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↬ NEW RELEASE: 'oh, to be with you' (2023) by moon !
oh, to be with you
pairing: boyfriend!choi beomgyu x gn!reader
wc: 0,3k
summary: it's your 10th month anniversary <3
genres: extra fluff, established relationship!au
tw: mention of big crowds, food
notes: as part of @kflixnet's exchange event, I had the opportunity to write for @moontyuns! I've never spoken to you before and I wanted it to be a surprise, so I fished some information and wrote this drabble, in hopes you'll enjoy it! I also chose one of your biases I write for 🤗
p.s: I wanted to wait until my posts show up in the tags but tumblr staff doesn't seem to care :)) and I don't want to miss the deadline!
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Beomgyu had prepared a date for your tenth month together as a couple. He had said nothing about it, proclaiming it was a surprise he was sure you were going to love.
And to wear casual clothes.
It was summer after all and, like every summer, there was lots of concerts during the weekends. Tonight, he brought you to a pop concert in the center of the city.
It was fine at first, you enjoyed the music and spending time with Beomgyu. But then, people started to show up by dozens. Soon, the place was overcrowded.
Beomgyu anticipated the complication and took you away from there. The both of you walked hand in hand in the streets, until you entered a clearance above the city.
It was late in the afternoon, the sun was setting. You sat on the grass and contemplated the sunset in the horizon. The sound of instruments was faint from up there, and added a background music.
You loved sunsets, and this one was especially pretty with all the different warm colors and the clouds.
When it was finally dark, you went home, suddenly craving an apple pie. All the ingredients in your possession, you started baking with Beomgyu in your shared apartment.
When it was time to add your favorite spice, he made an exaggerated gesture to grab it and pour it in the mixing bowl.
"Extra cinnamon for my baby!" he sang, before kissing your cheek.
You blushed and lovingly watched him pour a large amount of cinnamon into the mixture.
While the pie was in the oven, you watched a show on TV, snuggled up against each other. Your cat was purring and sleeping comfortably on your legs, keeping them warm.
Eating the delicious pie in front of the show, Beomgyu decided to start a compliment war. One he easily won because after four compliments, you were a blushing mess. He enjoyed the sight, but don't get fooled, his heart was hammering in his chest from YOUR compliments too.
thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, here’s the masterlist <3
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KFLIXNET is happy to present the compiled list of our recommendations sent in by you guys for our anniversary special event; shout-out!
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tagged by @svngcore thank you! link here
1. crack/humour is in that low only bc no one on here is funny
2. time loop is on there for a certain war fic that i recently reread
3. i hate abo with a burning passion
4. this was hard bc i dont hate some of these tropes in other media but most are just not done well on here
anyway thats the only correct answer for those
tagging @neonunau @papermachi @pufflix @balancexgame + anyone else who wants to!
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recommended to you: christmas evel: the heist by @taecup-fics + @crispy-chan & @pufflix for the biweekly theme; winter wonderland!
Christmas EveL: The Heist | materlist
collaboration of 4 authors: @taecup-fics @crispy-chan @pufflix for the HOI ficmas event
summary: you’ve always had a strange affinity for the outlawed holiday known as christmas. chris, your boyfriend, never understood your dangerous fascination with something so incredibly illegal. now, when you’ve decided to hold a christmas party that could very likely get you killed, will he and his friends help you? successfully pulling off this insanely risky heist will mean you get to host the party of the century. But if one thing goes wrong, the government will come for you all…
pairing: bang chan x f.reader
genre: fluff, very mild angst; action, romance, humor, heist!au
total wc: 21.7k
warnings: language, heists, mentions of oppressive government and guns, mild innuendos (PG-13)
part one
・. ˚ by @hyunnows
part two
・. ˚ by @crispy-chan
part three
・. ˚ by @crispy-chan
part four
・. ˚ by @pufflix
important note: i am reposting the masterlist that was originally posted by another writer of the series. this person deactivated and gave us full permission to repost. we didn’t want the series to be forgotten so we decided to repost <3 let us know if you enjoyed the series!! happy reading…
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TAGGED BY ; @softhourtxt thanks bub♥ RULES ; bold everything that applies to you and tag some people you want to know better
APPEARANCE ; I’m over 5′5′’. I wear glasses/contacts. I have blonde hair. I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing. I have one or more piercings. I have at least one tattoo. I have blue/green eyes. I have dyed or highlighted my hair. I have gotten plastic surgery. I have or had braces. I sunburn easily. I have freckles. I paint my nails. I typically wear makeup. I don’t often smile. I am pleased with how I look (generally). I prefer Nike to Adidas. I wear baseball hats backwards.
RELATIONSHIP ; I am in a relationship. I have been single for over a year. I may have a crush. I have a best friend I have known for ten years. My parents are together. I have dated my best friend. I am adopted. My crush has confessed to me. I have a long distance relationship. I am an only child. I give advice to my friends. I have made an online friend. I met up with someone I have met online.
HOBBIES/TALENTS ; I play a sport. I can play an instrument. I am artistic. I know more than one language. I have won a trophy in some sort of competition. I can cook or bake without a recipe. I know how to swim. I enjoy writing. I can do origami. I prefer movies to tv shows. I can execute a perfect somersault. I enjoy singing. I could survive in the wild on my own. I have read a new book series this year. I enjoy spending time with friends. I travel during school or work breaks. I can do a handstand.
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christmas eveL: the heist | 1
PAIRING: Chan x reader
CONTENT/WARNINGS (specific to this part): cameos of Han, Minho and Felix (platonically), language, heist, oppressive government, mentions of weaponry, illegal activity, fluff, angst, dystopian society/government, [Y/N] is super curious and doesn't follow rules
WORD COUNT: 4.04k+
RATING: pg13
SUMMARY: You've always had a strange affinity for the outlawed holiday known as Christmas. Chris, your boyfriend, never understood your dangerous fascination with something so incredibly illegal. Now, when you've decided to hold a Christmas party that could very likely get you killed, will he and his friends help you? Successfully pulling off this insanely risky heist will mean you get to host the party of the century. But if one thing goes wrong, the government will come for you all...
A/N: it’s finally here! my entry with @crispy-chan and @pufflix for the @houseofincantations ficmas event! i hope you all enjoy, and please like and reblog if you do because a lot of time, effort and planning went into this fic! this is only part 1 sohfdoghio have a great day/night and happy new years!
You traced your fingers along the steel gate, staring into the dumpyard, watching the piles of burnt material roll out of the crane’s claws in heaping piles of destruction. Scoop by scoop, they dropped the milled mounds, leaving them on the ground with the rest of the filth. It’s the same as always. Which is why you weren’t surprised when the machines groaned, halting their movements as their drivers exited them, walking off the site for their lunch break.
Taking another glance at the garbage, a gleam caught your eye. A small, beautiful glass ornament shimmering in the sunlight, just over the fence. It’s the only thing that hadn’t been destroyed in all the debris.
“[Y/N], hurry up!” Your friends called, meters ahead of you by now because of your distracted waddle. “You’re going to make us late for curfew!”
You turned to them, waving them off. “Go on ahead, I’ll catch up!” As easy to sway as kids are, they took your word, the distance slowly growing further between yourself and the group. You couldn’t care less, though, too enthralled by the beautifully reflected light.
As always, your curiosity got the best of you. You climbed over the fence without a second thought, itching to know just how an ornament looked when it wasn’t utterly demolished.
One peek wouldn’t hurt, right?
Landing on your knees, you brushed the dirt and trash off yourself, fixated on finding the ornament. You’d never seen one before—at least, not whole. The only ornaments around were crushed pieces of glass, ceramic, and whatever else they were made of, mixed in with the town’s waste.
