another list and Jeongyeon is more if a bias wrecker with Momo and Sana)

Day6 - Wonpil

Stray Kids - Woojin and I.N

Itzy - Yeji

Afterschool - Nana

NU’EST - Ren (yes, Ren is actually my bias and not Baekho. Isn’t that funny how that works sksksk)

Seventeen - Jeonghan

Pristin - Nayoung

Hello Venus - Lime

Astro - Sanha

Weki Meki - Doyeon

Sistar - Bora and Hyorin

Boyfriend - The Jo Twins and Minwoo

Monsta-X - Shownu (sometimes Changkhyun is my bias and sometimes he’s not. Minhyuk used to be my bias when I first got into them funny huh?)

WJSN - Yeoreum

UNIQ - Yibo

Everglow - Onda (Aisha, E.U and Mia are like also my biases but I’m not sure where at they are in Everglow so for now it’s just Queen Onda)

Rainbow - Jisook

K.A.R.D - Jiwoo

Map6 - J.Jun

D-Crunch - Dylan

Noir - Seunghoon, Yeonkuk, Siha, Siheon and Minhyuk

B.I.G - Benji (Heedo isn’t my bias I swear, I don’t know what’s going on with him tbh)

Bigflo - Z-Uk, Junghyun and Euijin

A.C.E - Byeongkwan (A.C.E was literally pick a bias and get 4 free for me because the way I talk you’d think Sehyoon was my bias but nope.)

VAV - Ziu and St.Van

ZE:A - Minwoo

9Muses - Minha, Sojin and Hyuna

Imfact - Jian (again with the way I talked you’d think Jeup or Ungjae were my baises but it’s Jian)

24K - Cory, Daeil and Xiwoo (Cory and Daeil were my biases when they were still in the group and Xiwoo is my bias form the new lineup)

Halo - Heecheon

GWSN - Miya and Seokyoung

14U - Loudi and Hyunwoong

ATEEZ - Jongho, Mingi and Hongjoong (I couldn’t help it I had to add Mingis and Hongjoongs uwu!)

Mamamoo - Hwasa

Vromance - Chandong and Hyunseok

OneUs - Hwanwoong

OneWe - Cya

AOA - Choa (lmao at point Jimin was also my bias oOF)

SF9 - Zuho and Hwiyoung

CNBLUE - Jungshin

FTISLAND - Jaejin

N.Flying - Chahun, Seunghyub and Dongsung (lmao I fixed it so Chahun is first like he should be)

Cherry Bullet - May, Kokoro and Remi

Momoland - Jooe and Hyebin

Saturday - Chohee, Yuki and Ayeon

Z-Boys - Gai

Z-Girls - Piryanka

EXID - L.E

Trei - Jaejun

Teen Top - C.A.P and Niel

UP10TION - Xiao, Sunyoul, Kogyeol and Jinhoo (I took two off, can you guess which ones?)

Ladies’ Code - Sojung

B.A.P - Youngguk, Himchan, Zelo and Jongup

Secret - Jieun

Sonamoo - D.ana

Vixx - Hakyeon (obviously)

Gugudan - Mina

Verivery - Hoyoung

Dal Shabat - Serri

Dreamcatcher - Dami, Sua and Siyeon 

LC9 - King and A.O

Brown Eyed Girls - Gain

Lunafly - Teo

Royal Pirates - James

N-Sonic - Minkee, Sihoo and Jeonguk

Cross Gene - Takuya

KHAN - Euna

BTOB - Peniel (BTOB is hard because my bias used to be Sungjae and then there was a time when Eunkwang and Illhoon were my biases and now I’m like Minhyuk and Hyunsik)

