#so thanks hannie❤️❤️

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Han Jisung's smile has to be the best thing in the entire universe. God just look at him light up the whole stadium with his heart shaped smile. He's so bright and full of love.

[palajae]

my name. | nishimura riki

PAIRING ▸ nishimura riki! x reader

GENRE ▸ detective! au, fantasy! au, high school! au, s2ls, romance, fluff, angst, humor, SLOW BURN

WC ▸ 15.6k

SUMMARY ▸ you supposedly get transported to a different world, where you encounter niki. apparently, you already existed here. note: past tense. so now you’re stuck in an alternate universe and technically, you’re supposed to be dead. 

AKA after facing the truth, you come to the realization that someone was definitely trying to kill you.

AN/NOTES ▸ mentions of death!!!, a murder mystery/whodunit, profanity, mentions of suicide, depictions of murder, a few curse words, violence, blood, dead bodies, some gorey stuff, kissing, nothing too harsh, excuse any typos/misspellings...

wow... i can't believe it but it is finally out... it's been a long time coming lol. with losing several family members and hospital visits over the past year, i wasn't sure if this was ever going to get released. thank you all for your endless (fr) patience and support. happy reading ❤️

a faceless figure stretches out a hand towards you.

you squint but for some reason, you still can’t make them out. the longer you stare, the more you realize it was a person—a blurry vision of a faceless boy. considering the matching uniform to yours, he must’ve gone to your school …was he your classmate? 

you frown. you’ve never seen anyone like him in class before. you stretch out your arm, fingertips barely grazing his- 

the sound of the school bell ringing causes your eyelids to fly open.  you groan, yawning and getting up from your seat by the window by default. 

it wasn’t a nice nap—just one that left you feeling groggy, unsettled, and strangely incomplete. 

you pack up your stuff quietly and leave the classroom alone, not bothering to look for your friends. as you walk down the stairs, you hear your classmates chattering about the weather.you glance outside. 

it was a dreary, unwelcoming kind of rain—part of the reason why you fell asleep earlier in class—and you suddenly feel the urge to get home. as soon as possible. 

you weren’t sure why, but it wasn’t just raining. it started to pour, especially hard, on this spring day. you want to think that was what made your mood all miserable and forlorn. 

not to forget the fact that you didn’t have an umbrella, leaving you no other choice but to throw your hood on and tighten the strings of your hoodie over your school uniform. not exactly the most stylish look, yet it was comfortable enough for you. 

you couldn’t put a finger on the emotion, but you felt out of place, like for some weird reason… you didn’t belong here. like you belonged out of this circle, away from this life and world. 

that feeling always came up when it started to rain, and you always tried your best to suppress it. but it was particularly strong today. 

you shrugged it off though. those “phases” weren’t uncommon, right? 

though you made it halfway out the school grounds by yourself, hyein and hanni catch up to you as you walk. you give them a half-hearted smile, “hey.”

it doesn’t take much for them to notice your off behavior. hyein eyes you. 

“you okay, y/n?” 

you debate internally, reminding yourself that they’re your friends. you can trust them, rely on them. you’re allowed to do that. even more so, aren’t you supposed to do that? 

but the words that come out of your mouth suggest otherwise. you shrug, “it’s nothing. it’s just been a weird day, you know?”

they share a glance before turning back to you, sympathetic smiles on their faces. hanni pats you on the shoulder, “yeah, we get it. you should get some rest at home, y/n. we’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“be careful on the way back! the rain doesn’t look like it’s stopping soon.” she calls out before they continue, leaving you behind—still as soaked as ever. 

you wave before sighing, gripping the straps of your backpack tighter and making your way towards the train station. the sound of the rain almost makes you fall into a daze as you go about your way. all your school stuff and clothes were definitely getting soaked, which probably meant an oncoming cold, but you could’ve cared less. 

the only thing that mattered was going home and sleeping off this weird feeling, so it could become tomorrow and you didn’t have to be in this situation anymore. 

the train station is strangely busy, you figure the downpour was making everyone go home sooner. you bypass several people, almost getting your soaked and stained shoes stepped on several times. all while muttering quiet “excuse me’s” to practically everyone and anyone who cared to listen. 

after what seemed like ages, you manage to make it to your train.  although, the large crowd surrounding the entrance effectively prevents you from getting anywhere. 

you mutter a curse, trying to navigate through the waves of people. you just barely get on before the doors begin closing. letting out a huff in relief, you lean back against the door and slowing yourself a moment to close your eyes in peace. all the seats were obviously taken at that point, so you had no choice but to stand. that’s fine—you end up drifting off anyway. 

you don’t know how long it’s been since you fell asleep. or why you feel even more exhausted when you wake up. but the robotic voice announcing your arrival makes your eyes automatically flutter open. you feel your body getting pushed and shoved around as everyone tries to get out all at once. 

so you grit your teeth and tug down your hood further until you can finally get out. you don’t pay much attention to your surroundings, too focused on not getting knocked to the ground. when you finally stumble out of the crowd onto the station platform, you try to collect yourself while shaking your head. then you frown, 

wait a second-

something solid knocks into you from the side, a rough oof! escaping out of their--mouth?

you’re knocked onto the ground, bottom first. pain shoots into your palms that tried (and failed) to catch your fall—and obviously, your butt as well. 

you groan, eyes flashing in annoyance at your unknown assailant. looking up, you stop at the sight of the… boy in front of you. 

you really have no idea why, but a question immediately pops into your head—

have you met before?

you don’t voice it, but it lingers in the back of your mind. the boy—as far as you can tell, he looks around your age— simply stares at you. he’s in a strikingly similar uniform. 

a flicker of recognition passes in his eyes before you watch his expression grow flabbergasted. he continues to stare at you for a solid minute, while you only stare back in confusion, still on the floor.

“it’s rude to stare, you know.” you finally state with a furrowed brow as you quickly gathering your bearings. 

his only response is a blink.  

it's like the two of you are frozen in time, everyone else getting drowned out in the moment. 

you frown, narrowing your eyes at him. “hello? did you hear me?” you repeat yourself and this time he snaps out of it. 

“y-you’re not supposed to be here.” he gets out shakily, looking around while his hand runs through his dark locks in distress. you cross your arms, “what do you mean? this is my stop…” 

you falter when you remember what you saw earlier. when you got off the train, you took a quick glance at the signs and posts. yeah, this definitely wasn’t your stop. 

that wouldn’t have been a huge issue- if it wasn’t for the fact that you never missed your station, no matter the circumstances.  

“no!” he exclaims and you flinch at the outburst. the boy glances at you again, and this time you involuntarily shiver at the unreadable look in his eyes. 

“you’re…. you’re supposed to be dead.”

your mouth drops open. 

“what a great first thing to say to someone you just bowled over. not even a sorry..” you mutter off, suddenly finding the strength to get up and wipe your hands. 

the boy takes a step back away from you. curiously, you take one forward, towards him. he gestures a hand at you almost aggressively. 

“you’re dead. you died. i swear-“

you hold out your hands in half desperation and half exasperation, “i dunno if this is some dumb prank or something i missed, but i hate to break it to you. i’m not dead. i’m literally right here in front of you. i think i would know if i died or not. i’m-” 

again, that feeling of being out of place washes over you. this time it steals your breath away. 

the strange boy shakes his head. “there’s no way. i know exactly who you look like.”

his next words make your blood run cold. 

“you’re exactly like y/n y/l/n—who died a week ago.” he looks you up and down again, hands curling into fists. 

“who are you? and why do you look just-?”

“because that’s who i am? my name is y/n! now, if you would excuse me.”  

you hold up a hand, you didn’t have the time or patience to deal with weirdos on the street. it did struck a little odd that he knew your name, but then again he must’ve gone to your school and heard of you somewhere. the only thing that unsettled you was his reaction. 

it just seemed too real, like he couldn’t have been that good at acting. 

he grabs your arm to prevent you from leaving. all he does is shake his head again like he’s just trying to reassure himself. you’re about to protest, so utterly confused at what’s happening-how you missed your stop and why this strange boy is saying that you’re dead. none of it makes sense. 

his face looks pale and grim, and you’re sure yours look exactly the same. “you can’t be y/n. and yet, here you are right in front of me.” 

“i will scream like a little girl for help if you don’t let me go at this-“

“p-please. this isn’t a joke. you can’t be here. we need to get out of here—where everyone can’t see you.” 

before you can even splutter a response, he drags you off. 

you can call me niki, his words echo in your head. 

his name rolls off your tongue unfamiliarly. in his states of panic—to which niki kept slapping himself and you kept denying that you were a hallucination—

you ended up introducing yourselves and deciding to find a better place to discuss. more like, niki decided. you soon began to regret that decision. 

all you wanted to do was go home, but this persistent kid you’ve never seen before wouldn’t let you or your conscience go. maybe it was the weird feeling from earlier, but you have the urge to at least hear him out. but when you walked out of that train station behind him, everything was wrong. 

you don’t know how to describe it. it was right but… at the same time, it wasn’t. 

to begin with, you ended up at the wrong station but it led you to the right street to get home. the streets name were the same, but the stores weren’t. 

and the bus stop—the bus driver that had worked there for fifteen years, the one you had greeted for fifteen years, suddenly became an entirely different person. he never missed a day, no matter what occasion it was. 

things weren’t right and you had no idea what was going on. 

following niki, you get lost in your thoughts. you shake your head, clapping a hand over your forehead. maybe… you’re just in a weird dream. a really realistic one, because none of this made sense. it wasn’t raining anymore either, which would’ve been fine, excluding for one tiny detail: the streets were completely dry. judging by the strength of the rain earlier, it really shouldn’t—no, it couldn’t have dried up that fast. 

It wasn’t physically possible. 

you could easily navigate your way around this area because you lived here all your life. and yet, it felt like you didn’t live here. not when this random stranger (only on a first name basis) keeps insisting that you died. 

niki—or whoever—leads you to a very familiar library, the same one where you spent hours studying for your finals. you head in, feeling a bit better hearing the familiar entrance chime. you walk ahead of him to take your spot by the back corner. the fact that this place was essentially the same gave you some comfort.

niki seems surprised, but he doesn’t say anything, only taking the seat across from you. 

“okay.” you start, glancing at the boy with wary eyes. 

“if whatever bs you’re spewing is true, explain.”

he raises his eyebrows. 

“me? explain?” 

you nod and he scoffs, “i think you’re the one who should be explaining. after all, you’re the one that’s supposed to be dead-“

“i’m not dead.” you grit out, rolling your eyes. 

“okay, okay,” he raises his hands in surrender, “but you still need to talk.”

you sigh, rubbing your temples. 

“what do you want me to say? that i got soaked, took the train home, overslept, and then missed my stop? then, i bumped into a weird boy-”

he shoots you an offended look, which you ignore. 

“-who keeps telling me that i died. oh, and the more and more i stay here with you, the more wrong everything gets?” you barely get the last word out before niki leans in, eyes focused intently on you. 

the closer he gets, you more you begin to malfunction. you unconsciously hold your breath, alarm and confusion evident in your eyes. his hand reaches out, slowly, to your head. your body freezes.

his fingers catch a drop of water at the tip of your hair. “sorry. that was bothering me.” 

you exhale, glaring at him. “are you serious?”

“yeah. are you?” 

“no,” you deadpan, “i’m a ghost and i’m haunting you. of course i’m being serious!” 

he gives you an unconvinced look and you roll your eyes, “i’m y/n y/l/n. we live an hour away from the capital. my house is two blocks away in the neighborhood with the broken fountain, and right now we’re at the library that doesn’t open on thursdays.  

you harshly tug off your suddenly dry hoodie, displaying your school uniform. 

“and by the looks of it, we go to the same school.”

his eyes widen as he leans in closer to study your uniform. you shrug away, caught off guard. then you frown, “but i’ve never seen you before at school. how do i know that you’re not some imposter?  that you somehow stole a uniform to get something from me?”

he rolls his eyes while you gaze at him suspiciously.

“obviously not, because that’s dumb.” 

you scoff. 