Managing your way through the sludge and litter, you made it to the glass figure you’d been eyeing from the outside. You took a look around, checking for any bystanders watching as you committed what could be considered a serious crime. When you found none, you reached out and wrapped your small fingers around it, and tugged it up to examine it.
A reindeer, with a small, golden string laced through a tiny hole and tied into a loop. It was about the size of your two palms open side by side, yet still incredibly dainty and majestic. The dim sunlight rippled through the crystalline material, tracing colorful lines through the thick, transparent medium of blues, yellows, reds and even greens.
It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever laid your hands on, and you were completely and utterly mesmerized by the tiny, fragile reindeer.
A young, almost squeaky, maturing voice broke you from your trance, “What’re you doing over here? You know we’re not allowed on this side of the fence—get away from that stuff, we’ll get in trouble if anyone sees us here.”
Gently placing the ornament back in its pile, you turned to Chan. “I was about to leave, let’s go.”
That was your first experience with Christmas, and you’ve been captivated by the forbidden holiday ever since.
Of course, you tried not to indulge in your interest—being associated with Christmas in any way could lead to jail time—but goodness, it was so damn hard not to. After all, why would the government ban something that seemed so beautiful?
Sometimes you slipped up, accidentally squealing about something you read in a library book or in an old movie regarding the festivity, only to be shushed by your family, because Christmas only meant bad luck. The only people who ever dared to speak about the holiday were either crazy, government officials advising everyone to avoid anything related to the holiday, or ‘Santas’—watchers in red suits, ready to report any wrong moves to headquarters like a hall monitor.
When you were young, you didn’t understand why the green and red themed celebration was considered such a taboo topic. Santa was just someone’s grandpa dressed in an adorable red suit, right? Those were the rumors you heard around the playgrounds at school. Eventually, when you grew old enough, your parents decided to explain all their paranoia.
Santa these days meant a watcher. And being watched by a Santa is the most terrifying thing for most people, the red-coated bastards ready to report and arrest you at the slightest bit of divergence from the norm. In other words, they stole any sort of freedom left in this cruel, manipulative, and brainwashing world. So Santa was another government goon to scare people into maintaining their boring, dismal lives.
It made sense why nobody was willing to entertain Santa, not even in your home. He was a curse—a bad omen, if you will. Why would they want to be tied to that in any way?
So you watched yourself, keeping quiet and low profile about your inquiries regarding the holly-jolly—banned—topic. Except for the days when your curiosity got the upper hand against you, and you wound up breaking a few rules until your wonders were satiated.
And it just so happens that today is one of those days.
Of course, you never go out looking for trouble. Trouble just seems to be drawn to you—like it’s looking for you.
A sense of déjà vu hits you the moment a ray of light burns your eyes, a glint that feels all too familiar twinkling from the same old dump—only now it's more rundown and filled with waste than ever. Anyone else would keep walking. Anyone else would ignore the curiosity and continue their daily, routine walk home. Anyone else would follow the rules and keep out, like the fence’s sign encourages—
But, you’re not anyone else. You are—to the dismay of everyone who’s ever told you to just follow the crowd—[Y/N]. You’re also climbing the fence without a second thought, hopping over less than gracefully and jogging through the grime and grease filled lot.
The same as all those years ago, a small, glass ornamental model of a reindeer lays half buried in the muck, begging for you to free it. Of course, you’re not one to refuse a forbidden ornament’s request, glancing over your shoulder before you yank it from the dirt. You stare at it in your palms, wiping the filth from its crystalline surface. It’s beautiful, and you feel like you could stare at it all day–
Your phone rings, making you scream quietly in surprise. Silencing the alarm, you panic at the time. You were so immersed in the ornament, you lost track of time, and now you’re suffering the consequences. Cursing under your breath, you hope Chan won’t kill you for being late.
Quietly unlocking the door, you pray that Chan hasn’t noticed your tardiness—you don’t want a scolding. Peeking through the door, you let out a quiet sigh of relief when you don’t see him, clumsily bumping the door open against the wall. You curse under your breath when a shadow looms over your crouched, cringing figure.
“I was worried sick!”
Groaning, you stand. “Sorry Dad!” Your sing-song voice only further agitating Chan.
“Stop messing around [Y/N], I was about to go look for you.” Only now do you realize his attire, a thick jacket, warm hat, knitted gloves and fluffy boots. “Where have you been?”
You stay quiet for a moment, giving him a sheepish smile. “Well… you know how I’m always going on and on about Christmas and Santa Claus?” Twiddling your fingers around the ornament in your pocket. Chan knew of your dangerous curiosity with the forbidden day, everyone did, but he was always the most concerned about what you might do regarding it.
He scoffs, crossing his arms. “You know that the only Santas out there are those jerks in red suits watching our every move.”
“They are not Santas.” Objecting, you maneuver towards the dining table.
“Then they’re the elves, it doesn’t matter. How does that explain why you’re late?”
“Well...” You trail off, slowly pulling the ornament out of your pocket, uncurling your fingers to reveal the transparent deer.
“[Y/N] where the hell did you get that? Please tell me you didn’t break into the junkyard again.” He panics, his eyes mixed with fear, shock and confusion.
“Chan, don’t be upset—“
His hands fly to his hair, gripping it in stress. “Why would you do this? Do you know what could happen to us if anyone saw you?” His accent becomes thicker with each word. Thinking for a moment, he cringes, then glares at the ornament. “Shatter it.”
Your eyes widen in complete shock at his wrists, before you furrow your brows, covering the figurine. “No! I won’t!”
“Flush it down the toilet then!”
“How are we going to explain the glass reindeer in the pipes to the landlord when our toilet gets clogged?” Exasperated at his ridiculous suggestion, you tuck it into your pocket once more and take a seat in your chair at the dining table. Maybe, Chan will forget about it after a meal with you.
He doesn’t allow the thought a chance, sitting in front of you and glaring as close to your pocket as he can see. “Let’s blend it and drink the evidence. Nobody will ever know and we won’t get in trouble.”
You gape at him, flabbergasted. Is he serious? “Chan, drinking glass particles is incredibly dangerous.”
“Well what are we going to do about it? Do you want to be arrested?”
Dropping your fork in annoyance, you cross your arms. “Nobody saw me, and we’re not getting arrested.”
He ignores your defense and proceeds to scold you further about your reckless actions, throwing in a plan to destroy or at least rid yourselves of the decoration. Having a smart and protective boyfriend was usually the dream, but right now it feels more like you’re dating a father figure who thinks everyone is out to get them.
“—you know better than to do something like this, [Y/N].”
You raise a brow when he finishes, as if provoking him to lecture you further. “Will you just call down? Nothing’s going to happen to us. Besides, it’s not like it’s dangerous. Nothing about Christmas is.”
“You don’t know that.”
“And if I do?” You challenge. He rolls his eyes, shooting you a glare that says, ‘I know you don’t for a fact,’. “If you don’t believe me… we could…” your voice fades as you try to think of how to change his mind, before an amazing idea sparks inside you. “What if we threw our own Christmas party?”
Chan just about faints at that, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to hold himself together, bewildered by your suggestion. “Hold a what? [Y/N], are you feeling alright? Christmas is illegal.”
As he reaches to check your temperature, you swat his hand away. “I’m fine! And I know! It would just be us though, a few decorations and a tree. What could go wrong?”
“Everything, if we get caught, our lives are over.” He sighs. “Just, do something with that. Hide it, destroy it, just make sure it’s gone.”