4Minute - Jiyoon

B2ST/ Highlight - Yoseob and Gikwang

CLC - Sorn and Seungyeon

Pentagon - Wooseok and Jinho 

G-idle - Yuqi and Soojin

Block B - P.O, U-Kwon and Taeil

Speed - Sejun, Taewoon, Taeha

T-ARA - Boram

DIA - Somyi

Newkidd - Hwi

Black6ix - Taeyoung and Ziki

Great Guys - Dongin, Hwalchan, Horyeong and Uiyeon

Beat Win - Sunhyuk

M.Pire - Haru

Alphabat - Code, Heta, Jeta, Gamma and Iota

G.I - Oneket

M.O.N.T - Roda

Brave Girls - Yuna

Bigstar - Baram, Sunghak and Raehwan

Gfriend - Umji

Infinite - Dongwoo 

Lovelyz - Babysoul

Golden Child - Daeyeol

B1A4 - CNU

Oh My Girl - Yooa 

ONF - Hyojin (lets get this straight I’m n o t WYATT IS NOT MY BIAS IN ONF I SWEAR ON WOOSEOKS KNEECAPS)

Wassup - Nari

Hotshot - Timoteo and Junhyuk

Spica - Boa

Matilda - Saebyeol

Girls Girls - Miso

Girlkind - JK

IZ*ONE - Sakura, Yena and Chaewon

Glam - Dahee

TXT - Soobin

MBLAQ - Thunder and Lee Joon

Madtown - Daewon, Lee Geon and Buffy

U-Kiss - Kiseop 

Nature - Saebom, LU, Gaga, Sunshine and Aurora 

Topp Dogg/ Xeno-T - Nakta, Xero, B-Joo (I took out RIP Rap God ATOM let’s be honest on that one uwu!)

Evol - Hayana

Elris - Bella, Sohee

Loona - Chu and Vivi

fromis_9 - Seoyeon

H.B.Y - Taro

Hotplace - Hanbit

A-Pink - Chorong

Victon - Seungwoo, Sejun and Hanse

Girls Day - Hyeri

Laboum - Solbin

N.Tic - Seunghoo

Target - Woojin and Boun

Chocolat - Juliane and Soa

Boys Republic - Sunwoo

History - Yijeong

Fiestar - Yezi

N-Train - Yujin

Dalmation - Inati and Donglim

Myname - JunQ, Chaejin and Gunwoo

JJCC - Eddy

LedApple - Hanbyul

DGNA - Jay, Mika and Karam

M.I.B - Kangnam and 5Zic

Wonder Boyz - Master One (V.Hawk fun fact he’s actually super tiny sitting next to Niel, Takuya and 2Idiots it’s hilarious)

KNK - Youjin

Favorite - Gaeul

LU:KUS - Jinhwan and J.One

Mr.Mr. - Ryu, Doyeon ,Tey, Changjae, Jiwon and Han

MVP - Gitaek and Rayoon

Rania - Di, Ttabo and Riko

Stellar - Minhee and Hyoeun

Bulldok - Kimi

1Team - Rubin and BC

Snuper - Suhyun, Woosung and Sebin

TINT - Mirim

Tiny-G - Mint

Double A - Kimchi

2EYES - Dasom

W24 - Aaron

A6P - Jungyeon, Jelly-P, Yaho and Actin

Like a Movie - Domo, Siryu and Joha

Seven O’Clock - Hyun, Taeyoung and Vaan

Spectrum - Minjae and Villian

The Rose - Jaehyeong

IM/ X1 - Hangyul

Argon - Kain and Gon

Vanner - Gon and Taehwan

2Z - Bumjun and Hyunwoong

Shasha - Chaiki

Tweety - Ain

Be.A - Milly

Rainz - Wontak, Eunki and Sunghyuk

D-Unit - Ram

IZ - Hyunjun and Jihoo

Rolling Quartz - Hyunjung and Arem

D.Coy - Dosun

ENOi - Dojin, Gun, Jinwoo and Hamin

E’LAST - Wonhyuk, Rano and Romin

ANS - Bian

UNVS - Eunho and YY

N.Cus - Seungyong

G-Most - Jin

DKB - Heechan and Yuku

Trusty - Haru and Chance

Cignature - Belle

MCND - Win

3YE - Yuji

Pink Fantasy - Sanga

Potential biases: to avoid me confusing myself this section will be for members that might become my bias or members that go back and forth and I’m not sure where they fall. Mayhaps they double as bias wreckers.