“i live here. why would i go through all the trouble to steal a uniform to get something from you? besides, what would i need from some-“ 

he glances at you and you tense,  

“-kid like you? you’re the one who came out of the train looking so suspicious, it’s like you appeared out of nowhere,” he counters. 

you place your palms flat on the table, “okay, it’s obvious we aren’t getting anywhere. we both don’t have answers and we’re not even close to one. all i know is that i’m alive,” you shoot him another look, “and that i somehow ended up here. now, can i go?”

there’s a brief pause before niki speaks up, slowly. “i already told you, you can’t be seen. come with me. and keep the hood on.” 

you roll your eyes. who was he to boss you around? 

he grumbles something along the lines of- “don’t want to be seen walking around with a dead person.” 

the only reason you listened was partly due to fear that you would lose your way in this familiar, yet unfamiliar place.   except, you know exactly where he’s taking you. because it’s the same neighborhood you live in. 

“wait,” you call out, “this is where i live.” you point to your house, and niki grimaces. 

“i know. there were police here for days.” 

you stop, unsure of what to say or do. police? at your house? when? 

you stare at your supposed house, suddenly dark and empty. what in the world happened? 

“come on,” niki calls out and you move to catch up. you’re starting to think niki may be telling the truth. 

soon enough, you make it to an unfamiliar house about a street down from yours. as niki unlocks the door, you take the opportunity to study him, trying to recall if you’ve ever seen him before. but when he turns to you, you clear your throat and look away. 

“this is my house,” he tilts his head while opening the door. 

you like the fact that it’s messy. it felt much more homey because of that. it was also a lot bigger than yours, filled with fancy and intricate things. to which you assume this niki guy has more money than he has yet to admit. he tells you to wait in the living room, and he soon returns with a stack of books. 

you pause, “yearbooks?“

he nods, “yeah, our school’s.” 

strangely enough, most of the covers are different than yours at home. 

but everything else is the same, like the name and logo. he pulls out this year’s yearbook and flips through before stopping at a page. 

“that’s me,” he points to the picture of him and you tilt your head, frowning.

“huh. so we are in the same year. but i’ve never seen you in my yearbook—or at school before. i swear i would’ve seen you at least once before...” 

you rub your temples, this whole situation was making your head hurt. none of it made sense. you study his picture, why in the world did he actually look good in his yearbook photo? your eyes shift toward his name, 

nish—

he turns the page before you can finish reading, only to get distracted by seeing familiar classmates in your yearbook. niki stays silent as he flips through pages and you continue to point out your friends and classmates and stare in wonder at the unfamiliar ones- 

ones that you’ve never seen before in your life but somehow their faces are printed on the page, in the same grade and same school as you. 

just like niki. you were actually speechless. 

eventually, he stops flipping eventually and looks at you. you catch his eye and glance down at the page, immediately catching on. you breath hitches. 

“no way—” 

“—and there’s you.” 

it is you. you can confirm, it’s a photo of someone who looks exactly like you. but… it’s not you. 

almost everything is the same, your face and clothes. your hair was cut shorter, and your smile wider for the picture. you were even wearing makeup, for crying out loud. you can only stare at the photo. 

according to niki, this you is dead? 

you look up at him, stomach churning. what in the world was going on? 

the silence lasts until niki finally speaks up with a hesitant tone. “i might be tripping, but have you ever heard of… alternate realities?” 

you shake your head firmly, “don’t even get me started on that-“

he cuts you off, “i know, i know. but just hear me out.” 

you have no choice but to internally whisper a quiet plea of help. he scoots closer, 

“wouldn’t it make sense? there’s really no other explanation. maybe it’s because i watched that spider-man movie recently, but you being from another world would explain how you’re alive right now—when in this world, you’re dead. plus, all the similarities and differences that you mentioned can be chalked up to different timelines—the butterfly effect and stuff like that.”

you don’t know what to say. 

could it actually be?

what other explanation could there be? 

“please say something,” niki mumbles and you release a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. 

“okay. okay. fine. say the whole multiverse crap is true. then how did i even get here? how did i—” 

you do air quotations, 

“—switch dimensions to another world?” 

niki shrugs, “no idea.”

he scratches his head, “it’s weird to think about but i mean, maybe there’s a reason why you came here.”

his voice suddenly gets lower and you shiver, “you know, the timing’s a bit weird that you showed up right after the other you passed away.”

you clear your throat, “let’s not think about that right now. we should probably focus on the whole me being dead thing, right?” 

“what?” 

you glance at him questioningly, “what?”

niki raises an eyebrow. “what’s there to focus on? you died.”

you don’t have to rub it in my face, you mumble under your breath. 

“shouldn’t we be focusing on how to get you back to your world?”

you roll your eyes, “sure, but still, i kinda want to know how i died? i think i deserve to, you know, so maybe i don’t make the same dumb mistake back home.” 

“-if you ever get home,” he corrects and you huff.

“whatever, just tell me. we don’t even know if your dumb alternate reality theory is right.” 

“okay,” niki rubs his hands nervously and you wait in anticipation. 

“well, it actually happened last thursday.”

you swallow. why was your heart rate picking up? 

“at school. on, uh, the rooftop. no one witnessed it, and the cctv was broken so we don’t have any exact answers. but from what I’ve heard,” he gives you a cautious glance, 

“the police are about ready to call it a suicide.” 

at first, you think you misheard him. but the hesitant gaze and pause proves you otherwise. 

at first it doesn’t hit you. but then suddenly you feel sick to your stomach. your hand grips the table for support as you try to take it all in. 

you? 

a suicide at school? 

what about your family, your friends-

“no,” you whisper, shaking your head.  “i… i would never-“

you slam your hands on the table, “i know myself. i would never do that.”

his face is grim and sympathetic, which you can feel the dislike churn in your stomach at that. “i’m really sorry… that’s the current situation. it kinda blew up at school, but everything’s still so recent that nothing is confirmed yet.“ 

unspoken words linger in the back of his head, that he questions if he should say it or not.  

that niki really didn’t know you that well, that you were just another classmate of his. one that he passed in the halls without a second glance back. that the you in his world-

was just a stranger to him. 

yet seeing you, desperate and alive, right in front of his eyes. he doesn’t know what to do or say. so niki watches you bury your head in your hands. and he waits. 

it’s only a couple of minutes later that you look up. his face morphs into one of surprise when he sees your determined expression. 

“niki,” you state carefully and he nods, waiting patiently.

“are you sure that i-i did it?”

you can’t bring yourself to say the word but niki gets it. he sighs, 

“no. no one’s sure. but from what i’ve heard, the police haven’t found any other motives so… a suicide seemed most likely.” the more and more niki talked, the more unsure he got. 

your face hardens. 

“so there’s no proof? the police aren’t doing their freaking job and investigating?” 

his eyes widen—surprised at your sudden outburst—and you sigh, voice falling to a whisper.

“did i really commit suicide? and why do i care so much?” 

something warm falls over your hand and you jump, glancing up.

even for only a split second, his hand covers yours in a sympathetic attempt, “i’m sorry y/n. i wish i had answers but i really don’t know…”

despite the awkward look on niki’s face and overall awkward situation, his words strangely comfort you. 

you bite your bottom lip. “i-i have to get to my house.”

he stiffens, “what?” 

you stare at him, eyes sharp, “if no one else is going to do something, i at least have to.” 

you need to. for yourself. 

niki scoots closer, “y/n, you can’t just-“

“i know. but i need to know. something just-ugh,” you rub your face in frustration, “something doesn’t add up. i have to check. it’s like i can feel it deep within me.”

he sits there wordlessly. when you don’t get a response, you stand up. niki splutters, “w-where are you going?”

you cross your arms, “without or without you, i’m going to my house.” 

he slaps a hand to his face in frustration. “just how stubborn are you?” he mumbles. you hear it and yet you decide to ignore him. 

“thanks for the help i guess,” you give him a (weak) half-smile before turning towards the door 

“wait! you’re being serious?!” 

his desperate voice calls out and you internally debate if you should listen to him or not. slowly, you turn back around, “yeah. do you need something?”

“no, but you do— a plan. especially since the police closed off your house for investigation. plus, most of the evidence would have been taken already.” he clasps his hands together behind his back.

you shrug. “okay, and? i’ll still find a way. i have nothing to lose. i’m not even supposed to be alive.”

he groans loudly and you raise an eyebrow.

“idiot. i’m trying to say that i’ll help you. i-i want to help you.”

“i didn’t ask,” you raise your hands in mock surrender.  annoyed, niki puts his hands on his hips.

“sure, but i know plenty of things you don’t. this is my world. so, are you gonna accept or not?”

“you wish you did,” you retort, yet you can’t help the small smile that grows on your face, “but… i would appreciate it. just be grateful that i’m accepting your dumb theory from a spider-man movie as of right now.” 

niki gulps at the sight. it was the first time he saw you smile since you met. at least, the first smile he saw from the you of an alternate universe. 

“whatever you say,” he holds out a hand, 

“miss imposter.” 

you take it gladly, harshly.  “don’t call me that-“

“my name is y/n y/l/n.” 

you spin around in niki’s chair, having went up to his room to figure out your so called master plan. niki (respectfully) offered to let you stay in his room for the length of your “visit.” 

to which you almost punched him. 

but he explained that there were no extra guest rooms and you were still technically dead, so hiding in his room was the best bet as to not raise any questions. you could take the makeshift bed in the corner of his room as to not raise suspicion. you were surprised yet grateful. 

“i’ll grab extra blankets and pillows. and i’ll sneak you food and whatever you need.” 

“what about clothes and toiletries?”

he yawns, “easy. i’ll steal some from my sisters.” 

you feel bad, but you realize you have no other choice. you were literally stuck here. 

a part of you still wondered if this was a dream. a horrible one, at the least. but while you were stuck here, might as well make the best of it. niki graciously offered and you had no choice but to accept. you almost scoff at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“so basically, i’m like a secret pet you’re hiding from your parents?” 

“technically… yes,” niki rubs his hands together, and you can only watch the mischievous expression grow on his face.

“but i like to think that you’re like eleven. you’re different—you’re special, like her.”

you hold back a laugh at the words. 

clearing your throat, you try to play it off. “from stranger things? your world has that show too?” he lets out a scandalous gasp and this time you giggle. 

“of course, dude. what kind of world would i be living in if i didn’t have stranger things?” 

“apparently a horrible one,” you snort. 

after the whole living situation was sorted out, you returned to your investigation. 

“so you’re saying the police taped off my house for further examination?”

“uh, yeah? that’s how it works?” he raises a brow. 

you stuck your tongue out at him, “okay,  smartass. then how do we get in?” 

“clearly, there’s only one way: sneak in.” 

“i don’t think this is a good idea?” niki whisper shouts at you and you shush him. 

the sun was barely setting. if anyone knew you, they knew you really couldn’t be deemed as patient of any sort. 

niki watches you struggle up the tree in your backyard. 

obviously, going through the front door was a no go. luckily this house looked pretty much the same as your house, at least from the outside. you knew your parents weren’t home judging by the darkness.  you wondered if they were staying with other family. 

or were they at work? so soon after your death? 

you grimace, now was not the time to be getting in your feelings.

the best (only) option was jumping the backyard fence and going in through your bedroom window. leading to your predicament now.  

you exhale heavily when you find a place to rest, gripping the tree with all your might in hopes that you don’t fall 

you glance down at niki. 

“can you make it?”

he scoffs,  

“easy.” 

it was easy— easy for you to watch niki struggle to get up to your point. 

you were sort of scared the tree wasn’t going to support both your weights, at the way it was trembling slightly. niki makes it though, by the time the sun is well down. 

you can see him sweating heavily and your nose scrunches in amusement,“easy, huh?”

“yeah, for you just standing there and watching me. we don’t have all day, grandma.”

“don’t call me that,” you mutter while stretching out towards your window.

niki’s eyes widen. 

“be careful, y/n.” 