“I can’t just get rid of it, Chan. All my life, I’ve thought about Christmas and the fat man in a red suit on all those ‘obey the law’ posters.” Taking a pause, you inhale deeply, grounding yourself as you relax back into your seat. “This is my sign that I should know more.”
Chan hates how weak he is for you, because somehow you always convince him to do something risky or prohibited. He hates it even more now, mumbling to himself, trying to hide the tension he feels in his chest from showing. If anyone at his job were to find out he was scheming to learn about Christmas—oh, he’d be done for.
“I can’t believe I’m listening to her.” Mutters leave his lips like mantras, cycling through the same lines and words over and over in despair throughout the day. “I could lose everything…”
Chan’s always been the more apprehensive one of the two of you, always on his toes and always doing his best not to break the rules. Nobody could afford to step out of line–except you, of course.
The two of you met when you were young, and Chan had always been the rule-abiding one of you. He was never late to class, work, and never went against authority. In short, the prime example of what the government wanted its residents to be like. And now here he is, standing outside an abandoned house with you to meet a hacker.
Jisung wasn’t like you or Chan. He didn’t exactly follow the rules, but he never got in trouble for it. As someone who could change government records with just the click of a button, he had no fears. Besides, it’s not like they wanted to arrest their best hacker.
You’re just lucky enough to have grown up with him, so he’s willing to help you break some rules, too. Knocking once, then twice, a couple pieces of metal clank to the floor before a pair of feet scramble to the door, unlocking it to reveal your old friend in a gray T-shirt and white cargo pants, one hand covered in wires and the other grasping a screwdriver. “[Y/N]? Is it the afternoon already? I skipped lunch then.”
You shake your head, lifting the takeout bag in your hands to his eyes, watching proudly as they light up. The boy always had a problem keeping track of time and forgetting to take care of his basic needs, he’s just fortunate you remembered. “I’ve got you covered. Now, hack us into the government.”
He nods, swinging the door wide open for you two to enter as he finds his laptop in his mess. Acquiring it at last, Jisung takes a seat on his couch, patting the sides of him for you and Chan to take a seat, ready to work his magic.
Typing away speedily, he can’t help his curiosity that easily gets the better of him. “What are you guys trying to find?”
"Just a little stuff on Christmas, then we’ll be done.” Chan answers first, sending a halfhearted glare your way. He still hasn’t wrapped his head around what you two are doing right now. Even as he watches the codes on Han’s screen, this is all surreal. Oh, how could he let you convince him to do this?
The younger’s typing slows down, and he eyes Chan suspiciously. “Christmas? Why do you want to know about Christmas?” His eyebrow lifts as he interrogates the older boy.
“We’re just… curious.”
“No, I can see it on your face, you’re lying.” Han squints at him, pursing his lips in a way that makes his cheeks seem even chubbier--if that’s possible. “And there’s no way you’d want me to hack into the government just for fun. What’re you doing, Chan?”
Popping into the conversation at the sight of your boyfriend’s panicked face, you decide to come clean. “I stole an ornament yesterday.”
“You what?”
Nodding, you continue. “I stole an ornament. I was showing Chan yesterday, when I got an idea.”
“[Y/N]...” Chan warns, almost worried that Jisung would rat you out for having such atypical thoughts. He wouldn’t, obviously, but Chan could never be too careful. “It’s not important.”
“I wanted to throw a Christmas party, but Chan didn’t think it was a good idea, so I told him to at least let us research it. I’m hoping I can sway him a bit if he sees that it’s actually cool.” You smile, before crossing your fingers, “I really hope it’s cool or else I’m going to look like an idiot.”
Chan mutters to himself irritatedly, one arm crossed, and the other perched on it as he repeatedly opens his hand and punches his nose dramatically. “And she told him. Of course, she told him. Why wouldn’t she tell him?” You roll your eyes at him.
Jisung nods, one hand on his chin. “If that’s the case… then I’m in.”
Chan, snapped out of his trance, gapes at the younger boy, jaw on the ground. “What do you mean you’re ‘in’? ‘In’ what?”
“I want to help with your illegal party. I don’t know much about all this Christmas biz, but I want to help. It seems like a good idea, getting out and breaking the rules for once to live our lives.” The adorable hacker reasons. “I want to feel alive.”
“As if you don’t feel alive every time you break the law with that laptop.” Chan groans, facepalming. Of course Jisung would be on board with your schemes—it is Han Jisung after all. “Just open the files already so you guys can see what a bad idea this all is.”
Jisung mimics Chan in a high-pitched voice, mocking the older as his fingers fly across the board. A satisfied smile graces his chubby cheeks when his computer flashes with dozens of folders of classified information on the one and only Christmas. “Am I awesome, or am I awesome?”
“Thank you, Han!” Cheering, you turn the laptop towards yourself, clicking the first folder open and reading through a few short files. They’re all recollections of people who’ve either been arrested or banished for even speaking about the holiday—either that or drawings of some old geezer in a red suit with presents, some more jolly than others. Then at last, you find the first video, clicking it with hesitation.
The three of you huddle together, heads touching as you all try to get the best view of the ten-inch screen possible. “Stop pushing Han.”
“It’s not me!”
It’s an older film, that much you can tell by its outdated camera quality, but you can just make out a family smiling around a tree, presents and wrapping paper surrounding them as they pose for photos and open the gifts. Oversized stockings hang above their fireplace, and the same man in a red suit—you assume Santa—is printed in everything.
Then the next clip has someone with a turkey, the house decorated in colors you’ve only seen on the ground during fall when trees were withering away. Another has a man in a rabbit suit posing with families with baskets. They’re all different, some with fancy outfits, another with unusual attire you’d only see on the TV, and others with the red, white and green decorations you’ve only dared to dream about.
Then the next video has families being chased out and down the street as their houses are burnt to crisps, fancy gifts and clothing being thrown out the door by the ‘Santas’ that patrolled the streets on the daily. Families whole being arrested over a holiday.
The three of you simultaneously try to click for the next file, only for Jisung to slap your hands away, muttering “My laptop,” under his breath whilst moving on.
The next file’s an article, explaining each of the celebrations you’d seen just moments ago. The turkey one—thanksgiving. Rabbit suit—Easter. Peculiar attire—Halloween. All of those holidays were banned one by one by the government.
“The idea of holidays—to celebrate which ones they choose freely. It’s too free. Plus, it allows more family time and days off work where they aren’t being conditioned to our work hours and schedules. The removal will prove beneficial to us in the long run.”
The three of you sit in silence after that last video, the shock taking a moment to settle in. There were… more holidays? And they were just taken away, because people were too… free?
The violent and cruel videos only solidify Chris’s hesitance, because there’s no possible way he's going to risk the freedom of all three of you, just for some ridiculous party. No, nothing can make him even consider any of this. “Okay, you got your research [Y/N], this is over now.”
“What—Chan—”
“Did you see what happened to those people [Y/N], those homes and families?” He panics, eyes wide as they bore into your own. His hands go to your hand, “I can’t let us do that. It’s too dangerous, it’s too dumb and reckless. What if we get caught? Do you really want to spend your life in prison?”
You bite your lip. He’s right, but… you don’t want to just let this go. It’s what you’ve wanted all your life, and now you might actually be able to pursue it. “Then let’s not get caught.”
“Plus I can totally wipe it off your records if I want to. Mine is already pretty much blank. Han Jisung barely exists.” The younger boy smiles, munching on the takeout you brought for him, cheeks filled to the brim. “On record I have like, two things to my name, and one of them is half a granola bar.”
“See?” You gesture to his computer, as if trying to convince Chris that everything will be fine, although the younger’s words are slightly off-putting.