Red Velvet - Wendy

Twice - Jeongyeon, Sana and Momo

Stray Kids - Jisung, Changbin and Felix

Itzy - Ryujin

NU’EST - Baekho, JR and Aron

Monsta-X - Chankyun

Everglow - E.U, Mia and Aisha

B.I.G - Heedo

Imfact - Jeup and Ungjae

ATEEZ - Seonghwa

SF9 - Taeyang and Rowoon

Newkidd - Hansol and Jiann

Verivery - Kangmin and Gyehyeon

BTOB - Minhyuk and Hyunsik

Pentagon - Yuto and Yanan

Infinite - Sungyeol and Sungjong

Loveylz - Mijoo and Kei

Golden Child - Joochan and Y

Oh My Girl - Mimi, Jiho and Seunghee

ONF - Wyatt, MK and E.Tion

Hotshot - Hojung

IZ*ONE - Nako, Hitomi, Yuri and Yujin

U-Kiss - Kevin and Jun

Elris - Yukyung

Weki Meki - Lucy and Rina

fromis_9 - Jiwon, Nakyung, Jiheon and Hayoung

H.B.Y - Marco

Victon - Seungsik and Subin

N.Tic - Sangwook and Jion

Noir - Yunsung

GWSN - Lena and Soso

Target - Hyun

Boys Republic - Onejunn

JJCC - Yul

1Team - Jinwoo and Jehyun

Varsity - Kid, Xiwoo, Damon and Anthony

Highteen - Sea

C-Clown - Siwoo

Lucente - Bao, Z.Hoo and Parkha

My.st - Woojin and Woncheol

Spectrum - Jaehan and Hwarang

Argon - Jaeun

2Z - Jiseob

ENOi - Laon and J-Kid

E’LAST - Choi In, Wonjun and Baekyeul

UNVS - Jun.H, Changgyu and Jen (literally the whole of UNVS tests me)

N.Cus - IF, Soon and Euntaek

G-Most - Melo, L and Jun

DKB - Lune

Cignature - Sunn, Chaesol and YeAh 

MCND - Bic

3YE - Yurim and Haeun

And this section is for groups that I literally haven’t checked out yet because I actually haven’t gotten around to it but I’ve already picked biases

OnlyoneOf - Junji

CIX - Bae Jinyoung and BX

IN2IT - Inho, Inpyo and Issac

The Boyz - Jacob

TOO - Chanhyuk

Aweek - Jingyu and Hyeon

Bandage, Wetter and Bursters I have not gotten into nor do I know the members but I want to add them anyway oOF

I think this is it. I hope. I know Z-Boys and Z-Girls aren’t kpop but I put them there anyway. I do have biases in Jpop and Jrock groups tho. Maybe I can post those another time. I’ve worked on this literally all night, it is currently 5:04 in the am. Jesus. Christ. I need to retire from kpop. It’s only gonna get bigger cause someone keeps throwing men at me, not like I don’t enjoy it tho

[multifandom-re-write-01]

Nari, driving with ChenJi: So how was your day?

Jisung: We almost got surprise adopted! :D

Nari: What?

Chenle: We almost got kidnapped :D

Nari: Ah, okay...

Nari:

Nari: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

[squirrelly831]

Family List

WHEN IT SAYS OLDEST BY XX YEARS IT’S REFERRING TO THE AGE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM AND THE YOUNGEST

In Example

xxxx (son; oldest by 5 years) <—- means 5 years older than the youngest

xxxx (son; middle child; older by 2 years) <—– means 2 years older than the youngest

xxxx (daughter; youngest)

Let me know if you don’t understand

B.A.P

Yongguk and Stephanie [only child]

Catherine (daughter)

Daehyun and Amber [3 kids]

Kwangmin (son; oldest by 6 years)

Joy (daughter; middle child; older by 2 years)

Haru (daughter; youngest)

Youngjae and Allison [2 kids]

Hayeong (daughter; oldest by 2 years)

Jaewon (son; youngest)

Jongup and Maddy {Real name Madelyn} [2 kids]

Hana (daughter; oldest twin)

Dana (daughter; youngest twin)

Junhong and Kiara [4 kids]

Grace (daughter; oldest by 7 years)

Matthew (son; second born; older by 3 years)

Andrew [son; oldest twin]

Aaron [son; youngest twin; youngest]