“i got it,” you stretch out a leg to the ledge and your sweaty hands begin to slide from the bark, most likely from exertion. 

without even thinking about it, niki places his hands around your waist to stabilize you. you don’t notice in your concentration to not fall to your death. you certainly didn’t want another dead you. 

your foot clicks the lock, and with a grunt you’re able to push the window open. 

“you got it?” 

“yeah,” you breathe out, clumsily making your way in. you reach out a hand for niki and he takes it, maneuvering his long body in through the small window. 

finally, you can breathe. 

it’s the first time you have the luxury to desperately wish that you were home right now. your real home. you certainly didn’t mean this home, the empty and cold looking one locked up for the police’s investigation. 

after catching your breath, you get up to examine your surroundings. you weren’t not sure what you were expecting. this was the other you’s room. 

all you can think is, at least this y/n was much cleaner than you. 

a part of you feels like you’re invading someone’s privacy. but then you realize that it’s literally your own privacy that you’re invading, with the addition of niki. you actually can’t believe the absurdity of the situation. 

at first glance the room looks pretty normal, an average teenagers room.  not what you expected for yourself, but there’s not much you can see. you turn to niki,

“there’s no shot we’ll get caught right?”

he gives you another sympathetic look, “we’ll keep a look out for the police, but i heard your parents were busy with your other family and funeral preparations, so it wouldn’t be them catching us.”

“oh.”

the air feels so glum, you clear your throat to move on. “guess we should look around?”

he nods and begins to snoop around.  

“wait,” you call out hesitantly. 

niki cocks his head and you cough awkwardly.

“it’s still my room, so like, be careful with what you look through.” 

he rolls his eyes. “yeah. i got it.” 

you gaze at the photos on your shelf, displaying your happy family and friends. it just made you acknowledge how precious they were. it made you miss your friends and family at home even more.  

you’re appalled at the books you read. you shake your head, seriously? you take out one of the books-

“ten days to love,” you voice aloud with disgust written across your face. 

you weren’t one to judge, but what kind of cheesy romance novels were you reading?  

niki opens your closet and you turn at the sound. your eyes widen- 

wait a second, 

your closet with clothes? possibly including…. more personal things? 

you dash over in desperation, praying that niki hasn’t already seen something that he shouldn’t. 

“don’t!” 

his wide eyes meet your panicked ones, shocked at the sudden change of events. he doesn’t move until you push past him, blocking the door from his view. 

“you didn’t see anything, right?” you stare at niki desperately and he furrows his eyebrows. 

“no? am i not supposed-“

“no reason. just being cautious. we can, uh, open it together.”

you carefully examine your belongings inside before deeming it safe for niki’s eyes. you let out a sigh of relief.

he gives you a weird look and you shoot him an exaggerated smile. 

“you can proceed!” 

he mutters something under his breath as you continue your search on the other side of the room. it didn’t seem like there was anything of importance on the shelves. but, after careful examination, you see a glimpse of something. pushing past some folders, your face morphs into a stunned one. 

you pull out… 

a pink teddy bear with hearts? why would this be in your room? 

and even more so, why was it hidden? 

niki calls out your name and you turn around. your mouth drops open. 

“a box of chocolates?“ 

he scoffs, “yeah. stuffed behind some clothes in your closet for some reason.”

“it’s not even the good brand,” you mutter. 

niki laughs, “maybe you had secret admirers from school?” suddenly, you give him a suspicious glance. 

“what makes you say that? you sure you weren’t one of them?” 

he side eyes you, “trust me, you wouldn’t catch me within five feet of you at school.”

you walk over to shove his arm and he only laughs harder. you huff, suppressing a smile on your face as you turn away. but you keep niki’s comment in the back of your mind. 

after a solid thirty minutes, you can feel your resolve waning. there was no sign indicating that you felt suicidal. at least, none that you found after the police probably scrounged through everything. some stuff was suspicious— 

like the teddy bear and chocolates. and some lavish perfume and makeup in the drawers. that just wasn’t your style. but you supposed this world’s you was just different. 

just because you weren’t particularly into those things didn’t mean another you couldn’t be. 

“did i have a diary? what about my phone?”

niki frowns, “the police would’ve taken it. it’s their evidence now.” 

you suddenly get an idea, and it’s probably wasn’t a good one. 

“hey, niki?” you call out. he hums in response.  

“what day and time is it, currently?” 

“uh…” he checks his watch, “sunday. 8pm. why?”

“when does the police station close?”

dummy, most people would say--why would the police station be closed?

luck seemed to be on your side, because you knew especially well from complaints by locals, that your local police station did actually have a curfew. and you could only hope it was the same here.  

niki scratches his head, “in ten minutes? why are-“

his mouth drops open, “no. no. no.” you shrug and he shakes his head adamantly, “y/n, there’s no way that we’re going to sneak in.”

you dust off your hands, “i’m all ears for any other ideas you have.”

you have him at that and he falls silent. after a couple moments, he speaks up albeit hesitantly. “well… i might have a way.“

you grin. “onwards, then.”

“wait, so how did you manage to get access again?”

he coughs, “my friend jungwon is the son of the police deputy chief… so i may have called in for a favor.”

“he managed to sneak in with his dad’s keys and get the files to my case?” you finish.

he nods. 

“illegally?”

he nods again.

you tap your chin, “would we get arrested if we got caught?” 

he shrugs, “probably.”

“good thing i’m not from this world.”

perhaps secretly hanging outside this jungwon’s house was not the best idea, either. he rolls his eyes before offering the file to you.

“do you want to open it?” to your surprise, his voice comes out quite comforting and soft. 

you gulp, “i guess i should.”

you feel sick for the second time that day. luckily, the photo didn’t show too much. not that it made it any better. it was still you, dead. 

you had to look at yourself and imagine yourself in that situation. you cover your mouth and niki immediately takes the file away from you. he watches worriedly as you shake your head.

“i’m fine. i-is there anything else your friend managed to get?”

“are you sure?”

“yes.” he doesn’t protest anymore at the tone of finality in your voice. 

niki pulls out a bag with your name on it. taking a deep breath in, you open it. you shuffle through some things hurriedly until niki speaks up.

“hold on a sec,” he softly places a hand on your arm to stop your actions.

“we should be careful. someone could notice that we tampered with the evidence so we need to be very careful when putting things back. plus, we have to give it back to him as soon as possible—we don’t want them noticing that your stuff is missing.”

you curse, “that’s right. we can’t risk taking anything.” 

“then what?” 

you pinch your nose bridge, “we snap pictures and hope it’s good enough. unless we want to take another field trip here.” 

you manage to snap a few pictures and go through a few things. you catch a glimpse of your diary and flip to the most recent page. it was about a week and a half ago, and-

it wasn’t finished. you skim through it, reading boring stuff about how your day was and how you met-

you squint.

the rest of the words were scratched out, harshly, with a black marker. seeing how it was getting late and dark, you can’t make out who’s name it was even with your phone flashlight. you wonder, could it be-

your thoughts are interrupted by niki. 

“y/n, i think we need to hurry and head home soon. the longer we stay out, the greater risk we’re at for getting caught. oh, and i found your phone.”

he holds it up and the extremely glittery case makes your eyes hurt. you eye it. heaving a deep breath, you prepare yourself to open your phone. 

but when you click the power button and nothing happens, you groan. you try again, and again, holding it down for seconds but the screen remains black.

“the phone’s dead.” you sigh again and niki bites his lip.

“maybe we should give up. we can ask jungwon another time,” he suggests

you nod wearily and he closes the box. as he gathers everything, opening his phone to text his friend to come back out, you glance at the time. it was quite late for a school day. 

“that’s right, you have school tomorrow?”

he groans, “yeah. i guess you’ll just have to stay home in my room. no one will go in while i’m at school, so you don’t have to worry.”

you nod, “okay.”

it felt weird knowing you were supposed to be at home, in bed and preparing to go to school yourself the next day. instead, you were stuck in another world—in a stranger’s room, forced to hide since you were supposed to be dead. 

were you considered missed at home? did anyone notice? call the cops? 

more like, if anyone cared? 

while you get ready for bed in niki’s bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror. 

yes, you affirm, you’re alive. 

you’re staring back at yourself, dressed in one of niki’s oversized shirts and basketball shorts. 

but the image of your dead face flashes in your mind and you immediately squeeze your eyes shut. you breathe heavily, hands planted on the sides of the sink. 

everything’s fine. you will get back home. things will figure themselves out. you’re okay. you’re breathing and-

a knock on the door makes you jump.

“y/n? everything okay?” niki’s voice sounds out hesitantly, “it seemed like you were taking a while so-“

the door swings open.

you stand there, face emotionless. he doesn’t say anything, and neither do you. niki tries to keep the image of you wearing his clothes out of his head, but it won’t seem to go away.

“goodnight, niki.” 

you slowly walk over to the temporary bed he’s set up on the floor for you. he blinks, 

“night, y/n.” 

it’s surprisingly comfortable, or maybe you’re just so exhausted you don’t seem to care or question anything anymore. 

you hear light footsteps padding to turn off the lights. 

in the darkness, your eyes close. but your mind is awake.

you know his is too, judging by the sounds of quite shuffling every couple minutes or so.

“niki?” you say quietly.

another shuffle. 

“yeah?”

“this may sound weird, but have you noticed anyone that looked particularly sad?”

there’s a pause. 

“about you?”

“yeah, but not like the typical sadness. like, anyone who seems to have changed drastically after hearing about me? let’s say,” you swallow, “any guys or friends of yours who seemed particularly upset or affected?”

niki rolls to the other side of his bed so that he faces you, but in the darkness he can only see the outline of your figure. “y/n, what are you trying to say?”

you tug the covers over yourself a little tighter. 

“nevermind, niki. have a good day at school tomorrow, and don’t worry about waking me up. you won’t be able to.”

“wasn’t planning on it,” he snorts. 

you fall asleep with a faint smile still lingering on your face. 

the next day at school, niki struggles. he struggles when it’s supposed to be another normal day, and all he can think about is you. 

especially about what you said.

niki never paid much attention before to his surroundings, there was no reason to. but now he keeps an eye open.

he eyed anyone who passed by your locker, empty desk in class, anyone who mentioned your name. but the fact that you mentioned guys specifically, made him confused. 

why did it matter if a guy was upset? a lot of people were shocked and sad at the news. niki shook his head. he didn’t get it. 

meanwhile, you stayed at his home.

thinking. 

thinking about yesterday. somehow everything that happened was all just yesterday. you took the train and ended up here. then you found out you were apparently dead. 

you spent what felt like hours scrolling through the photos you took and waiting for niki to come home. all while eating snacks that niki left for you graciously. 

you don’t even know what time it is when you hear the door begin to open. you scramble to your feet before realizing that there was a chance it wasn’t niki. 

you go back to your hiding spot, shrinking underneath the covers. next thing you know, the bedroom door flings open. you tense.

however, a call of your name allows you to let out a sigh of relief. you hop up, “niki!”

he grins, looking rather cute in his ruffled school uniform, backpack slung off one shoulder. you stop yourself, horrified at your thought. at your face falling, he cocks his head. “what’s wrong?”

you laugh awkwardly, “nothing! nothing at all!” 

he gives you an unconvinced look but doesn’t press further. 

“you must’ve been bored without me.” 

that was the niki you’ve come to know (in the span of a day or so).  sarcasm drips from your lips as you laugh dryly, “sure.” 

but you knew he was right and he knew it too. 

“i spent the day looking through the pictures, but i couldn’t find much else,” you frown. 

“same here. today was pretty normal, no one seemed any different than usual…” 

“i mean, the mood has been somber ever since you,” he pauses, “left. but nothing out of the ordinary.” 

you seemingly deflate, but niki perks up. “i talked to jungwon and he said he’s going to try and get your phone next time. we can only hope that someone charges it or that we can charge it ourselves.” 

you nod, “that’s good.” 

“but, don’t you have work to do? what about your family?”

you realized you didn’t see or even hear of them yesterday. 

“oh, they usually stay late at the dance academy—me included. but my grades haven’t been good recently, so they’ve been forcing me to go to home and study…”

you tsk as niki gives you a sheepish look. 