Nonetheless, you end up leaving Jisung’s place with a grin plastered on your face and a resting look of ‘why did I listen to you?’ on Chan’s.
——
A rough knock startles you both out of bed the next day. Chan waddles to the door, the cold air hitting his shirtless body as he opens the door to reveal two figures. Groaning, he lifts an eyebrow at Han. Energetic as ever, the younger explains himself. “If we’re gonna do this, we’ve got to do it right.”
“Right…” the eldest rasps out, rubbing his eyes. “... and who’s this?”
The tallest brunette sticks out his hand, smiling with an almost mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’m Minho, an experienced thief. I want to help with the plan.” A what now?
Chan looks at Jisung questioningly, before rolling his tired eyes and shaking the newcomer’s hand. “G’day, I’m Chan. I’ll go get [Y/N].”
Minho’s good at what he does, and it’s easy to tell. Besides the record he has breaking into places for the government—it’s not like they were a very honest government anyway—he has completed countless jobs, and he’s never been caught. It’s also obvious with his expertise and on hand blueprint of the building. “The main thing is knowing where every entrance and exit is. That, the guards, and the cameras. If you know these things, you’ll never get caught.”
He gives you all a brief list of roles, before resting his chin on his hand. “We’re still missing a getaway driver, though, and I don’t think any of us would work well with that…” he mutters under his breath.
“That’s all fine and dandy,” Chan starts, pulling his coveralls over his broad shoulders, “But I actually go to work, so can we continue this later?”
You all nod, the boys packing their things, Jisung not missing a beat to mumble offhandedly. “No need to be so rude.” His words make you nudge him playfully.
——
Again, Chan’s long hours at work consist of begrudgingly moving supply boxes into trucks while grumbling about how irresponsible and utterly insane this plan is. “... breaking into the government? Have they lost their minds? Why am I the only one thinking logically?”
Unfortunately, despite how cautious he may act about someone hearing you, he’s not too self-aware when it comes to how loud he’s actually grumbling. And apparently, it’s loud enough for the driver in the supply truck to hear everything he’s said. “Who’s breaking into the government? And who’s lost their minds? Hm, Chan?”
Chris facepalms himself harshly, furrowing his brows as he realizes his careless mistake. About to debunk everything Felix thinks he heard, he realizes the younger’s occupation. A driver. Didn’t that Minho guy say you needed a driver?
He groans, thinking to himself disappointedly, ‘Why must I love a wannabe-delinquent?’ as he invites Felix to meet up with him after work.
It didn’t take much convincing other than mentioning a dangerous, illegal scheme to coax the boy into agreeing with a, “Sounds lit, I'm in.” His word choice makes Chan second guess his decisions in life even more—if that’s possible by this point.
Bursting through your shared apartment door, Chan’s exhausted, slumped figure enters, a more bright and energized one bouncing in behind him with a grin stitched onto his adorable face. “Well, we have a new recruit. Call the other two over so we can get this over with as soon as possible.”
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love die young
wc: 0,5k
pairing: bang chan x gn!reader
summary: after months of young love, you decide it's best to part ways
genres: angst, breakup!au
tw: mention of death (just a thought) and anxiety
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Chris fell in love with you rather quickly. He was attracted to you the second he laid his eyes on you, your beautiful hair complimenting your face nicely.
He got the courage to speak with you after class one day, and your personalities matched perfectly.
It was young love at its finest.
You’d do everything together, without forgetting your respective family and friends.
This amazing relationship was around nine months old. Then, one afternoon at his house, you said something that shook his very core.
“Chris, I have to tell you something.”
“What’s wrong, angel?” he asked, worry in his voice. You rarely called him by his name.
“I— OK, this is gonna be difficult.”
You breathed, throat tight.
You were seated on each side of the couch. At the sight of your dejected state, he moved closer to you, a reassuring hand pressed against your knee.
In his head, he imagined one of your family members passed away. Honestly, he couldn't think of anything else that could put you in such a distressed state.
“I want to break up.”
He thought wrong.
You words felt like a bomb exploded in his chest. You weren't one to make jokes this hurtful, and he always knew when you lied.
The fact you were being real filled him with confusion and anxiety.
“I don’t understand,” was all he could reply.
Weren't you happy together during the many months you spent together? Was every single moment all a lie? Did he even know you like he thought he did?
“You don't love me anymore?” he resumed, “Did I do something? Is there someone else? Someone better?”
Self deprecating questions spiraling in his head, he felt like suffocating. He moved back, away from you.
“No, it's none of that, Chris. I promise. I just feel like I don’t know myself, and I need to. In order to know who I am… This journey I have to take alone.”
Tears were staining your shirt, but you didn't care one bit. Seeing him like this hurt more than words could describe.
“Please, don’t let this love —our love— die young.”
“I love you,” you said softly, “I just need to put myself first this time.”
“Y/N,” he whined, your words feeling like a white-hot knife cutting right through him. “I need you to stay.”
You sniffed, caressing his elbow with your thumb. The movement calmed his nerves, if only a little.
“And I need to go.”
Chris’ heart was hammering in his chest.
Tell me it was just a wrong feeling.
“I’m sorry,” you resumed, “I really am. I never meant to hurt you. I’m leaving the day after summer break officially starts. We may never see each other again.” Your voice broke a little.
It was painful— no, crushing the both of you. However, you had to do it. For your own sake.
“I love you,” he whispered, barely seeing you through his tears.
He got closer to you, pressed his forehead against yours.
The goodbye kiss was passionate, teeth crashing and full of love and pain.
“Thank you,” you murmured, out of breath, when you let go of his face, “for everything.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“I have to.”
These were the last words spoken to each other.
You left, heart heavy but determined to find yourself and be able to love yourself like you loved him.
Chris stayed for hours, crying on his couch.
Maybe I should blame myself for never thinking we’d end up this way.
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Christmas EveL: The Heist | 2
a collaboration of : @hyunnows @crispy-chan @pufflix for the HOI ficmas event
summary: you’ve always had a strange affinity for the outlawed holiday known as christmas. chris, your boyfriend, never understood your dangerous fascination with something so incredibly illegal. now, when you’ve decided to hold a christmas party that could very likely get you killed, will he and his friends help you? successfully pulling off this insanely risky heist will mean you get to host the party of the century. But if one thing goes wrong, the government will come for you all…
pairing: bang chan x f.reader
genre: fluff, very mild angst; action, romance, humor, heist!au
wc: 6.2k
warnings: language, heists, mentions of oppressive government and guns, mild innuendos (PG-13)
a/n: hello. this is a repost of the second chapter of Christmas EveL. we got full permission to repost this chapter from the op (who deactivated). if you knew them, you likely know what happened, so if this makes you uncomfortable, don't read. our goal is to not allow the series that we worked hard on and had so much fun writing go to waste. nothing more, nothing less. that being said, if you enjoy the series, do let us know :))
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"How are we even going to do this?" Chris demands, all but wringing his hands with worry now that Jisung and his friend had arrived.
At that moment, Minho yanks out a chair at the table with an obnoxiously loud scrape, plopping down into the seat with a satisfied smirk. "I've got a plan."
"You've got a plan?" you deadpan, disbelief dripping from your voice. "How is that even possible?"
"We literally just started talking about this, like, yesterday!" Chris adds incredulously.
With a nonchalant shrug, Minho says, "What can I say? I'm experienced with this sort of thing."
There's a beat of silence.
"We're breaking into a government facility," you say slowly, very much questioning whether Jisung is hanging out with the right kind of people.
"Don't ask."
"I don't know about you guys," Jisung suddenly interrupts, plopping into the seat beside his best friend, "but I'm curious about this plan."
