#skz hunger games au

[kozumesphone]

@ anon who sent me the hunger games x skz au req?????? I LOVE YOU FOREVERRRR RAHHHHH

i’ll start planning it after I finish my current hyunjin fic series!!

[kiestrokes]

Okay because work is rudely interrupting my thoughts… if you were a gamemaster and had to build a Hunger Games where SKZ competed, what would you build and what would you expect to be each member’s demise, in order?

Stray Kids in The Hunger Games | NSFW

Pairing: Stray Kids Rating: The Hunger Games MPAA rating is PG-13 but mine is NSFW! MDNI 18+ Genre: headcanon, ranking, dystopian, horror, dead dove. Warnings: violence, murder, suicide.

🗝️ Note: Ok so I just want to say this my MinSung agenda is partially fault of the photoshoot. I won’t do the Minho as Katniss and Han as Peeta like I want to though, I'm gonna make it hurt even more 😘 Also sorry for casting the boys as THG characters, that you didn’t ask for🫡

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below. 

🪙Gamemaster Kie's Arena: I think it would be cool to do a mock planet Mars setting, a spaceship cornucopia. with some distant field stations to hide away at, one dune buggy that only works when the sun is up, caverns, canyons and caves to hide out in.

District 11 Han Jisung (as Rue) Dies First - Gets caught in a trap made by Jeongin that is meant for District 1 & 2, Minho arrives and gets him out, but Hyunjin throws a mace, and it lands in the middle of Jisung's chest, crushing it and collapsing both lungs, his ribs tear open his heart. Jisung dies in Minho's arms.

District 1 Hwang Hyunjin (as Gloss) Dies Second - Hyunjin is speared through the face (rip his beauty) by Bang Chan after cornering and killing Hanji.

District 13 Yang Jeongin (as Pollux) Dies Third - Grief stricken in accidentally causing Han's death, he swallows some foreign fruits and dies.

District 7 Kim Seungmin (as Joanna Mason) Dies Fourth - Another victim of Changbin, is murdered protecting Felix...it is not slow. Seungmin fights back hard and is killed by a crushed larynx.

District 3 Lee Felix (as Beetee) Dies Fifth - Lix gets killed by Changbin while he is attempting to hotwire the spaceship, it's a quick but violent death, his skull is crushed by a generator.

District 2 Seo Changbin (as Cato) Dies Sixth - Changbin fights to the end of things, but eventually is taken out by a hoard of alien mutts after he...

District 4 Bang Chan (as Finnick Odair) Dies Seventh - Sacrifices himself to the alien hounds to pull up the spaceships anchor so that Minho can escape.

District 12 Lee Minho (as Katniss Everdeen) Wins the Games - But flies the ship directly into the capitol killing nearly everyone there, including himself.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations. 

[changsbin]

i’m not a huge fan of just inserting characters into shows n retelling the story w the same plot but UGH skz x alice in borderland au 😩 (minho is arisu, changbin and chan r karube and chota inspired [rip], yn is usagi, jisung is chishiya, seungmin is ann inspired …)

[monstrcatz]

mockingjay chan thoughtss

i just think that in a skz hunger games au, chan is most like katniss in a lot of ways. specifically (from what ik of) pre-debut chan. pushing people away, being afraid of his own thoughts, not allowing anyone to come close to him emotionally.

he'd be the sole provider for him and hannah and his mom in district 12, he'd sneak out of the boundaries of his own home in order to hunt for them. he's 17 when he has to say goodbye to his life as he knows it after he volunteers in hannah's place.

people are scared of him, think he's cold. he can be snappy when he finally opens his mouth, and it always gets him in some sort of trouble. but that's also his charm. he is the face of the rebellion. the leader of the downfall.

yet, he didn't ask to be. he didn't want to be. it was forced onto him. he was shoved into the role of a revolutionary leader—and whilst he wholeheartedly agrees with the goal, hes just a kid. a kid who is hurt and spiteful and misses his home.

he quite literally gives up his youth for not just his but everyone's future.

katniss' signature braid is translated into two small braids on one side of chan's head. lots of crop tops, tight fitted clothing, and revealing shirts in place of the dresses. (i love the dresses and am not afraid of chan wearing one especially with recent fendi skirt photoshoot.. but i love redesigning existing fits sm)

maybe jyp is introduced in place of president snow, trying his best to smother chan's efforts of changing the way the system works...

don't ask me who anyone else would be, i haven't decided. but i was thinking seungmin or iyen for peeta. changbin or hyunjin for finnick.

[fuckyeahskzfics]

Aggressive dog

Title: Aggresive dog (♡♡♡) Author: disstrack Pairing: Felix/Changbin Length: Oneshot Rating: T Genre: Hunger games!AU, Childhood friends Warnings: Author chose not to use

Summary: Felix is a tribute. Changbin is his mentor, his childhood friend, and maybe something a bit more.

[hwangyeddeongie]

Intro :)

hello! my name is maya (she/her, 18+, 🇰🇷🇨🇴) and I write Kpop imagines! yeji and ryujin biased I speak Spanish, English, and Korean

masterlist

my stan list:

itzy twice bts enhypen txt newjeans skz

other groups/soloists I like but don't know that well:

iu day6 red velvet (g)idle aespa nmixx somi kard snsd mamamoo seventeen D.O sunmi lee youngji lesserafim ive

who I will write for:

itzy (ot5) twice (ot9 but mostly j-line and jihyo) bts (ot7 but mostly jungkook and taehyung) enhypen (ot7 but NO SMUT FOR NI-KI) txt (ot5) new jeans (ot5 but NO SMUT FOR DANIELLE, HAERIN, OR HYEIN) skz (ot8)

currently I am only writing for itzy, but I may consider writing for any of the groups listed in my stan list. I am also in the process of writing a hunger games ryeji au, so I may take some time in responding to asks

my ships:

I will write for all itzy ships, but my ult ship is ryeji. also ship chaerlia, chaerji, yuchae, and basically any poly with ryeji.

what I will write:

fluff, smut, angst, headcanons, mtl, fem reader and gn reader, idol x reader, member x member, member x reader x member, group x reader, mommy/daddy kink, g!p

what I will not write:

male reader, smut with underage members, watersports, non-con or dubcon, abuse, drugs, ageplay, petplay (using 'kitten' and 'puppy' as a petname is okay), any extreme kinks. (I will add on more if I see anything I don't like)

don't be afraid to leave asks! I love to chat :)

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

Guidelines

I will not write smut/anything super suggestive (slight suggestion is allowed). While I can admire people who write it well, I personally have gone through my phase of writing it and don't feel comfortable writing it about people who are living and breathing. Edit: I've had multiple people request that I write smut so please (I am begging) read my guidelines before submitting request because I feel awful having to deny numerous requests because it went against the guidelines I have set. In no way shape or form am I mad. I just genuinely feel bad having to turn down requests that people have put time into thinking.

I will not write cheating tropes that have to do with the either of the MC's. While anyone is capable of cheating it just makes me slightly uncomfortable to write about - especially since it is something I've seen people in my life deal with. BUT if it's something pertaining to the aftermath of cheating (ie SKZ, EN- or etc are the newfound love interests of someone who has been cheated on) then I do not mind at all.

Please tell me if you want it to be Gn!. I write mostly xFem!Reader, so if you would like it to be Gn! please let me know so I can cater to that request.

I will not write Idol x Idol x Reader or Idol x Idol. Again, its not that I have a problem with people who write this, it is solely because I don't feel entirely comfortable writing a fanfic of two people who are again - living and breathing in this world and who actually know each other and interact on a day-to-day basis. I just wouldn't' want someone doing this with me so I'm extending the same grace.

I will take text scenario requests

Fluff is an AUTOMATIC HELL YEAH

SO IS ANGST

If you have a specific scene you want in the fic, tag it on the end of your request!

Lastly, it doesn't have to be super realistic! If you want a vampire au, request a vampire au! Soulmate au? Werewolf? Hunger Games type AU? I GOTCHU !!

[strayed-quokka]

his last song || pt 7 || hwang hyunjin

» summary: it was your last year wherein a stroke of luck determined whether or not you could be sent to your likely death. and of course, the last year is when fate tries to play the cruellest game. for not only is it you, but your best friend’s name is caught in the hands of the woman selecting who’s to face their death. and not only that, but a certain career has his eyes set on you, and you doubt that’s a good thing.

» pairing: career hyunjin x district 10 reader ft. district 10 jisung & mentor minho (platonically)

» rating: 16+ for depictions of violence

» genre: hunger games au, fluff, angst, weak enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love

» warnings: hyunjin is a threat, violence, blood, murder, they're in the arena finally, constant threat, angst central, threats of drowning, all in all a lot of angst

» words: 9,314 (i'm so sorry idk what happened here)

» previous chapter

» a/n: for once, i don't think i have anything to say other than brace yourselves cause no one is safe 🤧

You had two days left to live. 

At least that’s the timeframe everyone had given you, and you were inclined to agree if you didn’t need to prove them otherwise for Jisung’s sake. In two days in the early morning, the time would tick down and mock all twenty four tributes with its finality and the reality of what you’re enduring. 

It was more than likely that within the first ten minutes, a handful of them would be lost. 

“This is your last day of training. Tomorrow you have the interviews. And then that’s it,” Minho declares, but he’s not making eye contact with you and generally has been keeping himself at a distance. Ever since your score, he’d seemed far away, like he couldn’t come to terms with either of you doing well. 

It made you want to yell at him. The first day on the train he’d been so insistent on your survival, but when the chances of it were presented, he didn’t want to hear it, and he wouldn’t tell you why. 

“Whatever you haven’t tried yet, forget about it. Just focus on what you think you’re good at,” you mumble an agreement, Jisung far more vocal next to you although it still feels slightly strange between you two. You don’t like the tension between you, but you know you can’t fix it either. Just because you’d talked about it, didn’t mean the hurt went away. 

Jisung was still upset, even if he understood. And you were still upset because you knew that even if he’d asked you to, you doubt you’d walk away from another conversation with Hyunjin, when the man himself was so useful to you. 

At least until he had an actual weapon in his hand. Then you’d ought to learn to run the other way. 

“Can’t we just sneak them out of the Capitol?”

It comes as a surprise to you, to hear Seokhwa speak up with an idea that quite likely would end in everyones death if caught (which was a near guarantee), though you suppose he had always seemed rebellious in the way he behaved. 

“You’re out of your mind,” Daehyeon, the more reasonable of the two it seems, answers and ruffles the other man's hair, much to his annoyance as he walks away to find a mirror. 

It would’ve been nice to stay just like this. Before coming to the Capitol, you never would’ve seen the appeal, and perhaps if you actually lived here, you still wouldn’t see it, but as a visitor and with the people you met, it had almost grown comfortable. 