BTS

Seokjin and Naeun [Only child]

Kyungmin (daughter)

Yoongi and Katelyn [2 kids]

Eunmi (daughter; 4 years older)

Junho (son; youngest)

Hoseok and Elfie [3 kids]

Yohan (son; oldest by 5 years)

Liam (son; middle child; older by 3 years)

Hyeji (daughter; youngest)

Namjoon and Sierra [2 kids]

Shion (son; oldest by 3 years)

Dabin (son; youngest)

Jimin and Daeun [2 kids]

Nari (daughter; oldest by 4 years)

Yeona (daughter; youngest)

Taehyung and Naomi [4 kids]

Seongho (son; oldest twin; oldest by 7 years)

Yeongho (son; youngest twin; oldest by 7 years)

Taehee (son, third child; 3 years older)

Minhee (daughter, youngest)

Jungkook and Mia [3 kids]

Haneul (son; oldest by 4 years)

Suah (daughter; middle child; older by a year and a half)

Yeseul (daughter; youngest)

EXO

Minseok and Maisie [3 kids]

Cassandra (step-daughter; oldest by 6 years)

Hwayoung (daughter; oldest by 2 years)

Mihwa (daughter; youngest)

Junmyeon and Jennifer [3 kids]

Riley (son; oldest by 6 years)

Jiyeon (daughter; middle child; older by 1 year)

Siyeon (daughter; youngest)

Yixing and Jiāng Yìng Yuè [2 kids]

Jùn Lì (son; oldest by 2 and a half years)

Fēng Mián (daughter; youngest)

Baekhyun and Mieun [3 kids]

Mikyung (adopted daughter; oldest by 6 years)

Kyungjae (adopter son; older by 5 years)

Yikyung (daughter; youngest)

Chanyeol and Leilani [3 kids]

Nalani (sister-in-law; oldest by 10 years)

Dayoung (daughter; older by 3 years)

Joohyun (son; youngest)

Kyungsoo and Yihyun [2 kids]

Jaejin (son; older by 3 years)

Eunji (daughter; youngest)

Jongin and Maya [2 kids]

Jaehee (son; oldest by 3 years)

Heejoon (son; youngest)

Sehun and Dasom [3 kids]

Mirae (daughter; oldest twin; older by 3 years)

Minjoon (son; youngest twin; older by 3 years)

Narae (daughter; youngest)

Got7

Mark and Marcie [2 kids]

Tyler (son; older by 8 years)

Grayson (son; youngest)

Jaebum and Yuna [2 kids]

Taemin (son; older by 2 years)

Jessie (daughter; youngest)

Jackson and Monica [3 kids]

Daniella (daughter; oldest by 4 years)

Shawn (son; middle child; older by 2 and a half years)

Jayden (son; youngest)

Jinyoung and Misun [2 kids]

Seoyoung (son; older by 6 years)

Eunyeong (daughter; youngest)

Youngjae and Mija [2 kids]

Sunhee (daughter; older by 3 and a half years)

Sungwon (son; youngest)

BamBam and Charity [2 kids]

Klahan (son; older 3 years)

Malai (daughter; youngest)

Yugyeom and Yejin [2 kids]

Seomin (son; oldest twin)

Somang (daughter; youngest twin)

Monsta X

Hyunwoo and Melly [2 kids]

Minsoo (son)

Sooyeon (daughter; living twin)

Soojin (daughter, deceased twin)

Hoseok and Alisha [2 kids]

Jinhee (daughter; 4 and a half years older)

Dahae (daughter; youngest)

Minhyuk and Bailey [3 kids]

Hyeonseo (daughter oldest by 5 years)

Woori (daughter; middle child; 2 years older)

Younghwa (son; youngest)

Kihyun and Phoebe [Only child]

Hayoon (daughter)

Hyungwon and Amanda [2 kids]

Seojun (son; oldest twin)

Minjun (son; youngest twin)

Jooheon and Jackie [2 kids]

Jiae (daughter; older by 6 years)

Youngjoo (son; youngest)

Changkyun and McKenzie (2 kids)

Minkyun (son; 3 years older)

Junkyun (son; youngest)