Chris lets out a sigh that sounds much too world-weary to be coming from a man of his age. "Fine. Let's hear it."
***
"First of all, Felix is our getaway driver."
"Felix? He doesn't seem like the kind of person to stay cool under that sort of pressure…"
"Just trust me."
It's dark when Felix pulls up in his black van. The city is quiet except for the howling wind, which makes the snowflakes whirl like a tornado of white. It's practically a blizzard outside. The perfect cover.
"Guys, are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Yes, Chris," you sigh for the millionth time.
You have to admit, you all look like characters out of some super spy action flick. Decked out all in black. Ski masks pulled over your faces. You can all but see Chan cringing at himself internally.
Jisung, peering between the blinds of the window, straightens and turns to face the three of you. His face is white, but bright with excitement. "That's the signal."
"He'll drive us up to the barbed wire fence around the facility. It's supposed to snow that night, so hopefully no one will see us."
"'Hopefully'?" you echoed, a nervous edge to your voice.
"Don't overthink it."
"I brought snacks!" Felix chirps as Minho yanks open the door and you all pile inside.
"That's great, Lix!" You try to keep your voice upbeat for the sake of your own sanity. And try not to think about how a metaphorical six-year-old is your designated get-away driver.
"I'm just a genius like that," the blonde says smugly, adjusting his black beanie on his fluffy head. "Now, who wants the Oreos?"
"Felix, maybe we should start driving now and pass out snacks later," Minho cuts in.
With a pout, Felix shifts the gear into drive. "Rude."
"I'd like the Oreos, please," mutters Jisung.
"Once we're at the fence, Ji will do his thing."
"Be annoying?" you snorted, only to be pinned by a hurt glare from the boy in question.
"Uncalled for!"
Chris wavered, looking torn between remaining aloof from the whole escapade and keeping everyone on track. "I suppose 'his thing' is hacking?"
The grin that came to Minho's face was almost feral. "You know it."
Jisung sighs with pure bliss, laptop perched on his lap as you feed him Oreos. "I don't think there's anything more satisfying than bypassing government firewalls."
"I can think of something," Felix chortles, wiggling his eyebrows. Minho delivers a quick smack to the back of his head. "Ow!"
"How's it coming?" you wonder, poking your head in front of the screen. Lines upon lines of code flash by, hurting your eyes almost as badly as strobe lights. How Jisung could look at this mess of numbers and gibberish for hours on end, you had no idea.
"Move your head outta the way," whines your friend. "I can't see anything."
Oops. Sheepishly, you move back, placing another Oreo on his tongue to compensate for the inconvenience.
"Mm, thank you," he hums, wiggling happily.
Minutes pass, and they feel like years as you repeatedly glance out the window towards the government facility. It's the giant complex where they take all the confiscated items to be recorded, processed, examined, sorted, and then exported to the burning site. It's hidden by the swirling snow storm outside, but that doesn't stop you from anxiously wondering if they can see you. The entire van goes quiet, the only sounds being the humming of the heater, howling of the wind, and clacking of Jisung's fingers on the keyboard.
"I'm in!"
His sudden shout makes you jump in your seat, but the others only move in closer, excitement written on their faces. Even Chris doesn't look paranoid out of his mind for once…
Minho grins, staring over Jisung's shoulder at the screen. "You know what to do."
"Aye aye, captain." With a sarcastic chuckle, Jisung goes to work on the security systems, fingers flying across the keys.
"This is the central security hub," he explains, nodding his head at the screen. "I hacked into a back door and essentially tricked the system into giving me admin privileges."
"Whoa…"
As you crowd around him, Jisung programs the security camera to play a four hour loop of footage taken just before you all had arrived.
"All the security monitors are going to be playing these recordings rather than live footage," he smirks. "This is too easy."
He digs deep into the system, pulling out blueprints of the complex, security guard rotations, door pass codes – everything you need to get in and out as quickly and quietly as possible without getting caught.
"So what do I do?" Felix wonders, popping a strawberry Pocky stick into his mouth.
"You're the getaway driver," Minho says blankly. "What do you think you're supposed to do?"
Felix hesitates. "Drive away?"
Sighing, Minho questions further. "Do you remember when you're supposed to drive away?"
"At the signal," the blonde states confidently.
Chris groans out loud.
"Don't you groan at me!"
"No, Felix," Minho says slowly, looking anxious for the first time since… well, since ever. "You're supposed to start the engine at the signal. You drive away as soon as we get into the van."
"Oh, right." The boy flushes bright red, and if you weren't so incredibly nervous, you probably would smile.
"Okay, we're set." Jisung swivels toward you, handing earpieces to you, Minho, and Chris. “You guys know what to do, right?”
“Listen to you at all times and never second-guess your judgment–”
“I still feel anxious about that part,” Chris grumbles.
“And wait for you and Lee Know to break into the control room…”
“I’ll have to go in first,” Lee Know said somberly. “I’m more comfortable with this sort of thing.”
You nodded, leaning on the table with both your hands. “What will you do?”
That iconic smirk grows across his face as he replies, “I have to steal uniforms for you guys.”
“As disguises?” Felix demands excitedly. “I love disguises!”
The older man gives the blonde a skeptical once-over. “How old are you again?”
Felix bristles. “Why does that matter?”
With a disinterested hum, Minho glaces away again to continue explaining his plan. “I’ll leave the uniforms by the cargo boxes outside the processing building of the complex. This is where Felix comes in.”
At the sound of his name, the young man wiggles with eagerness. “This is gonna be so cool.”
You, Chris, and Jisung are hiding in the same large, wooden boxes that the confiscators always pack Christmas memorabilia in for processing. There are three boxes; two empty ones for you, Ji, and Chris to squat in, and another filled with ornaments and decorations in case a security guard demands to inspect the cargo. Originally, the plan was for Ji and Chris to share a box, but upon hearing that idea, the former went into what could be loosely described as a tantrum.
“He might crush my hardware!” he protested indignantly. “Giant, clumsy brute that he is.”
“I take offense to that.”
The solution was to stick Jisung and his precious electronics in one box while you and Chris squished into the second. You aren’t exactly complaining, though. His breath is sweet-smelling, and he looks very, very kissable this close. Although the both of you are too nervous to speak as Felix drives around to the delivery gate, your eyes speak volumes, boring into each other’s. If we get out of this alive, he seems to say, I am never going to let you go.
It’s a sentiment you can very much live with.
“Driving up to the gate now.” Felix’s deep voice crackles to life through your earpiece, and you nod despite the fact that he can’t see you.
“It baffles me how he can have the face of a literal four-year-old and the voice of fucking Smaug,” Chris mutters, bracing his hand against the side of the wooden wall as the van jolts over a particularly large divot in the snow-smothered road.
“I heard that.” Funny how Felix sounds more gleeful than offended.
“By the time our getaway driver gets to the delivery gate, I’ll be at the checkpoint station in uniform. For appearances sake, I’ll have to pretend to inspect the cargo in his hold before waving you all through. Once you’re in, wait until I radio that the coast is clear.” With that Minho took a long, luxurious sip of his hot chocolate. He hummed with satisfaction upon swallowing, right before diving back into the mug. “This has got to be the best cocoa I’ve ever had.”
You blinked. “Minho, the plan.”
“Patience, little grasshopper, I’m getting to it.”
“Did you just call me a bug?” You bristled, but Minho just rolled his eyes.
“Technically, it’s an insect. And I wasn’t actually calling you a bug, it’s a saying.”
“Okay, okay,” Chris interrupted. “Just get on with the plan already.”
“Right.” The thief cleared his throat several times, and your impatience got the best of you. Your leg started bouncing with aggravation as he took his sweet time. “Where was I again?”