“you know, while we’re waiting, i’m not too bad at studying myself. what do you need help with?” 

niki rolls his eyes, “thanks, but no thanks. i don’t need another person on my back about my grades.” 

instead, he falls back onto his bed with an oof. 

“don’t worry, i’ll manage. let’s just talk about our next step. 

“step? as in, my case?

“yeah,“ his eyes glint, “i have an idea.”

you were starting to believe he was getting more invested in this than you were. 

“okay—shoot.”

what was the worse thing he could suggest?

“we should sneak you into school-“

your eyes practically bulge as you gape at him. “excuse me? weren’t you the one saying i was going too far with sneaking into my own house and you want me to do what?” 

niki gets up, placing his arms on your shoulders to calm you. strangely enough, it did. 

“hear me out first—we sneak into school at night, bust open your locker, and see what you have. that’s better than waiting for jungwon.”

“don’t you think the police would have already looked through my locker? 

“well, he looks around nervously, “as far as i’ve heard, the police were already mostly convinced the case was closed and didn’t care to check. but, what can i say? rumors are just rumors.” 

you purse your lips. what did you have to lose? being in a different world made you much more reckless than you would have ever thought. but that didn’t mean you were going to be stupid about it.

“fine.” 

niki winces at your tone, but you speak up,

“how in this stupid multiverse crap am i going to break into my own locker? and with cameras all around school?

he smirks and you raise an eyebrow.

“i didn’t miss a whole chem lecture for nothing—“ 

confused, you give him a look as if to say, what in the world are you talking about? 

“who said we had to know the combination?” he takes out a pair of keys form his pocket. 

you gasp in awe, clasping a hand over your mouth.

you gaze at him with wide eyes for a second, causing him to look at you questioningly. 

“you’re actually being smart...” 

his confused expression immediately changes to one of irritation. 

you stand up straight again, “how did you even get those keys? and what about the cameras?” 

he winks and you glance at him, trying to remain expressionless. if there was anything you noticed, it was that niki was actually quite attractive. it made you wonder if he was popular at school…

“it’s a secret. don’t worry about it.” 

“you sure have a lot of secrets, niki. like, is niki even your real name?” you squint accusingly. 

niki chokes on his spit, “how in the world did you know?” 

you falter. “huh? it isn’t?” 

he clears his throat, “anyway, i have to get up early for school tomorrow.” 

you eye him but decide to let it go. niki shrugs, “usually i’m up playing games, but you look like you need the sleep with those eye bags. you aren’t surprised.

“tomorrow night,” he says shortly after. “i’ve got a plan—you just have to trust me.”

turns out said plan was dumb, but you really had no other choice. 

niki made some lame excuse to his teachers about staying late to study- and his teachers, being utterly shocked that he offered to study, immediately agreed to let him linger. 

meanwhile, niki would sneak you in, wearing one of his old uniforms that was too small for him so that just in case, no one would question anything. along with one of his totally inconspicuous baseball caps to hide your face and hair. 

you sigh, you couldn't believe you were sneaking into school through the boys bathroom. you groan while maneuvering through the window. niki shushes you, causing you to stick your tongue out at him. he raises his hands playfully and you resist the urge to smack him. 

on your way to jump down from the window, your left foot gets caught on the ledge. you stumble forward, expecting to be met with the revolting bathroom floor face first. instead, perhaps now was the time to thank the universe (in this case, his universe?) for niki’s quick reflexes.

he inhales, catching you by catching and pulling you towards him instead of the ground, essentially into his arms. 

instead of faceplanting into the ground rather foolishly, you fall into his strangely soft and warm chest. you let out a barely discernible squeak, unable to respond due to the pounding of your heart. 

after a couple of seconds—that felt like forever— niki lets you go with a shake of his head. 

“my god y/n, i had no clue you were this clumsy. please don’t ever do that again.” 

please don’t ever make me sneak into a nasty teenage bathroom again, you wish you could retort. 

you shake your head quickly, lips pressed thinly together. don’t get distracted, you remind yourself.  “yeah-thanks. let’s uh, just hurry.“

you don’t have time to wonder what would the consequences be if you got caught by cameras or anyone else while niki leads you down the familiar hallways. 

“how do you know which one’s my locker? i thought you said we didn’t really know each other?“ you eye him suspiciously.

he scoffs, “don’t get too excited. mine’s just a couple lockers down so i was bound to see you at your locker by some point.” 

he hands you the keys and you gratefully accept—your hands slightly trembling. you didn’t know what to expect. 

niki watches from behind, and you can feel his warm breath on you occasionally, causing you to shiver.

with a slight click and creak of the rusty locker door, the locker opens. you hold your breath at first glance. it’s…. normal? 

normal as in any average high schoolers locker one would expect. what catches your eye first are a couple of photos of you and your friends. 

on deeper inspection of yourself (it was still weird to imagine and even weirder to see) you see a twinkling, intricate chain around your neck. maybe you were tripping (again, but mentally this time) or that necklace you had on seems really expensive? 

“there’s no way,” you suddenly gasp and turn to niki with wide eyes. 

“what?” niki starts to panic, “what is it?” 

“am i actually loaded in this world?” 

niki pinches the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head. “jesus, you scared me. i mean, you didn’t seem like it.. who knows where you got that super expensive, luxury brand necklace? it looks familiar…“ 

you try your hardest not to roll your eyes. of course, niki would know. 

“how much are you talking?” 

he taps his foot on the floor, “well, my mom and sister likes that brand. that specific necklace is specially made since it’s a seasonal limited edition, so it’s somewhere in the thousands-“

you truly forgot how rich niki’s family was, you think with a half joking tch and a shake of your head. niki glances at you, impressed. 

“-whoever gave that to you must’ve really cared.” 

you frown, “sure… or maybe i just really worked hard to get it for myself?” 

he’s shoots you an amused look, “you wanted to get yourself the valentine day’s collection necklace? 

“what?” 

you feel your heart rate begin to pick up, “are you implying what i think you are? 

“yes?” he responds with a raised eyebrow, “someone must’ve been really in love with you to gift you that. maybe your parents or friends?” 

then niki pokes your side playfully, “-or a secret admirer?” 

you don’t answer his question, regardless of if he was being serious or not. you peer into the locker again, “but where is it? it’s so valuable i’m certain we would’ve seen it in the police’s evidence…” 

suddenly, niki grabs your wrist. that’s when you hear the footsteps. you turn to him with wide eyes as he mouths for you to hide.  panicking, you look around in desperation before he pushes you—

straight into the locker. 

your own locker. 

you know you should be freaking out over getting caught, but you could only wonder—could this be considered a crime? 

in the dark, stuffy locker, you see a glimpse of niki’s silhouette run past through the tiny openings of the door. just barely a second later, you hear more footsteps. squinting, you able to discern a familiar, yet weirdly unfamiliar guy. your eyebrows raise. 

no way. park sunghoon was in this world too? 

you hold your breath when you hear him call out, “is someone there?” 

really, curse niki for shoving you in your own locker. yet it was also a smart move as no one could see into your locker, but you were able to see out. 

“sorry. that was me, pres.” 

it was niki’s voice. 

you can barely see his relaxed demeanor appearing to face sunghoon. 

“i was staying back to study and catch up on work—you know already,” he adds hastily. 

sunghoon nods coolly, “i was just checking. making sure everything’s good before leaving.” 

niki was a little too good at acting, you questioned how often he had done this to those around him. he fake salutes, “i promise to clean up after i’m done. no need to worry, class president.” 

“alright, see you later.” 

you have a sigh of relief as sunghoon turns to leave. 

but you swear, for a split second, his expression changes as his eyes fall on your locker. 

your heart rate picks up. did he notice you? 

however, sunghoon leaves without a second look back. 

you frown—what was that? 

after waiting a minute to be safe, niki quickly lets you out. only to be greeted by your displeased face and crossed arms. 

“that was the only thing i could think of in the moment!” he immediately defends himself. 

“seriously? i could’ve-like-“ you trail off and niki smirks.

“see? nothing bad would’ve happened.”

“doesn’t change the fact you stuffed me in my locker. it’s not even mine, for crying out loud.” 

“whatever. just be glad you didn’t get caught by park sunghoon, our school’s super rich, smart, and handsome-“

“i know him from my world. he’s irrelevant, let’s continue on.” you wave him off. 

you can’t help but compare him to niki. niki was way more genuine and… boyish in a way? he felt real. you preferred that. not to mention he had a much more tolerable presence, you supposed. 

everything else in the locker was useless. random crappy notes, perfumes and hand lotions, along with the pictures you already inspected were the only things that decorated your locker. no sign of that ridiculously expensive necklace. 

you rub a hand over your face in exasperation. “that’s it…”

one thought still lingered in the back of your mind. where was the necklace? 

“hey, y/n, i think we should get going soon. the lights are going to turn off soon-they’re automatic and we didn’t bring any flashlights.” 

you sigh. next time. 

it feels like you’ve hit a dead end. by the end of the week, niki has caught up on his studies. you were surprised to find that he was quite dedicated to school, even if it didn’t seem like it. 

the days that niki came home with a pile of schoolwork and other duties, you went out to think—with one of niki’s hoodies and a mask on. but the times you spent with niki since you couldn’t go out much, mainly at night, were nice. 

tutoring him at subjects he was struggling in, learning new dances together (and learning how talented he really was), simply being around him was enough to distract you from your impending crisis. 

niki always came to keep you company and bring you food. you really were his eleven. 

niki was gaming while you sat off to the side, watching him play. you admired his side profile, the shine from the bright computer screen enhancing his features, the furrow of his eyebrow as he focused. 

he yells as his character dies and you can’t hold back your laughter, “you kinda suck-“

all of a sudden, you hear a knock on the door. 

“bro, you good? i swear i heard another voice-“

the door handle begins to turn.

you and niki share a look of panic. 

your first instinct is to dive and roll, underneath niki’s bed. you ignore the fact that it’s as dusty as you’d expect for a teenage boy’s room and hold your breath. 

“mom said dinner is ready. also, what’s with all the noise? it sounded like someone else was in the room with you.” a girls voice—niki’s older sister, you presume. 

“nope. just me.” 

you cringe at the fact that niki’s voice is octaves higher. it wouldn’t be that much of a problem if his voice wasn’t as deep as it normally was. 

“it was just probably the video i was playing.” 

“…sure,” you hear his sister’s footsteps as she leaves and shuts the door behind her. 

you let out an exhale of relief. 

“y/n?” you hear soon after. 

“under here.” 

you turn to see niki’s head peeking down underneath the bed. 

you meet his curious eyes. cute. 

“jeez.” he holds a hand out and you gladly accept it, letting him pull you up with ease. huffing, you dust yourself off. 

“jeez, indeed. who knows what horrors you’ve been hiding under there.”

“hey,” niki defends himself, “i’ll have you know i am a very clean person and don’t-“

“oh really? then what’s this?” you hold up the sacred item, jerking your hand back as he reaches out to snatch it. 

“hey! haven’t you ever heard of privacy?” 

he lunges again as you laugh, just keeping it out of his grasp. however, you feel the bed frame hit your legs, and you gasp. 

you fall back, niki over you on his bed. he must’ve underestimated his arm-span and overestimated yours. 

niki lands over you with a soft grunt, eyes wide. you peer up at him wordlessly. his arms catch him, but it’s still so close you can feel his hair tickle your forehead. 

is this what the movies mean when your heart… skips a beat? 

niki snaps out of his trance, “s-sorry,” he hastily gets up. you cough, trying to dispel the stuffy atmosphere. 

“so, uh, i had an idea.”

“yeah? what’s up?”

“i was thinking we look at the evidence again. i just want to double check something.”

“come on,” you take niki’s hand. it was habitual by this point. 

“you got the charger, right?”

niki nods, taking it out of his pocket. 

it was risky asking niki’s friend to retrieve the evidence for you again, but you needed to confirm your suspicions. or, hit a dead end. 

when niki returns, carefully holding a plastic bag (and dinner, your grumbling stomach reminds you), your eyes zero in on one thing. 