VIXX

Hakyeon and Sojin [2 kids]

Youngmin (son; older by 3 years)

Jisoo (son; youngest)

Taekwoon and Imani [3 kids]

David (step-son; older by 8 years)

Hyunwoo (son; oldest twin)

Jiwoo (daughter; youngest twin)

Jaehwan and Jasmine [3 kids]

Lauren † (stillborn)

Addilyn (child; oldest by 5 years)

Jason (son; older by 3 years)

Noah (son; youngest)

Wonshik and Deja [2 kids]

Jinae (daughter; older by a year)

Jimin (son; youngest)

Hongbin and Hyemin [2 kids]

Mina (daughter; older by 4 years)

Joon (son; youngest)

Sanghyuk and Chaeyeon [Only child]

Hyeonjun (son)

Solo Artist

Jay Park and Jazzlyn [2 kids]

Jisung † (stillborn)

Jordan (son; older by a year)

Destiny (daughter; youngest)

Jiho and Miranda [3 kids]

Siwoo (son; older by 5 years)

Eunhae (daughter; older by 2 years)

Aria (daughter; youngest)

_______________________

Single Daddy!AU

Wife names and children names will be the same, but the number of children may vary. **This AU is currently on an indefinite hiatus**

B.A.P

Yongguk

Stephanie (deceased wife)

Catherine (daughter; older by 2 years)

Christopher (son; youngest)

Daehyun

Amber (deceased wife)

Kwangmin (son)

Youngjae

Allison (deceased wife)

Hayeong (daughter; oldest by 2 years)

Jaewon (son; youngest)

Jongup

Maddy (deceased wife)

Hana (oldest twin)

Dana (deceased youngest twin)

Junhong

Kiara (deceased wife)

Grace (daughter; oldest by 4 years)

Matthew (son; youngest)

VIXX

Hakyeon

Sojin (deceased wife)

Youngmin (son; 3 years older)

Jimin (son; youngest)

Taekwoon

Imani (deceased wife)

David (step-son; older by 8 years)

Hyunwoo (son; oldest twin)

Jiwoo (daughter; youngest twin)

Jaehwan

Jasmine (deceased wife)

Addilyn (child; oldest by 5 years)

Jason (son; older than Noah 3 years)

Noah (son; youngest)

Wonshik

-Deja (deceased wife)

Jinae (daughter)

Hongbin

Hyemin (deceased wife)

Mina (daughter; older by 4 years)  

Joon (son; youngest)

Sanghyuk

Chaeyeon (deceased wife)

Hyeonjun (son)

**List can update at random**

Last updated 20210511

[mminhos]

Mine | Chapter One |

Characters: Nari(OC) x Minho x Jisung, Chan, Woojin, Changbin, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin, Hyunjae(OC), Jaemin(OC), Chaeyoung(OC) more could be added

Summary: They say life has unusual twists. Some are expected, some are not. Some are gladly welcome, some are hated. My life hadn't had any of that. It was boring, it was plain, it was dull. Until I met him. Or should I say, until I met them.

~•~•~•~

Even though it was still August, the weather was particularly gloomy. The sun was blocked out by grey clouds and the wind was rather cold. People, however, still went around as their average day, so the streets of Seoul were just as busy as if it was a sunny day.

It was Summer, but Nari still had homework to do. She sighed as she crossed the street, stepping out of the way to avoid the children who were happily holding their hot chocolates, but clearly not looking where they were going.

Smiling, she turned left once she'd crossed and entered the café she always visited during school days, Hugs with Mugs.

The cafe was surprisingly empty, with only a few people sitting in and waiting in the queue to order. Nari joined it, glancing up at the menu and scanning the drinks section. After deciding her order, she replied to a few of her friends on Snapchat and put her earphones back into her bag. Soon enough, the cue finished and Nari headed to the counter, still looking at the floor.

“What can I get you miss?”

Glancing up, she stared at the boy standing in front of her. Nari was expecting Minjae, the usual barista that she had became friends with overtime, but it wasn't. This boy was shorter than him, with black hair, several piercings; including a lip one, and half a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm.

The boy smirked at her, before tapping his pen on the counter and coughing.