You wouldn’t mind this place, this floor on which you lived on, and the presence of the two young stylists and Minho, if it was for another purpose. 

“I’ll talk to Jaemin today,” is the first thing you tell Jisung that morning when you’re on your way down to the training center. It surprises him, not only because he didn’t think you would even suggest it, but also because he disagrees with your idea. 

“Actually, I don’t think you should,” because whilst your best friend had failed to tell you, he almost knew that anyone you spoke to would be a far quicker target for Hyunjin, himself included. 

He was at risk, but he wasn’t going to put someone else onto the list of first kills simply because you wanted to listen to Minho. 

“But you-”

“Forget what I wanted. I’ve got it-”

“But-”

“I said I got it!” 

The silence is painful. You visibly flinch when he yells at you and the instant guilt he feels makes him feel sick. A part of him wants to cry, another part of him wishes for you to yell back and break the two of you entirely so that you focus on your own survival rather than his. 

But he can’t do either. He stays silent because it’s the easiest out of everything, and you don’t say anything else to him either. 

To say you’re distracted when training would be an understatement. You’re visibly frustrated, hurt by your best friend's missing presence and angry because you don’t feel like you deserve the high score you’d gotten given that you keep missing your targets and even managed to fall down the climbing wall. 

Your right hip hurts like hell and you know it’ll bruise, and you want to call it a day before its even begun. Risking any more injury right before the arena is a terrible idea, but walking out of here and facing Minho a few hours early almost seems worse. 

“Did you learn nothing from me?” 

You sigh, turning back to see Hyunjin hanging upside down from the nets above you, staring at you with his arms crossed. He doesn’t look pleased, another person to add to the list of people who’s upset with you. 

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you bite back, and you don’t like the instant smirk on his face when you insult him. Your insult goes right over his head, completely undeterred as he flips around and jumps down to land next to you, “shouldn’t you be training?” 

“Princess, you’re not being very nice.”

Maybe you should stab Hyunjin, risk your death and call it a day. It’s too tempting, especially with the curved knife you hold that Hyunjin himself preferred over the other blades. 

“Is it because little Jisung is making new friends? Didn’t you do it first?” 

He circles you, taking calculated steps until his chest is against your back and you nearly stop breathing. You wonder how he’ll scare you when the option to kill you is one that doesn’t cost him his own life. 

“That’s not it,” you grip the knife tighter, Hyunjin noticing immediately with an amused glint that can’t easily be ignored, “and I wouldn’t call you a friend.”

“Hmm, I suppose not. Maybe if we were, I’d be more inclined to spare him.”

There’s so many questions you want to ask him. Why he chose you in particular to play these games with, why he agreed to train with you when you were at a considerable disadvantage, and why he never knew when to quit running his smart mouth. 

“You’re holding my blade.”

“It’s not yours,” you answer, gripping the handle tighter as Hyunjin moves to face you. He hovers over you, staring at you so intensely that you want to look away but you refuse. 

“Do you want to know why I prefer it?”

“I feel like you’ll tell me regardless of my answer,” you respond, and Hyunjin laughs before ripping the blade out of your grasp, studying it, much to your displeasure. You try to reach for it, but Hyunjin holds it too high and stretching your body hurts the hip you fell on earlier enough to make you flinch. 

“You’re injured,” but you think he already knew that. While Hyunjin was good at sounding void of emotion and lacking any sort of surprise, you still think it’s an observation that he’d made back when you fell and was only stating now.

“I can manage it.”

“I don’t care if you can-”

“Then shut up,” and suddenly facing Minho a few hours early didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore. In fact, it was rather welcoming to be yelled at by your mentor, if it meant getting the hell away from the other tributes, including the career from district two that just never learned when to leave you alone. 

As expected, Minho had given you an earful. Why were you wasting the last day you could train because of something so minuscule? Sure, you’d left out the whole ordeal with Hyunjin and rather focused on the injury you’d sustained, but to your mentor, it seemed like you were wasting your little chance of survival. 

He confused you greatly, the more you thought of it. And the more you thought of what the hell went through Minho’s head, the worse it got. He’d been so determined to have you survive, except in the beginning he’d been far more inclined to show you how to get there. Now, he simply insulted you with your lack of chance and strength. 

You weren’t sure if it was to build character or some sort of reverse psychology or whatever the hell he was trying to do, but you were tired of it. The longer you sat there on the couch in the living room with your mentor pacing back and forth, the more you were inclined to break, and eventually you did. 

“Why the hell does it fucking matter if you’ve already made it clear I’m going to die!” 

And it works. The man stops pacing and Seokhwa and Daehyeon both stop drawing simultaneously from their respective sketchbooks to stare at you. Minho says nothing, not a word, and you finally stand up, ignoring the sharp pain on the side of your body.

“Well? Do you even have an answer?” 

“You’re not doing yourself any favours-”

“That’s not what I’m asking, Minho,” as if he’d timed it, the door opens and Jisung wanders in completely unaware, though his pace slows considerably when he notices the tension within the room. One glance towards Seokhwa and he knows not to ask, standing to one side.

“Do you think I’m going to die?” 

“Y/N, don’t ask him-”

“Yes,” he interrupts your stylist without missing a beat, and the finality in his answer is everything you needed to know. Minho had absolutely no faith in your ability to survive or in you as a person. That, or you were missing yet another piece to Minho that you needed in order for anything to make sense. 

Whatever it was, the world felt a little bleaker as you laid awake all night. Even when Jisung asked to join you, hesitating as you let him into your arms, you still couldn’t sleep. It’s like you wanted to appreciate being conscious and aware until it all stopped, and Minho had made none of it easier.

“No, I hate that. Change it,” you’re being pulled left and right, Daehyeon at the center of chaos as he tells the hairstylist to fix a loose strand of hair. You’re in a corseted dress that feels far too tight (hell, you think Daehyeon just about nearly cracked your ribs with how he pulled the strings), but it’s beautiful. It’s a blood red matching your lips stained the same, and you’re not quite sure what it has to do with your district but you don’t ask either. 

Daehyeon must’ve thought something behind it. 

“No, that’s not… let me,” he grabs a few pins and gets to work on some last minute touches, in the meantime you stare ahead at where Jisung is with Seokhwa. You want to laugh, seeing the fox eyed man look so pleased with himself that he doesn’t really seem to be making any adjustments. 

Your best friend is wearing something that relates to your own dress, a form fitting black top with a similar corset lacing around his thin waist, a red cropped jacket hung over. 

“He looks nice,” you mumble, Daehyeon looking up to where your eyes are staring. 

“He does,” he turns you around to face him, tilting his head back as if to get a whole image of the hours he’s spent on making you look perfect, “but so do you.”

“It’s a nice dress,” you admit, running your fingers along the fabric, “but I don’t know if I suit it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I made it for you.”

You nod, looking in the mirror one last time before you’re brought to… well… you’re not actually quite sure. The only place you could navigate to by heart realistically was the training center, and that’s because you spent nearly every day since your arrival there. So you follow blindly instead, to a narrow hallway with tributes already lined up, dressed so beautifully that you feel out of place, even if you’re dressed up much the same, if not more dressed up. 

“Do you know what you’ll say?” 

You don’t. You haven’t thought of it at all, so you answer Jisung rather honestly, “no idea. Depends on the question.”

“Minho didn’t ask you?”

“Did he ask you?” you feel a sense of betrayal if that were the case. If Minho was prioritising giving your best friend advice over you, although you don’t think he’d do that. 

“No. I haven’t spoken to him much since the scoring,” you lean against the wall, feeling particularly bad suddenly as you think ahead of what could come. Once the interview is done, your mentor and both stylists will be waiting for you. At least that’s what you’d been told, and it’s the only thing that makes you look forward to getting onstage. 

Knowing that it’ll be over right after. 

The male of district one, you find out is called Youngjae. You’d been right to assume he was strong, given that his clothes defined every muscle in his body and it was scary. He wasn’t the biggest of the male tributes in height, but he was definitely one of the strongest and that was nearly worse. 

He seemed charming enough, not in the way Hyunjin was but he still drew the audience in. He was relaxed, acting as if things were so easy, and you almost believed that to him, they really were.

Hyunjin is brought onto the stage not long after, and you’re surprised that you hadn’t noticed him earlier. You supposed being eight districts apart meant that you wouldn’t be near him in the lineup in the hall, but still, you would’ve expected to see him if he’d been present. Hyunjin always ensured he wasn’t missed. 

He looked like royalty. 

His hair was styled simply, the black strands framing his face as only some had been brushed back behind his ears, and you noticed an earring dangling on one side in what you could only assume was real silver. You didn’t even know he had his ears pierced, but it was definitely real and not just a prop. 

His shirt was a simple pure white, so clean and kept that it looked completely unworn, brand new and pristine as it sat over his body. Everything about him looked elegant, every bit of him expensive, and you thought he represented his district perfectly.

“Do you think he’s ever scared of anything?” you break away from Hyunjin on the small screen to face your best friend upon hearing his question, shrugging. It was hard to think of him as ever being afraid, but if you were to believe a part of him was human or at least in touch with his emotions, he had to be afraid at some point. 

Humans never went without fear. You couldn’t picture him being an exception, yet it was just as hard to picture him in a position of fear. 

“He has to be,” there was no way he wasn’t. 

“Your family, your brother in particular, has always been very vocal about his distaste for district ten. Do you share those views?”

Now this got interesting. 

The mention of Felix has Hyunjin perk up, even smile, and it’s beautiful, because it feels so real. He’s not smiling in a way of malice or sarcastically, but rather genuinely, and you don’t think you’ve ever quite seen that before. 

He really was stupidly attractive.

“I think me and my brother approach it differently,” do you? That’s your first thought. In your mind, both Hyunjin and Felix both approached it rather violently, if your memory serves you right. Then again, maybe you were wrong, and maybe they weren’t quite the same. 

Maybe Felix would’ve been far worse to face than Hyunjin. 

“But the end goal is the same. I can’t say how long they’ll survive but I’ll make sure they’re gone eventually.”

It’s a threat, one met with cheers and you nearly throw up. It’s comical to you, how much everyone enjoys this and the way Hyunjin speaks to the crowd to pull at their heartstrings even though none of you were involved. If anything, Hyunjin should have it out for Minho, but he was never even mentioned. 

“We have reports though, that you have been speaking to the female of district ten a lot. Is this true?”

“See, now it got interesting,” Jisung whispers next to you, not saying it from a place of malice but rather an amused observation. 

“Yes, that’s true.”

“He’s honest,” you whisper back, shrugging slightly but still very curious to see where this is going. 

“Why is that?”

“I don’t like an easy win.”

“That fucking-” your best friend hits your arm, stopping you from saying anything else. God, you could so easily hate Hyunjin, but then you never quite did either. You felt completely cursed. 

“She’s an easy target,” okay, so maybe you could start hating him a little more easily, “I don’t like an easy target.”