“thanks. i know it must be hard for your friend to sneak behind his dad’s back like that.” 

“it’s fine,” niki shrugs, “i promised to buy him lunch for the next week.” 

you snort as you take out “your” phone and plug it into the charger. 

“okay. now we wait.” 

niki looks at you expectantly, and you only stare at him back. subconsciously, a hand raises to your face. “is there something wrong?”

he shakes his head while looking away sheepishly, “nothing, nothing.”

you open your mouth to question him further, but the phone screen flashes. you scramble to open it. thankfully you were able to use your own face id. 

as soon as you scroll through your messages, your stomach sinks. you raise a hand to cover your mouth. 

“what?” niki jumps up, “what did you find?”

you open the photos app, which only confirms everything. you drop the phone, and that’s when niki sees it. 

“oh my god.” 

“don’t even-“

“i was secretly dating park sunghoon?!”

you cup a hand over your mouth. “i think i’m gonna be sick.” 

niki scoffs, taken aback. “b-but how? you- and him-?”

you rub a hand over your face. “don’t ask me. but the valentines gifts and necklace were so suspicious, i started wondering… i just didn’t expect it to be him.” 

niki notices the sour expression on your face. 

“oh. you don’t like him?”

you shake your head vehemently, “bro, not even if he and i were the last two people on earth.”

you think about your world’s sunghoon and almost shudder. he was selfish, arrogant, could but would never keep a girl for more than two weeks. yet the whole class still loved him and you never understood it, never understood the appeal of him. 

besides getting bro-zoned, niki relished your words. 

“good to know.” 

“i wish i didn’t,” you sigh.

but that was besides the point. you still didn’t know how it all added up. did sunghoon—unfortunately, your boyfriend in this world—have anything to do with your death? did he really get you that expensive necklace? 

and as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t rule it out. thinking as rationally and fairly as possible, suicide was likely-as much as you didn’t believe it. you couldn’t rule it out simply based on a feeling. plus, his expression when he passed by your locker lingered in your mind. 

“so, now what?” niki watches you carefully. 

“you’ve heard of the saying, keep your friends close but your enemies closer, right?”

“yeah,” he cocks an eyebrow, “why?”

“well, i’ve got a task for you.” 

niki has never spoken a word to your friend group in his entire life. the most he’s ever done was send a cold look their way and pretend not to know them out in public. 

he had nothing against them—nothing against your choice of friends—but he preferred not to associate with your group. he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he just didn’t vibe with them. 

and yet here he was, talking to your “friends” because you asked him to. he sighed, the things he did for you. 

danielle looks him up and down with her arms crossed. “why are you asking about y/n? since when did you care about them?”

“please,” he sighs in exasperation, “i just need to know if anyone disliked y/n or was acting suspicious around them.”

haerin steps up, an annoyed frown on her face. “there’s no one. can’t you tell this is a touchy subject for us? now, leave us alone.” 

she grabs danielle and walks off, angrily whispering into a distressed looking danielle’s ears. 

niki wants to punch someone. besides the fact that surrounding people were catching onto his conversation and whispering about the interaction, he essentially got nothing out of it. 

you were also at a dead end. after scrolling through hundreds of disgusting texts and photos of you and sunghoon, there was nothing remotely suspicious. plus, you had to give your phone back to jungwon soon before anyone noticed it was missing. 

everything seemed normal. everything was normal. normal until this world’s you suddenly died. 

the only lead you had was the missing necklace. and yet where were you supposed to find it? it could be anywhere—in the police’s hands, with sunghoon, most likely gone. 

you couldn’t even go out on your own, you felt like a hopeless rapunzel trapped in her tower, desperately wishing for answers and freedom. it was starting to get to you. the stress, homesickness, and most of all, loneliness. 

you throw your phone to the side and bury your face in your hands, trying your best to focus on your breathing. you almost don’t realize how long it’s been until you hear a faint call of your name. 

“y/n? y/n, what’s wrong?” niki drops his backpack and rushes to your side. 

his eyes carefully examine your body, checking for who knows what. you slowly lower your hands, revealing your bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. 

what scared niki the most was the lost look in your eyes, a deep and dark pool void of any emotion. 

“niki… i don’t think i can do this anymore,” your words float out carefully, like a whisper of the wind. 

“i’m trying my hardest, but it’s so frustrating. i miss my home, i miss my life. i miss myself.” as soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel yourself break down. and right as you do so, niki reaches forward to wrap you in an embrace. 

“i want to go home,” you whisper in an small voice. 

his heart almost breaks at the sight. you sounded like a little kid—you looked like you were a little kid again, as small and curled up you were when he found you. in his eyes, he saw a lost child looking for their parents, their guidance and their own light in the world. 

he resolves to never be the cause of your pain again. 

niki holds you for the entire night as you cry and drift off to sleep. 

you wake up with a headache and a dry throat. you feel hungover, although you’ve basically never drank alcohol before. 

somehow, you’re not sure exactly when, you ended up in niki’s bed. as soon as you’re able to sit up, your eyes fall on the clock on the bedside table. 

11 am. niki must be at school still, you note. 

you wonder what he’s up to, if he was being a good student while you were stuck all alone at his home, skipping your own school. you wonder what life is like back at home. did time even pass? 

niki heads home as soon as the bell rings. he wanted to see you, to comfort you and reassure you. he wanted you to be okay. 

when he knocks on his own bedroom door and there’s no response, he frowns. all there’s left is a pink sticky note on his desk. 

went out for fresh air. don’t worry and don’t look for me. 

niki immediately drops his stuff and runs out. he goes to the train station, the bookstore. he even goes back to school, for crying out loud. 

he’s breathless and exhausted by the time he’s arrived back home. niki knows his family won’t be back. it was competition season, which meant the busiest time of the year for the other dancers. you were the sole reason he attended school at this time of the year, studying hard instead of skipping and dancing 18 hours each day. 

he’s scared. 

niki hasn’t felt this feeling in a long time—he can only recall the time where he was six and went to disney world. his older sister was pressuring him into riding one of the larger roller coasters, and he felt that sickening nausea fill him as he looked up at the towering structure. 

he almost gives up. he basically has, until he notices something strange. his balcony door is unlocked, and he always kept it locked for safety purposes.

tense, niki reaches out and slowly turns the handle. what greets him is certainly not what he expected. 

you sit on the balcony railing, hanging over the edge quite precariously with your feet swinging. one slight mistake and you would fall. 

you stare down at the passing cars, cloudy and dreary skies showing you it was soon to rain.

niki stares at you, and you turn around at the sound of the door to stare back, not a single word exchanged. 

then you finally break the eye contact, glancing down at your stilled feet. “i wasn’t going to do it.” 

he silently moves closer, hopping next to you on the railing as well. “okay.” 

you don’t see the tender way his eyes travel over you. your voice is quiet as you speak up, “you don’t have to say anything.”

“okay,” niki repeats. 

it’s not said in a sarcastic way. it’s not sad, either. it’s just..... soft. soft and understanding enough to make a blanket of comfort fall around you, to make it known that niki’s presence is here by your side.

suddenly, the rains starts and niki asks if you want to go down. you slowly nod and he helps you safely off the railing before opening the door for you guys go out in the rain. 

the rain doesn’t stop. 

and niki doesn’t stop either. he grabs your hand, dragging you along with him haphazardly. 

“where are we going?” you ask breathlessly. 

“out. like most people our age. we’re still kids.” 

“wow, i had no idea,” you mutter sarcastically. 

he holds back a smile of relief. good to know you were still your usual self. 

“you need a break. you’ve been so caught up in this case, you need to rest.”

“but-“

“come on,” he leads you on, “relax. it’ll give you a clear mind, so we can come back with a fresh start.” 

you’re hesitant until he pulls up at an arcade. “what if someone sees me? what if they-“

niki places a finger over your lips, silencing you. “we’re here to have fun like everyone else and not give a crap about anything else. now, are you gonna play or are you gonna get your butt kicked by me?”

a challenge was a challenge. 

you laugh at niki’s rambunctious side, yelling as he tries to cheat during competitive games and fight over the better toy gun. 

“just so you know, i technically won.” 

you playfully shove him, “in your dreams. you’re just saying that because you don’t want to-“

you get cut off by the loudest (and most embarrassing) grumble of your stomach. you both look down at your stomach. you look back up, petrified. 

niki almost cackles, “i guess that’s a sign.”

“it’s not my fault i fell asleep before eating yesterday,” you pout. 

“what do you want to eat?”

“anything. i’m serious.” 

niki watches with a fond smile as you quite literally inhale your food. 

“eat any faster, and you’ll make a new record.”

you flip him off as he laughs, putting more food onto your plate from his. you can only watch wordlessly, feeling your heart warm. after you finish eating, niki takes your hand again. you glance at him questioningly. 

“there’s one last thing i wanted to do,” he mumbles while avoiding your gaze. 

“how’s this one?”

you scrunch your nose in distaste at the sight, reaching to place red devil horns on niki’s head.

“i think this one fits you more.”

as he grumbles, you laugh. 

“fine, but i get to choose yours.” 

he ends up picking a frog headband for you—which you complain to no avail. his reasoning was, “you remind me of a frog. like the princess and the frog.”

you splutter, “but that means-“

“yes. i’m the princess.”

“obviously,” he adds. 

in the photo booth, you sit awkwardly. niki cocks an eyebrow. 

“i’ve never done this before, so…"

instead of teasing you like you originally assumed, niki only brings you closer. he wraps an arm around you while posing for the camera. you’re frozen, even as the countdown starts. you can barely manage a smile as the camera flashes. 

“what now?”

niki glances at the screen, “we still have three more pictures. what poses do you want to do?”

you’re at a loss for words. 

niki leans closer again. he makes a half heart with his hand as he looks at you expectantly. “how about a heart pose?”

“o-okay.”

you never felt so suffocated in that photo booth. and yet, you’ve never laughed harder. you’ve never been so happy in your life with someone else.  

“hey, this photo came out good!”

“but what happened to the first one?”

you both lean in to get a closer look at the photos that printed, and you end up feeling niki’s breath on your cheek. 

it was warm. it was nice to have someone so close to you and still feel comfortable. it was nice to know you were close enough to someone to feel that way. 

it was something you had never felt before. 

“..-y/n?”

“huh?” you snap out of your trance.

“i said, you can keep this copy.” 

you look at the pictures and then at niki. “what? no, it’s fine-“

“i said keep it,” he forcefully shoves the photo into your hand as he quickly heads over to the cashier to pay. 

you stand there for a minute, looking at the photos. you guys looked happy. you guys looked good…together. like you were a real couple, or something. you internally chide yourself while taking off your headband. what a silly thought, you brush off. 

on the walk back home, you feel utterly satisfied, humming as you match your pace with niki’s.

“when we arrive, i’ll let you in through the back, just to be safe.”

“whatever you say, mr. responsible.” 

he ruffles your hair and you swat his hand away in annoyance.

that night was the first night you’ve felt content. almost like you could stay here—like you belonged. you stare up at the dark ceiling, reflecting on the days events. 

“niki?”

you hear his bed shift. “yeah?”

“i just wanted to say thanks. for everything. you’ve been providing everything for me, all while helping me on my case. i’m grateful for everything. i don’t know how, but i promise to pay you back one day.”

“what’s with the sudden sappiness?” his tone is teasing, but light. he clears his throat to add, “but yeah, of course.”

“i dunno, i guess i’m just not used to this type of treatment back home.”

“what? what do you mean?” 

even in the dark, you can feel inquisitive stare on you. 

“i mean, i’m usually left on my own since my parents are working. and my friends, well, they’re nice and all…”

“but you don’t feel a true connection?” he finishes, and you roll over.

“yeah. i don’t really know what my friends are like in this world. who even are my friends? do i even have any?”

niki grimaces. 

“uh, yeah. i don’t know if they exist in your world, but have you heard of danielle? and haerin?”