“Listen love, I know I look like a snack. but I ain’t the menu, stop staring”

Nari aggressively coughed, before looking down at the floor again and flushing red.

“uhm s-sorry. Could I please have a caramel frappuccino?”

The boy smirked again, before typing the order out onto the computer and grabbing a cup.

“Sure princess. what's the name?”

“N-Nari. Its Nari”

“mhm pretty name. I'll bring it over princess”

Nari smiled awkwardly, before walking away, grabbing a napkin on the way. She took a seat next to the window, watching the citizens of Seoul walk by. Taking out her phone, she replied to a few Snapchat messages and watched her friends’ stories, chuckling at some of the party images one of her friends had thrown last night.

The presence of someone standing next to her made her look up from her phone, only to see the boy from before standing next to her, holding her drink in his hand, a smirk evident on his face. He placed it down on the table and Nari smiled at him.

“thank you…”

Nari stopped, obviously not knowing what the boy’s name was. She glanced up at his name tag, before looking up at his face.

“Minho. Thank you Minho”

“Welcome princess”

Minho grinned, before turning round and walking back towards the counter. Nari watched him as he walked away, before glancing back down at the cup to see a smiley face next to her name. Shaking her head, she took a sip of her drink and pulled out her maths textbook. She skimmed through the pages, before landing on the right one and started to work.

~•~•~•~

Meanwhile, Minho ended up serving a few more customers that had walked in. After giving the last customer their change, Minho grabbed a cloth and headed over to the tables that needed to be cleaned. He glanced at Nari every now and then, slightly smiling at her concentrated expression.

“Are you just gonna eye fuck her or are you gonna actually speak to her?”

Minho jumped and span round, only to see Chaeyoung; a fellow worker at the cafe, standing there with a slice of chocolate cake.

“I'm not eye fucking her. And besides, I have a boyfriend”

“Dude, can you not give a slice of cake out of simple kindness then?”

Minho stared at Chaeyoung, to the cake and back at her again. Sighing, he placed the cloth in Chaeyoung’s hand and took the plate out of her other. Chaeyoung tapped him on the back and gave him a soft shove in the direction. Minho walked over to Nari, who was still in absorbed in the textbook. He coughed, gaining her attention.

“Here princess”

Nari glanced from the cake to Minho and back again, confusion taking place on her face.

“I didn't order any cake though…”

“So you don't want it then? Sure thing princess, I'll take it back”

“Oh no you won't. I'm not refusing free chocolate cake. Thank you Minho”

“Welcome princess”

Minho glanced at the textbook and then to Nari’s scribbles on her mistakes.

“Its best if you work out what 10% is first. That way, you can add up everything easier”

Nari stared at her textbook and then looked up at Minho, smiling in disbelief.

“What? I did go to school you know”

“Not its not that. Thank you Minho”

“No problem. Give me a shout if you need anymore help, or cake”

Minho winked, before making his way back to the counter, to which Chaeyoung was standing behind, a look of accomplishment on her face.

“Move aside Cupid, Chaeyoung is onto your ass” Chaeyoung mumbled to herself, before placing a cloth onto the work surface and heading into the kitchen.

~•~•~•~

About an hour had passed and Nari, sadly, was still nowhere near finishing her homework. She had finished the first few pages, Minho’s advice helping a lot. However, she had been stuck on the same question for the past fifteen minutes, and it was clear she wasn't getting anywhere.

She’d also been glancing at Minho for those past fifteen minutes, hoping he could somehow mind read and realise she needed help.

“if you weren't so bloody shy, you’d be away with this homework, idiot” she mumbled to herself, before lying her head down onto the table and groaning.

Walking out of the kitchen with clean plates, Chaeyoung looked over at Nari and then to Minho, who was busy putting plates away into the cupboards. Placing the plates down, she made her way over to Minho and leaned against the counter next to him.

“Hey Minho, that girl is practically begging you with her eyes for you to shift your ass over there and help her”

“She's what?”

Huffing, Chaeyoung grabbed Minho by the arm and yanked him up to full height and brought him to the counter, so he had full view of Nari, who still had her head on the table.