“You helped her train?”

“A little. Though her district partner wasn’t very pleased,” he chuckles, and you feel Jisung tense next to you. You’re not sure what Hyunjin is doing, but you know he’s definitely doing something. Whatever he’s thinking is perfectly planned out. 

“Oh, and why’s that?”

There it is.

Hyunjin’s plan comes to fruition. You see it in the way his face forms into a lazy grin, chuckling as he tempts Caesar with the answer, the crowd silently anticipating what he has to say, “I think he’s in love with her. Isn’t it tragic?”

“He’s dead,” Jisung’s already pushed himself off the wall to walk onto the stage, but you pull him back with the strength you have to keep him in place, apologising to the girl from nine at the commotion next to her. 

“You cannot go out there.”

“He’s lying!” 

You don’t know why it stings. It’s not that the thought of you or Jisung being more than friends had never crossed your mind. But whenever it did, it crossed your mind in a silent observation that maybe there was something, until you dismissed it because you liked how you were. 

He was your closest friend and you cherished that, and you never really thought of it as anything romantic, even with the marriage pact you both had made as a joke to keep you both somewhat steady for the reaping's every year. 

Believing that Jisung would love you in the romantic sense was absurd to you, even now. 

“Why does it matter?”

“It ruins our odds. He’s just put us in even more danger,” so that was Hyunjin’s plan. He’d hoped you’d be brought up, played Caesar right into the questions he wanted to be asked, until he could lie and spin things to his own truth to make you more vulnerable. 

You’d always been vulnerable, sure, being with your closest friend in a game of survival had always been your biggest weakness. Minho had ensured you knew that if you didn’t already come to the conclusion yourself. The problem was, now everyone else believed that vulnerability to be even more of an asset to defeating you both.

The fact that you and Jisung were doomed to each other had been between the two of you. Hyunjin had ensured it would be known to everyone else. 

You were, in the nicest phrasing you could think of, completely fucked. 

The next few tributes are drowned out. You don’t pay attention, neither does Jisung, and you know that Minho is sensing it somewhere and cursing you both out. He’s probably reeling from Hyunjin just as much. You don’t blame him. 

Jaemin’s next, and it’s the first time you get a proper look at him. He looks incredibly sweet, with a beautiful bright smile and childlike eyes. He’s tall and slim, but he looks very young, with near white hair that makes him near angelic. It doesn’t feel fair to see him there. 

You know the capital like him too, they swoon at him with everything he says. He’s quick and charming, a little flirtatious, playing into the crowd and honestly, you know now why Minho had picked him to be your ally. He’d seen it far earlier than you, but Jaemin really could play in your favour. 

It annoyed you again to know Minho had been right. 

“Is he really that sweet or is it fake?”

“He’s very much like that,” Jisung answers you, watching the screen just like you until you’re both distracted again by something else. District six doesn’t particularly interest you. Actually, none of the other districts really do. Maybe you’ll come to regret that when one of them inevitably kills you, though for now you just wait. 

Until your name is called and you just want to run away. 

“You’re fine. Get it over with. It can’t be that bad,” well, you suppose it could always be worse. Tomorrow would be worse.

Walking out onto the stage with cheers from strangers that can’t wait to see you take your last breath leaves a very bitter taste in your mouth, but you try to smile and wave at them anyway. It works well, they’re receptive enough as Caesar leads you to your seat. You’re thankful that the blinding lights make it hard to see anyone, because you think if you actually saw faces, you’d grow far too nervous to speak. 

“Welcome, how are you feeling?”

He’s serious from the get go, but there’s always a hint of something kind and playful. Caesar was certainly an interesting character to finally meet up close, “I’m feeling alright?”

It comes out as more than a question that everyone responds to with a laugh. You don’t know how to feel. Maybe you should be more afraid, but you supposed the initial terror of the reaping's had now faded into the background because nothing would change it anyway. It’s like you’d finally accepted it, but you as a whole just felt numb to most of it. The only thing that bothered you the most in the back of your mind was the fact that you and Jisung didn’t feel as close. 

“You seem a little nervous,” you chuckle, and you leave a brief pause to think of where you want to twist this conversation. Ultimately, you decide that if Hyunjin made you his target, you’d enjoy making him yours. 

“I mean, it’s not every day I get threatened on television,” you shrug it off, as if it means nothing to you even when your heart threatens to break your ribcage with the way it shatters against the bone. 

“Are you talking about the male from district two. Hyunjin?” 

There’s murmurs in the crowd and anticipation in the air, making this the first time that you feel in control of something. It’s the first time you feel like you have genuine power in a situation since getting here.

“It’s a shame, really.”

“And why is that?” you internally apologise to Minho. Maybe you should apologise to everyone, including yourself, but you’re not stopping yourself either. All you had to do was ensure Jisung survived. That was the only fact that rung true, everything else, everything you said or did, didn’t matter. If you emphasised that you were the target, it would help him.

“He thinks he’s more than just a pretty face,” there’s gasps, whispers that you can’t make out, “I don’t like empty threats, Caesar.”

You don’t really expect the crowd to go as wild as they do, but you see them stand and clap for you, saying things that become an inaudible mess. It takes a few more seconds to process that they like you, and maybe you can throw that in Minho’s face. He did tell you that sponsors were your best bet, and here was a room full of them. 

You come off the stage and the adrenaline is immediately gone. Your legs feel like they’ll give in beneath you, but you also feel equally proud of yourself. 

“You sly little fox,” Seokhwa is the first to find you, pulling you into a hug with a laugh, adjusting the back of your dress when he does (he can’t help it, it’s in his job description), before he pulls away, “you really have some guts.”

“I can’t believe you,” it’s Daehyeon, but he doesn’t seem as disappointed as he sounds. He’s hiding a grin, arms crossed as he looks at you, “you threatened Hyunjin, of all people.”

“And it worked,” Minho comes into view, and he’s looking right into your eyes. You think this is the longest he’s held eye contact with you in some time, and even he seems to be hiding a smile, “at first I thought you were on a suicide mission.”

It was a valid assumption. Hyunjin deciding to kill you first was still a very real possibility. Especially now.

“But I think you may have just upped your odds,” and he doesn’t say it, but you feel like Minho is proud of you. His eyes give it away. 

“I have to ask… are you in love with her?”

Your attention is brought back to the screen, though now you’re not stuck in a narrow hall in a line of people. You’re rather free to wander, simply waiting for your best friend. A set of eyes are on you, and from afar you catch Hyunjin staring at you. 

It does make you uneasy, but you decide to focus on it later instead. 

“We’ve been best friends for years. Even when her mother didn’t like me, she’d still be around me. I value her a lot but… no. I don’t love her,” it’s hard to tell if he’s lying. A part of you is entirely convinced he’s telling the truth and the crowd seems to believe it too, but a smaller portion thinks that maybe he’s saying it because he has to. 

You wonder if maybe, just like you and Hyunjin and probably nearly every other tribute here, he’s playing into a game or a strategy. 

“Let’s say it’s only the two of you left, what would you do?”

“Easy, he dies,” Seokhwa scoffs, arms crossed and unamused entirely by the question. Whilst you think that may be the answer, it really depends on what situation Jisung is trying to create. 

“My family needs me to come home,” it gains sympathy. You hear it as the crowd awes but is equally shocked at what they think the answer is.

“So, you’re saying you’ll kill her?”

“I don’t want to,” the silence is complete agony. You’re ready to scream, but you don’t manage, “but I will if I have to.” 

The chaos after Jisung’s interview is one you should've been expecting. 

“What the actual fuck are you doing!?” Minho has gripped your best friend by his collar, and you, Daehyeon and Seokhwa have to all rip him away from the boy dangling against the wall trying to breathe, “have you lost your mind!?”

“I know what I’m doing,” he’s far more collected than your mentor and it surprises you. Minho reacted emotionally a lot, you had noticed that, but you’d never seen him react with such rage before. Usually, his reactions could be brought back to grief and a deep sadness of what he had to experience himself, as well as the occasional frustration, but never did he violently respond like this. 

"Do you?” 

“Minho, leave it,” it’s a demand from Daehyeon that has Minho back away, but his eyes still give away the anger he’s exuding. You notice the crowd around you, keeping their distance but all obviously staring, and you find Hyunjin and Youngjae in one corner, watching on rather amused. 

Maybe you should be hurt. Jisung had admitted that he’d end your life if given no other choice. You think the only reason you’re not more upset is simply because you don’t really believe it. 

“No one’s going to give you anything no-”

It clicks. It clicks for all four of you at what Jisung is doing and it leaves you more upset than what he’d actually said. You realise quickly that as much as you want to cry, you can’t do it here. If everyone sees you have yet another breakdown, then Hyunjin is right in calling you weak. 

So you run away. You’re not particularly good at running in heels, and that combined with a corset digging into your ribs and cutting off vital air supply and a healing bruise on your hip, it surprises you that you even get somewhere far at all. You suppose the only reason you do is because no one tries to stop you. 

Ending up outside was not part of the plan. A garden with a fountain in the middle where you sit on the cold stone and watch your reflection in the water, slowly breaking apart with the ripples you make with your fingers. 

Daehyeon had done a good job in making you feel beautiful, you must admit, but your make-up starts to feel ruined as you cry.

Jisung was the least selfish person you’d ever met and this had proved it, except what he’d done to prove it to you had made everyone else think he was only out for himself. He risked the possibility of sponsors, of getting any help in the games to earn you sympathy instead, so that you had a greater chance. 

He had lied. He’d lied that he’d kill you so that no one would want to save him if he ever needed it. 

The sobs racking through your body sounded pathetic but you couldn’t help it. Jisung had played the game far better than you so far. All you’d done was use the brief confidence you had to make things worse. At least that’s what it felt like. 

“Two times I’ve seen you cry. Really hope it’s the last,” it’s the night right before the games, and you sincerely wish you could tell Hyunjin to leave you alone. Though you don’t find your voice at all to do so, instead feeling his presence as he sits across from you, watching the water silently at first. 

“So… you think I’m pretty?”

If his aim was to make you laugh, it had been successful. You chuckle, rubbing your eyes and you nearly wince at what you must look like, given the remnants of glitter and mascara that are now visible on your fingers, “that’s your takeaway?”

“I mean, I don’t hear it a lot.”

“That’s obviously a lie,” you scoff, daring to look up at him, and he can’t hide his grimace as he sees the state you’re in. You want to appreciate his honesty, that Hyunjin would likely not lie if you asked if you still looked presentable, but it still stings a little to see his reaction to you. 

“Maybe it’s a little lie,” he moves, his long legs reaching the ground as he pushes himself closer to you, sitting by your hips. He’s close, very close, and you feel like you’re suffocating when he dips his hands into the water and brushes his thumb under your eyes, “you have mascara everywhere.”