“nope. what are they like?” 

he shifts again, and the bed creaks. “you see, i don’t really talk to your friend group. it’s nothing personal, i just don’t want to associate with them.”

“dang, maybe it really is just a me problem, in every life too.” 

you hadn’t thought about hanni and hyein since you got here. but danielle and haerin were two new leads. a new start, perhaps. 

now that you had more information from niki, you started your research again. specifically, insta-stalking. 

your specialty. 

niki hands you his phone with a suspicious look when you casually ask for it. you pray he doesn’t hear the sound of blood rushing in your ears or the pounding of your heart. 

as he goes to do his night time routine, you quickly tap on the instagram app and search up danielle’s name. it doesn’t take long for you to find her account since niki followed her. checking to make sure he didn’t come out of the bathroom, you scroll through her feed. 

and your heart stops when you see it. in the corner of a photo—a picture of her and haerin posing at school in front of their lockers. 

that’s your ridiculously expensive bracelet on danielle’s arm. you’re sure of it. 

you felt yourself grow nauseous as you quickly turn off niki’s phone as soon as you hear the door turn. 

“hey, are you okay? you look like you just saw a ghost..”

you blink and smile, peeking at him innocently, although the dread grows in the pit of your stomach. “huh? no. what are you talking about?”

“what were you doing on my phone?”

you look away sheepishly, “trying to see if i could call my mom?” maybe niki’s acting skills were rubbing off on you. 

“oh, and?” 

you shake your head, a fake grim expression plastered on your face. 

that night, you lay awake staring into the darkness. when you hear niki’s soft snores, you sneak over to his bedside table to retrieve the key. you know you shouldn’t, but you felt this was something you needed to do alone. 

you feel like you’re on the edge of the cliff, about to jump into the water. the adrenaline filled you, you were right there-

it was so close.

the next day, you have to pretend everything is okay. you smile when niki greets you good morning, even peck him on the cheek when he tells you he has to stop by the dance studio for the night. 

he visibly blushes, stuttering on his words, “w-uh, w-what was that.. for..?”

you shrug, “i’m just proud of you for getting your grades up. it’s your first time back dancing in a while so have fun, okay?” 

he nods, beaming as he squeezes your hand goodbye. as he leaves, your smile fades. it felt too normal. it felt too right to imagine having a life with niki, like this everyday.

and knowing what you knew now, it was wrong. it was wrong from the start, and yet you couldn't help yourself fall even deeper. you had to get back into the right mental state. you couldn't keep deluding yourself.

it was time to confront the truth.

you can’t believe you’re sneaking into through the school boy’s bathroom again. the locker key safely stored in your pocket, you find danielle’s locker. the same one from the photo she posted. 

this had to be the one. you can only hold your breath and hope as you unlock it. 

you quickly scramble through all the stuff, looking for the shiny bracelet. you don’t find it, but when you go to close the locker door in defeat, a crumpled up piece of paper falls onto the floor. 

you huff, taking it and opening it up. it’s a picture of sunghoon, you, and danielle, all smiling as you three posed for the camera. but it wasn’t just an ordinary picture—there was a big, red “X” scribbled over your face, with the words “finally done” written next to it. 

and hearts next to sunghoon’s face. 

horrified, you clap a hand over your mouth. 

during a break at the dance studio, niki doesn’t expect to open his instagram app and see danielle’s instagram show up on his recently searched. frowning, he taps on the account. he never cared to pay attention to danielle, so why was her account the last thing searched up? 

just out of curiosity, he scrolls through her recent posts. 

and then he sees it. something that is so hard to miss. it’s so strikingly familiar. 

he rushes home. when niki bursts through the front door, he doesn’t expect to find you missing. and when niki notices his old school uniform and cap gone, his heart drops. 

you sit on the floor next to the lockers  with your head buried on top of your knees. you’re sure you could get caught, but you don’t care. 

the crumpled picture feels heavy in your pocket. 

you stay there, staring at the walls until you see the moon shining brightly outside one of the windows. you haven’t eaten or drank anything the whole day. you’re not sure how long it’s been. 

“y/n!” 

great, now you were hearing things as well? 

furious footsteps stomp towards you.

“why did you leave without telling me? you could’ve gotten caught-it could’ve been dangerous?!”

“n-niki?” your eyes widen. 

before saying anything else, he pulls you up to your feet. 

“why would you come to school without me?”

for some reason, his words sting. you cross your arms, “what? like i can’t take care of myself?” 

he groans, “that’s besides the point! if someone saw you—“

“i don’t care! so why do you care so—“

a sound from down the hall cuts you both off. you turn to niki in panic and he curses. “the custodian comes on weekends to clean.”

you hold back a yelp as niki grabs your wrist and pulls you along in the opposite direction. 

he pushes through a door and turns to the left. you don’t stop until you’re inside the.. natatorium? 

“why are we-“

“there are no cameras here, unlike in the school building. i thought you would’ve known that.”

after he speaks, there’s an awkward silence. 

niki sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “well, are you gonna tell me?”

you feel the frustration flow through your veins, “and what about you? you tell me why i have to let you know my every location? why i feel like i can’t take care of myself, l-like a sick, old dog who can’t go anywhere or do anything? i’m sick of it all!” 

“you don’t understand,” his voice raises,  and you interrupt him, getting closer and closer to him. 

“you’re right, i don’t. i don’t understand why you helped me in the first place. you say that you barely knew who i was, yet here you are acting like you care! like you cared about the dead me!”

at this point, his face is so close to yours, you can feel your breaths mix as neither of you back down. 

“i do care! of course i care! about you, standing right in front of me!” he clenches his fists. your eyes linger on a single vein on his neck that sticks out due to the intensity. the fire burning in his eyes, your trembling voices, it all makes you falter. 

you don’t know what you asked. you know the truth. niki always cared—more than cared. he always went out of his way to search for you, like the day on the balcony and today. he wanted to find you, he wanted to have you in his life, 

you realize it now. to put simply, he wanted you. 

and this was the first time you felt wanted. 

you don’t know what else to do, so you lean in and close the gap to kiss him. and if anything, niki immediately pulls you closer to him. 

when you break apart for air, his dark eyes still staring deep into yours, you think he’s gonna lean back in again. but you hear a faint voice sound, growing louder. your eyes both widen. the janitor.

without a second thought, niki pushes you. 

he does it lightly, although it’s still enough to make you lose your balance, and for a second you stare back at him, betrayal evident before you fall backwards—

straight into the pool. 

your eyes just barely peek open in the water, and then there’s a splash accompanying yours a few seconds later. 

he easily swims to you, cupping your cheeks and bringing your lips to his once more. it was a much different experience from just a few seconds ago. 

you stay entwined like that together, eyes squeezed shut, until you actually can’t breathe anymore and you have to smack niki’s arm. you both rise to the top, heaving water and air. 

after a few seconds of coughing and gathering your bearings, niki’s raspy voice fills the air. 

“at least he’s gone. i’ve always wanted to do that.”

you roll your eyes, splashing water back at him in revenge for pushing you earlier. “seriously? after we got almost got caught? we could’ve drowned!”  

you splash him again, “also, you could’ve given me a heads up!”

he grins, wiping the running water free from his face. “and where’s the fun in that?”

you shake your head in amazement, “you’re actually an idiot. i can’t believe you, niki.” 

“an idiot who saved us from getting caught.”

after returning home together, you sit and enjoy the peaceful silence as niki dries your hair. your mind can’t help but replay the last few moments, from finding the picture at school to kissing niki, and then finally get pushed into the pool. specifically, the kissing part. 

growing sleepy at the soft and warm feeling of niki’s hands running through your hair, you almost don’t hear him when he says, “all done.”

you thank him and he looks around awkwardly. 

“what is it?” you squint at him. 

“well, i wanted to apologize. i didn’t mean to make to feel that way. i was just really worried about you, and i felt hurt you didn’t tell me why you snuck into school again today. did you not trust me? did i do something wrong?”

you soften, eyes falling to the floor. 

“i’m so sorry, niki. i didn’t mean to lash out on you. of course i trust you, i just wanted to do something for myself for once. without needing your or anyone else’s help.” 

you exhale, “the reason i left today was for this—“ you take the damp, crumpled picture and unfold it as best as you can. 

niki’s hands fall to his side. “oh god.”

“it was danielle. she took my bracelet and i-i think she wanted my boyfriend. i know it has to be her.”

“w-what? but how?”

you shake your head. he goes to hug you. 

you feel tears brimming at the corner of your eyes, but you won’t waste any tears on her. you pull back to look at niki, with a determined expression on your face. 

“you have to catch her and make sure they get what they deserve.” 

niki stares at you deeply, “are you sure? because if you are, i won’t stop.”

he wonders why you say you and not we.

at that, you falter. 

“no. i never be sure because she is—was my best friend and i will always hold that guilt in me. but you have to do something about it.” 

niki’s hold around you tightens, “and what about you?”

you smile, albeit sadly. “you know i can’t stay here, hiding away forever. i don’t belong here. i already existed in your world, and at some point, i have to leave soon. i can feel it.” 

it was the same feeling as when you first came here. that day you felt off. the feeling that you don’t belong anywhere, but this time, you feel fulfilled. complete. like you were ready to go back home. 

“it’s not something i can explain, but i know it,” you look at him with determined eyes. 

and he looks back at you with pained ones. 

niki is able to convince jungwon to get his dad to reinvestigate the case again. the picture is given up as evidence, and danielle and haerin are taken in. 

the day they confessed out of guilt, you and niki celebrate by sneaking onto your school’s rooftop. the same place where it all started.

it’s a cold and windy night, but you could care less about getting sick. because it was your last day anyway. 

you didn’t tell niki, but you had a good feeling—like the world was patting you on the back and saying, “you worked hard.” 

the two of you watch the stars, snuggled up and reflecting on how your lives came to be like this. wondering how far away apart your worlds were. 

you kiss niki’s cheek, wishing to remember the feeling of being in his arms forever. his scent, his touch, his warmth, you wish you could keep all of it. you smile at him, willing back the tears. 

“there was a reason i bumped into you that day, of all people. there was a reason you came into my life, and i came into yours, niki.” 

he bites his lip, “y/n... you changed my life. every day with you was better than the last.” 

if this was a dream, you wouldn’t want to wake up. you trace his face, so it will remain ingrained in your mind forever, even when you go back to your world. 

“what will happen when i leave?” you whisper. 

“how will you even get back home?”

you shrug, “i don’t know how, but i know that i will.”

niki laughs, “that’s the y/n i know.”

as he kisses you once more, a star falls across the sky. 

the next day, you find a ticket in your bag. a train ticket. 

you don’t recall having bought one, and you don’t question niki. you only ask him to take you to the train station.

while walking hand and hand, you reminisce on the past month or so. “will we still remember this once you go back to your world?”

your body trembles, “i don’t know.”

“then… will i ever see you again?”

you don’t want to meet his eyes, because you know you’ll cry. 

yes, you want to say. instead, you say, “ i don’t know.”

niki wipes a stray tear on your face. you don’t even know how you reached your stop already. 

“this is it,” he says. 

but neither of you move. 

“don’t worry, even if i don’t remember you, you’ll always be in my heart. we’ll meet in your world,” he reminds you while the tears start falling down both of your faces. 

“don’t forget that there’s another me out there to annoy you. you just need to search hard.” 

you sniffle, playfully pushing him away as you furiously blink away the tears that blur your vision. you needed to soak up the sight of him as much of him as you could.

