#skz siblings au

[braemjeorn]

CHAPTER XIX [masterlist]

pairing: bang chan x ofc

genre: general audience

notes/warning: general audience, fluff, angst, relationship discussion, age gap concerns, domesticity, tissues might be necessary

wordcount: 3.2k

summary: well-settled ending.

also available in ao3, if you prefer that format

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⚠️ All characters that shares the name of real life person in this story are represented in a fictional manner for entertainment purpose, and not to be alluded with real life.

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The country was quiet in the summer. Few families remained in the country in favour of the bustle and the cheery capital. Mari revelled in the tranquillity, finding some wicked mischief to rush and trample about the hills with unladylike steps, laughing as no one was looking at her. She descended a hill one day and had rounded up a turn in the road to return to the cottage when Inha appeared from the other side, calling out and rushing to her in relief.

“Mari, how could you forget?” she exclaimed between gasps, locking her arms with Mari's. “Changjin—Mr Noh that is, wishes to meet Mr Park, and the entire house is invited as well for Mrs Park’s cakes and lemonade…and we just let you walk off for the hills!”

Mari winced when the recollection resurfaced. “I’m sorry, it escaped me"

“As it did mine!” Inha laughed. “Imagine how hankered I was running out of the house to chase you back, gasping with Mother scolding behind me.”

Mari teased the other girl with an accurate impersonation of such gasps, enough to make Inha laugh and shake Mari in mock offence. In such humour they turned to the parish, opening the small gate to Mrs Park’s fine garden. Their hostess was soon by the door to receive them, ushering them in with a bright smile. 

“Come in, come in! Quite the assembly we have gathered now,” Yoo Minseo chirped, taking Mari and Inha by the hand to the sitting room. “Mr Kang, Commodore Bang, we have our final company. This is Ahn Inha, Mrs Ahn’s daughter, and you Mari.”

Mari jerked still from undoing her hat. Few noticed her rigidity as the two men rose—Mr Kang and Commodore Bang in the flesh—and greeted Inha politely. Then they turned Mari’s way, who remained still with wide eyes.

“Dear, Miss Son, do you think of us as ghosts?” Mr Kang chuckled, approaching her with an open hand. Mari let out a deep breath and took his hand warmly.

“How do you do? I can scarcely believe you are here, Mr Kang.” She turned to his companion and felt a flush rising on her cheek while her throat tightened. Mari inclined her head. “You as well, Commodore Bang. I thought I would not see you again.”

He was a warm sight to behold: forest green waistcoat under a black coat and his favoured high boots over dark breeches. A curl fell over his brows while his lips lifted in a smile when his bright eyes met hers. Commodore Bang held out his hand for hers, which he lifted to touch his lips upon her knuckles. “And yet, here we are.”

“My friend is to thank for,” Mr Kang interjected, turning all eyes to Mr Park. “He’s very much the generous host.”

“I ought to be, am I not?” Mr Park returned as his friend clapped him in the back. “My dear Mrs Park, we do have cakes today?”

“Indeed we do,” Mrs Park replied. “It shall be out in a few moments. Please have some lemonade first.”

Mari moved to sit beside her, holding her hand out for the baby in Minseo’s arms. Jiwoo was removed to her lap, relieving his mother’s hold to pour the drinks.

“Mari child, why do you sit apart so?—Are they not your acquaintances?” Mrs Ahn called out from her seat beside Mr Noh.

“They are,” Mari replied. “But why not make them your acquaintances for now?”

The others laughed good-naturedly at her quip; Mr Noh resumed the conversation by inquiring to Commodore Bang of his estate. Mari looked up to find him describing the state of Barlnshore, to everyone's rapt attention. She shifted Jiwoo closer, clucking her tongue to the confused baby. Mrs Park, Yoo Minseo that is, poured her some lemonade and cut her a piece of cake. She was a few years older than her and Inha, with a youthful and unaffected air that easily drew the three of them close the moment she appeared in the parish.

“How did you manage it?” Mari found herself asking.

Minseo’s wide eyes turned to Mari. “Manage what?”

“Was it hard?” Mari asked again, then lowering her voice, “Being married to Mr Park?”

She remembered seeing an unfamiliar bonnet with white and blue flowers that Sunday morning, sitting at the foremost bench. Mrs Ahn had seated them two seats behind, but Minseo had heard them arriving, then turned and bowed with her greetings. Mr Park had made the introductions at the end of the service; she impressed Mari with her sensible air, who was still in disbelief with Inha that Mr Park Sungjin had gotten himself a wife. But the few outings after she saw how well they suited each other—Minseo somehow had managed to persuade the vicar to play cricket with the other gentlemen—and how the parish household flourished better under their union.

“Not because he’s a priest or…I presume to know of his character. But your age is quite… different,” Mari shrugged. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing but—I wonder if it makes things difficult?”

Minseo chuckled. “It might be different with other people. I’ve rejected three proposals,” she added hushedly.

For all their talks about music and lace trimmings, this was one thing Mari had not expected of the lady. Her mouth gaped before whispering, “Three?!”

“Before I met Mr Park—and I never thought that I was good enough in the Lord’s favour to ever think that I would be suitable to support a man of His words. But Mr Park was pleasant—and I enjoyed his company better than the previous gentlemen. Then one night, he was elaborating a Bible verse in my cousin’s parlour and did it so well that—I thought what a wonderful man he is to have as a husband, for he was a wonderful man otherwise. And my little heart prayed—that if he is the one for me, if he liked me as well as I did him and God gave us his blessing—I might have an Angel’s strength and guide to be what he needs of me. Of course, Mr Park laughed when I told him of it during our engagement. I thought he might not receive my jokes well, but he proved me wrong many times. Our housekeeper remarked how often I made her master laugh compared to his bachelor years.” Minseo let out a small laugh. “I think since we share many points of interest and value—the understanding necessary to build marriage is not hard to hone, despite the age difference.”

“You do compliment each other well,” Mari mused.

“I was quite prepared to bother my brother by being dependent on him, or settle for someone worse,” Minseo shrugged. “I ended up happily here, though it took some time. I couldn’t ask for anything more, with him and little Jiwoo here.”

The little girl turned at being mentioned by her mother; she babbled and reached her hands out. Mari let her move to another lap, turning to take a sip of her drink and a bite of the cake. Mr Park had called his wife into the conversation, with Mr Kang's questioning. Mari heeded a few of their remarks about hometowns and travels. Her gaze flitted to Commodore Bang’s figure and quickly shifted away when finding his attention on her. The windows were open and the hearth cool, like the lemonade in her glass. Still, she felt it took minutes for the heat in her cheeks to recede acceptably and let her look up again. Mr Kang and Mr Park were teasing one another of their youths, dragging the room into mirth. A breeze picked up then behind Mari from the door opening to the side garden. It was rather cloudy, but she set her glass on the table and turned to her hostess.

“May I walk ‘round your garden?”

“Of course, dear,” Minseo hummed. “The rhododendrons are lovely this time of the year.”

Mari slipped away among the chuckles and rising voices; only Inha took notice of her, and Mari quietly excused herself as she passed. The breeze rose again, engulfing her entire form and caressing her cheeks. The flowers were lovely, as Mrs Park had said. Mari only glanced at them, noting a few open blossoms before trailing to the gate, unlatching the little door and ambling to a nearby oak.

Even in the open air, breathing took too much effort. Three months had passed and the rhythms of her previous life had picked up its pace around Mari. There was the new school term to prepare for after summer and Inha’s wedding. Those were something to occupy her mind and hands, and on the day they were idle she’d walk far. Though soon she found out her mind would wander and think of Barlsnshore, wondering and undesirably aching. Such little time for her mind allowed reflection and acceptance slower into her consciousness. But it came and settled, some miraculous way and another.

Then during the walks, she found herself calling at neighbours from out the gates, though only sitting down twice at the parish with Mrs Park. There was news to hear and neighbours and parties to be concerned about, enough to immerse her back in the neighbourhood. She evaded frequent inquiries of her work as a governess and cut them short—not that it helped to enquire of their sons, her previous pupils. Most were Minho and Changbin’s age, out of Mrs Ahn’s school to further institutions for boys. Yet these were few, by and by soothed with time to ease and low simmering reminiscence. Then the Commodore came—directly to the heart of her neighbourhood, of all things!—hale and smiling, not a touch of change in him.

Mari thought her tears would fall when he spoke to her if not for the company distracting her. How good it is to see him. She had missed him so, yet being in such proximity was too much for her mind. Out of surprise, her heart had decided to rush up and down her being, only the reminder that he was unattainable to the end of times let some cool—if not heavy—calmness fall over her. She does not know if she can return inside. As a proper guest, she must; but perhaps she can give Minseo the excuse of a sudden headache and sit on the roots of the oat and lean back to its solid trunk instead, letting the breeze embalm and lull her.

“Mrs Park kept a fine garden.”

Mari started, rising as she registered the figure to her left. But Commodore Bang raised his hand just as fast, easing her. He greeted her with a bow, which Mari returned.

“It’s her speciality.” She smiled, “She does the parish proud.”

Commodore Bang lowered his hands, and Mari walked up beside him, heading back to the house where the windows were open at its side. It was like her last afternoon; she led this time, and he stepped easily with her. Mari dared not look at him, fiddling with her fingers at her front. But the Commodore Bang took the lead in conversation, “How are you, Miss Son?”

Mari nodded. “Well. I hope you are the same, sir.”

“Delighted to see you well.” 

His words were soft and earnest; she took a full breath before asking in return, “How are the boys?”

“Rambunctious. But that you know.”

Mari bit a chuckle, “Minho and Changbin?”

“They will attend school at the end of summer,” Commodore Bang replied, picking up her meaning. “They will torture me back home, once they hear I rode away and came here to—...came and see you.”

This time she let out a small chuckle and felt him glance at her. “Is Minatozaki-san well?” she asked

“Sana is in good health.”

Mari hummed, much pleased. The housekeeper had kept her promise and sent a letter two weeks ago—perhaps late, but Mari did not mind the news. Though some parts of it quirked her bewilderment. She supposed she could ask of it from the Commodore—steeling her voice to be detached, “What of Lady Jang?”

“Nayoung?” A pause, two steps. “I haven’t heard from her for a while, though I believe she is well,” he murmured, and Mari started. 

“Aren’t you two…?” she turned to the Commodore, stopping their pace. “The wedding is proceeding surely? Are congratulations in order? I left without extending it.”

“It was dissolved.”

“What?”

“The engagement.”

Mari blinked, “What?” 

“Yes,” Commodore Bang nodded.

“But the boys—what… I thought you intended for them to have a… new mother?”

“I still intend to,” the Commodore started slowly. “But Lady Jang settled it between us how inadequate she felt for the position, so we made an understanding of her stepping back that day before she left. Which also dissolves our engagement. I spoke of it to a mere few—but it’s not something you should worry about. It was our mutual wishes as friends, no party is at a disadvantage.”

Marii stared away, taking in the news and rewinding the days after Baroness Jang had left. All those sunny days—was that the reason for his lighter air? Birds chirped from the trees about them, and she turned back to the Commodore as nagging anxiety returned to her, “Then what will you do? What of the boys?”

Commodore Bang stared at her, then licked his lips and started carefully. “Miss Son, you like Barlnshore. Still?”

“Of course,” Mari said. “I meant my praises.”

“Good.” Commodore Bang nodded a few times. His voice was fainter when he spoke again, “Would you…would—” 

He cut himself off with a frustrated sigh. Mari tilted her head, frowning. It wasn’t like the Commodore to lose his composure. Heavens—all these months she thought he would be doing well, growing happier and more contented in his new family. Yet here came, a harriedness in his eyes. Those orbs glanced back at her before turning towards the bushes, somewhat abashed.

“Jeongin asked if I like you and if I'd marry you instead,” he slowly intoned.

Mari’s stomach twisted inside her. It was a miracle she did not faint despite the tightening of her heart and the flush rising to the tips of her hair happening simultaneously.

“He’s but a boy, you must excuse him,” the Commodore reasoned, unaware of Mari’s stillness (as if she would begrudge the youngest anything.) “But I cannot help but feel that he perceives things better than I do.”

He dared a look at her, and very much aware of her spooked figure, Mari wondered if one could blush purple. 

“That boys are far too frank at times,” she murmured.

“Yes,” Commodore Bang laughed, eyes fixed on her. “In such a way that I cannot help but acknowledge some… truth, at his suggestion. The house was very empty without you, Miss Son,” he added softly.

Something in Mari slacked and she shook her head and shifted back, “I cannot…”

“There was one dreary cold, snowy morning after the new year,” Commodore Bang cut her. “I saw you at the top of the stairs; you saw me and bid good morning—you smiled at me. At that moment, a while after I returned your greetings, the sun peeked through the clouds and rained on you with its warm light. I was rather stunned if you remember. You looked magnificent, in that golden light. But even without the sunrays, just with your smile and your soft words… I was reminded how a particular person’s mere presence can make a miserable day delightful. For such are the days with you—you make my days, my every moment brighter and lovelier. You warmed my heart when I never thought it would chip away from the cold. I would crave and claim able to cherish that warmth—but I don’t think I have that much… I am not worthy, dear Mari, you are too good for me—you are, aren't you?”

“Sir, you are a baron—I am the one who’s nothing to you,” Mari whispered.

Commodore Bang shook his head. “You are no less honourable—”

“I’m just a teacher,” she insisted. “An orphan. I have little to my name, no relation, no standing in your society. What will that do for your sons?”

A pause fell between them. But the Commodore’s eyes remained on her, and after a few deep breaths he spoke again, words strained to be even, “I can do without those things. The boys cannot do without you. You left me three months ago, and here I am because…”

Suddenly he laughed, mirthless. A hand ran through his locks with a sigh. “Sweet Mari, I do not know how to phrase this any more elegantly than pure plainness. I am asking if you will have me for a husband. It’s for the boys, yes, but I, I’m—I love you. I’m in love with you. Horribly so. You know what I am. My faults, my character, my wealth—those blessings in life I offer to share with you. I wouldn’t hold it against you if you refused. You could do with a much better man, unattached to a brood of rascals. But I cannot help but feel that you are sent to be their mother. Should you refuse me, I would not speak of this anymore if you wish, and I will remove myself from your sight to the end of time, if—”

“Do you like me?” Mari asked.