“I’m surprised you know what that is.”

“I have a-” a pause, “had a sister.” 

You want to say you’re sorry. In a way, you are, but you’re also grateful that Minho isn’t dead. That you have at least one past tribute that could mentor you. Some districts didn’t have a single one. 

“You know… I don’t want to say it-”

“Then don’t,” he glares, his face immediately falling into a scowl but it’s only brief because you’re smiling. 

“But I’m impressed,” he dips his hands into the water again, rubbing his palms together and getting rid of whatever make-up is on his fingers before he repeats the action. His touch is cold with the water and the air around you both, but you still feel warm from it, “I didn’t think I’d have you threatening me.”

“You threatened me first. Multiple times.”

“Because I want you dead,” it’s a contrast to the way he’s caring for you now. It nearly makes you dizzy, because how can he be so gentle with you out in the dark when his next intention is to have you dead?

“And you think I want you alive?”

“Of course not,” he’s silent again, repositioning himself yet again to sit further away from you. It frustrates you, that this newfound distance bothers you. You liked to have him close, not because it was Hyunjin in particular, but because you liked someones presence near to comfort you. It just happened to be him. 

“Can I ask you a question that I know you won’t answer?”

“Sounds a bit counterproductive but I suppose it won’t hurt to try,” you nod, clearing your throat before looking at him. He’s illuminated beautifully by the night sky and the city lights, the shadows on his face a gorgeous contrast to his light skin. 

“Are you not at all afraid?”

It’s a question he hadn’t expected to be asked. Hyunjin wasn’t easily scared of anything. At least he presented himself to be that way. But when he really thought of it, Hyunjin was afraid of a lot of things. It’s very brief, but his face falls for just a second when you ask, and you know that any answer that tells you no, is a lie. 

Hyunjin is afraid, but he’s built himself to have everyone believe otherwise. 

Only he had to know how scared he sometimes was. 

“I don’t feel afraid very easily,” you want to tell him that you think he’s lying, but you suppose you don’t gain anything from having Hyunjin tell you the truth. Besides, maybe you were wrong, and maybe Hyunjin really didn’t care at all. 

“Not that I really care to know,” he starts, in his typical nonchalant careless fashion that makes you want to roll your eyes, “but how do you feel about tomorrow?”

Terrified. Sick. Angry. Scared. Nauseous.  

The list describing how you felt was endless, so all you say is, “fine.”

He laughs, and again it feels genuine. The way his lips turn up is the way he had when Felix had been brought up, and it makes your cheeks feel warm. 

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“You act like you know me,” you kick off your heels, standing up before picking them up. You’re ready to call it a night, and it’s far better for you to find your way back than have anyone catch you with Hyunjin of all people. 

“I have a pretty good idea of who you are.”

“Hyunjin,” he can’t remember a time you’ve ever said his name. It leaves him staring rather stupidly, unsure of what to say or how to respond. It sounds rather… sweet on your lips, gentle, spoken far nicer than most said it.

“You should be smart enough to know that’s not true.”

You expect yelling. When you walk into the dorm with heels in hand and make-up ruined on your face, you really expect the worst. Instead, you’re met with something that feels strangely cozy, almost domestic, and makes the reality of tomorrow hit even harder. 

Jisung, Minho, Daehyeon and Seokhwa are all hovered over a board game (something you didn’t even realise existed here anymore, if you were honest). When Minho sees you first, he greets you with a smile that feels so out of character, you wonder if you knocked your head. Or maybe Hyunjin already killed you and you’ve come upon some strange afterlife. 

Everyone looks up the minute Minho makes your presence known, and as if he’s your mother, Seokhwa immediately tsks and walks up to you, magically having a make-up remover already on hand.

“You look terrible,” he comments, but it’s affectionate as he begins to remove the remnants of product on your face. 

“I looked worse, believe it or not,” but you don’t tell him that Hyunjin is the reason you walked back somewhat presentable. 

“You want to join us?” Daehyeon asks, and you can tell the question masks his concern. He wants to ask you, of course he does, but he doesn’t want to kill the peaceful mood that he and Seokhwa had somehow managed to create between Minho and Jisung after you ran off. It had taken most of their energy.

“I’ll shower first.”

Daehyeon walks after you, wordlessly undoing the back of your dress so that you can slip out of it, eventually leaving you alone. You spend far less time in the shower than you wish to, as if staying here would leave you safe from the games that you’d be in in less than twelve hours. 

When you join them, Jisung hands you your game piece without a word, and you take it from him without a second thought. However, when you retract your hand, he wraps his fingers around your wrist, making you look up at him. 

You can tell from one glance that he’s sorry. 

“It’s okay,” you say. There’s nothing you could do anyway, and you know that despite what he said, he wouldn’t hurt you. 

“Alright, let’s get this over with. You both have a bedtime,” Minho comments, eyes going between you both before he rolls the dice. You don’t argue with him, even if it’s tempting, but you worry that whatever warmth he feels towards you in this moment will go away the minute you question him or his authority. 

You liked this Minho a lot more, when he was kind but still bit back with occasional comments, similar to Seokhwa in character, and you know Jisung prefers it too. It’s a reminder of his friend, of who he wishes he’d had as a mentor this whole time, rather than the stoic and rather aggressive nature in which he usually spoke. 

Eventually, you have to agree that going to sleep is probably better. Even if you want to hold it off, you can’t. And you feel betrayed by your body when sleep finds you so easily, only speeding up time that you wish would stop as you rest in Jisung's arms one last time. 

“Remember, do not be dumb and run into that bloodbath. That’s your quickest ticket to suicide,” Minho is there with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall as Daehyeon adjusts your suit. You actually don’t mind the outfit you’d gotten, a black bodysuit that seems to be made of some waterproof material, hugging your figure tight, as well as something similar to a leather harness that sits in-between your chest and goes around your waist and back before it clasps at the front like a belt.

You're not sure if the harness is there as a decorative piece, but seeing the empty loops make you wonder if it's made to keep weapons close on hand.

To be honest, you have no idea what to expect after seeing the clothes you got. It could be anything from a dessert to mountainous cold terrain, or anything in-between. 

“I won’t. But how do I get weapons?”

“Find them. Craft them. Reach for something if it’s close to you. But don’t go in there. You’ll regret it.”

“Listen to him. It’s a bad idea,” you nod, looking down at your trembling hands as you release a breath, “now, I don’t know what the games look like this year. But given the clothes I’d say it’s close to water. Can you swim?”

“I can swim. Not well, though,” you mumble, letting him zip up the last bit of your bodysuit at the back, adjusting the way your harness sits by your shoulders by tightening it.

“Doesn’t need to be well if they’re all busy killing each other. You’ll get away,” Minho comments, still leaning against that same wall, like he’s afraid of coming closer to you.

“I thought you said I was dead anyway,” you scoff, unable to help yourself. 

“Don’t make me right,” maybe it shouldn’t, but in a rather twisted way, his words encourage you. You don’t want Minho to be right. Everything he’d ever said to you to gain a reaction, you’d always wanted to prove wrong. 

You weren’t the strongest, but you refused to be the weakest and have everyone be right about you. 

“I made it,” Seokhwa walks in, wearing a beautiful half open button down that hangs loose over his shoulder with leather trousers, eyes decorated in glittery shadow. You note how rushed he seems, making you frown, “I have to run back to Jisung but-”

“Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” he thinks for a moment, correcting himself, “well, as fine as he can be.”

You sigh, letting Daehyeon tighten the braid in your hair, as if he really wants to ensure that not a single strand can fall out and block your vision. 

“I just wanted to say goodbye,” it’s the way he says it, the finality in those words that makes everything more real. His goodbye could mean very little, but to you it feels final, like you’ll never see him again, and you practically tear him into your arms to hug him. 

“Stop being stupid,” he laughs against you, but you know he’s being anything but. It’s a painful reminder again, how badly you wished you could’ve known him longer.

“I can’t believe I’m being left out,” but Daehyeon barely finishes before he’s being pulled into the hug, both of them keeping you securely locked in as if they can somehow keep you from your fate. 

The action makes you want to cry, but it’s the very last thing you want to do. You know they’ll be watching the games, but you can only hope that before you leave them now, they’ll remember you smiling.

“Minho,” you tilt your head and meet his gaze, your invitation being met with him rolling his eyes. You’re about to give up, but something makes him change his mind as he begrudgingly comes over and lets himself be pulled in. 

It makes your heart warmer. Even before Minho became a shell of himself, he’d never been one for physical contact. Actually, you were fairly sure that he hated it, so him letting himself in on it made you feel like maybe he didn’t entirely dislike you. Maybe he’d even miss you. 

Though you weren’t about to get ahead of yourself. 

“I have to go. I don’t want Jisung to go up alone,” you sigh, letting Seokhwa leave your little bubble first before Minho follows, if only to get away from the contact, but Daehyeon still has his arm over your shoulder, and it keeps you grounded in this moment. 

“If I come back…” you start, because you know that’s a very, very big if, “we can be friends, right?”

Seokhwa stops with his hand on the door, already ready to run right back to you. His cold exterior melts quickly, because despite his nature and hard gaze, he cares for you and Jisung both. He’d really grown to like the two of you in the little time he had, and never did he wish for someone to come back this much. 

It was likely the first time he’d ever felt truly bothered by who was being sent into the games to die. Usually, while he didn’t like it too much, he didn’t care that much either. He was good at distancing himself, to know that it was his job and that once his tribute was up there, that would be it. 

This time, he’d broken his own code and now he was doomed, because now he cared and had lost his resolve. 

“Sure, but I’m not moving to district ten.”

He gives you a final wave goodbye and then Minho is at the door too, “I ehrm… I should see Jisung too.”

Minho looks apologetic, almost guilty for leaving you, but you honestly can’t say you don’t understand. If anything, you hope that Jisung gets the same goodbye that you did. 

“It’s okay,” he nods, relieved, until you say one thing that breaks the false illusion he'd made that he wouldn't care about the outcome, “if I don’t… make it. If somehow Jisung does… please don’t leave him alone again.”

You receive a defeated mumble, something along the lines of I won’t, but he’s out of the room so quickly, you barely catch it. In a way, you’d expected nothing less.

You’ll never know really, that Minho nearly cried when he left you. 

“Tributes, you have five minutes,” you suppose you could panic. Maybe that would’ve been the natural response, but you can’t really bring yourself to cry or scream. You just stand there with your stylist right in front of you, saying nothing at first. 

“I know it’s going to be hard. I don’t know what they’re planning this year but… the gamemakers lover to show off-”

“You don’t need to try to reassure me.”

“It’s a habit, I guess,” he sighs, crossing his arms. You distract yourself by admiring the jacket he’s wearing, pristine white in a shade similar to Hyunjin’s dress shirt, contrasting the blue hair that’s on his head. He keeps looking at you, unsure of what to say while you focus in on the thigh belt that’s tight around his trousers, “I’d give it to you but… it could be a weapon and-”

“And you don’t want to risk dying.” 