“So.. move your ass and go and help her”

Chaeyoung pushed Minho out of the counter and watched smugly as he made his way over to the girl, crossing her arms proudly.

“Ran Cupid out of his job, well done Chaeyoung” she mumbled to herself, before continuing to put the plates away as well.

Minho swerved in and out of the customers getting up to leave, before stopping beside Nari, who was currently staring at the textbook.

“hey princess, do you need any more help?”

“uhh yeah I do actually”

Minho nodded before moving closer to Nari and leaning his hand onto the table.

“show me then”

Nari moved the textbook towards Minho and pointed at the paragraph worth of questions. Chuckling, Minho read over the instructions and then the questions, before explaining what to do, all to a confused looking Nari.

“Understand now princess?”

“no, sorry. It just doesn't make sense to me at all”

Nodding, Minho grabbed a chair, spinning it round and placing it next to Nari. He sat down and shuffled in closer, making sure Nari could hear him better. Starting again, he got about halfway through his explanation, when Minho felt Nari’s eyes on him. Grinning smugly, he turned his head and cocked an eyebrow at her.

“listen princess, if you actually want to understand this, you have to listen to me and not just stare at me”

Nari shot her vision away from Minho’s face and looked at the textbook, her cheeks blushing a light red colour. Minho smirked, before pushing his fringe back with his hand and exhaling.

“Sorry” Nari mumbled, so quietly that Minho almost didn't hear it. “Can you explain again please?”

Nodding, Minho began to talk again, going a tad slower than before. Soon enough, Nari understood it and did all the questions without any difficulty at all. She was going to thank Minho, but he had already flipped the textbook page and started explaining what to do on the next set of questions.

Not that Nari minded. She could do with the help. And the company.

Several hours had passed, and it was now reaching 6pm, when Minho finally glanced at the clock.

“Shit, my shift finishes in five minutes” Minho grumbled, before standing up and pushing his chair back underneath the table.

“I should go home as well now. Thank you for helping” Nari smiled, packing her textbook and pencil case into her bag.

“No problem princess” Minho smiled, turning away and then turning back again. “Which direction do you need to go?”

“Uhh i cross the road and then go left” Nari said slowly, looking at the boy.

“I live in that direction too. I’ll walk with you for a bit if you want?”

Nari nodded, making Minho smile and turn away, jogging towards the ‘STAFF ONLY’ room, before shouting that he just needed to get his stuff.

A few minutes later, Minho came out, a black backpack slung over his shoulder and a leather jacket. He winked at Nari, before shouting goodbye to Chaeyoung, who only replied back with “GET LOST LOSER”

Minho shook his head, before standing in front of Nari and smiling.

“So princess, you ready to go?”

~•~•~•~

They’d been walking in silence since they’d left the cafe, which was about seven minutes ago. Both Minho and Nari would sneak peeks at each other and soon enough, Nari grew tired of the non existent conversation.

“So, how come you're working at the cafe?” She asked

“Well, you know Chaeyoung? She's new there too, and she's one of my best friends’ girlfriend. So she asked the owner if I could join there as well, to ‘get me out of the house’ apparently”

Nari laughed, nodding in amusement before smiling to herself. She hadn't even noticed that they had reached the estate that she lived on. Minho continued to walk, only stopping when he realised that Nari wasn't walking next to him.

“Hey princess what you doing?”

“I- uhh- I live on this estate” Nari mumbled, fiddling with her fingers

Minho recoiled, looking from Nari to the estate. He swallowed hard, a wave of sadness coming over him, but he quickly buried that down.

“Oh, so you're a rich girl then?” Minho asks

“Don't say that. My mum’s family is successful, so it kind of runs down the family”

Minho nodded, adjusting the straps on his backpack before smiling at Nari.

“Well, see you soon princess”

“Yeah, see you soon Minho”

Nari watched as he walked away and down the street, before she walked onto the street. She looked at the drive that lead onto her house, sighing at the sight that none of her parents’ cars were on there. Her thoughts drifted to Minho again, a smile making its way onto her lips, but there was also a feeling of weariness that he gave her. Nari didn't know why, she knew she had to keep some sort of distance from Minho.

Or would she?