His frazzled words disrupted, Commodore Bang barked a laugh. “Like?! Since that day on the ice, even more, when you held Jeongin during that blasted lunch, my heart is yours. And then you left and came back, and I thought my heart couldn’t soar any higher at the sight of you at the end of those stairs. But you were adamant about duties, and I had let you go again—”

“You wouldn’t make it any longer without me,” Mari said. His face on that first night returned to her, shadowed, haggard and bitter. It broke him, Miss Son—I’ve never seen anyone so crushed by death.

Commodore Bang froze. “Gods,” he breathed, staggered by the statement but shaking his head as if the prospect horrifies him. “For the sake of the boys, I’ll try my hardest but…”

“I will,” Mari whispered.

Truly? His gaze asked. Mari’s tears melted down her cheeks, which rose unbidden into a smile. Her hand trailed to hold his arm, rounding with the other to hold his entire form, as he engulfed her in return—for how many nights had she gazed at him and wished to hold him, wondering if her hug could enliven or rouse a little of his spirit to good cheer. Now he is asking her to do so for a lifetime, the cup of his hands behind her back and head the promise of his everlasting warmth. Mari curls herself further into it, feeling fullness in her—like it was something she’d searched unknowingly all her life, and finally found.

“I think what’s left is for me to swear that I will cherish your happiness,” Commodore Bang murmured from where his head rested at the top of her head.

From where her gaze rested towards the window, Mari found Inha staring stock-still behind the glasses. Their eyes met: Mari’s contented and hers growing wider, torn between screaming in scandal, politely ignoring the sight for proper revelation, or staring on. Mari smiled, nestling deeper into the Commodore’s hold.

I thought the final chapter would need to take more time but also like I was pretty certain I had written Mari and Mrs Park's conversation and was delighted to find that I actually had and just needed to add and revise some things, yey! (I think this is less uwu than what a resolution to romance should be though, I am terribly sorry.)

“I’m happy, worry not.”

I worried a lot about the proposal dialogue because… well, one I’ve never been proposed to and like… do men really prepare and practice a paragraph of speech (or bullet points) before kneeling down or sometimes it just flows out of the brain and you just say whatever? Or if you’re a tsundere but your relationship is going well you just say, ‘wanna we get married? I like you, let’s get married.’ if I had that tsundere boyfriend but we were serious I would’ve laughed out loud and said yes, people around us would think we’re crazy or something—anyway! (on a more sensible thought I should’ve done proper research.)

Will it be a quick or long engagement? They might marry by the end of the summer, just so Minho and Changbin could attend before going to school. But I read—and I hope I am correct—that at balls you can do more than two dances with your fiance(e) but then after marriage, you can’t dance with each other (in the Regency and even the Victorian era—I know right? Like what the blooming heck? Too much tension for you single folks to handle?) I don’t know how well Christopher would handle his new wife being swooped away by young men and his naval friends but he felt duty-bound to introduce her properly to his circles. So he would invite her to 20 (or less, obviously fewer) parties just to satisfy dancing with her from June to August and dance with her privately in his ballroom every Saturday afternoon throughout their forty-year-long marriage.

I think Chan here had bullet points but also he wants to see what situation can come up for the two of them just to talk together and just go from there—also because he needs to explain about Nayoung and be very persuasive and that "we haven’t seen each other for twelve weeks and God your hair grew longer Mari, and that’s very pretty, you’re very beautiful, why-why-why have you gotten prettier? How? Heavens I need to swoop you away from here—"

Anyway, this be the ‘proper’ end of braem’s first, long-length fanfic.

Baksu.

I AM SO HORRIBLY LATE TO POST THIS ON TUMBLR I AM SORRY, but my well wishes remain the same. I would to give many thanks to the people who came to take a glance, the people who read and gave kudos, and the people who were so kind as to drop comments (some multiple times, and I am very touched by it)—anyone who gave this fic a chance and support. Thank you for liking Mari and this concept of Bang Chan being a dad, eheh. It did take a while to progress and I apologize if the writing is lacking in some parts or places. I can give myself kudos for persevering—this fic did give me a chance to improve my skills, in some way or other. Either way, I’m thankful that you readers are enjoying this.

Unfortunately, this might also be the finale to my fanfic writing career. I love writing, and I’ve enjoyed toying with some concepts with my favourite people. But in the future, I would like to focus on my original works. The account will remain—I know I still have some stories that are not updated yet, and I might take some time to wrap them up—I’d like to, but you know my pacing. Other than that, don’t expect any new work.

I’m thankful to each of you who has given my fics a chance. The niche for my works doesn’t follow the trend, I think. Too strange or too safe to spark interest, that’s me needing to take a larger leap I guess. But if I don’t offer new perspectives, I hope it has at least been an enjoyable read. That’s the point of all these fanworks, am I right? Nothing but for pure, extra-entertainment from canon.

I thank you again, and for one last time, I hope you have a pleasant day. Much love, braem.

[jeonjungkookenthusiast1997]

Misunderstandings and Secrets

Summary: Ever since Bang Chan's mother met Y/N's father, their lives have been nothing but chaos. Can these two step siblings solve their differences and come to a conclusion. Bang Chan has been bullying reader because he doesn't know what to do with his feelings towards her.

If you do not like stepcest please move along this fic is not for you!

Content Warnings: dead dove Do Not Eat, sibling incest, step sibling incest, stepcest, cursing, pet names, oral (female and male receiving), creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), bullying, angst, fluff and angst, smut, angst with a happy ending, college au

Word Count: 4,227

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some background for the story

Bang Chan and Y/N had always known each other during their school years being only a few days apart in age, they're even in the same college. Y/N had even had a little crush on the brunette boy but recently all that changed.

Bang Chan's mum met Y/N's dad at a bar one night and that's when their worlds collided, they'd never been too close before but now they were forced to endure time together as their parents started to date.

It only took a short amount of time before they married and now they're all living together in the same house. Y/N has assumed Bang Chan must hate her now because his treatment of her has worsened over time and now he basically bullies her whenever they bump into each other at college which is how we get to this part of the story.

Main story starts here

Bang Chan is towering over Y/N as she sits trying to eat her lunch with a small crowd of 'friends' I guess you'd call them "look who's here boys" the brunette says to you as he wears a look of total distain on his usually pretty face. Y/N sighs at his antics "what do you want Bang Chan?" She lowers her eyes not wanting to meet his gaze "we just wanted to come and play with our toy" he leers putting on a sickly sweet voice as he grips her arm "get off me" she spits as she pulls her arm away from his grip but he follows as she tries to leave "why? You're my little toy remember? I wanna play with you now" his voice may sound sweet but his expression tells her a different story "fuck you!" She pushes him away and runs off to an empty lecture hall.

Bang Chan runs after her sadly and with his athletic build is easily able to catch up with her though without his friends following behind "stop running and come back here!" She shakes her head as she tries to jump away from him but he simply grabs her waist and pins her to the wall, his strong arms caging her in. She grunts in pain as her back hits the wall "What do you want from me Bang Chan?" He sinister looking grin crosses his face as he responds "I want you to sit there and take whatever I give you." Before she can ask what he means she notices he's taken his phone out and started snapping photos of her in this precarious position "I want to show the boys how cute my baby sis is" Y/N quickly turns her back embarrassed by his actions "Stop Bang Chan! Why are you sending them photos of me? And I'm NOT your baby sister I'm like 6 days younger than you!" She whines hiding her face against the wall away from her step brother "oh I haven't sent them just yet but I will and it's because I'm proud of you! Look how adorable you are, you're my adorable baby sister" he turns his phone to show her the photos he has snapped which only causing small tears of embarrassment to fall from her lashes.

In a small, broken voice she hardly recognises as her own she asks "please stop". A look of something she doesn't quite understand crosses Bang Chan's face but he shakes his head "oh don't cry. It only makes you look more adorable" Bang Chan grabs her face and uses her thumbs to wipe the tears away "see how adorable you look now?" Her brows furrow in confusion as she shakes her head sniffling slightly when she realises he's still holding onto her face ever so gently, catching stray tears with his thumbs. As another sniffle makes it way out of her body he frowns "what? You don't think your adorable?" Bang Chan's hold moves to her chin making her look at his face but again she shakes her head with tears rolling down her cheeks, a sob racks through her shaking chest "never thought you'd say something remotely nice to me... thought you hated me..." Her bottom lip wobbles slightly as more tears fall. Bang Chan lets out a deep sigh as he caresses her cheek before he smiles "no I don't hate you I never have. I think your absolutely adorable. And how can I hate something I love?" A look of shock flashes through her eyes "you love?" She gulps back some of the saliva pooling in her mouth at her nervousness "Since when have you ever loved anything about me?" Another sigh is released from his body and his posture slumps as though he's being weighed down by something "since you walked through our door with your dad. I'd always thought you were kinda cute but that day I realised I couldn't help but to feel an attachment to you. I couldn't understand everything I was feeling then but the more time we spent together... the angrier I got at our situation because I realised I liked you and there was fuck all I could do about it" his head drops now away from her eyes "so I just pushed you away, pretended I hated you because it was easier than loving someone I could never have" after his confession Y/N is frozen in her place against the wall "say something" Bang Chan whispers in a soft voice as he leans forward to kiss her cheek as delicately as he could as if she would crumble away at his touch.

She squeaks out a gasp at his words "I- I'm so sorry I didn't know... But our parents, we're step siblings now" she looks down at her shoes biting her lip as if to stop more thoughts tumbling out and ruining a surprising sweet moment between them "I never liked treating you so harshly, hearing you cry most nights broke my heart but it seemed better than admitting my feelings for you. Now I've told you though I don't know how I'll hold them in. And it makes me want to hold you close to my chest, makes me want to shield you from other men" Bang Chan bites him lip waiting for her to say something to him but all she does is scoff while looking down "got a shitty way of showing people you care huh?" She still hasn't looked at him yet, eyes on the floor when she hears him groan loudly "I'm poring my heart out here and you say that! I'm trying to tell you I care about you... A lot, okay!" Bang Chan takes hold of her face again and brings it close to his own face, his sudden movement has left her speechless as she lets him move her face as he wants, her eyes wide with shock at his outburst.

As Bangchan smiles at her he gives her a quick kiss on the lips "see I told you I care for you" Bang Chan chuckles softly to himself as he looks at her, her fingers tentatively move to her lips touching where he kissed her before she looks up to him still quiet from the shock of how things have suddenly changed between them. Bang Chan used his fingers to move some hair away from her face as he looks at her pink face "I love you" he murmurs sweetly "do you love me too?" Bang Chan tilting her chin up to look into her eyes.

Her eyes flit up to his own at the word 'love', she thinks for a moment before she slowly nods "... I- ... I've always wanted us to be closer, for you to actually like me even a little but I've always known that deep down I was disappointed that you would be my big brother because I knew I really liked you" he can't help but bite his lip at her words "well now I hope you know how much I care for you. I know we started out on the wrong foot, but I'll be better just for you okay Y/N?" Bang Chan gives her a tight hug as he smiles.

Y/N smiles brightly at his words, hugging him back tightly hiding her face in his buff chest "I'd like that Bang Chan" the brunette hugs her tighter to his body "I'm going to do everything I can to make you happy. And I won't treat you bad again, no more bullying either" Bang Chan nuzzles her head into him and holds her close.

She nods at his words her face still hidden in his chest before she looks up at him as he asks "wanna go home? I want to cuddle" Bang Chan grins "sure let's go home" she smiles as she pulls him out of the main entrance doors, she stops suddenly "what about your friends? Won't they wonder where you've gone" She asks with a sour look on her face at the mention of his friends. The man at her side scoffs at her question "oh don't worry about them, I'll tell them that I got sick or some shit. I can't let them ruin our moment" Bang Chan smiles as he pulls her into a dark alley and bends to give her a sweet and soft kiss "now lets head home". She follows him back to their home "We're back!" She shouts as they enter the living room but no one responds back showing the house is empty "are we alone?" Bang Chan asks as she looks around the room.

She hums to herself as she quickly checks the rooms downstairs "must be, lets go to your room" she tugs his hand as she leads him up the stairs "are you sure you wanna go to my room? I'm sure your room is prettier and cosier than mine? I want you to be comfortable Y/N" a small blush spreads over her cheeks as she nods "never been in your bedroom yet, was too scared to ask before" Bang Chan laughs as he pulls her to his door "are you sure your not scared of me? I'm a scary person remember?" He smirks while opening the door for them both to enter, she shakes her head and smiles as she moves into his room "not anymore" she intertwines their hands shyly "fuck you're so cute when your shy" Bang Chan closes the door behind her and locks it.

Y/N takes a moment to look around her step brothers room before she hears him speak again "now, lets cuddle shall we?" Bang Chan suddenly picks her up and runs with her throwing her into his bed while she giggles, then he snuggles up next to her looking down into her eyes as he strokes her face making her blush. Bang Chan cages her body under his own with his hands at her head holding his body up as he looks at her face before leaning down stopping himself just before her lips "can I?" He asks tentatively as his eyes drop down to her lips "yes" she whispers as his fringe tickles her forehead, at her confirmation he leans down and steals a kiss from her lips.

Bang Chan's kisses are soft and gently as he uses his hand to caress her face "I know it's wrong but I can't stop myself" he murmurs against her lips "I don't want you to stop Bang Chan" she loops her hands around his neck pulling him closer to her body as she kisses him back passionately tugging his plump bottom lip between her teeth as she pulls away.

Bang Chan groans against her lips stuttering out a broke "F-Fuck~" at her teasing actions, he moves his hand down to her back as the other hand gently goes to her hair. He presses his body against hers as he continues to kiss her with passion "I can't control myself anymore little sis" Bang Chan's face turns red as he smiles down at her pretty face "don't hold yourself back from me, I want you" she brushes her fingers down his chest as she lifts his shirt over his head admiring his defined abs.

Bang Chan shivers as she touches his body, he kisses and nibbles her neck leaving small red and purple marks as he goes "I want you so badly too baby" he whispers softly. Y/N can't help but admire his chiseled upper body, never having gotten a good look before now. She presses delicate kisses to his chest then up to his collarbone, leaving little nips as she goes along with her hands roaming his sides down to his pants. Bang Chan groans loudly as she kisses his chest and he pushes her up against his body.