“I can’t risk it if I have to greet you on your way out,” you manage a smile, and you surprise yourself how often you’ve managed to in the past few hours. 

“I guess that’s fair,” he sighs, his head dropping to the floor, as does yours. 

“You dress really well, you know? It makes sense that you do what you do,” Daehyeon smiles, though it’s weak as he’s deep in thought. 

“If you’re trying to distract me-”

“It’s not working. I know,” the reminder of two minutes makes your posture straighten, because you know where you need to go next, and a sinking feeling threatens to swallow you whole.

“I’m not allowed to give you anything but…” he holds out a little pendant, a half wing that belongs to an angel. It’s small, easily missed, and you feel like that’s the exact intention as he unzips the small pocket by your wrist, one that’s likely useless for just about everything else, “don’t ever take it out. Just remember it’s there.”

“I won’t,” now there’s a countdown, droning so loud, and you pull Daehyeon into one final hug before he’s leading you into a rather claustrophobic lift made out of glass that’s going to bring you up into an environment you don’t know and will likely never fully learn the scope of. 

“You’ll be fine,” but you think he’s trying to convince himself almost more than he can convince you. 

“Make sure Minho doesn’t get too… I don’t know… Minho?”

He chuckles, knowing exactly what you’re trying to say, “I promise.”

The tube closes before you can say anything else, and your heart breaks into a million pieces when you have to wave Daehyeon goodbye. Maybe you’ll never see him again, the chance of it being high, and his smile is so bittersweet and tragic as he waits there until he can’t see you anymore. 

He’s gone and everything feels colder. You’re not around anything familiar. Even Jisung isn’t with you, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so alone in your life. 

The light nearly blinds you at first, your eyes taking a good minute to adjust until you notice where you’re standing. 

You’re surrounded by dark waters that lay unmoving, and you realise you’re standing in the middle of possibly the largest lake you’ve ever seen. Tributes are spaced out equally, land surrounding you but seeming so far away at the same time as it’s equally close as the Cornucopia is to you, laying near the other side of the lake on a small piece of rocky land that connects onto the larger scale of forest behind it. 

The forest, as far as you can see, has trees pressed so closely together, that it must be near impossible to see much of anything at night. That, and running between them will take considerable skill and agility. Behind them in the distance, you can make out mountains, and if your eyes don’t deceive you, most of it seems covered in snow. 

You’re not sure how that’s possible. The temperatures aren’t near cold enough, though you suppose going from one climate into the next wasn’t unheard of in these games. You wished you had a jacket.

The countdown starts, each number taunting you, but you try to ignore it to see where the tributes that you know are placed. Jisung is on the opposite side to you, and his eyes meet yours for a second until they stay on you fully. 

You give him a smile, one he returns but you know it’s not real, before finding Hyunjin far too close to you for your liking. He’s three tributes away from you to your left, and he’s already caught you. He’s taunting you with his grin, as if challenging you to your false threats. 

Jaemin is beside you on your left as well, and if the space between all of you wasn’t so large, you may even whisper over to him to say something. He looks petrified, far more afraid than you’d ever seen him. In his interview, he’d seemed far more confident. You started to wonder what the hell changed. 

“Ten,” your eyes widen, realising you’d been so distracted in taking in your surroundings and everyone else, that you completely forgot how little time a minute really is. You can make out weapons, backpacks and some other supplies in the distance, some closer than others as if to tease you enough to risk it. Maybe you’d even find a knife or two if you’re lucky. 

Though Minho had made it so painfully clear that you shouldn’t take that risk. 

You were just debating if you should listen. 

“Five,” you spare another glance at Jaemin, seeing the way his knuckles are clenched, and then another look at Hyunjin, who’s already ready to jump off this ridiculously small platform to swim to the Cornucopia. 

There was no doubt that he could swim fast.

“One,” you hear splashing from left and right, loud ripples in the water creating waves and disturbing the peace that once was. You already hear someone scream not far away, and the terror in which the girl cries with has you finally moving, jumping in yourself. 

You’re not sure where to go. It’s like your brain suddenly can’t think now that you’re finally in this very real situation where there are near to no rules, but your instincts tell you that you need a weapon. However, not even a quarter of the way do you see that some tributes have already made it to shore, Hyunjin being one of them (you were right, he is fast), and death is already so real and present before you. 

It’s when you see Hyunjin run a knife through a young male tributes throat with little to no disregard, that you seem to reconsider the very reckless thought you’d had, especially because his eyes find yours and he’s grinning maniacally, jumping back into the water. 

“Fuck,” you turn around, ready to swim to the other side, when you realise that Jaemin is still on his platform. He hasn’t moved an inch, petrified, and like fresh bait just waiting for someone to kill him. For a moment, you pause and think, telling yourself that you could swim past him and away from danger, leave him in his own predicament, but his eyes look so scared and you can’t bring yourself to ignore him.

“Jaemin!” his name from your lips makes him jump, but he calms down just slightly when he realises it’s you and not a career with an intent to kill, “you have to move!” 

“I can’t!” 

Though he crouches down, closer to the surface of the water as you briefly turn back around and see tributes already laid out dead for you to see. To your absolute horror, Hyunjin is nowhere to be seen anymore. 

To you, the scariest feeling in the world is not knowing where Hyunjin is when seconds before, he’d been swimming towards you. 

“We have to go,”

“I c-can’t swim. Just leave me,” and you could. You even debate it again and you know that if Minho was watching, he’d likely be telling you to. You’ve already overstayed your welcome being far too close to the Cornucopia for far too long. 

That being said, you couldn’t bring yourself to let him die without ever having a chance to really survive. 

“Jump in. Hold onto the edge-” you yelp, feeling something similar to a blade graze your shoulder, a knife that now falls into the water and begins to sink, a warning. When you turn, Hyunjin is stood tall on one of the other platforms, his hair clinging to his skin and matted down, his head tilted slightly as he watches you both. His harness that matches yours is adorned with a set of knives, and you know the very real threat he poses to you both.

“Just go!” the tribute next to you screams, knowing the threat that’s stood not too far from either of you, but you refuse. 

“No! Jump!” finally, Jaemin does, and you take that time to dive under in an attempt to retrieve the knife in the darkness. It’s a weapon after all, the only one you may get in a while. You somehow, likely by sheer luck, manage to find the circular tip of the handle that your finger can slip between, resurfacing seconds later with your newfound ally (you guessed), gripping the edge of his platform while the rest of him splashes around in the water, his light hair partially wet. 

“Here,” you come over, removing one of his fingers to wrap it around your shoulder, hissing when he digs into your bleeding wound. 

“I’ll weigh you down,” though he lets you pull him in, gripping onto you like you’re his lifeline.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” even though he’s right. He may have been slim in build, but he still weighed something. That, combined with the fact that he couldn’t swim, made this far more difficult. 

“Just move your feet, don’t flail. We’re gonna go this way,” you point in the direction of the forest behind you, the mountains closer than the ones on the side of the Cornucopia, Jaemin attempting to move the way you do. It’s no secret that he’s slowing you down massively, but you’re convinced you can both make it onto shore safely. Especially considering that almost everyone else had either headed the other way or was far gone by now. 

Well, everyone but Hyunjin. 

“Hey, Princess!” you freeze, only turning because you fear another knife in your other uninjured shoulder if you don’t. You grip Jaemin tighter, keeping him steady as you float in the water, Hyunjin still far closer than you’d like him to be.

“What!?”

Maybe you’re crazy to provoke him. Hell, you are crazy and you shouldn’t definitely make it to shore before your body gives out and Jaemin drowns. Or worse, until you’re caught by someone. That someone seems to be Hyunjin himself. 

“I thought I told you not to make this easy for me?”

You’re about to respond, but Hyunjin doesn’t give you that chance. The other knife he’d been holding with a sharply curved blade now hangs between his lips, and he’s jumped into the water where you were not moments before to follow you. 

Hyunjin had found his prey, and unfortunately for you, you were currently far too easy to catch.

can't believe it took seven chapters BUT we finally made it. originally in the very first draft, the chapter they get to the games in was meant to end at the countdown, but i was like i can't have it end right at the start after it's taken near double the time to get here lmao.

i'm gonna really miss writing minho, daehyeon and seokhwa into scenes 🤧 but we shall see them again perhaps 👀

comments, feedback etc always appreciated and yeah, see you in the next chapter maybe?

also what do ya'll think of jaemin 👉👈

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[peaches-writes]

what do you think for 🚑? i have no real reasoning behind it but tbh i feel like minho would win lol

🚑 imagine ot8 in the hunger games, order them from the first one to die to the winner

PLEASE I NEED A MOMENT IM GONNA CRY LAUGHING 💀💀💀 anw this is just for fun

edit: i realized felix ain’t here then i also thought why would i even think of felix joining the hunger games i would never put this little angel to it

first one to die 

jisung - will prolly trip on the pods that launches the tributes to the arena

hyunjin - jeongin k-words him + got a lot of sponsors tho so he’d last like 2 days

seungmin - thought that his brains could take him to the end but no amount of youtube tutorials prepared him for the hunger games

chan - chickened out last minute when he came out from hiding & realized he actually has to k-word people

changbin - loses in rock, paper, scissors with jeongin when they thought they were the last ones left

jeongin - no reason he’s just maknae on top and with great title comes great privilege to rise to the top bc everyone’s whipped for him (also im pretty sure jeongin’s as sharp with his actions as he is w his words no doubt)

minho - duh i will never doubt minho he was prolly chilling the entire time then just came out to k-word jeongin 

winner

skz emoji ask game

[aurcraveil]

'00 liner hunger games simulator! pt. 1

pt. 2 | pt. 3

tw: violence

okay so this isn't moodboard related but i did something which is /drum rolls/ a hunger game simulator! the whole cast here are '00 liners who are also my biases in one way or another. anyways, let me introduce the tributes!

district 1: nct's jeno and me (yall im whipped for jeno if i cant be w him irl then let me be w him in this simulator HSJDJDJD)

district 2: nct's jaemin and (ex) pristin's xiyeon

district 3: nct's renjun and nct's haechan

district 4: cix's jinyoung and loona's heejin

district 5: skz's hyunjin and skz's han

district 6: skz's felix and skz's seungmin

district 7: astro's sanha and mmld's nancy

district 8: wayv's yangyang and gidle's shuhua

district 9: itzy's yeji and itzy's lia

district 10: iz*one's chaeyeon and iz*one's chaewon

district 11: loona's hyunjin and golden child's bomin

district 12: txt's soobin and loona's gowon

without further ado, let's get started! may the odds be ever in your favor.

day 1

• gowon sis wtf did you just do— im crying for hyuck and hyunjin ;;

• me too, heejin, i question my sanity everyday.