“The coast is clear,” you prodded impatiently.
“Oh, right.” Minho’s eyes narrowed as a sly grin bloomed across his face, making him look for all the world like a fox about to break into a chicken coop. “Once the coast is clear, you guys can jump out of the back of the van and behind the cargo boxes by the side of the building. You’ll find the uniforms there.”
“Where do we change?” you demand. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
Minho blinked. “Behind the boxes, stupid.”
“You expect me to strip in front of two men?"
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Chris protested indignantly. At that, the two youngest started complaining, making gagging noises as they whined loudly about how that was way too much information and incredibly gross and could you please get a room.
Minho simply rolled his eyes, looking like a total diva as he sipped snootily at the cocoa. “Just have them look away. And do it fast, guys. It’ll be cold.”
Cold, your foot. It’s utterly freezing. As you slip on the uniform, it’s all you can do to stop your teeth from chattering so loudly that they reveal your position to any nearby guards. And what a position you’re in. Half-naked. You would snort with laughter if you weren’t so incredibly frozen.
“Are you snails dressed yet?” hisses Minho’s voice over your earpieces.
“Yes, calm down,” you mumble, shivering as you yank on the combat boots.
“Great. We’ll let you know when we’re in the attic.”
“Phase two starts with me and Jisung,” Minho continued, now swishing his mug as though he were Dumbledore or something. “And it’s the most dangerous part.”
Jisung shrank the tiniest amount, looking both intrigued and intimidated.
You snorted as you realized that Felix was pouting, obviously put off by the fact that he hadn’t been assigned something extremely dangerous.
“Once we’re all in uniform, he and I will walk inside the complex to the restroom on the east wall. There’s a large grate there where we can access the air ducts and climb to the attic on the third floor.”
“Why the attic?” Jisung whined. "It's dusty up there, and I have a sensitive nose!"
"Because it's the only place where you can speak freely to the others on the headset without getting caught," snapped Minho.
He turned towards you again, missing out on the petulant grimace Jisung aimed at his back. “Once we’re up in the attic, we’ll be able to guide you through the complex. Jisung will have already hacked into the live feeds to make sure they’re playing a recording from earlier, so the security guards in the camera room won’t even know we’re there. Only Ji will be able to access the live footage.” “So, just to clarify,” Chris interrupted anxiously, “Jisung will be able to see people coming, right? And warn us?”
Minho rolled his eyes again – you were starting to wonder if it was his personal hobby. “You’ll be wearing uniforms, so you should be fine. But yes, Jisung will warn you.”
Jisung’s voice crackles to life in your ear as you strode through the hallway, trying desperately to look like you belonged in this high-security complex. “There’s a higher-up coming around the corner up ahead in ten seconds,” he warns over the earpiece. “She’s wearing the badge of Lieutenant, so get out of there.”
You have all already established that being seen by officers is too risky. Their wider range of permissions on-site means that if they suspect anything is amiss, they can arrest you and dig up your citizen profiles. You don’t even want to think about what would happen to you and your family if the government caught you breaking into a high-security complex.
I could be hanged for terrorism. Before you can start to freak out too much, you push the thought down as far as it can go.
“There are bathrooms on your right,” hisses Jisung.
A split second before the officer comes around the corner into view, Chris veers into the men’s bathroom. You’re just about to slip inside the women’s room when the lieutenant appears around the corner, her sharp eyes meeting yours. Upon hearing Jisung’s low gasp in your ear, you almost lose your cool. Somehow, though, you manage to keep your head on straight, and you turn crisply towards the opposite wall, eyes straight ahead, saluting as the officer passes.
She nods. “As you were.”
Heart pounding, you step into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind you.
“That was terrifying,” says Ji shakily.
“You’re telling me.” With slow breaths, you calm your wildly galloping heart.
"Okay, Chris is waiting for you in the hall." His voice still sounds a bit trembly, but at least it’s a little less so.
You take a deep breath, straighten your uniform jacket, and join your boyfriend outside.
"Jisung will guide you to the room where the ornaments and decorations are taken to be processed. Then, with a sack I'll leave behind the door, you can steal whatever you want and shove it into the air duct on the south wall of the room. I'll be waiting in the vent to take the bag."
"Do you have to use the word 'steal'?" protested Chris. "It makes me feel like such a bad person."
With an unsympathetic shrug, the thief replied, "I mean, you're the one wanting to break into a government facility."
"It wasn't my idea!"
"One, six, five, nine, zero, two," Jisung recites in your ear, as Chris carefully types the code into the door's electronic lock.
With a loud, drawn-out click, the heavy metal door unbolts, and he turns the handle to swing it wide open.
“We’re in.” You just have time to whisper it before you’re knocked speechless by the sight before you.
The room is filled with Christmas. It is Christmas. Crates upon crates of beautiful glass ornaments, boxes of red and green stockings, bags full of bubble-wrapped Santa figures, rows of painted metal reindeer and snowmen to put in your yard. Everything seems to sparkle or glitter or shimmer or shine, vibrant reds, lovely greens, pure whites, and beautiful golds coating nearly every surface.
As you stare, awestruck at the incredible visage, you vaguely register a warmth spreading from your head to your toes, stemming from the giant smile on your face.
“Whoa,” Chris breathes.
“There’s no time to marvel,” Jisung says quickly. “Minho’s already on his way through the air vents. Hurry up and fill the bag.”
It takes everything in you not to whoop with excitement as you grab the giant sack behind the closed door, take Chris’s hand, and sprint for the nearest crate.
His jaw is slack as his hands hesitantly hover over the shining ornaments. "What do we take?"
When he looks at you, his face visibly softens at the stars in your beaming eyes. "All of it."
Giggling quietly, you grab everything in sight, from ribbons to tinsel to boughs of holly to Christmas tree ornaments. You scamper from box to box, practically vibrating with excitement while Chris helps you collect the goodies. Although you’re too busy cooing over stuffed animals that look like reindeer to notice, he’s enjoying himself. More than he ever expected he would. He can't help the way his heart flutters upon seeing the absolute purity in your eyes. The gleaming smile on your face could make him melt right there. And, oh, when you look up at him, eyes shining like he's the most beautiful ornament of all, he can't help but lean forward. As his eyes flutter shut and his lips reach for yours, his heart begins to race. Somehow, even after all this time, even the simple act of kissing you feels–
"Chris, now is not the time!" Jisung's voice crackles to life in Chris's earpiece, startling him out of the moment.
Confused, you blink. All you were doing was reaching for a Frosty the Snowman statuette when Chris suddenly closed his eyes.
"Jisung," you say sternly, "you can't expect Chris to be able to hold back a sneeze just because you think it's not the right time."
For some reason, your boyfriend flushes as red as the Christmas decorations surrounding you, turning away to shove a few last items into the sack.
"Right." Jisung's voice is sarcastic. "Because that's what he was gonna do. Sneeze."
"I'm here," interrupts Minho's voice. You can hear the tiniest echo of it from behind the grate on the air duct on the opposite wall. "Aren't you guys done yet?"
"Just one more thing," you plead.
"Dude!"
But you're already running for a crate on the other side of the giant room, to something that caught your eye the moment you walked in.
"Babe, wait!" Chris runs after you, panting as he screeches to a stop in front of the giant box.
All you can do is gape. You thought it was beautiful from across the room, but up close–
It’s a tiny pine tree, about the size of your head, and made entirely of emeralds. The detail is exquisite, with each miniscule pine needle being a thin, sparkling prism of green. Welded to the top of the metal trunk is a golden star trimmed in red garnets, and it practically glows with a light all its own. The little ornaments hanging from the little branches are actually welded into place, but the metalwork looks almost too delicate for welding to have been possible. You smile, intrigued, as you lean forward to inspect the tiny ornaments themselves. They’re itty-bitty golden picture frames, also trimmed in bright garnet gems. You blink.