Bang Chan's lips go back to her neck as he bites softly drawing soft moans from Y/N "you shouldn't mark me like this, people might ask questions... We can't... Answer..." Her thought trails off as she sighs contentedly, head tilting back as she feels his teeth graze her soft spot. She lifts her body up slightly parting their bodies just enough to pull off her shirt and unclasps her bra "who cares if they do, let them ask. I want to show you're mine" Bang Chan smiles down at her as he runs his fingers softly up and down her back.

Bang Chan pushes his body up for a moment to look at her breasts "fuck... I love your body babygirl, so much better than I ever imagined it'd look" a pink blush paints her cheeks as he stares at her body "Stop teasing me Bang Chan please~" she pulls him back down to her body "sorry, Y/N. I can't control myself after holding myself back so long" Bang Chan lays on top of her as his hand finds its way to her chest as he massages it.

Bang Chan moves down her body pressing kisses to her breasts and leaving kitten licks across her nipples, teasing them into small peaks "Mine" he mumbles possessively as he plays with his step sisters body, he grips onto her hips as his lips suck against her sensitive nipples one last time before he looks at her as she squirms in his hold "are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?" She nods her head to show her understanding "I want this Bang Chan, want you, want us" she responds quietly as she shimmies out of her skirt then removes her panties too, showing her step brother she wants to give herself to him "fuck okay, just know that once we do this it'll be hard to go back" Bang Chan gives her a quick kiss on the lips as he smiles.

She nods again "I understand" she smiles at his insistence that this is something she wants before she spreads her legs to invite him in as her hands grip his strong arms, he grins widely as he moves between her thighs spreading them apart allowing himself access to her pretty pussy "are you ready babygirl?" he smirks and his hands lay against her spread thighs.

She blushes a soft shade of pink but smiles "I'm ready Chan" she bites her lip as he leans his head down pushing out his tongue to take a tentative lick at her slit, groaning as he gets his first taste of his sweet step sister "Wet already babygirl? Fuck~ all I did was play with your pretty tits" he can't help the smirk that finds its way to his lips.

He moans as he takes a long lick from bottom to top of her pussy, making her squirm slightly as he grabs her ass cheeks gently squeezing them and spreading her out further for his tongue to explore her body. She tips her head back as she feels his warm tongue spread apart her lower lips trailing kisses up until he reaches her clit where he sucks her into his waiting mouth, licking as he sucks gently. He growls softly as he continues to lick his step sister's pussy, enjoying every second of tasting her slick as he pushes two fingers inside her tight pussy while licking and sucking gently on her clit.

Her hands reach above her head to grip Bang Chan's bedsheets tightly as she falls apart on his skilled tongue, gasps and moans falling out of her mouth as she throws her head back into his plush pillows, legs starting to shake against his head "F-fuck Chan" he chuckles softly as he hears his step sisters moans, continuing to eat her out as he slides another finger inside her wet hole stretching her open ready for his thick cock. His other hand grips onto her thigh firmly keeping her steady as he licks faster and harder over her sensitive spot, tracing his name across her clit with his tongue "What is it babygirl? has no one fucked you this good with their tongue before" he teases possessively as he grips her thigh tighter.

She hiccups softly as tears start to roll down her cheeks, white hot pleasure coursing through her body "Never had a boy make me c-cum befo-" a moan cuts off her words as his fingers brush against her sweet spot "then let me give you something to remember, baby girl. I'll have you screaming my name all night long" he growls as he licks her clit using his tongue to tease her swollen nub, rubbing and teasing her walls with his fingers hitting her g-spot with every thrust. He uses his free hand to push her hip further to the side giving himself more space to work his magic on her, he thighs don't stop shaking as she grips his hair tightly in her dainty fingers.

Bang Chan has a smirk on his face as he continues his sensual actions "That's it little sister~ Cum on your step brothers tongue like the good girl you are" his fingers rock into her spasming walls faster as she squeezes his head between her thighs tightly the pleasure too much as one last suck to her clit tips her over the edge, she cums hard against his talented fingers. He plunges his finger into her slower now as he helps her ride out her orgasm, her breathing heavy as her body shakes.

He continues to finger her slowly taking his time to ease her down after her intense orgasm, he pulls back slightly to gently suckle on her clit before pulling back to look into her eyes and smirks "told you I'd give you something to remember babygirl" with her breathing still ragged she nods before grabbing his arm to pull his head back to her lips, kissing him passionately as she tastes herself on his tongue "your turn" she smiles as she pushes him onto his back and crawls down his body, kissing down his chest until she reaches his pants.

He chuckles lightly as she kisses his stomach, biting playfully at his skin as she undoes his belt buckle and unbuttons his jeans letting them fall around his ankles exposing his throbbing dick "Mmmh..you're such an eager little thing aren't you?" she immediately gets to work on his pretty cock using her tongue to lick up the pre cum leaking from his red and swollen head, after cleaning him up she takes him into her mouth using her tongue to massage the underside of his shaft as she sucks.

He groans loudly feeling her warm wetness engulfing his hard shaft, he grabs onto her hair firmly but not painfully as he gives her hair a little tug to get her attention "As good as your throat feels against my cock- Fuck~ I need to be inside you like now" he grunts as he feels her give his throbbing member one last suck before pulling off with a 'pop'.

She looks at him confused "But I haven't gotten to taste your cum yet" she whines feeling frustrated at being stopped but his soft chuckle lifts her attention back to her lovers face "You can taste me later babygirl~ right now I need to fuck you" he laughs softly seeing how cute she looked all pouty like that, he leans forward placing gentle kisses along her jawline and neck making sure to leave hickeys everywhere he went "you'll let me fuck you full of my cum, yeah?" he bites his lip looking at her cute face.

His words cause a whimper to fall out of her throat as she nods her head fast before laying herself back down on his bed with her arms held out to him, he grins to himself as he makes sure to tease her by running his cock up and down her slit taking extra time to rub his cock head against her clit, enjoying the moans and whimpers she made in response. She whines frustrated "Chan please" she shudders at his teasing before he finally holds his cock firmly in his hand before lining himself up with her pussy and slowly easing his cock into her wet warm hole.

He moans deeply feeling her tightness engulfing his member, he starts to pump in and out of her slowly as he pushes in until his full length has disappeared into her body, enjoying the way she grips onto his back as he moves within her, he leans his head down locking his lips with hers as they kiss "fuck Chan~ h-harder, need to feel you harder" she whines as his cock pounds into her causing her to grip his back tighter leaving small crescent shapes in his skin.

His smile widens even more hearing this, he speeds up his thrusts rocking the bedframe into the wall loudly with each thrust before he suddenly pulls out leaving her to whine in frustration "On your hands and knees babygirl~ I'll make sure to fuck you right~" she can practically hear his smirk as she maneuvers herself into position about to complain at the lack of dicking down she's getting when he re-enters her suddenly pushing her back down so he can pump into her faster and deeper making her wail out his name in pleasure.

He chuckles lightly seeing how much she enjoyed being taken roughly, he continues to pound away at her relentlessly not giving her any chance to catch her breath or rest "That's right babygirl... take every inch of your step brothers fat cock!" she's gripping the sheets in front of her tightly as he pounds into her, her mouth slightly open as he takes her from behind when he suddenly reaches his hand down to rub his fingers across her clit in time with his thrusts making her moan louder with each.

He smirks seeing how turned on she was by him rubbing her clit, he then grabs hold of her hips pulling them towards him and slams his cock deep inside her once again making her scream out loud "I want you to always remember how good I felt fucking your tight little pussy~" he softly nibbles her ear as he fucks into her wet hole making her thighs shake from the position he has her bent in "fuck~ can't last when you're sucking me in so good~" he moans as she clamps her walls down on this throbbing dick, he's rubbing her clit faster now matching his thrusts to hit her g-spot each time "Need you to cum first babygirl~" he groans as his grip on her hip tightens.

He begins pounding into her harder and faster his balls slapping against her ass each time he pumps his cock deep inside her. He lets go of her hip to push her body back down to the bed so he can slam his cock deeper inside her making her squirm beneath him "Cum for me babygirl~ I wanna feel that pussy soak my cock in your slick~" the repeated pounding of her g-spot and his fingers diligently rubbing her clit has her tumbling into orgasm faster than she expected, she falls forward thighs shaking as she shouts "C-Cumming Channie!" she grips the sheets tightly as she cums hard squeezing his dick tight as her cum leaves a ring of slick around the base of his cock "Good girl~" he chuckles as he feels her tight little pussy clamping down on his cock as she cums.

He thrusts into her one last time, slamming his dick inside her as he cries out her name "I'm going to cum babygirl~ Fuck! Fuck!" with a low groan he cums shooting his cum straight into her spasming pussy walls, he gives her a few shallow thrusts gripping her hips tightly as he comes down from his intense orgasm.

He pulls out slowly letting his softening member slip free from her well fucked cunt. He rolls himself off of her onto the bed before he looks at her lovingly and smiling mischievously asks "So how did it feel finally having a man make you cum?" she rolls onto her back and giggles "Good, really fucking good Channie" without thinking she cuddles herself into his strong arms leaving little kisses against his sweat streaked chest as their breathing evens out.

He kisses the top of her head before he speaks, his voice a raspy whisper "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself babygirl~" he pulls away to look at her and brushes her hair from her face "I know we've got a lot to talk about, about us and what we've done... but let's wait until tomorrow yeah? For now we can just enjoy each other" he bites his lip as he waits for her response. She nods her head agreeing to his words, they share a soft smile before he rolls out of bed to get a damp cloth cleaning Y/N off first then himself, throwing the cloth into a bin near his bed he lays back down with her in his arms so they can share soft kisses and sweet words before she inevitably has to go back to her own room as to not to arouse suspicion from their parents.

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pairing. OT8 x fem!reader synopsis. At age 16 you either get your soul mark (in the form of your soulmates name somewhere on your body) or you become a blank, someone who doesn't have a soulmate. You've long lost any semblance of hope or comfort in the magic of soulmates, despite the fact that you have 8 of them. genre. soulmate!au, college!au, social media!au + written parts, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut cw. swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos, skz should be in horny jail, eventual smut (MDNI), domestic abuse, sexual assault/harassment, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal tendencies/thoughts, implied/referenced past suicide attempt, male x male relationships (skz are soulmates), polyamory, kms/kys jokes, mentions of homophobia + transphobia, lots of written parts, reader is really bad at feelings, ulzzang pics (this is more so to focus on the fashion), appearance of junhao, yeji and hyunjin are siblings, more to be added wanna support my work? consider buying me a coffee.

go back to masterlist part one. Chapter forty one. sunset Chapter forty two. ferret coded Chapter fourty three. more rumours Chapter forty three point five. a talk w/ hyune Chapter forty four. to nationals Chapter forty five. andong Chapter forty six. moonlight (s) Chapter forty seven. congrats on the sex Chapter forty eight. concern Chapter forty nine. afterparty Chapter fifty. +8 Chapter fifty one. the wedding (s) Chapter fifty two. jypapi Chapter fifty three. the thread Chapter fifty four. waiting for us Chapter fifty four point five. threats Chapter fifty five. time skip Chapter fifty six. silence bottom Chapter fifty seven. showcase prep Chapter fifty eight. the winter showcase Chapter fifty nine. found Chapter sixty. lost

bonus chapters: everyone's sexual preferences. thirst tweets. handsome boys. size boyfriend day! memes part one | part two alignment charts the bet of who's gonna kick mio's brothers ass.

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hello. 😊 if it's not a bother, could i please request stray kids celebrating their 9th member’s birthday with her (please leave her age unspecified)? 🥰 no pressure, it's okay if you don't do this! 🤗

hiyoooo this was such a cute request . . . i didn't do a traditional fic bc i know everyone likes to celebrate differently >< i'm def more a lowkey type of person but i know others who like to go all out <3 here you goooo

skz and celebrating their 9th member's birthday

pairing: ot8!skz x 9th member!reader

summary: how skz would celebrate your birthday !

genre: fluff, idol! au, chaotic skz, reader celebrates their birthday, age left unspecified (though they're the youngest of the group), cute innie, big brother skz agenda all the way, mentions of forehead kisses, mentions of eating, mentions of chan's back pain

a/n: happy birthday to anyone who's celebrating lol

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so how skz celebrates your birthday definitely depends on whether you're a big, grand gesture sort of person or not

if you are

then expect half the company to be there at the party

or a big fancy event in one of the halls

lots and lots of singing and dancing, if your birthday happens to fall on a skz concert date, they'll definitely perform 'happy birthday' and sing one of your favourite songs

lots of gifts

i mean lots

they could be the most random things too

we all know how leeknow gifts things

so expect anything from a new nachimbong to a cucumber

skz would def be the type of people to surprise you at the dorms too, with a whole massive spread of food and sweets

felix would def be baking for you too

and there'd be a cake in your favourite colour with your name written on slightly messy icing on the top

when you look closer you notice your name is spelt wrong

jeongin excitedly points out that he wrote your name on the top and you kiss his forehead anyway in thanks

bc he's cute and you would never point out the fact that he spelt his only younger member's name wrong

oh well

you appreciate the gesture anyway

then it's gifts

most of them are good and you love them

but there's a select few that make you laugh

like a matching horse mask from jisung or a singular messed-up paintbrush from hyunjin

you keep them anyway for the memories

(and make a mental note to scare chan with the horse mask later, alongside jisung, who already has one of his own)

shhh !!

then it's opening the cards from each member

again, super cute messages from the members, aside from seungmin's card

he's just written in sparkly blue gel pen 'you survived another year'

'good job'

and that's it

slightly menacing but you thank him for it anyway, watching him grin as you place it down

and then it'd be a night out at the mall or the arcade

or anywhere you want to go

expect to be spoilt by your eight older brothers

they spare no expense to make you happy

whether you choose to take advantage of that or not is up to you

changbin or chan would def let you climb on their back as a once-off

and they'd carry you through the streets while you giggle in their ear

changbin doesn't even feel you

while chan is wishing he'd stretched his back earlier

you all end up falling asleep in a heap as soon as you guys get back to the dorms

no one has bothered to undress either so you all wake up looking like you did the night before

if you're not a grand gesture sort of person

or you just get a little shy on your birthday

skz will def be a little more lowkey

some of the members, especially the maknaes, don't really understand why you don't want to go all out for it

but they try to make you happy anyway

personally i feel like they wouldn't make too much of a fuss in fear of upsetting you

so you'd wake up as per normal and go to the kitchen

and minho has cooked breakfast for you

your fav obviously

and the other members just kind of go about their business and wish you a happy birthday

chan def stops to kiss the crown of your head bc you're like his little sibling and felix does the same

bc he's sweet like that

your day then goes as per normal

maybe with a lot less schedules and practices bc no one wants to do work on their birthday

unless you're super productive i guess

but yeah

and then you get home and walk into the living room

the boys have set up a blanket fort and a mess of cushions and pillows on the lounges

netflix is already loaded on the screen and chan and hyunjin have ordered takeout for everyone

so you all dress down into comfy clothes and pyjamas and sit and eat while watching a movie

your pick ofc

they do bake you a cake, or buy one for you if you're not into that

but they don't sing happy birthday bc they don't want to embarrass you

the maknaes def try and burst into off-tune song

you just let them bc it's funny

'you guys are literally singers how do you massacre 'happy birthday'...'

anyway

you all fall asleep in a heap with frosting-flavoured lips and sticky fingers

when you end up waking up, you decide to go to your bedroom

there's gifts from all the members on the bed and cards too

which makes you tear up

bc they were considerate enough to determine that you might be uncomfortable opening them in front of everyone

you make sure to thank them all the next day

skz loves you so much and will do anything to see you happy <3

a/n: i want cake now

[bahablastplz]

All in | Chapter 15.5 (Chan)

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: How did Chan come to join SKZ?

chapter warnings: depictions of childhood abuse

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings

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Bang Chan:

People have always said that violence is a learned trait, that your child doesn’t just come out of the womb with no sense of morality and the desire to do evil. This is something I can attest to. I remember personally the first time I ever saw my father lay a hand on my mother. 