• district 1 and district 9 be thieving from seungmin istg

fallen tributes

night 1

• jaemin be getting revenge for hyuck

day 2

• yeji girl you just got my revenge for hyuck and hyunjin jk but im not happy whyd you kill renjun and bomin

• seungmin be like okay fine i'll kill you

fallen tributes

night 2

• yeji and jeno what are yall being cute for

• YANGYANG WHY SHHDHDHDH

day 3

• i dont have the heart to steal from baejin whyd you made me do this

fallen tributes

since tumblr only allowed 10 pics per post, i will upload part two very soon! pls anticipate u n u

[yxllowwood]

Lee Minho

Genre: Action

Warnings: Angst, Violence, MCD, Swearing

Inspo: The Hunger Games

“The male tribute for District 4…. Lee Minho”

He tried not to look surprised. He tried not to want to scream. He managed the second. The emotion passed his face for only a second, but even then he thought it was too much. There were 5 other victors around him, most of them older gentlemen who wouldn't last an hour against younger kids. So far all the tributes chosen had been young, between 16 and 26, and these men were all 40 and over. Maybe it was for the best. From what he'd heard, some of those tributes were downright sadistic.

Hopefully someone would look after his cats when he was gone. Soonie and Doongie wouldn't mind but he was worried about Dori. She was still young and needed someone to care for her. Maybe it was selfish of him to take on three cats, when he knew one day he would probably be called on again. Was it selfish to want an animal that doesn't care if you've killed a child? That just wants love and not much else? Maybe. He didn't know if he could love anything like he loved them, not sure anyone would want to love him. He wouldn't want someone to love him, not if he was going out like this. He’d ask Jaebum to look after them probably, or ask him to find them good homes, hopefully together.

His legs were shaking as he stood, almost giving out as he supported himself off the chair, it scraping behind him and toppling over. He hadn't realised how hard he was shaking, how much his gut was churning and tumbling over and over into a bottomless pit. He tripped over his own feet as he walked to the Escort reading the names, condemning him to a fight to the death. He breathed out a smile and let himself fall as he lost feeling in his entire body, his nerves both on fire and freezing up as he blacked out, not feeling the floor hit him or hearing the crowd screaming. Peace, at least for now.

[skidsficrecs]

May the Odds be Ever in Your Favour

Title- May the Odds be Ever in Your Favour

Author- shayminion

Ship(s)- Lee Felix/Seo Changbin

Word count- 7.1k

Chapters- 1/?

Status- hiatus

Rated- Mature

Archive Warnings- Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Additional Tags- Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Poverty, Family Feels, Bang Chan & Lee Felix are Siblings, Bang Chan is a Sweetheart, Freckles, Seo Changbin is Whipped, Seo Changbin is Rude, Backstory, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Soft Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Homophobic Language, Homophobia, Minor Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Kissing

Summary-

Hunger Games AU. In what used to be South Korea, the supremistic war-driven Capital reigns above the places called 'The Districts'. As punishment for a past failed worldwide rebellion against the Capitol, one boy and one girl between the ages of 12 and 18 from each of the 15 remaining districts are selected by an annual lottery to participate in the Hunger Games, a contest in which the "tributes" must fight to the death in an outdoor arena until only one remains.

16 year old Lee Felix just wanted to survive and run from this situation, but the odds were never in his favour.

Notes- In my little presentation profile I already expressed my love for Hunger Games!AU, so I don't know what took me so long to read this fic. Really, I think I have it in my "marked for later" list since it had only 11 chapters???? I think it's the major character death right there - I have no problem with that, but I have to be in the mood, you know? Anyway, the author is amazing and I loved her writing. I hope they don't stay in hiatus for too long, because I am in love with this AU so much

edit (2023): this fic began to be rewritten after that member left the group and it hasn't been updated since 2021 :( I'm still subscribed to it in hopes it'll come back some day sashdbewoueb

- admin light

[froggybaek]

KIM WOOJIN

...

“Known to be the youngest living Victor, Woojin won his first Hunger Games at the age of twelve. He volunteered in place of another boy without hesitation - more for the glory than generosity. Staying by himself for the entire duration of his game, Woojin killed nine of the tributes himself. To this day, he is considered the most ruthless tribute to date and is widely adored by the Capitol.”

[neo-shitty]

wip tag game.

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. | tagged by: @koishua @decembermoonskz @petrichor-han @bearseungmin , yes thank you so much tho my wip pile has remained untouched since school started lol 😭

after dark - ot8, skz (drabble series ;n;)

‘idk idea HDJFHSJ PLEASE DONT FAIL ME NOW’ - skz, hyunjin

apparition - nct, jaemin

at the carnival / carnival aus - skz, 3racha 

‘ugh volleyball’ (remnants of my haikyuu brainrot) - skz, seungmin

error - nct, mark

full throttle - nct, jeno

ghost of you - skz, chan

hunger games 1 - nct, jeno

hunger games 2 - enha, sunghoon

kakegurui au - atz, san

knuckle-deep - skz, minho

last hour - skz, felix

leave before you love me - skz, felix

ms#42, apocalypse au - nct, jeno

nabi - nct, chenle

papertowns - skz, seungmin

prom au - skz, minho

safety pin - skz, changbin

skyfall - skz, changbin

someone will love you better - skz, jisung

the people like us - (supposedly) nct, jeno

wherever you are - skz, changbin

looking back on all these makes me sad bc i don’t feel that ‘connection’ to my works. maybe there are a few that i still actually want to work on but an ample majority of these will stay in my drafts for good. or maybe it’s just bc i’m too busy. only time will tell if i’ll ever get back :’3 | idk who to tag so whoever’s interested, ig?

[mostlycompetentwriter]

“Close” - A Streetlight Sequel

F/M Pairing: OC x Seo Changbin (SKZ)

Warnings: Soft!Dom Changbin; Light Smut?; Language

Genre: Family AU; Streetlight Sequel

Word Count: 4.4K

Summary: She’s like a a new world waiting to be discovered, and Changbin wants to know everything about her. But maybe they could start by moving in together with the rest of his family.

A/N: As you can tell by the song choice title, this is a much more upbeat story! But I love the lyrics that Han wrote 💙

Also, I don’t know what’s up with the gif I chose, but I like it, okay!

On Sundays, Changbin had the rare honor of sleeping through his usual alarm clock - and he decided that noon was an appropriate time to wake-up when his hunger eventually got the best of him. But it was still with great reluctance that he drug himself into the shower, standing beneath the scalding water with his eyes closed to savor the warmth. Ever since Chan replaced the hot water heater, Changbin had done everything in his power to savor the welcoming change.

Afterward, he walked downstairs to greet Jeongin and Y/N who were both sitting at the kitchen table while engaged in a fierce game of battleship. “Hey, you two,” Changbin said, grabbing a piece of toast from a platter on the counter. “What’s going on?”

“A bet,” Y/N said, leaning in across the table to glare at Jeongin. “But he’s cheating.”

“Am not!” Jeongin decried, slamming his hand down on the table. “How can you cheat at this game?”

“Shall I list it out for you?” Y/N asked, and Changbin smirked at her competitive tone.

“Please don’t do anything crazy while I’m gone,” Changbin said, ruffling Y/N’s hair on his way out the door.

He passed by Chan and Minho who were both out on the porch as the two of them studied the broken swing that laid in shambles after Jisung attempted to use it for nefarious purposes. “Should we even bother replacing it?” Chan asked while Minho attempted to adjust the chain with no luck.

“If you do, then Jisung isn’t allowed anywhere near it,” Changbin remarked, looking over the sad remnants of the swing one last time before walking to the SUV waiting in the driveway.

He was only working a short shift that morning, and there was some relief in knowing that he wouldn’t have to deal with persistent customers for longer than a couple of hours. Changbin was convinced that most people simply complained for the hell of it, especially considering the fact that their questions almost always concerned trivial matters. But at least he had gotten better at managing his expressions - doing his best not to betray his annoyance.

There was also something else for Changbin to look forward to this weekend, and it had motivated him more than anything else for the past week: Sara was moving in with the rest of them, and Changbin would no longer have to make special trips out of his way to visit her apartment on the other side of town. It was enough for Changbin to get through anything that might come his way, and he even offered to help one customer carry their packages to their car even though that went above and beyond his current job description. “Thanks for coming,” he told the woman who simply grunted in response.

However, nothing could ruin Changbin’s good mood, especially when he received a surprising visitor during his lunch break. “Hey, you,” he said, greeting Sara with a gentle kiss when she brought them something to eat.

“It’s not much,” she admitted sheepishly, but Changbin was touched regardless. He even made a big show of enjoying the meager offering, keeping their fingers intertwined across the table as Sara talked about one of her most recent projects.

It was decidedly domestic, and Changbin couldn’t wait until he got this on a regular basis. Ever since he met Sara for the first time, he had felt this peculiar insistence to learn everything about her - even the most insignificant details. Because they all mattered to him, and he was slowly falling into an endless void where there never seemed to be enough answers to the constant questions.

“I love you,” Changbin whispered against her sweet lips as they kissed outside in the parking lot. It had only taken Changbin one month into their relationship to admit his truest feelings, and he was relieved to hear Sara reciprocate since he was very much aware that some might consider that much too early to declare such things. And maybe Changbin had never been in love enough to really understand what it meant, but he was willing to take the risk with Sara to figure it out. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” Sara said from the window of her car, and Changbin watched her leave before he re-entered the post office with a renewed enthusiasm to leave on time that day.

The next day

When Changbin woke-up that Friday morning, he was momentarily disoriented before he remembered that he had spent the night in Sara’s apartment. He turned his head to the side to admire her sleeping form, grinning at the hold she maintained on his arm as she held him close. Changbin had learned that Sara liked to wrap around him during the night, and it was nothing short of endearing.

But it was also hot in the bedroom, and Changbin gently extracted their limbs before rolling over to the edge of the bed. He ran a hand over his exhausted face before reaching over for his phone. There were a few messages from Chan, but Changbin figured the older was trying to ask his opinion on a new wall paint color.

Instead, Changbin forced himself to leave the comforts of the bedroom for the kitchen where he started making a fresh pot of coffee. Since they were officially moving all of Sara’s things into the house, Changbin wanted to make sure that they got an early start. Based on the number of boxes currently stacked in her living room, it wouldn't be a simple endeavor, and Changbin imagined that it would be well past sundown before everything was finished.

“Good morning.”

Changbin grinned when he reached for two mugs out of the cabinet, spotting Sara emerging from her bedroom with a yawn. “I made us something,” Changbin said, pouring a cup for Sara and placing it down at her spot near the counter.

“Thanks,” she said. “You didn’t have to.”

“I think we both need it for today,” Changbin said with a smile, brushing a soft kiss across the pout of her lips.