“i promise i’ll find you again.” 

he holds onto you until the very end, until you slip out of his grasp once more.

crossing the platform into the train while giving him one last, slow wave was painful. the last thing you can think of is the fact that you never knew. you never asked for niki’s full name. his real one. 

you never knew niki’s name.

and then everything fades into nothing. 

that’s the last time niki ever sees you. the train passes by in a flash, blowing his bangs across his face while he tries his best to keep that fake smile on his face for you—all for you before you go. 

then, you’re gone. 

in those seconds as the train passes, niki knows exactly why he did it. why he helped you through all of it, through everything together. 

all because you were there in class. you never looked at him, but he looked at you. he saw all of you, everyday—even if you didn’t know it. all your quirks and habits that he couldn’t help but find cute. you made his days interesting. 

but he was the coward for never approaching you. that was his fault because one day, you weren’t there anymore. 

and he had to pretend like nothing happened. on the outside, that’s how it was. even if he felt the slightest connection, tiniest pull towards you, you were still strangers. 

you were strangers until you knocked into him on the train platform. 

niki had to be selfish. he thinks it could have been fate that he saw you again, but now he’s just left with the lingering regret and feelings. those memories flash past like the train does. they come and go in the blink of an eye- a split second. 

when the train is gone, niki frowns and wonders why he’s standing there. 

he also wonders why it feels like there’s a piece of his heart missing. 

after that, he attends your funeral in his world. it was an open funeral to everyone who wanted to come- classmates, friends, and him. niki didn’t even know you that well, but he get this unexpalaniable urge that he should go- he needs to go. he brings flowers and gets to see you one last time. 

when niki sees the picture of your serene face, he can’t help but get this sense of peace, like everything’s resolved. 

and then he’s free.

epilogue...

you sigh, trudging along the walkway on the way to work. looking at your surroundings, you were getting major deja vu. but at this point, you were used to having episodes like that. 

there were many, many times where some things simply felt so familiar. but it was like your memory was wiped and you couldn’t remember why. some times you had flashes of an adventure, a feeling of mystery, a boy. 

ever since some day in high school, it just happened. and from then on, you’ve always felt like something was missing. or wrong. you can’t tell. it became a part of you, to the point where you almost forgot about it. that feeling of misbelonging, being just out of reach. it’s strange, like a weird occurrence that makes you want to open your third eye or whatever to find out more.

even after graduating, it never left you. 

you being so lost in your thoughts, fail to notice when you bump into someone coming off the train you were about to get onto. 

“i’m sorry,” you quickly apologize, but you soon falter when you meet eyes with sparkling brown ones. weirdly enough, they draw you in. 

they were familiar, you’ve certainly seen them somewhere. the moment lasts for a while, with the two of you standing still in the middle of the passway, staring at each other.  

you slowly smile, extending a hand. “i apologize if i’m mistaken, but have we met before?”

he stares at you too, confused yet enthralled. 

“i-i think you may be mistaken,” he starts hesitantly and you begin to apologize. 

“are you sure?“ you quickly introduce yourself, “and you?”

you swore you were not such a desperate person, but you couldn’t help it, not this time and definitely not in front of this particularly alluring guy.  

“me?”

he takes a quick glance at you before taking your hand with a small smile. 

“my name is nishimura riki.”

first i wanted to say thank you for reading! this was a rough time coming, and i wanted to apologize for the long wait. this has actually been a wip of mine for years and i finally was able to finish it with riki after months and months of writing. this past year has been the worst one so far, but i'm just grateful to still be here. just feeling super appreciative for those who stuck with me and waited patiently. thank you. can't wait to see you guys again soon with the next oneshot (hint hint)!

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[hannieehaee]

What do you think about svt members dating a autistic/neuro divergent s/o ?? (Don't havets do all members but maybe woozi hannie and cheol? Tysm I literally love your writing ❤️🎀🍓)

dating a neurodivergent s/o

content: non-specific neurodivergence, established relationship, fluff, etc.

wc: 758

a/n: thank u so much<33 i discussed this with two of my besties on the spectrum, so i hope i did this justice!! neurodivergence is very broad so i kept this a little ambiguous btw<3

masterlist

seungcheol -

he's kind of used to being babied by his family, but he'll flip the script and baby you instead. super nice and understanding, engaging in any of your interests and always encouraging you. he'd literally move hell and earth to ensure your comfort at all times.

jeonghan -

very sweet and loving. he has this personality where he babies everyone around him, and i think he'd use his kindergarten teacher voice a little extra on his s/o. gets familiar with any habits you may have and engages in them wholeheartedly. steals any fidget toys you may have bc he must touch at any and every object in his vicinity.

joshua -

he'll learn everything there is to learn in order to support and love you in the way you most deserve! he's very emotionally intelligent and empathetic, so he'll often just kinda sit there and listen to you rant about whichever special interest you had at the time, even taking some of his free time to learn about it on his own.

jun -

cutie is the sweetest boyfriend alive, falling into any habits or behaviors of yours without even realizing. he's super touchy but if you're not into that he'd just settle for playing with your hands and fingers in a reassuring manner (both for himself and you). does his best to understand and relate to you in order to ensure your comfort.

soonyoung -

i picture him acting very similar to jun as a bf. he may instinctually mimic some of your behaviors or habits without realizing. if you have trouble focusing or maybe any compulsive behaviors, he'd somehow match those behaviors just from how much time he spent with you.

wonwoo -

he's literally the perfect boyfriend in every capacity so i think he'd assimilate to you and your needs without even thinking about it. makes himself fit into your life perfectly and provides you all comfort possible. does his best to understand every aspect of your life and has very open communication with you.

jihoon -

he has a ton of little fidget toys in his studio ready for you to play with. if you have any sensory issues, he'd also have some amazing quality noise cancelling headphones in his studio for you to use, anddd he would also make sure to turn off the lights at the universe factory if they ever bothered you. you'd never have any issue with him changing his lifestyle to fit your needs, he'd just do it w/o question.

seokmin -

he's such a sweet and empathetic guy, he'd be thoroughly educated on whichever part of the spectrum you were in. he'd remind you to take any medications (if needed), cook you your safe foods, keep you out of social situations if you felt like going nonverbal, keep things tidy at home to keep you at ease. he'd basically do anything in his power without you even having to ask.

mingyu -

he's a househusband at heart so he's basically just prepared to mother the hell out of you at all times. takes care of all your needs and keeps track of them at his own accord. needs an open line of communication with you to understand your needs and preferences and adapts his life to fit them.

minghao -

he's so insanely emotionally mature i think he'd utilize his amazing communication skills to make sure he's doing everything he can as a bf to make you feel comfortable and at ease with him. entertains and encourages any of your habits and needs. researches anything necessary to understand you as best as he can.

seungkwan -

if u ever go nonverbal or lose your social battery, he'll take complete charge of it, so dont u even worry!!! he loved and respects you more than anyone, so he does his best to adapt to any habits or necessities you may have. the best person at lending a sympathetic ear when you let him know of your needs.

vernon -

very understanding and subtle with his affections. he's the opposite of overwhelming, so he never pressures you and tries to make you as comfortable as possible, doing his best to understand your habits and levels of comfort in order to assimilate to you and ensure your happiness in the relationship.

chan -

he'll match your energy always. if your social battery is gone, so is his! if you feel a little extra energetic, guess what, so does he! wants you to communicate what he can do to ensure your comfort or to be the best bf he can be.

[jwanniie]

hiii i love your account!! can you please do gp stepsis hanni taking readers virginity?? 🥹

Aww thank you so much love!!��❤️

Pairings: G!p stepsis Hanni x fem reader!

Warnings: somno, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), babytrapping, reader bleeds a little, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy, thigh fucking, tit job, p in v, not proofread, virgin reader, step cest and just filthy smut!!!

Word count: 1k ish

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She was the sweetest Step sister you could ever have, she was truly sent from heaven and the sweetest girl you’ve ever met.

She’d make you breakfast with little motivational notes, she’d do your laundry knowing how much you don’t like doing it, she’d spend hours to help you if you need help in your school work, she’d take you on little dates where she’d buy you lunch after a hard week of school to make it less stressful and she’d clean your room so you could have a better environment to work at.

She truly was one of the best people in your life that you adored a lot, your stepmom was as sweet as her, you were grateful for both and grateful that your dad found great people to bring into your lives.

You don’t know the twisted truth about this, the not so sweet or innocent reality why she’s doing all of this.

She has had her eyes on you from the very first time she laid her eyes on you. She found the sexiest fucking woman on this earth.

Something about your gorgeous body, that anyone would kill for and your mesmerizing features was something anyone would wish to have.

She wanted to fucking ruin you, because how dare someone be this perfect. Ruin and show you things you’d never think your own step sister would do to you.

Get you a dumb cockwhore for her dick and ruin that little virgin hole of yours, stuff you full of her babies and take your whole innocence away.

She brought you her fresh orange juice, that you didn’t take a lot of time to down. The sudden urge for your lids to shut and your brain to become all numb was something you couldn’t fight.

And suddenly you were softly breathing, chest inhaling and exhaling softly and peacefully while your eyes tightly shut, and body in a deep slumber.

She peeked her head from the little gap in the door, seeing you in the deep sleep you were in. She smirked to herself her plan working successfully.

She tip toed in, closing the door behind her and twisting the lock. She gave a wide grin at the sight in front of her, your tiny little fragile body laying there helplessly, your cute hello kitty shorts riding up your thighs, your white v-line top hugging your breast and waist perfectly, your soft mounds almost spilling out from the top.

See you begged her to do this! She undressed herself, dick finally getting freedom. Her aching tip that’s spilling precum and her length that is uncontrollably upward. She hissed in pain, her finger smearing the precum all over her cock.

She hovered over you, your plush thighs right below the head of her cock. She let her desires win, and thrusted her cock right between your pillowy thighs, a loud moan falling from her lips.

She continued the action, now grabbing the sides of your thighs to push them tighter against her aching dick. Lewd sounds coming from her lips, and the area of your inner thighs turning a pinkish color from her relentless thrust. She stopped quickly as soon as she felt her cum ready to spill from her tip. If she was going to cum, it will be inside your virgin cunt.

Your hello kitty shorts were now on the floor next to your white top. Your bare body under her mercy. Your nipples hardening at the sudden cold air, she swirled her tongue against one of them before moving to the other. Sucking you like a baby. She promised to herself that at the end of the night she will make sure that those plushy tits will be full of milk that she can suck.

Her angry red tip found its way to your swollen cunt, pushing its way past your folds. Your pussy swallowing her length and squeezing it. A groan left her lips, her head falling back at the sensation and her eyes giving a peek at her brain.

You let out a soft whimper that only made her dick twitch inside you, more precum gushing out. Even when you’re asleep you made the cutest sounds. Her tip pushed out of your cunt before slamming back in. She couldn’t contain herself and be gentle, the head of her cock meeting your opening with harsh thrust. She continued the abuse of her cock and the knot in her stomach started building up.

Her balls were slapping against your ass, begging to release. The idea of getting her sweet step-sissy pregnant with her child and forcing you to be stuck with her for the rest of your life, made her white thick liquid paint your walls full to the point that it spilled out with a mix of your blood.

She kissed the top of your head before whispering the dirtiest little things that she was going to do to you, her step sis that will be pregnant with her kid.🫣

[drunk-on-dk]

Track 2: Night Drive | Yoon Jeonghan (m)

Track 2 - Night Drive // HENRY - playlist linked here

Pairing: best friend's brother!Jeonghan x fem!reader Genre: SMUT (minors DNI), best friend's brother to lover trope lol, minimal fluff & angst themes, pwp (minimal plot) w/c: ~2.4k Summary: Jeonghan takes you on a night drive to help calm you down.

Explicit Content - Minors DNI, Listeners 18+, NSFW Warnings Below

content warning: unprotected sex (practice safe sex pls); fingering; no specific pronouns used, but reader has female anatomy; pet names (angel); self-doubtful thoughts; crying bc sad reader; hating men briefly agenda; riding; car sex! means steamy car; heavy on the eye-contact; i'm definitely missing stuff

a/n: major delay on this one I am so sorry, had a crazy week, but was so excited to finish writing this. Please enjoy and provide your lovely feedback <3

"I want you so bad I want you to be mine”

It was all a blur to Jeonghan how he had you, his sister’s best friend, like putty for him in the backseat of his SUV. You were so moldable for him in ways he could have never imagined, your delicate skin pressing against his and making him feel like he could overheat any second from the direct contact of your chest on his.