When I was five years old, my father slapped my mother square in the face. And at the moment I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening or what I was feeling, but I knew that I loved both of my parents very much. I knew that hitting was bad, my parents told me that themselves–but then why would they engage in that very same act they told me that I should never do? I threw myself in front of my mother and told my father to stop. I had that innate desire to protect my own mother at that young age, even with a snotty nose and tear-streaked face, and though my own sense of right and wrong wasn’t completely developed yet, I knew it was wrong when my father hit me in retaliation. When I looked at my mother in awe, expecting her to say something or confirm that my father had just done a terrible thing, she had just turned a blind eye. 

So no, I didn’t come out of the womb with the desire to do evil, but if you were to ask my father, he would have sworn up and down that I was the devil reincarnate. And I sort of felt that that’s who I needed to be–I was the oldest of four. My parents continued to have children when we certainly could not afford to have them and they shouldn’t have continued to have them. There’s always that rage as an older sibling, the one when you know you’re the one who’s going to have to take care of your siblings and protect them from your parents that’s indescribable to anybody who hasn’t experienced it. 

So, whenever my father came home drunk and wanted to take out his anger on my siblings or my mother, I let him take it out on me instead. I encouraged it–and tried to become the target of his anger so that nobody else in my family would ever have to know what that feeling was like. I bore that burden all by myself when nobody asked me to and my father hated me for it. Countless nights I went to sleep beaten and bruised and likely concussed all to keep my family safe. 

If you were to ask me what my childhood felt like, I would have told you that I felt utterly powerless and alone. Although every choice I made was my own, it never really felt like it was a choice. Because how could I just sit back and let that monster lay a hand on my own younger siblings who can’t stand up for themselves or protect themselves?

To begin with, my parents didn’t bring home a lot of money. My father did some sort of hard labor and my mother was a teacher. With four children, we were just barely scraping by most days. When I turned 14 years old, I picked up a part-time job on top of school in order to help out with funds. 

When I was 15 years old, I caught my father cheating on my mother with a prostitute. I never was able to tell her what I saw. How could I? I loved my mother but she was very weak, fragile taking care of us four. She was already a shell of herself after putting up with my father’s physical abuse and drunkenness for years. I didn’t think she could handle the truth so I did not tell her. 

My father finally stopped beating me after that–but somehow I still felt like he was the one with the upperhand. 

One day when I was on my way home from work I heard some commotion in the alleyway outside of our house. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the whimpering lump of body I had come across was none other than my father who had been beaten to a pulp. 

I saw him weak and vulnerable in front of me, the life slowly starting to drain from his body. He begged me, his eldest son and his ‘pride and joy’ to help him and give him a second chance. I didn’t have to ask him to explain himself to me, but as if he knew he were on his deathbed, he admitted all of his wrongdoings to me. The large amounts of money he’s been taking out and borrowing, gambling away, how he had lost his job months ago and they had threatened to take the house if he didn’t pay for his life. 

“Oh shit, there’s a kid,” I had heard. A few men turned down the alleyway, holding bats and guns and a bag of cash. These were the men that had done this to my father. They made him look unrecognizable beyond repair. 

“He’s probably going to beg for his daddy’s life,” one of them laughed. 

“Me?” I blinked at the men, looking in between them and the form of flesh in the alleyway. “I was actually going to thank you. You’ve made this a hell of a lot easier on me.” And while my father was begging for his life, I bashed his skull in and felt good while doing it. And while the loan sharks watched, horrified but also a little bit impressed, I left my father in the alleyway as if he were just any other piece of trash. I would let the police find him and assume that all of his debts had finally caught up to him, and the crime would never be connected to me. 

I never felt any remorse. Not when my mother and siblings mourned his death. Never,

When I was approached by the same men that had beaten my father, I thought for a moment that maybe they would want me to take on his debt and I was already thinking about thirty different ways I could kill them and never get caught. On the contrary, they were hoping I could join them and become a loan shark. At the time, I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with myself at first–all I knew was that I wanted to make a lot of money. But I realized quickly that that wasn’t the only thing that I wanted to do, nor was that all I was capable of. If I played my cards correctly, I could rise the ranks quickly and gain a lot of power for myself. I knew I didn’t want to be someone at the bottom of the chain, but rather someone delegating responsibilities and handing out punishments. 

I would weed out the weak and make the organization my own, in time. It would mean leaving my family behind–and I didn’t regret it, knowing that I’d be doing better things. I dropped out of school and never saw my family again, becoming a lackey for the same people my father owed money to. I spent years beating and killing people, proving myself within our own organization that I was worthy of being trusted, gathering my own people and intel and rising up in the ranks just as I wanted–until I killed the leader and took over his position. 

It was here that I was able to reframe things the exact ways that I wanted. We became SKZ, known for our organized and violent crimes, and slowly but surely my hand dipped into almost every bar, casino, and nightclub in the city. My business handlings and financials grew exponentially, and it was as if I had everything I had ever wanted. I was at the top and I had all of the power. 

Until I had met Yang Jungwon’s girlfriend, that is. When I had met with the opposing group ENHA for the first time, something about Y/N L/N drew me in in a way that I couldn’t explain, and she was temporarily out of my reach. I wasn’t below kidnapping or lying in order to get my hands on her, but it seemed I didn’t have to. It took two weeks of thoroughly watching her before Jungwon knocked her out–and I found her unconscious outside of ENHA’s bar. I immediately swooped in and rescued her, knowing that I could have her as my own and use her to my advantage to gain the upper-hand on the ENHA situation. 

I had felt powerless a lot when I was a child, but that was because my father had made me feel that way. Now, I felt powerless around Y/N, and it was because of the way she made me feel… Like I wanted to never let her leave my sight, like I should leave her trapped where she could never get hurt and nobody could ever see her or talk to her. And everytime she talked back to me, I got chills all over my body, and I went to sleep each night dreaming about ways that I could get her to submit to me, to be loyally mine and only mine. 

I realized I was in love and I didn’t like the way it made me feel.

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A/n: tomorrow comes our last mini chapter and then at some point on Sunday we will get our main chapter!! The finale will drop shortly after. I realized it made more sense as I was writing it for our mini chapters to appear back to back <3 thanks for the patience with my break last week

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[kaciidubs]

Lucky Charm

❣ For my sweet love @sweetracha - thank you for indulging me in this AU, I hope you like it! ❣

❣ Summary: Racer! AU - Its the first race of the season, and what's a better way to start it off without a little visit from Jisung's lucky charm? ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.1k ❣ Warnings: Racecar Driver! Jisung, Racer Crew! OT8, Jisung's a bit cocky but in a lovable way, established relationship, hinted smut, fluff, humor, kissing, Seungmin is a menace to Changbin, Jeongin is a menace to Minho, Jisung is a menace to Reader ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Han is referred to as Jisung, Han, and Mr. Flirt, sort of slice of life style but I love it ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Seungmin, stop hiding my tools!”

“I’ll stop hiding them when you stop calling me a dog!”

You watched as Changbin wrangled the younger into a chokehold - putting no power behind it, of course - and continued spewing on about how he’ll continue being a dog if he keeps hiding his stuff. 

“They’re still at it?” 

Breaking you from the ever so entertaining view, you turned your head to see Chris walking over to you, black headset donned around his neck in preparation for the race. 

“Mhm - you know, for the pit leader and star of the crew, they really can’t get past this fake sibling rivalry.” 

“It keeps them entertained and out of my hair, as long as they don’t kill each other then so be it.” 

Nodding in agreement, you snuck a peek at the pair once again; Seungmin now, miraculously, out of the hold and taunting Changbin over something entirely new. 

It was race day, the first race of the season and the starting line for the journey to the silver cup, so it was understandable why they seemed to have more energy than before - honestly, you were surprised they weren’t chasing each other around by this point. 

“Where’s the rest of the gang?” You mused, noting the lack of a few familiar faces amongst the pit crew that filled the assigned stadium garage. 

Chris leaned against the table you were sitting on, crossing his arms over his t-shirt clad chest, “Well, Minho’s doing a pre recorded interview - he brought Jeongin along to ‘show him how it's done’, Hyunjin is out getting some pictures of the stadium, Felix is getting the final lineup of the race, and I’m sure you know where Jisung is.”

Ah, right - the man of the hour and the reason why you’re all gathered today - Han Jisung, the person taking up this season’s race in the SKZ name. This was far from his first race, or course, but it still held importance; this was his shot at a third consecutive win following his overly successful season last year, taking over for Minho as he took on the responsibility of training Jeongin with Chris, and you were here to hopefully witness his first win of the circuit.

Picking aimlessly at the fabric of your skirt, you regarded the eldest with a soft look, “You think he’s nervous?”

“Yeah.” He unfolded his arms, resting his hands on the edge of the table, “But you know how he is, nerves are only fuel to him - keeps telling me how he knows what he’s doing and that he’s bringing back another trophy for the garage.”

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head in amusement - cocky as ever.

The sound of the door squeaking open drew your attention, easily recognizing the faces coming through the door.

“You can ignore me all you want - that interviewer was so into you!” Jeongin beamed, following closely behind a nonplussed Minho.

“Chan, get this child away from me, now.”

“Seriously! How could you not see it?! She was a hundred perfect fucking you with her eyes-”

“Chan!”

“Shit- okay! Innie, you keep testing him and he might actually kill you this time.” Chris launched himself from his position on the table, leaving you to watch as he dragged the youngest driver away from the veteran - but not without attracting the attention of the two lead pit crew members eager for the tea.

In the midst of the action, the door opened once again - Jisung walked through wearing his racing jumpsuit decorated in various sponsorship patches he’d earned throughout the years. He went to jump into the ruckus until he spotted you on the table, laughing at whatever threat Minho famously came up with this time, his heart fluttering and feet leading him straight to your side.

“You must really love me if you’re willing to deal with these guys,” he hummed nonchalantly, not missing the way you jumped at his sudden presence, head whipping toward him in surprise.

Rolling your eyes, a soft smile quickly replaced your shock, “You must really love me if you’re willing to let me deal with these guys.” You watched as he saddled himself in front of you, caging you in against the table with a sideways smirk.

“Of course I love you,” pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, a bright smile blossomed on his lips, “you should’ve told me you were here already, I would’ve gotten ready faster!”

“Today’s an important day, you really think I’m gonna rush you just to see me?” Your fingers danced their way up the fabric of his jumpsuit, tracing along the various seams and straps before finding home on his shoulders.

“I’m always in a rush to see you, why do you think I always finish in first?”

You scoffed out a laugh, eyes glittering with mirth, “Okay, Mr. Flirt, let’s get our heads in the game here.”

“Han! We’ve gotta start getting ready soon!”

A wave of anxious excitement washed over you at Chris’ time call, and you could see the spark of determination flash behind Jisung’s eyes - this was it.

“One last kiss from my lucky charm?” Jisung hummed softly, his hands sliding to cradle the outside of your thighs, fingers fiddling with your skirt.

Nodding curtly, you took his face in your hands, gently turning his head to the right, “Be smart-” you murmured before kissing his cheek and turning his head to the left, “be safe-” planting another kiss, you turned him one final time to face you, “be fast-” pecking his lips, you leveled him with a soft stare, “and come back to me.”

“Always.” He promised, as always, finishing the ritual with a solid kiss to your lips in return, pulling back with a cocky grin, “I’ll make sure to come back for my second checkered flag, too.”

Your eyebrows furrowed for a second before your gaze dropped to where he was currently squeezing your thighs and- of course, in addition to wearing a custom shirt with his racing number and name, you’d opted for a black and white checker patterned skirt to tie the look together.

A new rush of heat ran through you as you mushed his face with your hands, embarrassed giggles escaping you all the while, “Han Jisung get away from me!”

You could feel him kiss the palm of your hand with a triumphant laugh, taking your wrist to move your hand, “You know you love me!”

“Yeah, I love you, now go!”

Successfully shooing him away, you watched as he went to huddle with the rest of his team - now noticing the arrival of Felix amongst the group, and Hyunjin with his camera in hand, snapping pictures of the first huddle of the season.

You knew he’d give it his all, he always did, but a little intentionally unintentional enticement never hurt anyone - you were his lucky charm after all, and if that helped him have another reason to bring back the gold then who were you to stop it?

[staybabblingbaby]

Soulmate Garden AU (Idea Drabble) a1 d2

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Soulmate AU wherein SKZ are each represented by a flower on Reader's skin. That's all I got rn ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Word Count: 209

Notes: This is only, like, half an idea rn. There's no plot, no thoughts, just Soulmate AU. It wouldn't leave me alone so I figured of I started it I coils stop thinking about it lmao (so sorry for the way that I am fam) Also, sorry if formatting is weird, this is my first archive post on mobile lol. By consequence, this one will hit the masterlist later tn if i remeber (￣^￣)ゞ

Warnings: Divorce mention?

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

Masterlist <3

You woke up on your 18th birthday with a garden tattooed around your waist.