“Ugh, it’s not that I’m not excited,” Sara said. “But I’m also not impressed with the idea of dragging all my shit in the cars.”

“That’s what you have me for,” Changbin said with a wink, carefully rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt to flex his bicep.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” Sara teased him, squealing in delight when Changbin retaliated by pulling her into his lap.

“It’s your last day in this place,” Changbin remarked, humming in delight when Sara made herself comfortable against his chest. 

“It’s also our third month anniversary,” Sara revealed to him, and Changbin arched an eyebrow in consideration.

“Should we have chosen a different day to move?” 

“Actually, I think it’s perfect that we’re doing it today,” Sara said. “What does the rest of your family think?”

“I guess it’s something different,” Changbin said. “They might ask you a thousand questions.” Changbin rolled his eyes at the idea of their antics, but Sara didn’t seem at all bothered by the possibility.

“Is everyone at home?”

“Minho and Chan will be late,” Changbin said. “They couldn’t afford to take the day off from work.”

“Well, that’s fine,” Sara said. “We’ll manage with our limited options.”

Changbin chuckled, reaching out with one hand to grab his coffee cup, wondering if he’d ever get used to mornings like this with the person he loved. Would anything change after they moved in together? “I want you to know that you can always come to me,” Changbin said. “My family can be a handful, and I’m not gonna be offended or anything if they get on your nerves.”

“Changbin,” Sara said, tilting his head to the side to meet her steady gaze. “Everything will be fine.”

Changbin nodded, leaning in for another kiss because there was no better way to reassure himself than by tasting the sweet chap-stick on her lips.

Graciously, the weather was mild when Changbin and Sara pulled into the driveway outside of his house, and Changbin rolled his eyes to see everyone already gathered on the front line in a perfect formation - like they were soldiers awaiting orders. “You’re late,” Hyunjin said, impatiently tapping his foot against the grass.

“Thanks for the reminder,” Changbin said, shutting the door to his SUV as he went around to open the trunk. 

“She’s here!” Jisung gasped, and Changbin winced as he imagined his younger friend bombarding Sara with his endless chattering.

“Be nice,” Changbin warned him, and he started arranging boxes on the sidewalk - pleased to see Y/N take control of the situation and grab two of them between her arms before walking towards the house.

The others followed suit, even though Jisung was keeping a close eye on Sara who stretched her arms once she opened the door of her car. “Welcome home,” Changbin said, but he immediately regretted the words when he recognized how cheesy they sounded.

But Sara only laughed in response. “I see you’ve already ordered everyone to start working.”

“It’s no big deal,” Jisung chirped, even as he fumbled back against the side of Changbin’s SUV under the weight of the boxes he was balancing.

Thankfully, Jisung managed to find his footing long enough to adjust his heavy load, rushing into the house behind Seungmin while Y/N walked back outside. In the brief amount of time that Sara had been apart of his life, he was amazed to see how close the two had become. It all started when Changbin agreed to entertain Y/N’s suggestion of a double date with Minho, and Changbin was completely unprepared to discover that Sara and Y/N had a lot more in common than he initially perceived. They talked for the entirety of their dinner reservations, and Y/N insisted on riding home with Changbin and Sara even though Minho wasn’t happy to lose her company.

Nevertheless, it also made Changbin incredibly happy to see the two of them getting along so well, and Sara opened her arms wide for an eager Y/N who returned the embrace with a smile. “How’s school?” Sara asked when she pulled back.

“I’m glad that I get to graduate at the end of the month,” Y/N said, glancing back at the pile of Sara’s boxes with a curious expression. “What’s in this one?” Y/N asked, pointing at a box labeled VHS.

“I always forget that you’re younger than me.” Sara laughed before explaining to a puzzled Y/N about the concept of VHS films from the 1990s.

Meanwhile, Changbin could hear Jeongin whining about something to Seungmin, and he frowned when he noticed that Jeongin was sauntering back to the house without any boxes. Changbin decided that it was best to figure out why one of his helpers had already abandoned their duties, and he crossed his arms over his chest when he caught up to Jeongin. “Why are you moping around?” 

“Changbin, I’m hungry! We skipped lunch because we thought you were coming earlier,” Jeongin replied, and he sat right down on the porch steps as if there weren’t several more boxes to carry inside. “Hey!” he cried when Hyunjin knocked him on the back of the head while walking down the steps. 

“Hyunjin, don’t do that,” Changbin said, looking back at Jeongin with a sigh. “We can eat after everything’s moved inside.”

“But that could take all day,” Jeongin pointed out, and Changbin reluctantly agreed to call in a pizza so that Jeongin could quickly recuperate and help with the remainder of Sara’s belongings. 

Of course, he didn’t anticipate everyone stopping when the pizza arrived, and most of the boys crowded together on the front porch while eating and chatting away like they didn’t have unfinished work waiting for them in the driveway. “I think you’re all just lazy,” Changbin grumbled when he navigated around the maze of drinks on his way inside with another set of boxes.

“You expect me to drag those heavy ass boxes around when I’ve got cheese pizza right here?” Jisung asked with an incredulous tone that it made it seem like Changbin had just proposed something entirely preposterous. 

“That was part of our deal!” Changbin exclaimed. “Unless you want me to stop bringing home your snacks?”

“You always get the wrong brand anyway,” Jisung dismissed him with a wave of his hand, and Changbin fought hard to remain composed. 

At least Y/N was still working diligently, talking to Sara like she had been saving up on topics all week for them to discuss. But Changbin didn’t mind their easygoing conversation, and he wished that the other boys had as much desire to help Sara like Y/N. Of course, Chan should also be home soon, and he wouldn’t tolerate everyone else dawdling around on the staircase when there was still a lot to drag inside the house before nightfall.

And Changbin’s observation proved entirely accurate when Chan parked his car on the side of the street - marching across the yard to where Jisung noticed his approach and immediately abandoned the others to rush inside. “Oi,” Chan said, pausing as he examined the mess that had been left behind. “We don’t have time to sit around all day!”

“It was just a break,” Hyunjin said, but he cowered away at the look in Chan’s eyes and both Jeongin and Seungmin started to shove all of their trash inside the pizza box.

From there, Minho’s eventual arrival gave them a much-needed boost to organize everything into Changbin’s upstairs bedroom, and Changbin was pleasantly surprised to realize that it was only 5:00 by the time they were finished. “I’ve already had to change my clothes twice!” Hyunjin complained to Felix who merely nodded his head as he drank from his soda can.

“One day of manual labor won’t break you,” Chan said, opening the door for Hyunjin who was still moping about the condition of his hair. 

“I think that went well,” Sara remarked from where she was leaning against the side of her car next to Y/N. “You did good, babe,” she added, offering Changbin a gentle kiss which he willingly accepted. 

“I think we worked the hardest,” Y/N said.  

“Maybe we should go for a drive,” Sara suggested. “You want to come, Y/N?”

“Sure!” Y/N said, and she was already calling dibs on the front seat of Changbin’s SUV. 

“Are you sure?” Changbin asked, sending Sara a questionable look. “We can always relax in our room.”

“It’s fine,” Sara said with a nod. “We can go get a snack or something.”

“Okay...” Changbin said, giving Sara another lingering moment to change her mind until she opened the back door of the SUV.

Changbin shrugged his shoulders and situated himself behind the wheel, grinning at Y/N who was already using the car’s bluetooth feature to play her favorite music to fill the silence agreeably as they started down the road at a moderate speed.

They only drove a few miles before Sara pointed out a small diner that she insisted was one of her favorites. But Changbin wasn’t entirely convinced based on the spare amount of cars surrounding the somewhat fading exterior of the restaurant. Still, Changbin parked outside of the local diner and observed the building with suspicion. “This looks questionable.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sara said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “We can grab something quick before we go home.”

“That sounds nice,” Changbin conceded, and he also couldn't ignore the fact that his heart had skipped a beat because it was lovely to hear Sara claim his precious Haven as her new home.

However, they were only inside the restaurant for an hour before Y/N received a suspicious text upon which she insisted that they needed to leave. In response, Changbin glanced over at her with a mouthful of french fries that he had been sharing with Sara. “Is something wrong?”

“N-no,” Y/N stuttered, which she only ever did when she was nervous. But what did Y/N have to be so nervous about?

“We can stay until everyone’s done,” Changbin said, but he noticed Sara and Y/N exchanging a quick nod from the corner of his eye.

“It’s alright,” Sara said. “I think we’re all ready.”

Changbin was slow to process the sudden change in their demeanor - altering quickly from complacent to urgent right before his very eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked, but Sara was already dragging them both out of the booth while Y/N walked ahead to take care of their bill at the register.

“Thank you for this, Binnie,” Sara said, and Changbin’s suspicions instantly melted away at the sweet nickname.

“You can thank me later,” Changbin flirted in return - leaning in for a kiss that was interrupted by Y/N who was urging them into the car.

“Come on, let’s go,” she said - making it very clear that she wasn’t in the mood to linger around in the parking lot. 

But Changbin decided not to question Y/N’s strange behavior - maybe she was picking up on bad habits from Minho. In any case, it was better to let things go because both Sara and Y/N seemed more relaxed during the accumulating mileage back to the house. They listened to Y/N’s eclectic mixture of music on her phone and talked about how much work they still had to do when they organized Sara’s things into the available space in Changbin’s room.

“Maybe you can build like a storage building out back for the stuff you don’t need,” Y/N suggested, and Changbin grimaced at the thought of all the work required to build something like that.

“Oh! That’s a great idea, Changbin,” Sara said, and Changbin sighed but nodded his head regardless.

The topic in question filled up most of their conversation for the duration of the drive, ending abruptly when Changbin parked along the sidewalk and frowned when he noticed an unusual absence of his housemates. “Where is everyone?” Changbin wondered aloud, groaning in complaint when Y/N rushed to his side and practically drug him out of the SUV.

“Follow me,” she said in a conspiratorial tone.

“What’s going on?” Changbin demanded because both Y/N and Sara were giggling and he was feeling increasingly left out of their plans.

“You’ll love it, Changbin,” Y/N insisted when they walked inside the house, and she lead everyone to the back porch, pulling open the door in grand fashion. “Ta-da!”

At first, Changbin wasn’t sure why Y/N was making a big deal out their simple backyard. But then, he wagered a step outside, and he paused when he finally realized what Y/N had meant. Because, instead of their usual bland set-up, everything had been drastically transformed, and all of his family members were waiting with enormous smiles.

“Surprise!” Jeongin shouted, clapping his hands together in delight as he gestured at the decorations - balloons and streamers, glittery tablecloths, aromatic food dishes, and even a fire-pit in the middle of the grass.

Changbin’s mouth was practically dragging the ground at this point as he observed the elaborate display. “What’s all this about?” he asked, holding out an arm when Sara glued herself to his side.