“Guys, hurry up,” hisses Jisung. “I want to get the hell out of–”
“That’s me,” you say blankly. “Why am I in these frames?”
A beat of silence follows your sudden statement, and Chris leans forward to stare at the little pictures hanging from the emerald branches. “Are these your baby pictures?”
“Yes,” you say. Too many emotions for you to identify whirl through you. You think there’s a little bit of confusion and shock. Or maybe that’s fear.
Why do they still have your baby pictures? Shouldn’t they have already been burned all those years ago?
Each of the frames on the tree is occupied by a different shot: there's one of you in elf pajamas, one with your family, one with you sitting on the lap of a man who looked oddly like Santa.
"Put it in the bag," you say quietly.
Chris asks no questions, instead carefully placing the treasure into the sack.
"I'd like to know why they have stuff from years ago," he murmurs, slinging the bag carefully over his shoulder.
He says your name questioningly when you don't respond, but you're too engrossed by the label on the crate.
"Look," you whisper. "It says 'extermination quota'."
"What?"
Your mind is going a hundred miles per hour, and you don't think to answer Chris's question. Like a caged tiger, you stalk along the crates pushed up against the wall.
"They all say the same thing," you mumble. "What on earth is the 'extermination quota'?"
"Babe, look," Chris calls, pointing at the large wooden boxes not lined up on the wall, instead scattered around the room in groups. "These labels are different."
Your brows furrow as you walk towards the crates at which he's pointing. "Ship to China," you read out loud. "What–?"
Chris is already looking at the other boxes in this group, reading the labels out loud. "Ship to Japan, Ship to North Korea, Ship to Mongolia," he says.
Jisung and Minho have fallen into a stunned silence, and you assume they simply watch as you jog over to the next group of crates.
"Ship to the Philippines," you read. "And Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, Indonesia…"
"This group lists all the Eastern European countries," calls your boyfriend, crouching down to study the labels of a third group.
"And this one is all the Western ones," you call back, moving to yet another cluster of crates.
"What does it mean?" whispers Ji.
Chris seems just as perplexed as the younger, but the gears in your head are slowly turning, starting to click the pieces into place.
"They're selling them," you say quietly.
The responding quiet is heavy with something ominous.
"Think about it. Those boxes by the wall are filled with unharmed artifacts from years ago. And they say 'extermination quota'."
There's a slight hesitation.
"I don't get it," admits Jisung, voice sounding rather abashed.
But Minho pushes out a long, low exhalation of disbelief. "It's a queue."
You nod, already beginning to tremble with anger.
"A queue for the dump?" Chris asks slowly.
You nod.
Millions of your countrymen had their heirlooms taken from them. Christmas ornaments and statues passed down through their family lines. But when the government took them away to be burned, they didn't destroy them all at once. They queued them up to be burned periodically over a matter of years according to a minimum quota. For the sake of appearances. Because the rest of the things they stole are being sold to other countries for a profit, countries that are free to celebrate Christmas. What a hypocrite is President Venier Garland, the man who banned Christmas in your country. All because he disagreed with what it represented, what it promoted.
Enraged tears fill your eyes. "This is too far."
"What do we do?" Chris asks, rising from his crouched position. The look in his eyes is steely, and it spurs you on in the decision you were reluctant to make.
"We tell everyone." Your chin lifts with a rigid defiance, the glint in your eyes striking a sense of pure awe and admiration in your boyfriend's chest. "They deserve to know."
"Already on it," mutters Jisung. Over the earpiece, you can hear his fingers clacking away at the keys of his computer. "I'm hacking into their reports now."
"Download all the files you can find," you tell him. You turn to Chris. "Let's go."
"Finally," Minho sighs. "I've already loosened the bolts on the grate, so just lift it off and shove the sack inside."
While Chris passes the heavy bag inside the vent to Minho, who's crouched impatiently on the metal duct, you glance over your shoulder. So much beauty going to waste. Your throat constricts as you feel angered tears collecting on your lower lash line.
"You got it?" Chris asks Minho.
The latter hefts the bag slightly, testing its weight. "Yeah, I got it. Put the grate back on now, and I'll meet you guys outside."
Chris bends, reaching for the grate and giving you a very nice view of his butt.
You pretend not to notice the slightly disgusted glare Minho is sending in your direction.
"Hey!"
The protest comes from behind you, and you feel all the blood drain from your face as you whirl. As you stare at the two shocked security guards, you hear Chris curse behind you.
"What are you doing?" demands the taller of the two.
The shorter, more muscular one glares from you to Chris, as he spits, "They're stealing."
Before you can cry out, he sprints for a clear glass box on the wall, flipping open the lid to expose a glowing red button. It's the alarm.
"Changbin!" Minho barks the name, leaping down from the air vent with the agility of a panther.
The small, brawny guard freezes at his voice, fingers a centimeter from the button.
The taller guard, his slender, cat-like eyes widening in shock, takes a hesitant step forward.
"Minho? What are you doing here?"
The thief rises from the crouch into which he'd landed, smirking. "You know me. Always got to keep the govvie on its toes."
"First of all," snarls Changbin, turning to stare at all of you – although his fingers never leave the button –"'govvie' is not a thing."
Minho shrugs.
"And second of all, do you have any idea how much trouble you'll be in once I hit this alarm?"
"Come on, babe," Chris whispers nervously. With a subtle kick of his head, he gestures to the grate. "I'll boost you out."
"I'm not leaving without you," you hiss from the corner of your mouth.
"None of you are leaving," Changbin barks. He turns to face the button again, fingers tensing as they begin to press.
"Changbin!" Minho overtakes the muscular guard with a few long strides, his hand wrapping around the man's wrist. "Don't."
"I have to," he growls. "If anyone finds out we allowed you to escape, Hyunjin and I will be blacklisted. Our families will be in danger."
The tall, slender guard -- Hyunjin, you assume -- fidgets anxiously. "He's right, Minho." His face looks conflicted and more than a little scared as his gaze flickers towards the cameras on the ceiling.
"They're not rolling," you interject gently.
The men's reactions are vastly different.
Hyunjin visibly relaxed. "Alright."
Changbin glares at you. "They're always rolling."
And then he slams the button.
Minho cusses out loud as red lights begin to flash overhead, sirens breaking into a wail.
"You idiot!" he yells at Changbin. "Jisung hacked into the cameras so they'd play a recording instead of live footage!"
"Jisung's here, too?" Changbin and Hyunjin demand simultaneously.
"Yes!"
The short, buff security guard starts wringing his hands, the tough guy facade abruptly vanishing.
"Why didn't you tell me he'd changed the cameras?!"
"WE WERE TRYING TO, BUT YOU HIT THE ALARM."
"Guys!" shouts Chris. "We need to get out of here!"
"He's right!" Jisung says anxiously. "There's a squadron of officers headed in your direction!"
"How soon until they get here?" you shout over the sirens.
"Sixty seconds!"
Chris and Minho curse again, both sprinting for the entrance to the air vent. Biceps flexing, they heft themselves up into the duct.
"Come on, babe," yells Chris. While Minho grabs him by the ankles, your boyfriend dangles over the edge, his large hands reaching for you.
With a huge jump, you grab his forearms, and he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut, clenching his teeth, desperately struggling to pull you up. Muscles bulge under skin, veins pop into view, but he's not strong enough to quickly pull you into the duct.