An unbroken ring of greenery had overtaken your torso, some of the bushes and flowers reaching all the way across your rib cage. Some come to rest just under your breasts, some trail lovingly up your spine. It’s an explosion of color the likes of which you’d never seen before.

Your mother cheers and coos over it, telling you how lucky you are that your soul bond is so strong. You father nods in approval, says that it was the appropriate amount of love for his baby girl. Your siblings eye your mark with envy.

You eye the tiny but intensely colorful initials on your parent's wrists, and say nothing.

You celebrate your soulmark with your mother. You laugh at your father’s protectiveness. You shyly shield the mark from your sibling’s stares.

(You don’t point out that there’s exactly eight types of flower.)

(You don’t point out that none are blooming.)

(You don’t ever show your mark again.)

Three months later your parents divorce and suddenly everyone is too busy to think about your soulmark. You take care not to remind them. Your mark stays hidden.

(After all, who had ever heard of eight soulmates?)

[allinthemagicshop]

Am I A Stray

SKZ maknae line x gn!reader

Comfort? Humor? Fluff?

wc: ~ 1500

Honestly this is violently cringey to me but it was a funny little college AU (loosely) on how I imagine the group dynamic when they bring someone else into their circle

No warnings except I remember writing this very late at night and barely coherent so enjoy that

I do not own the rights to Stray Kids or any of their personalities/actions, this is a pure work of fiction and just for fun

Learning everything about someone is a journey. Typically a journey two people take part in together, but a one-sided journey isn’t impossible. This is where you found yourself, in this lonely journey, pining for someone, or someones, who didn’t even know you existed. It didn’t lessen the joy you felt each time a new piece of information was filed into your folder for them. It did, however, cause an ache to form each time you let yourself think about it too long. 

Felix and his friend group seemed untouchable. Meaning they were insanely talented and attractive, but that wasn’t even the biggest obstacle. They were so close, never seeing one without at least another from the group. You began to learn the dynamic of each friendship so thoroughly that you felt insane, maybe obsessed. Felix and Jeongin were the typical gamer buddies, always talking about what rank they had gotten to in their last conquest of whatever game they had decided on the previous week. Jeongin and Seungmin held the brotherly relationship you wished you had with your siblings, constantly looking out for each other but never ceasing to pester the other if feelings were too overwhelming. Seungmin believed Felix hung the stars on his face and in his eyes and wouldn’t let another tell him any different, even if that meant he had to playfully bully Felix into understanding. Han held a soft spot for all three of his younger friends, nearly becoming an umbrella over them to protect them from any weather that would dampen their happiness. 

The closeness only continued to extend to the older ones in the friend group, but the protectiveness they radiated over the younger four made it seem daunting to approach any of them. They were kind to everyone, so it almost didn’t make sense why you felt so far removed from being able to even utter a word to them. Maybe you had convinced yourself that there just was no room for another dynamic in all their friendships. Still, you loved cataloging everything you could about them. It was almost like a minor degree to the major you were studying for, but undoubtedly the one you studied for the most.

Resigned to a life on the outside, you kept your fondness for the men tucked away into a corner only you had access to. Keen on just observing them and feeling the love they radiated for each other being enough for you, you stayed away. Sharing classes with the four youngest would be the closest you would get. Sitting at a table behind them in the lecture hall allows you to key in on some of their banter and jokes. Never one to be bold enough to test the boundary between classmates and friendship. The quiet one, always observing and always in awe of the possibility of a friendship that loving being possible. You had your own friends, but none held such a tight closeness to you that you fooled yourself into thinking it would last beyond the walls of the institution you called home for the last three years. After next year’s graduation, you would drift apart, while knowing those eight men would never feel such pull away from each other. You won’t lie to yourself, you envied it. 

Walking into class, you immediately noticed the loud laughter filling the lecture hall. Nothing new. Smiling to yourself, you go to make your way to your seat behind the loud group. You set your backpack down next to you and pulled out your notes to review before class started. You became so focused on your reading that you didn’t hear the shuffling in front of you as the laughter subsided. 

“Guys, guys. I know I’m right here. Anyone would agree that vanilla ice cream is the absolute standard for best base flavor. I’ll even prove it! Hey, y/n. I have an important question,” turning around in his seat, Felix addressed you. He waited for a second before realizing that you must not have heard him. “Y/n? This is a dire problem that needs a solution.” Still no response. He chuckles lowly as the others burst into laughter. Felix puts his hand on top of the notes you’d been reading, causing your head to shoot up to meet his eyes. Raising an eyebrow, but not giving you time to adjust to the intrusion, he asked again “Ice cream. Vanilla is the best base flavor, yes?” 

You blinked at him. Once. Twice. “Is this a test? Chocolate is overpowering as base, vanilla adds support. It doesn’t try to outshine the other flavors like chocolate does.” The words tumbled out in your shocked state.

“EXACTLY! HA! I told you guys that I was right! Oh, Y/n, you’re a lifesaver,” Felix exclaims while turning back to the others. They all just laughed harder, you sitting in complete confusion at what just happened. Were those actually the first words you’d spoken to any of them? Did it have to sound that pathetic? They knew your name? Are you dreaming? You continued to stare at the men in front of you.

“Hey, Y/n. Listen, I respect your opinion but you didn’t have to give Lix a bigger ego on this topic,” Han giggles out. Your eyes widen even more in confusion. 

“What is happening right now? Hi?” Your thoughts escaped before you remembered how to function as a competent human being. Immediately the four boys were rolling with laughter, somehow louder than before. 

“Y/n this is why we need you to be present more often. You’re hilarious!” Seungmin laughs out. You raise an eyebrow at him. This is a dream, there’s no other explanation.

“Seungmin, we have literally never spoken before. Are you guys alright? Did someone drug your breakfast? I am so confused right now.” 

Another round of impossibly loud laughter. “We’ve been trying to get you to warm up to us for months, Y/n. You remind us so much of Hannie, all quiet and seemingly off put by others. We knew you’d fit in with us, but you have to promise not to always side with Felix. Chan already does that,” Jeongin smiles at you, dimples showing. “If I’m honest, we had no idea how to approach you without scaring you off. But we also hated seeing you so alone when you seemed so sweet.”

His mini ramble ends and you continue to stare. This isn’t happening. Were you the one drugged this morning? “I didn’t even know that you knew my name,” a blush taking over your entire form, shoulders slumping in. 

Han smiled at you gently, the laughter still in his eyes but fading to softness. Softness somehow aimed at you. “Chan is a big stickler on finding the stray kids who need a home. No one deserves to be alone or stuck in shallow friendships. Everyone deserves to belong to something. This might seem out of the blue but it’s been a long time coming.” The other three nod their heads in agreement. 

“Wait. So you want to be friends? Is that what’s happening? I don’t want to intrude,” you mutter, getting quieter with each word. Seungmin stares at you for a little bit before opening his mouth and shutting it again.

“Do you… do you not want to be friends with us?” Seungmin eventually lets out, his eyebrows drawing together. Your eyes widen and you shake your head quickly, maybe too quickly but they don’t seem to care as their shoulders all slump in relief.

“No! No, that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t think anyone really noticed me. Wait, Han. Did you just call me a stray?” At that they all burst out laughing again, this time at Han as he covered his face, a blush tinting his ears impossibly red. 

“Ohmygodno. I didn’t, well I did, but like I didn’t mean it like that I just meant like you seemed alone a lot but you seem so kind and always help others who ask and you never complain about others but you never meet anyone after class and we don’t like seeing people look so lonely wait not that you’re lonely but maybe just that you don’t have friends well you probably have friends it’s just that ohmygod I need to shut up,” Han crumpled on himself more after his ramble, only making the others laugh even harder. Your heart clenched as you joined in on the laughter, all their eyes brightening and Han looking at you between his fingers still covering his face. 

“Okay okay, I get it. So Chan seems to have a knack for picking people who don’t feel like they belong with others, is that it? The outcasts or the quiet ones. Huh. That means you were all strays at some point then.”

Felix just stands up and claps his hand onto your shoulder. “And now you have an invitation to stay. If you want it. If you’re content to keep to yourself, don’t let us ruin that. But we would like it if we could build a friendship with you,” he finished with a smile, your own growing as your heart swelled.

[james-is-here]

What stories are you comfortable doing?

Member x Member?

Member x Male Reader?

Orgy? Threesome? Sickening fluff?

Any no no's?

Love you're writing style and just interesting in what you prefer to write and are comfortable with 😘❤️

I can do Member x member but male reader may be dropped in there just because but male reader wouldn't be apart of the scenario if it was apart of the request

Below is the rest of my list

My blog is primarily Member(s) x male reader so yes :)

I can do Sibling, child, son, friend, boyfriend, reader. Friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, strangers to friends to lovers, other troupes that I can't seem to remember at the moment.

I'll go as far as foursomes and one member x everyone else (Like free use concept with member of choice) and poly stray kids hickeys cum swap bondage watching (two fucking, one watching {punishment or not}) exhibitionism (Public or private or over the phone{?}) Double Penetration I can try Bottom reader but prefer Sub/dom top reader Sub bottom/ power bottom members / sub top member but only for member x member scenarios. angst hurt/comfort hurt/no comfort (only if I can make a part 2 depending on how I end it) dubcon death anxiety, depression, adhd, little space Cheating but to a certain degree

boypuss

gender swap

I can't do extreme kinks or topics like there are some that are just...I'm sorry, I'm kink shaming, but some just make me go ew

P!55 feet non-con Grape

Here's a list of AU's I can do as well

Non-idol 9th member fantasy mythical dystopian? apocalypse hybrid highschool college manager reader monster au

Skz family

vampire

magic

If you come up with anymore things, ask me and I can add it to the list if I'm okay or not okay with it :)

[braemjeorn]

mari and chan's moodboard for my fic the warmth in brightness

[skz-jae-lynn]

RE-UPLOAD! STRAY KIDS EXTRA MEMBER AU / JAE-LYNN

pronouns: she/her (but chill with she/they too)

birth name: jae-lynn reyes-wang

legal name: jae-lynn king

korean name: ji-ae (지애)

stage name: jae-lynn / jae

nickname: jae, lynnie, jade, jae-jae, jae-lynn hyung, the american girl doll, the queen (rap persona)

birthday: may 1st, 1999

zodiac: taurus(sun) scorpio (moon) pisces (rising), year of the rabbit

birthplace: east elmhurst, queens, NYC

nationality: american

ethnicity: korean and russian (dad's side), filipino (mom's side)

languages: (fluent) english, korean, spanish, tagalog, (learning) japanese & chinese

height: 5'2" / 157.48 cm

group position: main dancer, lead vocalist (vocalracha), songwriter, sub-rapper and visual

instruments: piano, guitar (electric and acoustic), bass guitar, orchestral bass, and learning drums

skzoo character: jade the purple raccoon 🦝

──────── ❝ skills ❞ ────────

rapping: ●●●○○

dancing: ●●●●●

singing: ●●●●○

producing: ●●●○○

song writing: ●●●○○

acting: ●●●●○

──────── ❝ traits ❞ ────────

positive: honest, hard-working (driven), “street smart”, confident when she wants to be, trustworthy, creative, supportive

negative: loner / introvert, blunt (doesn’t ‘beat around the bush’), impulsive, no filter, can be very lazy, idealistic, stubborn

personality type: INFP-T

face claim: Beatrice Kristi Ilejay Laus (beabadoobee) [I will also be using a variety of pics from an assortment of ig users]

voice claim: jini, devita, sabrina carpenter

dancing style: Bailey Sok, Jade Chynoweth, Briar Nolet, Autumn Miller

──────── ❝ family ❞ ────────

father - james wang (1979) [deceased]

mother - elessia reyes-torres (1982)

(c. ‘19) step father - richard torres (1980)

older brother - aleksandr "aleks" reyes-wang (1995)

older adopted sister - faith reyes-wang (1998)

little brother - ezra reyes-wang (2002)

baby half-sister - andrea “andie” reyes-torres (2020)

─────── ❝ fun facts ❞ ───────

Born in East Elmhurst, Queens, NY to Elessia and James King in 1999.

Since 2019, her mom has been remarried. 

As of 2021, Jae has 4 siblings: Aleks, Faith, Ezra, and Andrea.

Her dad died when she was 9 years old (as stated in Jae’s vlive, he was a cop and got killed on the job)

She began to dance at age 2 (ballet and jazz) and as she got older she took on more styles of dance - her favorites being contemporary and hip-hop.

Her and her older sister (Faith) were in the same dance classes for most of their lives. 

She attended PS 329Q East Elmhurst Community School (K-5) and Louis Armstrong Middle School (6th grade)

She moved to Korea at age 12 after getting scouted at her school’s dance competition and completing several at-home auditions.

She lived with her grandmother in Gwangjin-gu when she starting training  at JYP Entertainment. 

She completed middle school at Shingu Middle School and then transferred to Cheongdam High School to finish out her schooling. 

She struggled greatly with her Korean when she first moved into the country.

Her hobbies are: playing video games, watching horror movies, listening to/ playing music, doing makeup, and skateboarding. 

She has a Minecraft server (that she runs with her younger brother) where she plays with Stay almost every weekend

She is obsessed with drag race shows (especially Dragula)

She also watches a lot of youtube, mostly Trixie Mattel and Katya, spooky content youtubers (Loey Lane!!!), and gamers :P

She learned how to play the piano from her grandfather and she taught herself how to play the guitar and bass guitar. 

She loves snow and enjoys the colder seasons more than the warmer ones. 

When she first started training under JYP, her main focus was dance, but she naturally became a rapper.

As time went on, she transformed into a vocalist to fit into Stray Kids.

She was a trainee at JYP Entertainment for 6 years before debut with skz.

She was supposed to debut with Twice in 2015. 

Since 2018 she has been in a groupchat  called 'ghoulfriends’ that includes idols: Son Chaeyoung (Twice), Rosé Park (BlackPink), Jeon Somi (soloist), Kim Yeri (Red Velvet), Jeon Jiwoo (Kard), Momo Hiari (Twice), Shin Ryunjin (Itzy), and Alexa Schneiderman (soloist)

She was a co-host of Dive Studios’ show 'How Did I Get Here’ with Jae Park and AleXa (late 2020 - June 2021).

She is now a co-host to an all new series under Dive Studios, 'That's Like, Really Crazy', where the co-host that works alongside her changes per-week (the show mostly focuses on foreign members of kpop groups / the idol world, and covers korean/world media news in the form of each week being a new trending topic).