“It’s for our anniversary,” Sara said. “They helped me get this ready!”

“Really?” Changbin laughed because it had definitely taken him by surprise. But it was a sincere gesture that spoke to his heart.

“It’s a surprise, dude,” Jisung said from where he was already helping himself to the candy bowls on the table.

“I can tell you worked hard,” Changbin said, but he decided that it was one of the nicest things that he had seen. 

“Just enjoy yourself, baby,” Sara said, pulling him along as Y/N flitted away into Minho’s arms.

“Is this why you drug me to that restaurant?” Changbin asked as he sat down across from Jisung.

“I had to give them some time to get everything ready,” Sara said, nuzzling closer into Changbin’s neck.

“Man, you should’ve seen the look on your face!” Jisung exclaimed with a laugh.

In return, Changbin narrowed his eyes playfully. “Now, I’m definitely not bringing home your snacks.”

“Changbin,” Sara said, drawing his attention into the endless constellations which had formed from the flecks of gold in her brown irises.

“Whatever, but Changbin,” Jisung said, interrupting their intense staring contest. “The snacks were never real.”

“You little shit!”

It was late when Changbin and Sara were finally able to escape into the solace of their bedroom. Despite the exhaustion that he felt from the day’s events, Changbin was still quick to trap her between his arms against the door - connecting their lips in an all-consuming kiss. Sara sighed in contentment, and Changbin was absolutely delighted by the sweet sound. 

“Is this a sign, Changbin?” she asked, pulling away so that they could both catch their breath. “Are you gonna have your way with me tonight?”

“If you’ll let me,” Changbin replied - studying the sensual pools of her eyes as he leaned in to feather a kiss across her flushed cheeks. 

“On the bed,” Sara requested, and Changbin held her tight as they both navigated the intricate maze of Sara’s boxes which were loitered across the floor of their room.

Changbin was careful when he laid her down on the mattress, watching as she removed her t-shirt and jeans before he decided to do the same. “You’re beautiful,” Changbin told her earnestly, smirking at the way she turned to the side in embarrassment. “I’m serious,” Changbin added as he moved on top. “You know that, right?”    

Sara managed a nod this time, and Changbin left a kiss across her forehead. Changbin was gentle because he loomed over Sara with broad shoulders and defined muscles while she was all delicate form and features that deserved to be treated with respect. Yet, at the back of his mind, Changbin couldn’t help but want to order around someone who always acted so meek and submissive. “Touch yourself for me,” Changbin said, and his voice was deeper and more commanding than his usual tone. 

Sara moaned at his words, but she spread her legs and circled her fingers around her clitoris. It was an obscene sight, and Changbin could watch this all day - stroking his cock in time with the slow penetration of her fingers inside her wet opening. “Changbin, please,” she whined, looking up at him with tear-stained eyes.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” Changbin said, reaching down to wipe away the salty evidence. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Please touch me,” Sara said, and Changbin was more than happy to oblige - replacing her fingers with his own and crooking them up in search of the elusive g-spot that would surely bring her the most pleasure. He also focused on stretching her out - ensuring that she would be ready to take his cock which hung heavy between his legs.

“How good does it feel?” Changbin asked, thrusting his fingers to mimic the same effect of his cock.

“It feels so good,” Sara said, and her hands reached out to grab his shoulders, holding him close so that she could connect their lips in a messy kiss that was satisfying nonetheless.

“I’m gonna use my cock now,” Changbin said, and he pulled out his fingers and brushed them across her lips. “Taste yourself.”

Sara nodded, opening her mouth and allowing Changbin to stick his fingers inside, groaning low in his throat when her tongue moved between each digit. “Such a good girl,” he said, aligning the tip of his erection with her swollen pussy. “Don’t keep those noises to yourself, sweetheart,” he said, and Sara was already moaning before he was even buried to the hilt - and her tight walls clung almost desperately to his erection as if ensuring that he couldn’t pull back out.

“God, you’re big,” Sara said, and Changbin allowed the compliment to feed his ego, pulling back out to just the tip before snapping his hips and plunging into the familiar embrace of her heat. “Changbin!” Sara cried, and Changbin froze for a moment before glancing at his door - remembering that he shared this place with his other roommates.

“You gotta be quiet,” he said, and Sara looked at him like he was making an impossible request. But he found it endearing nonetheless, reaching back for her discarded panties. “Use these,” he said, and Sara reluctantly allowed him to push them into her mouth. 

Thereafter, Changbin felt more confident in himself, and he braced most of weight onto his forearms because it allowed him to penetrate his girlfriend in long, full strokes that had him reaching places deep inside that he was certain he had never accessed before. But it only spurred him to go even faster, and he was entranced by the image of Sara’s breasts moving in time to each successive thrust as he started to chase his own high.

He could tell when Sara came because he knew her signs by heart - the way her breath would hitch around a moan, and how she always closed her eyes while arching her back into the air. She was left panting and overstimulated while Changbin picked up the pace, driving his hips in thunderous grinds while feeling his entire body tip over the edge.

He eventually came like that - grunting into Sara’s shoulders as his hips gave a few more feeble rolls before stopping as his cum ran down her thighs. “What a mess,” Changbin remarked, chest heaving up and down as he removed the makeshift gag from Sara’s mouth - studying his girlfriend who looked seconds away from completely drifting off. “Are you okay?” he asked, moving onto his side and holding her close.

“I think you just sent me into the next dimension,” Sara remarked, and Changbin chuckled at the hyperbole.

“That was the idea,” he said, wrapping one arm around her waist as he pulled her tight to his overheated chest. “It wasn’t too much, right? I didn’t mean to force you to do anything.”

“I like when you take charge, but it wasn’t fun to have my underwear in my mouth, though,” Sara said, but she was smiling when she turned around to look at Changbin from over her shoulder. “Maybe we should consider installing sound-proof walls?”

“Now, there’s an idea,” Changbin said, and he could feel his eyelids grow heavier with the weight of his exhaustion. “The party was great, by the way. I can’t believe you did that for me.”

“There’s not a lot that I wouldn’t do for you,” Sara told him sweetly, and Changbin could feel his entire heart warming at the confession.

He closed his eyes and inhaled her sweet perfume - thanking whoever was watching over him that he had finally gotten his chance at finding his better half.

His soulmate.

[jtrbluv]

tag game !

tagged by the lovely linh @latetaektalk ,, thank u soso much! this was so fun omg

tagging: @allurain @koushiningg @dreamystuffers @jinpanman @dulce-pjm @suhdays @pjmsdior @bangtans-peaceful-piegon @sugacouture

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

um i didn't rly write for any fandoms when i was younger, but i knew my 12yo self was probably conjuring harry potter headcanons in my head D:

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

for now, and for a long time, i've been writing for bts. i've like always been a multi from the moment i got into kpop but i've never actually fleshed out any of the wips i had for any other groups LMFAO. honorable mentions are got7, skz, haikyuu yup

3. how long have you been writing?

a longggg time, i think. i enjoyed writing fiction as a kid a lot. most of it would be like off-brand spy kids/harry potter/hunger games type beat stuff. and it was awful. but i was literally like 9 so cut me some slackLKSDFJSLKDjf

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

primarily tumblr and i only recently made an ao3 acc. the only fic i have on there is a tae drabble that's already posted on here LOL. i think it's 'resolutely, yours.' but i don't even remember bye. i remember i drafted drivers license on there but i literally forgot to post it so it's probably gone HAHA.

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

e2l even though i have no e2l fics on this blog i think

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

i used to never plan my fics, like at all. but then i was so unsatisfied with the flow of things and like idk lack of clarity. drivers license was the first time i actually sat down and planned out an entire fic as i was writing it. it rly does make things easier when u have an idea of what u want. and then just having the idea can help you possibly expand on it and get even better ideas off of it. the events of drivers license and the order it was all written in changed like 20394803 times. but yeah, does that make sense... LMFAO

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

one shots because i can never fucking get myself to finish a series. i love reading them tho

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

no clue. i love long stories and slow burn tho, it's just so satisfying and $wag when it's well-written and the characters are well-written too.

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

the fic i'm about to post is nearing 20k, and it might even surpass that which will end up being the longest story on this blog. insane! drivers license is around 10k i think, and then if u combine the wnrs couple's fics it's like 15k? im too lazy to look tbh SRy

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

oh drivers license for sure! i don't think i've ever immersed myself and put so much effort into a story before. it was truly an amazing experience, and i just know that i'll probably never be able to write anything like that fic ever again. it's rly one of a kind for me.

11. favourite request you've have written and why (if any?)

most of the requests i had on this blog got taken down bc they were so bad. i'm not sure if the yoongi superhero!au is still up on here, but i'd choose that one since i really had to branch out of my writing style for it. regardless of it being like barely 2k.

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

miscommunication, so much banter, i used to see this a lot but i would take it out but... head bonking ??LSKDFJHAHA, my side characters being dumbasses and then my main characters being even bigger dumbasses (oc probably being the biggest dumbass)

13. current number of wips?

during the course of writing the current fic i plan on posting this week, i created like 5 wips and they all hit 5k, and then i straight up abandoned them. and then the endless idea bank google doc. so if i count the wips i for sure want to finish by like this year or summer... like 3 or 4.

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

i feel like i repeat stuff a lot throughout all my stories LOL,, it irks me so bad. i think i relate to all my ocs in at least one way or another.

15. a quote you like from a published story

alrighty this is a lil snippet from 'drivers license':

this is from the second letter oc wrote to jk:

"The same delusional daydreamer hopes that one day we can talk and laugh like old pals. Like nothing ever changed between us. I hope you achieve your dreams that you always thought seem too far-fetched, yet in the back of my mind I always knew you could easily grasp. I hope someday you can live a life of lesser worries and insecurities, because you rarely had any to start off with. I always hoped the world for you, because you deserve it. And despite everything, I still believe you do."

this paragraph seems pretty simple but i think it did the best job of like describing oc's emotions and realization of things,, its kinda cliche tew yas love that

16. a quote from an unpublished story

alr this is from the e2l jimin series that is going to take me forever to write bc the outline for it is SO LONG

“Would it kill you to at least show up with a shirt on?“ You sneer, patting your forehead with the back of your hand due to the sweltering sun. The event hasn’t even started yet and you can already feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck.

Crossing his arms, he scoffs, his biceps bulging out as his arms bend. Not like you were staring at them. “Sorry couldn’t hear you, too busy boosting the school’s morale.”

17. space for you to say something to your readers

i feel like i don't show enough appreciation to my readers and mutual on this blog. i have met so many lovely people and have gotten so much support, i hope u all know that it does NOT go unnoticed. i always tend to go back and reread all the comments and asks that i get on my stories bc it rly does make my heart soar. it makes my day!!! thank u all for sticking with me thru all my 3am shitposts and inconsistent writing schedule LOL,, you all have my whole heart and some more <3