Suddenly, warm hands wrap around your waist, tightening as Changbin helps Chris heave you up into the metal duct.
"Thanks, mate," Chris nods at the man below.
"Get out of here," Hyunjin urges, shooing you away.
Hastily, Changbin passes up the grate, which Chris hooks into place just as the officers burst into the room.
"What's going on?" demands the Lieutenant you saw in front of the bathroom earlier.
Before you, Chris, and Minho crawl around the corner of the tunnel and out of earshot, you hear Changbin's voice.
"We're not sure. We just arrived a few seconds before you did."
Your heart is pounding as you scamper after Minho, who carries the huge, quietly jingling sack on his back as he shuffles through the maze.
"Jisung, have you made it out?" Minho hisses.
The boy's voice crackles to life in your ear. "Yeah, I'm in the van with Felix already."
"Hi, guys!" chirps Felix through his earpiece.
Minho pauses at a fork, and at first, you wildly think he's lost. But then he sighs with irritation, and you realize his moment of hesitation is simply the result of hearing the cheerful blonde.
"Felix, do you remember what we said?"
There's a moment of sullen silence before he sulkily replies, "No talking on the headset while you guys are on a mission."
"And do you remember why?"
You can practically see Felix's pout. "Because I'm too distracting."
"Exactly."
Jisung snickers quietly, and you hear a loud thump through your earpiece.
"Ow!" Ji whines. "What did I do?"
"Shut up, Han."
Minho sighs again, and you're willing to bet a million dollars that he's rolling his eyes. "Can you guys please just shut up and behave until we get back?"
"Rude," mutters Felix.
You can hear the sirens echoing below as you crawl through the metal space, making lefts and rights and lefts and rights in the maze. It's a miracle that Minho managed to memorize the routes. Or maybe this isn't his first time breaking into the complex…
It's not until your knees are numb that Minho finally leads you out of the ducts, helping you jump down into an empty stairwell.
"Almost out," he whispers, somehow still audible over those oppressive sirens.
Up the stairs, there's a large metal door, a glowing green EXIT sign hanging over it. At just the prospect of making it out of this, your heart starts pounding wildly.
You've almost made it.
When Minho throws open the door with one hand, the freezing winter air slaps you in the face. But it's a welcome feeling, a feeling that's synonymous with freedom. It takes everything in you not to shout giddily as you run out onto the roof. White snow whirls around you, enveloping you like a blanket, and it's difficult even to see Chris and Minho beside you.
"What now?" you shout.
"We jump!"
You splutter. "What?!"
"I don't remember this being part of the plan!" Chris protests over the howling wind.
"That's because I didn't tell you. For obvious reasons!"
"If by 'obvious reasons', you mean there was no way we'd okay with jumping off a fucking building, then yes!"
"Just trust me," yells Minho, squinting through the snow. And then, bag held securely between his arms, he leaps off three stories.
A loud scream tears out of your throat as you watch him get swallowed up by the blizzard, falling, falling, falling. You keep squinting even after he's out of sight, lost in the suffocating white snow.
"He's dead, isn't he," Chris says quietly, his voice an emotionless monotone. And that's how you know he's on the edge of a mental breakdown.
"He must be." Distraught, you wipe your streaming eyes.
"Don't cry," your boyfriend orders, pulling you into his arms. "It'll make you colder."
"What are we going to do? The guards will be up here any minute, Chris. We're dead."
His face is stricken, eyes red with emotion, nose red with cold. But as his mouth opens to comfort you, a ghostly wail wafts up from below.
"Fucking jump, you pussies!"
"What the–"
You sprint to the edge of the building so recklessly that you would fall over the edge if not for Chris grabbing your arm.
"Minho's ghost?" you call down, "Please don't hurt us, we really did try to warn him–"
"I'm not dead, you idiots! Now jump!"
Bemused, you and Chris lock eyes. As muffled shouts echo from the stairwell, pounding footsteps growing imminently closer, you grab his hand.
"On three?" you whisper.
"I love you," he answers, squeezing your fingers.
The tears blur your eyes as you count. "One... two..."
"Three!" yells Chris, and you both leap over the edge of the roof.
For a second, it feels like you're hovering, arms and legs wheeling as you desperately try to swim through the freezing air.
And then you're falling so fast, the wind screams in your ears, snowflakes stinging your face like thousands of needles. You're both screaming as you tumble down, down, down, only Chris's death grip on your hand keeping you from losing your mind. It lasts for only a few seconds, but they're a wild, terrifying, thrilling, exhilarating few seconds that make you feel simultaneously stone dead and heart-pumpingly alive.
And then you're crashing down into a giant crate filled with stuffed reindeer and snowmen and Santas, breathing heavily.
"Took you long enough," snips Minho.
Batting the stuffed toys out of your face, you look up. He's balanced on the edge of the box, one hand on his hip while the other holds the neck of the sack hanging over his shoulder.
"You're alive!" you yelp, swimming through the toys towards the thief.
He only raises an eyebrow, sidestepping the relieved hugs you and Chris aim at him.
"Were you hoping for otherwise?" He tosses you a teasing smirk as he hops off the box onto the roof of a diesel truck. His steps are light, his movements fluid when he slides down the windshield onto the hood and then off onto the snow-smothered concrete.
"He makes it look so easy," grumbles Chris.
"Come on, slowpokes," Minho shouts. "Felix is just around the cor-"
Sure enough, the telltale shriek of tires speeding over asphalt cuts through the howling blizzard, and the black van looms out of the snow.
"Come on, Chris!" Your cry is gleeful, filled with victory as you jump onto the diesel, shooting down the windshield and onto the ground with your boyfriend on your heels.
With a flurry of snow spraying behind it, the van squeals to a stop, Felix poking his blonde head out of the window to yell, "Get in!"
Jisung throws open the side door, and the three of you lunge into the vehicle.
"Go, go, go!" Minho's voice is louder than the slamming of the door, more obnoxious than the shrill grinding of the tires over the snow as Felix slams pedal to the metal.
The van careens through the complex alleys, screeching around all the corners as Felix outraces the red sirens wailing to life behind you.
"Come on, Lixie," you whisper, clenching your fists and leaning forward. If he can make it out before the gates go into lockdown, you'll be free.
The slender blonde yanks the wheel harshly to the right, sending you all veering around a last corner. The huge gates appear out of the white storm. They're already beginning to close.
"Faster!"
The van explodes with shouts and yells as you all urge Felix onward, and he grits his teeth, pushing himself against the seat as his foot presses the pedal to its very limit.
"We're gonna make it!" Minho shouts.
"We're not going to make it!" shrieks Jisung, throwing his hands over his eyes.
The guards in the checkpoint beside the gates sprint out into the snow as they catch sight of you speeding their way, waving their hands and shouting angrily.
"Hold on to your asses!" Felix shouts.
And then he's roaring past the officers, screaming through the gates, narrowly avoiding being crushed by the metal.
He pants as you drive out into the night, a single bead of sweat rolling down his face.
The inside of the vehicle is silent for a second as the truth slowly begins to sink in. You've made it out.
"We did it!" exclaims Chris, grabbing the hair on both sides of his head. "I can't believe it!"
You let out a shriek of pure excitement, flinging your hands over your head. "We did it!"
Cheers are all you can hear as you meet Chris's eyes. They're wide and sparkling, filled with a bright vividness you've never seen there before.
"Have I told you that I'm in love with you?" he breathes, blinking those starry eyes like he holds whole galaxies within them.
Grinning, you squeeze his hand. "You have now."
Felix whoops as he barrels through the snow, the taste of sweet victory fresh on all your tongues.
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