Her rapper persona used to be 'The Queen’, but now she only references the name in present-day work. Now she just goes by Jae-Lynn (/Lynnie) or Jae-Lynn King.

Her role models are Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Prince and Billie Joe Armstrong. 

She has two dogs, a golden retriever named Looney and a bulldog named Beaver, that live back in nyc.

She also has one black cat named Brownie.

Currently she has two guinea pigs, Blini and Dulce, and a cat named Naysu.

Her mom co-owns a salon with Jae’s aunt. 

She loves spicy food, and has a strong tolerance for it.

She hates aegyo, and refuses to do it. 

She has a lot of stuffed animals that she sleeps with, her favorite being a bear her and Bang Chan made at build-a-bear one year (named Roger).

LOVES BUILD-A-BEAR WITH A PASSION

She is a Hufflepuff (Harry Potter house)

Her favorite color is purple.

She has said that if she weren’t in Stray Kids she wouldn’t know what she’d be doing. 

She often releases covers or original songs for Stay. 

Calls her vlives, ’Jae-Lynn’s weekly date with Stay’ (usually happens every Friday), where she likes to react to new music that had come out during the week and give feedback, and sometimes she practices guitar or dances. 

Her, Han and IN shared a dorm room, which she called the 'J³ room’. 

In 2020, her and fellow idol, AleXa, moved in with each other into a new apartment, however later in the year, they decided to live separate.

As of 2021, Jae-Lynn now lives alone in an apartment (in the same building as the other skz members).

She has been on 5 survival shows:  Sixteen, Unpretty Rapstar 3, Stray Kids, Good Girl, and Kingdom.

She is very close with NCT’s Mark Lee - they have been best friends since they met in 2nd grade. 

She has her driver’s license, and drives her grandmother’s old car. 

She has 7+ tattoos (& counting) and she also has her nose pierced.

She has said that she doesn’t like to define her sexuality, but if she were to put a label on herself she’d be bisexual. 

She collects crystals and incense sticks (has burned sage in the old skz dorm before bc “the vibes are all off”)

She is deathly allergic to strawberries, and is mildly allergic to nutmeg and grass. 

Jae-Lynn has several solo mixtape/ep/album releases, and a wide discography (she has around 115 KOMCA credits).

Her motto: “Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great” - Cher

Jae-Lynn’s Type: Jae has said that she thinks all people are beautiful as long as they bring beauty to the world through their actions.

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[post originally from my other page @ignooy-nim. I decided to make a full page for jae-lynn just for shits and giggles, and because I was slowly losing my mind with the amount of drafts I had accumulated on that account LMAO, hope y'all enjoy this, and remember that none of this is supposed to be super serious, and that at the end of the day I AM ot8. this is just meant to be a creative writing project for me on a group I really love, so lets just have fun and create some madness together! - mars]

© ignooy-nim / skz-jae-lynn 2023 - all posts tagged with the ’skz-jae-lynn’ tag on this tumblr account are my genuine work unless stated otherwise. I only post this au on this tumblr account from here on out, so if you see anything pertaining to my work elsewhere, please be kind and reach out to me to let me know. thanks 💞

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[linoxpudding]

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Poly Relationships – I only write one-on-one relationships involving the reader.

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[kkami-writes]

waiting for us ― a skz social media au.

pairing. OT8 x fem!reader synopsis. At age 16 you either get your soul mark (in the form of your soulmates name somewhere on your body) or you become a blank, someone who doesn't have a soulmate. You've long lost any semblance of hope or comfort in the magic of soulmates, despite the fact that you have 8 of them. genre. soulmate!au, college!au, social media!au + written parts, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut cw. swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos, skz should be in horny jail, eventual smut (MDNI), domestic abuse, sexual assault/harassment, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal tendencies/thoughts, implied/referenced past suicide attempt, male x male relationships (skz are soulmates), polyamory, kms/kys jokes, mentions of homophobia + transphobia, lots of written parts, reader is really bad at feelings, ulzzang pics (this is more so to focus on the fashion), appearance of junhao, yeji and hyunjin are siblings, more to be added status: ongoing! / taglist: CLOSED! wanna support my work? consider buying me a coffee.

yn's accounts | the boys chapter one. go to horny jail chapter two. sus chapter three. welcome home cheater chapter four. you come here often? chapter five. sk8er boi chapter six. just a coincidence chapter seven. soulmate tingle chapter eight. down bad chapter nine. avoidance chapter ten. feminine urges chapter eleven. the whole circus chapter twelve. fairy boy chapter thirteen. apologies chapter fourteen. simp behavior chapter fifteen. not slick chapter sixteen. scooby doo chapter seventeen. screwed over chapter eighteen. back off hoe chapter nineteen. the gig chapter twenty. the plan™ chapter twenty one. yn chapter twenty two. a chance chapter twenty three. good morning chapter twenty four. totally subtle chapter twenty five. opening up chapter twenty six. howls moving castle chapter twenty seven. a deal chapter twenty eight. girls daye chapter twenty nine. girl dinner chapter thirty. the clit chapter thirty one. knight in shining armor chapter thirty two. masterpieces chapter thirty three. #NPP chapter thirty four. beach episode chapter thirty five. in the rain chapter thirty six. rumours chapter thirty seven. laser tag chapter thirty eight. cat cafe chapter thirty nine. bruises chapter fourty. sunrise

waiting for us masterlist part 2!!!!

[wooahaes]

skz - stardew au

daisy's notes: bc i wanna have a counterpart to the svt au

for bang chan, i'm kinda torn? i can see him living with his family and being a loving big brother to his siblings. i kinda wanna give him specifically something more akin to sam where he has his music heart events. maybe he's working with changbin and jisung and later you get to see the song he wrote with your input? i think one of his heart events would have something to do with his love for dogs and another being hannah teasing chris about how often he talks about you (interpreted however you like since its a heart event you can access before dating him). maybe.. perhaps... a heart event on the beach where he talks about how much he loves it? which comes back when he confesses to you on the beach? yes. i think he'd probably just work at joja mart or something or do freelance work at home. man who will water crops and feed the animals and fix fences after marrying you tho. he just wants to help <3 also dad of the year if u have kids they will be So supported!!!

lee know... honestly, he and jisung are really good with kids, so i could see minho being the one who runs a school for the kids in town (fulfilling penny's role). probs a little quiet in the beginning as he's trying to get a better read on you as a person, but warms up quickly. at least one of his heart events is him feeding stray cats and being caught by you. he doesn't get flustered or anything but he does talk about how he likes caring for things... and for people, too. maybe a mention that he worries about coming off as mean when he just has a particular sense of humor--and he usually only makes those jokes around certain people who he knows can handle it. omg wait chris says minho's dad makes furniture or something... minho lives on the mountain with his dad, the town carpenter??? imagine romancing minho and his family just Knowing because of how often you make the trip up there for non-farm related stuff lmao. he probably confesses to you during a picnic or a walk in the woods. i love the idea of him also feeding animals after marrying you or cooking for u sometimes... what a softie!! dad of the year #2 btw

changbin kinda fits into taking alex's position in a sense? lives with his family (loves them SO much and you WILL know it), works out a lot, etc. i can honestly kinda see him talking about wanting to do something with it professionally, but in terms of opening up a gym rather than playing sports. man who is nice to begin with but will be down so fucking bad for you by the time you finish romancing him. hes just a loving dude!! i like to imagine he talks vaguely about traveling a little bit but says that he never saw himself going through w it because he doesnt like the idea of leaving his family. maybe... he has a softer side too in terms of art or writing? like the guy talks abt maybe being a writer or a tattoo artist, i could maybe see that coming up in his heart events. consider... poetry boy bc he writes lyrics and idk i think theres at least a little crossover there. he confesses with lyrics he wrote for u. also probably thrives in married life on the farm??? plenty of space to work out and go on walks... thank u.

hyunjin.... leah. he's just having a good time living in the forest and painting/drawing. i feel like he'd be a little standoffish in the very beginning, but warms up to you a lot over time. probably would ask if he can hang out on your farm and draw sometimes. his lil section behind ur house??? absolutely an easel facing toward the farm so its implied he's painting u/ur farm. honestly i kinda like to think he works at the saloon and probably voices his annoyance to you that tourists sometimes hit on him and he's not really a fan. imagine literally having a heart event where he claims ur his partner to get someone to knock it off, and later sends u something nice in the mail as thanks. probably one of the more romantic guys. i think he'd enjoy married life on the farm a bit considering it gives him plenty of space to enjoy nature and draw if he wants to, plus he has you to support him in his artistic endeavors. absolutely insists on doing some things around the farm like feeding animals because it's the least he can do to make ur life easier.

for han... honestly i could see him functioning as elliott-adjacent? the kind of guy who writes, but he's busy writing lyrics. his first heart event 100% includes chris + changbin passing by reader and jisung talking in town and they invite him to come make music w them if he wants. alternatively, i could see jisung as being the shy son of the couple who runs the ranch. i think he'd warm up to reader more and more over time, and it'd absolutely have his family sending him up to reader's farm sometimes on "errands" like delivering feed there and whatnot. wait jisung w the blue chickens. genius. either way, i feel like he also would probably open up to reader about being an introvert and how he's good with people, but that he has his limits and he appreciates having ppl in his life who don't push him to be extroverted. he does feed animals for you (and put water out for ur pet) and probably mends fences for u as well. man who is aware that sprinklers exist.

felix... ok vibe w me for a minute. felix who's family runs the general store. gamer boy who probably games with you for one of his heart events. some of his events also take place on the beach tbh where he talks about swimming in summer and going to the beach w his sisters?? maybe his heart events kinda talk about how he doesn't really know what he wants to do sometimes. he has things he likes doing, ykno? also at least one of his heart events is a lil sad and u get to comfort him and he sends you a letter saying he appreciates the kindness in ur heart. gives! you! treats! after u marry him! always says a little 'sorry i woke up early and started baking... but you like these, right?' before giving u a lil treat. also will feed the animals on your farm and mention how he likes helping you however he can <3

seungmin is mr 'its not like i like you' in the beginning where he's not mean by any means, but he is like hm. farmer :/. kinda like haley? he's nice enough to people he knows super well, but he takes a moment to warm up to new ppl in the valley. tourists? he's polite enough. a random person who moved there out of nowhere? ew. why would you come here? but he warms up to you quickly. he lives w jeongin! sometimes he'll go visit him after he marries you and they just have a friends day. anyway i think his heart events talk about him wanting to be a photographer. maybe you help him get a website together that he continues to maintain into marriage + he'll go off and take pics in the forest on some days. lovingly cooks and waters ur crops for u <3

i.n... lives with seungmin, as mentioned before, and i think he'd work at joja. openly tells you he dislikes it but he's gotta make a living somehow. he mentions that sometimes he'll help minho with teaching the kids if he needs it, but sometimes he'll also tutor any of the kids needing the extra help (minho always recommends him bc he knows jeongin wants the extra money). honestly i feel like he'd probably enjoy married life on the farm where he can explore what he wants to do in life without having to worry too heavily about other things. probably has very sweet heart events where u can really see how mature he is sometimes. one of them involves him tutoring the kids outside one day and u get to impart farmer knowledge on them (which is pulling from one of penny's but shh).

[star-my]

Vixen ~ Three (Final)

➼ Pairing: Jimin x OC (Shin Ara)

➼ Length: 6k

➼ Rating: pg-15

➼ Content: Arranged Marriage AU, CEO AU, Mafia AU | TW: Vague Threats of Violence; Kidnapping; Non-Graphic Violence (Fight Scene); Minor Discussion of Human Trafficking (not by BTS/SKZ members)| Ara and JK are so sibling-coded; Jimin ships Vixen and JK

➼ Thanks to @moonleeai for betaing! I had this posted at noon and closed tumblr but when I came back now somehow it disappeared into the cloud?? I'm so annoyed ;-;

➼ Taglist: @bangtan-famiglia-net@kookthief@otome-wandering@sarcasticbambi

➼ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents any member of BTS, SKZ, or any other K-pop group mentioned in any way beyond the face and name claims the author made for this work.

➼ Chapter 1 (13/10/23) ➼ Chapter 2 (14/10/23) ➼ Ao3 ➼ Masterlist

ARA, AGE 25, (PRESENT DAY)

A hand flopped around on the wooden table, finally locating the device making that infernal racket far too early in the morning.

“It’s too early for this,” Ara groaned, sliding the call button on her phone. “Yeoboseyo?”

“Princess? It’s Jimin. Sorry if I woke you…” Ara heard a sharp inhale as her husband realised the time. Still, he pressed on. “Um…you know how Park Wonshik adopted me after I was kidnapped?”

“Ye-ah,” she replied slowly, trying to figure out what was going on. Why was he sounding so awake after helping her break up the trafficking ring early this morning? He probably hadn’t slept yet, she realized. Hence, his too-early call.

“So, the police broke up this ring last night and saved a bunch of kids. They called me and asked if I’d mind talking to them, tell them that things are gonna be okay, y’know?”

Ara made some sort of agreeing noise, heading to the bathroom to gargle some mouthwash and maybe comb her hair and hope that putting her hair in order would simultaneously put her brain cells in order.

“So…one of my dad’s old friends was there and suggested maybe…we could foster one or two of the kids who are in need of a home until they get all the paperwork sorted out. A couple of the kids agreed to testify, so they’ll also need to stay close until the trials are over. What do you think? We have really good security, so they won’t need to worry about a repeat kidnapping, and I know we’ve got space and love. You mentioned wanting to help trafficking victims when I was telling you about my childhood…but…”

The longer her silence stretched out, the more Jimin rambled. He was so cute.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great, practical way to help,” Ara agreed after spitting her mouthwash out. “Just let me know how many you kids you drag back so I know how many rooms to get ready.”

“Thank you, jagiya.” Muffled conversation crackled through the line as Jimin paused to speak with an officer. “Sorry, I have to go. I’ll call later, alright?”

“Okay. Love you!”

“Love you!”

Ara put her phone down on the counter and stared at her reflection in the mirror. 

~~~

At 2:33 PM, Jimin arrived home with an eleven-year-old girl in tow. The police officer and Child & Family Services officer quickly checked the premises and living situation, then left, leaving Jimin, Ara, and the girl.

Ara smiled, crouching down to her height. “Hi, I’m Shin Ara. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hello, Mrs. Shin. My name is Kim Nabi,” Nabi bowed politely. “It is nice to meet you as well. Thank you for letting me live with you.”

Her shiny hair teased the tops of her shoulders as she moved. 

“I’ll show you to your room, then,” said Ara, motioning at the stairs. “I know you saw it already during the tour, but you can get settled now. My room is right across the hall, so my bodyguard will be close by if you feel unsafe. Have you met Jungkook yet?”

Nabi shook her head, then gave a small smile full of delight as she really took in her room.

Ara and Jimin’s gazes met as they exchanged smiles at her satisfaction.

The walls were a pale periwinkle reflected in the pale blue duvet, the trim white to contrast the wood furniture.

“I hope you like it,” joked Ara. “There are a couple of outfits in the closet, but I thought maybe you’d like to go shopping for some things your own style while you’re here. Jungkook and I will take you whenever you’re ready.”

Ara pulled the stuffed rabbit from the top shelf of the closet and held it out to Nabi. “I thought you might like a friend to talk to while you decide if you want to talk to me or someone else about what happened. I’ve told quite a few secrets to Cookie here, and he’s kept them all remarkably well. He also gives a pretty nice hug,” she smiled conspiratorially.

“Thank you very much, Mrs Shin, Mr Park,” Nabi bowed again.

“You’re welcome, Nabi. I know things have been tough, but you’re a very brave girl,” said Jimin. “We want you to feel safe and at home here. I remember how I felt after I was brought here by my adoptive father. If you want to scream, cry, maybe hit a couple of things, go for a run– whatever you’re feeling, we’re here for you.”

“Thank you,” Nabi said again.

Jimin kissed Ara’s cheek goodbye and left to finish his assistance at the police station.

Ara looked at Nabi, laid a soft hand on her shoulder, and said, “I think you’d like to be alone right now to settle in, but if you want company, my room is across the hall, and the door’s open. If you need anything, just walk in or give me a shout, ‘kay?”

Nabi nodded, and Ara crossed the hall to call Jungkook and explain the situation.

~~~

Ara softly knocked on Nabi’s door for the third time. When there was still no response, she twisted the knob and peered in.

Nabi was sound asleep in her bed, hugging Cookie tightly to her chest.

“Nabi, it’s ten to seven. Jimin-ssi will be home any minute, and supper will be ready. I’m sure you’re pretty hungry by now. Jungkook wants to meet you, too, so can you wake up and get up by seven?” As Ara talked soothingly, Nabi stirred and gradually opened her eyes. Ara opened the door a little wider to let the hallway light shine in, as Nabi had drawn her blackout drapes.

“Hello, Ara-unnie. I’m up now.” Nabi yawned and stretched, then slid off the bed.

“Did you have a good nap? I hope you’ll sleep tonight!” Ara stepped just outside the doorway so she wouldn’t stifle Nabi, who yawned again.

“Yes, I slept well, thank you.”

The two headed to the top of the stairs, where Jungkook awaited. 

“Nabi, this is my bodyguard and best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook, this young lady is Kim Nabi.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Nabi,” Jungkook’s bunny smile shone through as he grinned at the girl.

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you as well, Jungkook-oppa.”

Jungkook grinned even wider at Ara. “I’m her oppa already!”

Ara punched his shoulder gently. “Don’t let it go to your head; I told her she could call us that.”

The foyer door opened, signalling Jimin’s return home. He headed to the powder room to wash up, then joined the little group in the living room, brushing a kiss to Ara’s cheek on his way in.

Jungkook pretended to gag, wincing as Ara pinched his arm.

Nabi was quiet during dinner, her gaze bouncing between the three adults talking and laughing around her but not volunteering much. They drew her in when they could, but weren’t surprised that she didn’t immediately become a chatterbox. She’d been through a lot and was probably still deciding how much she could trust them. 

Ara did manage to get her to commit to going clothes shopping the next day, but that was it.

A large yawn cracked Nabi’s face as Jimin asked Jungkook to see him in his office after supper, so Ara said goodnight to the men and followed Nabi upstairs, just in case she forgot where something was or needed help.

Two nights later, Jimin was back at Vixen’s HQ, meeting with the woman herself. He’d showed up unexpectedly, interrupting her spar with Hyunjin, so she wasn’t in full Vixen gear like all the previous times he’d met her.

She’d donned the mask, but her hair was free, a neat brown-black braid falling down her back, a few wisps curled to her sweaty face and neck. 

“If you tell anyone you’ve seen more of me than my lieutenants, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to break our agreement,” she waved a finger at him.

“I won’t,” promised Jimin. More of her meant arms and feet, since she was only in a black tank top and workout leggings, her jacket having been tossed aside as she heated up.

Jimin noted interestedly that the gold eyes and red mouth was an indispensable part of Vixen’s persona, as they were still visible.

(As two of her most notable character marks, Ara made sure the lipstick and contacts were first in and last out when she switched between Ara and Vixen. He’d just proved her point—though he didn’t know it—that you should always be prepared for the unexpected; you never know when someone would drop in, either ally or foe.)

“So, you took care of the three men?” she asked.

Jimin nodded. “JK and I made sure they won’t be trafficking in the future…or committing any other crimes.”

She nodded approvingly. “Good.”

The tones of Vixen’s cell phone rang and she bent over, fishing the phone out of her pocket. Answering it, she turned around but didn’t move away; Jimin eavesdropped as best he could. “Vixen.”

There was a pause as her contact spoke.

“What? Stall him! Flag him down and tell him I have a visitor! Engage blade if necessary.” With an aggravated sigh, Vixen ended the call and pinched her nose, muttering something about stupid training, then turned with a smile that was clearly false.

“I’m going to need a minute, would you mind waiting in another room?”

Jimin complied, following her to a small room that reminded him of a cabin. She pointed to the twin bed and shut the door behind her. Jimin didn’t feel like a captive since there was a window large enough for him to crawl through, and there didn’t appear to be any bars or lasers to stop him from doing so if he wished. But he didn’t wish to; he was here for a reason, afterall.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway as someone came jogging up to Vixen. The tread was heavy, likely male, and the visitor greeted her in a male’s voice.

“Hey Vix, I found out where he keeps the goods- why are you frown- ouch! VIX-mmph!”

That male voice sounded awfully familiar. Jimin frowned.

“Shh! I’m gagging you because he’s. next. door!” hissed Vixen harshly. “If you’d checked outside before you snuck in, you'd have seen his car!”

Jimin strained his ears as the whispers softened and moved down the hallway. However, he’d managed to drop a bug on Vixen’s back as he followed her, so he pulled out his receiver and shamelessly eavesdropped.

“I came over the roofs tonight so I didn’t see. I’m sorry, VIx, that was careless; I should’ve known better. I’ll check 360 degrees next time, yakseokhae.”

That was definitely JK.

“Good. Yeesh, oppa, you almost gave everything away! I had Han ready to rush you with his knife to slow you down!”

Oppa?! Why was Vixen so close to JK?

“Sorry, Vixen. But I found out where he keeps the goods, and I’m getting mine tomorrow, so I need to make sure the others won’t be visible when it’s done.”

…the blacklight tattoos each member got when they were inducted into Bangtan? He’d thought JK was a reliable asset to Bangtan, so he’d invited him to get it. JK was obviously Vixen’s spy in Bangtan, but why?…most of JK’s time was spent on his bodyguarding duties with Ara.

Unless…Vixen was going to take out Ara to hit Bangtan and Grey? But both of them were allied with her, that didn’t make sense. And he knew JK would never hurt or let anyone or anything hurt Ara.

Clearly, more investigation was required.

“When are you going to tell him, anyways, Vix? Hasn’t it been long enough for you to trust him?”

Vixen sighed. “It’s a big secret–half my life. It takes time to open up.”

“I understand. I’ll be there when you’re ready. I’ll leave now…”

Jimin heard JK discover the bug when he hugged Vixen goodbye. 

There was a pause, crackling as the bug was moved, then a dramatic inhale.

“Vix, what’s this?”

“That’s not one of ours…that’s Jimin’s. I thought I felt his fingers on my back, but I didn’t have time to check.” Vixen cursed, and then all that Jimin heard was static as JK crushed the bug under his boot.

The door swung open, JK standing protectively beside Vixen, who crossed her arms and stared at Jimin.

“Fine. You discovered it. Jungkook is my spy in Bangtan. He helped me start Stray Kids, and he’s an honorary member, since he’s technically affiliated with Gray. I’m not plotting anything against you. Happy?” “Why do you care about Bangtan’s tattoos?” Jimin stared back at her.

“Because Stray Kids have blacklight tattoos too, and I didn’t want to out JK’s and my relationship because you picked a spot close to his previous tattoo to add yours. It’s moot now, I guess.”

“Relationship?” He glanced between the two.

“We’re just friends,” they said in unison, then looked at each other. “What he/she said.”

Jimin sighed. Sure. Just friends. Whatever you say.

“Okay, prove it. Do you have a blacklight around?”

Hyunjin entered with the light and JK unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off one shoulder. The Stray Kids symbol glowed blue at the joining of his neck and shoulder. Along his left arm were eight small bands of moon phases, as well.

Vixen held the blacklight to her shoulder, and the vivid blue symbol appeared on the front of her left shoulder, slightly larger and thicker than JK’s. “Happy?”

“Alright, I believe you.” Jimin took the light from her and waved it over his left collarbone, showing Bangtan’s symbol in glowing purple-blue. “You can choose where you put it, but somewhere that allows for easy access is a good choice for easy ID,” he told JK before turning to Vixen. “Bangtan’s tattoos are secret for a reason.”

She nodded companionably. “Same with Stray Kids, hence, blacklight. JK and I won’t say anything.”

JK nodded as Jimin looked at him. “ I won’t say a word, boss.”

“You’re affiliated with three families, JK. Which one are you most loyal to?”

JK swallowed, his big eyes a bit rounder than normal at Jimin’s subtly threatening tone. 

“Yeah, JK, tell me who you’re loyal to,” Vixen buffed her nails against her shirt as she leaned against the doorway, the very picture of nonchalance.

“...I am equally loyal to them. My primary loyalty is to your wife.”

After several tense seconds, Jimin smiled approvingly and patted his shoulder. “Good.”

Vixen nodded at him for his diplomatic answer, then left to continue her spar with Hyunjin.

Jimin and Jungkook rejoined, watching the spar just as VIxen put Hyunjin in an armlock. He tapped out and Jungkook danced into the ring. “Still mad at me for my slip up, Vix?”

“No, we’re good. Foxtrot spar?” She added one of her many code words with him, requesting the use of martial arts plus blades.

Jungkook nodded, and the spar began.

Jimin leaned forward, closely following the pair’s movements. Their sheer grace and long practice of martial arts gave them the facade of a deadly dance, clearly used to practicing together.

Silver flashes gleamed as their knives slashed and parried, tucked away the next second for strikes and kicks.

Finally, JK saw an opening as Vixen slowed from fatigue, her previous spar with Hyunjin lowering her endurance. Caught in a chokehold, Vixen tapped out.

Bowing, the pair ended the spar. Jimin clapped, impressed. “You both fight very well.”

“Thank you,” they said in unison, leaning down to grab a water bottle, opening it, and chugging at the same time.

Jimin rolled his eyes. Totally “just friends”.

Two weeks later, two days before the beginning of the trials, Ara took Nabi to the mall to take her mind off the upcoming event. Nabi now had a varied wardrobe, but Ara was looking for formal dresses for them for a future party..

Nabi had settled in surprisingly quickly, becoming more talkative and outgoing as the days passed, though she was still a quiet child.

She had only been on the street a week since her mom died when she was kidnapped. No one knew who or where her dad was.

Ara had contacted a counsellor for Nabi to see when she was ready to talk about it, and she and Jimin had agreed they’d love to foster with intent to adopt. When Nabi was ready, they’d talk about it. So far, she seemed to love the house, and she often followed Jungkook around like a duckling when he wasn’t with Ara.

Jungkook casually browsed through the men’s section of the formalwear store while he kept an eye on other customers. Ara took Nabi to the womens’ changerooms to try on a couple dresses each. Stepping into the room beside Nabi’s, she froze at the reflection of the man in the mirror with the gun painted at her.

“Follow me quietly and you and the kid won’t get hurt,” he growled.

Tentatively, Ara turned around, hoping Nabi would stay in her changeroom.

Alas, that was not to be, as Nabi stepped out. “Unnie, my zipp-” she stared at the man and Ara calmly, though her eyes were wide with shock. Slowly, she crept behind Ara, keeping an eye on the man.

“Come quietly and you’ll both be fine,” threatened the man. They headed out the back way to the van idling by the door. 

Getting in, Ara felt the dull throb of a needle prick as everything faded to black.

~~~

Jungkook headed to the fitting rooms anxiously. Twelve minutes had passed with no sign of either Nabi or Ara. Normally, Ara asked for his opinion on formal fits; while he supposed she may have decided to ask Jimin’s opinion instead, he was still a little worried.

As soon as he saw the silver and jade hairpin Ara had worn that day on the ground, the needle pointing to the back exit, he knew something was up. Pulling out his phone, he began making calls.

~~~

Slowly blinking her heavy lids, Ara tried to focus her thoughts and make sense of everything. As she gradually became more clear-headed, her memories returned.

Pretending to still be unconscious, she strained her senses to check her surroundings.

So far, she could tell that she was likely in a warehouse (how original) in the industrial area by the Han River, with the smell of water and the faint industrial noises surrounding her.

Nabi was in the chair behind her, back-to-back, either still out or merely pretending, like herself.

Ara couldn’t sense any hostile presence around–evidently, they were still supposed to be under the drug’s influence for a while longer.

Carefully, she pressed her watch button in and twisted it, sending an emergency GPS ping to both Chan and Jin.

Clearly, the kidnappers didn’t expect much of a chaebol heiress; since she was untouched, her eight knives, two GPSs, and five impromptu weapons were still on her. Well, at least they were respectful. This meant she was likely not going to be harmed, at least at first, and they didn’t know she was Vixen. 

She could work with that.

“Nabi-ah, are you awake?” If she was, Ara would have to wait for her prince(s) in shining armour (unless the kidnappers tried something before then), but if Nabi was still out, Ara could fight her way out and then claim a rescue…

She felt Nabi’s hands brush hers, then– “I know you’re Vixen. Can you get us out of here before oppa comes?”

 How- how did this child– Jimin still didn’t know!

“I’ll try.” She wiggled a knife free and passed it through their bonds to Nabi. “Go for blood if you’re in trouble. Now is not the time for guilt or gentleness. Use your teeth and elbows if you have to. Aim for fleshy parts like eyes, groin, or disabling their arms and hands.”

“Got it,” Nabi whispered back. “You’re so cool, unnie.”

Ara smiled inwardly, then began tugging the knot of the rope around her hands loose.

Once she had undone the ropes, she slyly slid one of her knives from her thigh free, using it to cut Nabi loose. “Sit tight unless you’re attacked, okay? On three, I’m going to get our captors’ attention. I already sent a distress signal, so Jimin and Jungkook will be here soon,” she added to reassure her foster daughter.

On three, she ripped the blindfold off and stood up, sliding the knives tucked into her heels out and kicking them off, choosing to fight barefoot.

A quick slash up the side seam of her skirt, and she was ready to fight.

The kidnappers had noticed that she was awake, and five men dressed in black ran into the room. 

Good, no guns, yet. The illegal weapons left traces very difficult to clean up and explain away.

Silently she charged the row of three, using the first’s momentum to tumble the second and third like dominoes.

While they were still reeling, Ara began slicing at the fourth and fifth, incapacitating them by aiming for their thighs and shoulders.

One, Two, and Three regained their balance, and Ara hurled one of her blades into Two’s shoulder as she danced around Three, hitting pressure points to take him out.

On her way to One, she yanked the knife out of Two’s shoulder, jabbing it at his waist and thigh.

One appeared to be better trained than the others as he aimed for a pressure point on Ara’s neck. Unluckily for him, she grabbed his wrist, forced him to his knees, and kicked him in the groin.

Spinning back to Two, she hit his neck to temporarily paralyse him, watching him slump before repeating the motion on One.

Sighing, she brushed her hair out of her face, wishing she hadn’t dropped her hairpin at the store as a clue for Jungkook. He’d have found her soon enough through the CCTVs, and she could see better without her hair flying around if she’d kept it.

A second batch of five emerged from the hallway she assumed led to the boss’s control room, but this time the group was armed and better prepared.

Ara supposed the first group were the disposable, bottom-tier underlings who underestimated her.

Dropping into a crouch, she grinned ferally. Worked every time.

Two and Three charged her at the same time, so she simply crouched there, then uncoiled at the last second. Using Two’s knee as a springboard, she wrapped her legs around Three’s neck, sending Two sprawling and choking Three out.

On her way to meet One, Four, and Five, she gifted Two a knife to the thigh, dangerously close to the femoral artery. Oops.

Just before she hit One and Four, she dropped to her knees and slid by, taking their legs out. Rather badass a move of her, if she thought so herself.

Five grabbed her by the hair–rude, but smart— thankfully, it was long enough she could twist to face him and swipe at his knees, then grab his wrist and twist him around.

He released her hair, and she swiftly knocked him out, then headed back to the still-conscious Two, Four, and One.

A quick insurance stab to their dominant arms, and all ten opponents were incapacitated, if not unconscious.

Ara spun to the door, dropping into a defensive stance and re-gripping her blades tightly, only to relax in relief when IN and Felix showed up. 

“Oh, good, you’re the first ones here. Nabi knows– I’ll figure out how later– but as of right now, Jimin doesn’t know, so you two took out those assailants, okay? I watched you rescue me when I woke up halfway through the fight,” Ara quickly aligned their cover stories.

Clearly, she should tell Jimin about her…nightly business ventures, but now would not be the time.

“Yes, ma’am,” Vixen’s bodyguards saluted, then began dragging the kidnappers into a row and tying them up.

Ara reclaimed her knife from Nabi and sat back in her chair, holding hands with the girl.

“Jimin-ssi should be here very soon and we can go home, okay? You were so brave; I’m proud of you. It’s okay now, so I understand if you’re a little scared or overwhelmed. Do you want to talk about it?”

Nabi shook her head. “I wasn’t scared; I knew you’d keep us safe, and Jimin-oppa and Jungkook-oppa would come for us.”

‘’How did you know I’m Vixen, Nabi-ah? And I gather you figured Jimin and Jungkook out too.”

Nabi grinned, turning in her chair to face Ara. “Jimin-oppa doesn’t wear a mask. I recognized him from the night when you all rescued us. That pink hair is kind of distinctive. I thought Jungkook-oppa worked for Vixen, but then I saw him with Jimin at the police station. I didn’t know till you woke me up for supper the first night; the way you talked to me and approached me was just like Vixen. And then I saw you with Jungkook-oppa and you were close to him like Vixen was.”

“Is that why you were watching us all so closely?” Ara had a revelation. “I just thought you didn’t trust us yet.”

Nabi nodded proudly. “I was trying to figure out who knew what about who.”

Ara smiled at Nabi and smoothed her hair down. “You are a very clever girl– you’re the first person to figure out that Shin Ara and Vixen are the same person. Everyone else who knows, I told. Have you figured out what everybody knows by now?”

“I think so…you and Jungkook-oppa know each other and Jimin-ssi, and he knows Jungkook-oppa but not you?”

Ara nodded, “Good job, Nabi-ah. Jimin’s family and mine are allies, and Jungkook works for both of them, Gray and Bangtan. He also works for my –Vixen’s– family, Stray Kids. Jimin-ssi and my appa both do not know about me being Vixen, but I think I should tell them now, don’t you?”

Nabi nodded. “Secrets should be kept few and far between.”

“Wise wor-”

Their talk was interrupted by a group of armed men bursting in, guns in hand.

Ara and Nabi blinked back at Jimin’s wide gaze. “You’re safe!”

He holstered his gun and anxiously looked them over. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, pulling Ara into a hug, then Nabi. “What happened?”

“We’re fine, Jimin. Nabi is probably a bit more anxious than she lets on, but we’re fine,” Ara ran her hand down his chest soothingly, feeling the rapid thumping of his heartbeat.

Jimin pulled back to examine Ara's face. “Why is there blood on you?”

“Oh, it's not mine, it’s…theirs…” Ara waved at the neat row of captives guarded by Felix and IN. “They took those guys out and rescued Nabi and me. Jungkook called them, saying we were in trouble.”

Ara had to have some last fun as Vixen, before she unmasked. Unable to resist, she asked in a loud whisper, “Why are there so many of you and why did you have a gun?!”

Jungkook coughed loudly to cover his laughter at Ara’s acting. Felix and IN exchanged grins, turning their backs to ‘guard the prisoners’.

The rest of Jimin’s squad of six looked awkwardly around, invested in the drama and wondering how their boss was going to get out of this jam.

Panic flashed through Jimin’s eyes. “Uh…why don’t we get you home and have a doctor look at you, jagiya. You must have been so scared, Nabi-ah. Let’s go home, hm? I think Mrs Lee was stress-baking up a storm.”

Jungkook slipped out to start the car and told Jimin quietly, but loud enough for Ara to get the message, “I called Dr. Hyunjin– he’ll understand. I have Lady’s men ready to help; I called her guys after you and Jin-hyung.”

“Thanks, JK.” Jimin escorted his girls to the car, leaving Jungkook to drive home while he fussed over them in the backseat.

Ara waited till Nabi showered and Hyunjin okayed her to do anything, much to her husband’s chagrin.

Nabi went straight to bed, and Hyunjin told Ara and Jimin that she was healthy, with no side effects from the drug used to knock them out, and was only stressed, though less so than he’d expected.

Ara was touched by Nabi’s faith in her and her guys. 

Hyunjin said good night and all the attention was on Ara. She willingly took a shower, conceding to that after adamantly refusing Hyunjin’s checkup.

Finally, so Jimin would stop worrying, she agreed to give him five minutes to reassure himself that she was indeed feeling 100%.

Ara perched on the counter in her ensuite, her towel wrapped around her neatly and another on her head to keep her hair from dripping in her face.

Cupping Jimin’s face in her hands, she looked him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, yeobo.”

“It’s not your fault, jagi,” Jimin protested immediately.

“Not the kidnapping, no, but the worrying, yes. There’s something I need to tell you. Please don’t freak out, okay?”

Jimin nodded warily, his eyes full of questions.

Ara grimaced, then said. “I know you’re Park Jimin, Head of the Bangtan mafia.”

His face jerked out of her hands. “What? No, I’m not– where did you–”

“Sh, I know, Jimin.” She cupped his face again. “I know Appa is Shin Jungok, head of the Gray mafia. I know my oppas work for you and him as mafiosos. I know your friends aren’t just your friends, they’re also mafia. I know my friend Minho is mafia. The reason I know all this is because…I’m mafia. I’m Lady Vixen.”

Jimin pulled his face away again to stare at her, his jaw slack and his eyes wide.

“I know I was never supposed to know who you all are, but I have since I was twelve. I started planning Vixen then; Kookie helped me. When I was seventeen and Kook was my full-time bodyguard and we could sneak around, I became Vixen.”

“I…don’t believe you.”

Ara hopped off the counter and exited the bathroom, heading for her closet. She changed into jeans and a blouse, then slid her shoes on. “Follow me if you dare.”

Jimin took her hand, confused and curious, as Ara led him to Jungkook’s bike in the garage.

They hopped on, Ara revved, and they sped off, Ara making evasive manoeuvres and pulling over randomly to ensure no one would follow them.

Ara casually strolled up to Vixen’s HQ, D9, and entered her fingerprint, eight-digit code, and eye scan after a moment’s pause.

She headed straight to the back, to Vixen’s room, waving briskly at the sparring members of her mafia gathered in the main room, and pressed on a panel in the wall.

The panel popped out and Ara reached in, removed a small package, and slipped her contacts and fangs in. A small tube of lipstick sat on a shelf, and Ara carefully applied a coat. The mask went on, the jacket was zipped up, and her boots laced up.

Dumbfounded, Jimin watched as his wife did a slow twirl in front of him, a smug smirk on her face. The entire transformation took five minutes.

“You’re really Vixen.”

“Yup.”

Hyunjin popped in with the blacklight again and Ara confirmed her SKZ tattoo on her shoulder. “Thanks, Jinnie. Can you ask the others to come see me in a minute, please?”

In the minute they were left alone, Ara sat behind her desk and kicked out a chair for Jimin to sink into. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you know sooner–for worrying you without reason. I was actually the one who knocked out the guys; Innie and Lix got there after. That’s why I was bloody.”

Hyunjin reentered with IN and Felix, handing Jimin a bundle.

He unwrapped it to discover six knives and two stilettos, which caused him to turn to Ara in confusion.

She smirked. “I never go out unarmed. I also have a GPS in each watch and a few of my larger jewellery pieces. I could also have utilized the belt on my skirt and my necklace as weapons, if I so wish. Unfortunately, I had to leave my hairpin behind, but I often wear my hair up in pins because they double as an excellent weapon in a pinch…especially if they’re modified. All this is to say, I’m sorry for worrying you earlier, and I can take care of myself, so please don’t worry if something like this happens again.”

Jimin stared at her, taking in this whole other side of his wife he’d overlooked before. “Wow, you really are a vixen.”

She tossed him a wink, a proper one, as Seungmin, Minho, Chan, Changbin, and Jisung entered. 

“Sup, Vix? Oh…”

“Yep, I told him. Thought he might like to know some of my most trusted men, so he can reassure himself about everything.”

Once her men gave a succinct explanation of their path to Stray Kids and left, the couple were left alone, silence blanketing Vixen’s office.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “You’re really something, jagiya.”

The faint sound of people sparring elsewhere in the building filtered through the air while he collected his thoughts.

“I want to be angry that you hid all this from me, but I can’t really without being a hypocrite. Thank you for telling me now.”

Ara sighed in relief. “Thank you for accepting this part of me. Shall we agree to keep no more secrets?”

The two shook hands solemnly. “No more secrets.”

“Oh, by the way…Nabi figured you out the first night she stayed with us because you don’t wear a mask, and also because of your pink hair. She found me out because Vixen and Ara approached her the same way.”

Jimin sputtered and Ara giggled.

“We have a future menace to society and the underworld on our hands.”

Park Jimin and Shin Ara exited the courthouse, their bodyguards shielding them and their new daughter from the paparazzi.

Once the trial was over and the traffickers harshly sentenced, Nabi relaxed more and was able to enjoy life.

She’d readily agreed to Jimin and Ara’s proposal and was delighted to become a Park.

Secretly, she was dying to know which Family she’d join when she grew up, but wisely didn’t say anything about it.

Now, the papers were signed, sealed, and filed, and Kim Nabi was officially Park Nabi.

In honour of the occasion, Bangtan and Stray Kids had collaborated again to open Black Swan, a restaurant that would be Nabi’s future, if she so desired.

Bangtan and Gray had also collaborated to open Blue and Grey, the last bar in the Blue string owned by Jungok.

He’d been thoroughly shocked to find out his little girl had known for a long time about his secondary business, and how she had twisted his most trusted men around her little pinky (Jin and Namjoon had been glared at for weeks after Ara spilled the beans), but he was proud of her ambition and success, even though he wished she had stayed on the legal side of things.

~~~

Jimin crawled into bed beside Ara and flipped off the light, turning to pull her to him.

“How is everything going? You’ve been pretty busy lately,” she murmured, cuddling into his body heat.

“It’s calming down now, thankfully. The worst part is seeing you less.”

“Flatterer,” she said, but Jimin heard the smile in her voice. “I miss you too, when you’re busy like this.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, enjoying her angelic appearance as the moonlight fell across her face. They lay there, cuddling in silence for a while, until a thought struck Jimin. He’d been getting used to talking to Ara about his mafia issues, knowing that she’d understand him better now.

“Yoongi is looking for a wife.”

“Oh?” Sheets rustled as Ara pulled away a bit, turning to look at him.

“Yeah, for some reason he wants a wife who’s not in a gang. You know anyone?”

Ara made a noise of surprise. “Really? Hm…I might! You know how I’m allying with that gang, Seventeen, temporarily? I might find a way. I’ll look into it.”

TO BE CONTINUED…in Godmother: Tigress

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading my story! I hope you have a beautiful life<3

Some fun notes about the universe, if you're interested:

-> 22924514 = Vixen in Alpha-numeric code. It's Vixen's code for D9. D9 is a STAY easter egg.

-> Jimin and Jungkook were both part of the same trafficking/rescue situation. They weren’t together, though, and their memories are fuzzy and black out from that time. Eventually, they realise they have a connection and bond over it.