The moonlight that filtered in from the sunroof illuminates you from behind, casting a halo around your body and making you look more angelic than ever. You were heavenly, even when you were situated in this compromising position on top of Jeonghan with your eyebrows tightly threaded in pleasure. Each divine roll of your hips over his crotch had you both crooning, gentle words of encouragement from Jeonghan encouraging you to grind your core against him with more zeal and neediness.

Jeonghan’s car felt hazy, the air thick with desire and your burning figures provided more than enough heat to sufficiently steam the windows. You were in the middle of nowhere, but even if someone did pass by, they wouldn’t be able to see your two bodies casting together in the backseat.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan’s voice comes out broken and high-pitched, his wide eyes reconnecting with your blown out ones, trying to read your mind before he makes his next declaration. The sound of him almost makes the tightly wound band inside of you snap, especially when he follows the movement of your hips and grinds up harder against your clothed cunt. “I want you so bad, angel.”

You already feel sore from continually circling your hips on Jeonghan for a while now, on the brink of your release for God knows how long. You were so desperate after the night you had, which is exactly how you ended up in this situation, that you could barely mutter out a coherent response, but you somehow do, affirming that you feel the same way.

“Want you s’bad too, Hannie.”

Fuck, you were endearing, making Jeonghan’s heart flutter from hearing how innocently you muttered his nickname in between each breathy gasp of yours. Jeonghan didn’t know if you two could ever return to normal after this; he had not a single clue how he could hide that he fucked his sister’s best friend when he’s sure all he’ll ever think about is how you sound and feel from now on.

It was a mistake really and it was not at all in his plan to have you on top of him like he does now. All he meant was to take you for a relaxing night drive when you appeared at his bedroom door, your usually wonderous eyes threatening to spill tears as you vehemently spewed that you ‘hate all men.’

Jeonghan could tell how serious of a predicament you were in to end up at his door like this, you were his last resort after storming over to your best friend’s house, and his sister was nowhere to be found. Thankfully deciding to suppress the chuckle that threatened to bubble from his chest and quell any teasing comments, he had realized that you meant the all the venomous words you said as you ranted about being stood up for the nth time by the same person.

“God,” you paced into Jeonghan’s room, hands laced through your unruly locks, taking him aback slightly as you brushed past him, “are all men like this? Jeonghan, you could tell me, right? How am I so fucking stupid to think he’d change?”

Jeonghan didn’t even know how to respond to you, finally taking a step back to analyze the situation and determine how in the world he could console you. He had no clue what screwed-up situation you had been in, but he knew that nothing he could say would be the answer you were looking for. Your eyes showed that you were distraught, morphing your soft features into a state of despair that he’s never seen only a few times before.  

“C’mon,” he finally concedes, slipping past you and beckoning you to follow his lead. “Let’s go for a drive to get your mind off things. I can listen in the car.”

Of course, you follow his lead, acknowledging that it would be nice to drive around at least until his sister gets home.

The thing about Jeonghan is that he is actually a very good listener, even if he has annoying tendencies to push your buttons. He listens to you as you rant aimlessly for half an hour, nodding and humming in agreement at the right times, and seeming too sincere about it all.

“You don’t have to agree with everything I say, Hannie,” you chuckle sadly, a slight sniffle reminding you of the troubled state you’ve been in ever since you arrived at his door. “I could be the problem for all I know.”

With that, Jeonghan is hastily pulling over on the side of the road with a dramatic huff, the sound of tires on gravel replacing the low hum of the engine and pulling his key out of the ignition.  

“I don’t think you’re the problem, Y/N.” You’ve never seen him look so serious, his sympathetic eyes locking onto yours as he searches your features to better read what is going on in that brilliant mind of yours.

He hates seeing you this way, this wasn’t the confident person he watched grow over the years and years that you were his sister’s friend. Jeonghan always thought you were beautiful, smart, and witty, and he could simply get lost in the thought of you if he let himself. The only thing that stood between him and you was his sister and the uncertainty if you felt the same way. You two had an inevitable history, dating back to the time he pecked you in his basement at the ripe age of 16 after a dare during one of his sister’s secret parties up until the present, even joining you as a fake date for weddings as you got older.

“What if I’m not right for anyone?” Tears are welling in your eyes again, self-doubt clouding your thoughts as you begin to overanalyze your night and your relationship history overall.

“Stop,” Jeonghan’s voice is much louder than usual, making you jump in your seat and briefly shallow your panicked breaths. Jeonghan takes a deep breath before he speaks again, thinking very carefully and filtering all the thoughts running through his mind, fearing that he may say something that will only upset you more.

However, rather than speaking, Jeonghan does something that surprises even him. Leaning over the center console, Jeonghan’s lips collide with yours, a salty, sweet taste staining the plush buds as you lean deeper into the kiss.

Pulling away, you run your fingers over your lips, unsure of the turbulent feeling rising from your belly into your chest. He almost panics at the way your eyes widen, worried that he’s stepped over the line, but he’s delightfully surprised when your shock becomes pure desperation, grasping the sides of his face and pulling him back into a hungry, even more, passionate kiss.

This is when Jeonghan finds himself in the back of his car, tangled up in you and planted firmly between your legs, swallowing each pathetic moan of yours with each desperate roll of your hips.

Jeonghan can feel the heat radiating from your core. He’s almost positive you’ve soaked through your panties onto his jeans at this point, making him even more worried about how he will ever bring you back to his home without the evidence of you somewhere.

A honeyed aroma fills the air, and your perfume wafts off your tacky skin, overwhelming Jeonghan’s senses when you nuzzle into him and nip at his skin. He’s desperate at this point, all consumed by the way you feel and hastily pulling your skirt up to your waist.

There is no point in waiting any longer, questioning and confirming that you are OK with him taking things further before two deft fingers slip under your dampened panties upon your approval. His pointer and middle finger run along your slit, the two digits easily slipping between your folds from how aroused you’ve become.

The sigh you let out is so heavenly, contradicting the unholy sounds that continue to escape past your lips as Jeonghan continues to pump his fingers in and out of you.

You’re desperate as well at this point, riding his fingers until his knuckles are impossibly deep in you. Jeonghan chuckles at your ambitiousness, a shiver running down his spine when your fingers dig into his shoulders when he curls his fingers inside of you. “Take it easy, angel. You need it that bad?”

“Please, Hannie,” if Jeonghan couldn’t see the pleasure that overwhelmed your features he’d almost think you were in pain by how constricted your voice was. A pornographic moan follows your cries for release as he continues his ministrations, finally allowing his thumb to expertly rub at your throbbing clit.

That’s all you need for your first release of the night, collapsing into his body as your walls pulse around his fingers, feeling a sense of relief wash over you after being so strung out. Jeonghan’s breathing matches your own, following each inhale and exhale to keep himself at bay.

Jeonghan was shocked when you began to ravage him seconds later; your serene, orgasmic afterglow became feverish as you palm against the obvious erection tenting his sweatpants. Just like him, you had no patience, only pulling his pants and boxers down far enough to release his length for your famished eyes to see.

“God,” you gasp, small fingers wrapping around his heavy length and watching the way his eyes turn even darker when you do so. “So pretty, Hannie. Just like you. Need you inside of me.”

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan chokes out, already feeling overstimulated when your thumb runs over his tip to collect his precum and then working your hand up and down his silky length. “I want you so bad, angel. Need to hear it back.”

“Want you too, I promise.”

Jeonghan’s lost in your eyes at this point, the way they twinkle in the moonlight is brighter than any star in the sky, and he knows he’d fight for you in any way possible. He can’t help but oblige when you line his cock up against your entrance, gathering some of your arousal before slowly sinking down until your hips connect with his.

He’s never felt so high in his entire life, never truly knowing the feeling until now when your warm walls are wrapped so tightly around his size. It’s pitiful, the moisture in the air so thick from your bodies and hot breath as you both moan in pleasure, but neither of you have really moved much yet.

You’re the first one to take initiative, rolling and circling your hips and taking him impossibly deeper. The friction against your clit is so delicious, making you twitch in his grasp as he tries to ground himself. It's enough to make Jeonghan hiss, almost scolding you when your hips lift a bit higher only to drop down again, “what makes you think you’re not right for anyone, Y/N? F-fuck, never had anyone this perfect and tight for me.”

His praise is enough to encourage you even more, your hips circling with more fervor and tightening up the hot rubber band waiting to snap inside of you again. Jeonghan is absolutely entranced at this point, eyes darting from where your body connects with him, to the flush of your skin, and up to your radiant features that expose how close you are to your second release.

Jeonghan refuses to let this end here, not wanting this moment to be short as he firmly grabs your hips. His strength is shocking when he halts the desperate rock of your hips, a pout replacing your once slack jaw when you feel the buildup of pleasure ebbs away.  

You almost begin to protest before Jeonghan cuts you off, a harsh thrust of his length up into your well-adjusted cunt knocking the wind out of you.

“Don’t you dare say anything, angel,” he demands, bouncing you up and down on his cock and hammering deeper inside of you. All you can do is nod, head falling back until Jeonghan grabs your chin, challenging you to keep your eyes open for him. “Eyes on me, Y/N.”

You obey, letting him drive his cock into you with each harsh thrust, positive that the car is rocking from the force of every plunge inside you. The pleasure is so extreme with each brush of his pelvis against your clit, the dark haze of pure desire in his eyes only making you gasp and cry out louder.

Jeonghan and you are both so gone, absolutely spellbound by one another with each delicious ping of pleasure and lost deep in each other’s eyes that neither of you notices how close you both are to your release. Jeonghan only comes back down to earth when he feels your walls flutter with one last shallow thrust, releasing his warm, thick cum deep inside of you when your cunt spasms and clenches uncontrollably. He remains buried deep inside of you, letting residual waves of pleasure wash over the two of you, and gently brushing at your matted hair when you nestle in closer to his body.

The pure horror Jeonghan feels when he hears you sniffle, a crocodile-sized tear falling down your cheek as you resurface to breathe in some of the sex-filled air. Suddenly, he’s worried that he’s made a mistake and crossed your boundaries, up until your sniffles are replaced by your melodious laughter.

“What are we going to tell your sister?”

God, he’ll tease you forever for giving him such a fright, but he lets you know that you can take as long as you need to before letting her know, only if you can be his for however long you’ll have him.

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[linos-luna]

What about Yandere Han sadist and possessive? 🔥

I'm on my knees for Yandere Han 🥹

I leave it on your imagination, i know that You gonna surprise me 🫣

Love all your yandere works 🤭❤️

Thank you ☺️

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Sadist ❣️🔪

Yandere!Sadist!Han x Fem!Reader

Warnings: possessiveness, Yandere, 18+ smut, Choking, Spanking, begging, violence, knives, dub con , slapping

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“Noona, why are you struggling so much?”

Your boyfriend had you pinned against the bedroom door; he was annoyed that you hid from him earlier.

Han was violent when in the mood for sex. He was like that in general but it got worse when he was needy.

“Hannie stop!” You squirmed helplessly as he then pushed you inside. You fell on the bedroom floor and he locked the door behind him.

You tried sitting up before he put his foot on your chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Hannie, please!” You begged. “N-not right now!”

He got on top of you and put his hands on your throat, squeezing lightly.

“Why not, noona? I like you like this.”

He had a demented smile as he continued choking you. You could swear you felt a bulge rubbing against you.

Before you could pass out he let go, leaving you to sit there to cough and catch your breath.

“You’re so cute.” He said while looking through a drawer. He grabbed some items and set them on the bed before going back to you.

“C-can I get up?” Your voice was raspy, obviously from him squeezing so hard.

“No.” He said casually while pushing you on your stomach. “I like you like this, on the floor like the dirty slut you are.”

“W-what?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you flirting with my friends!” He yelled while yanking down your pants and practically ripping off your underwear. “Nothing but a filthy whore! You’re mine you got that?! Mine!!”

He grabbed a belt from the bed and spanked you with it. It was practically a leather whip that surely left marks.

“Mine! *smack* Mine! *smack* MINE!!”

You screamed in pain, biting your sleeve to muffle the sound.

“Noona I want to hear you.” You said with a condescending smile. I need to hear you scream and beg for mercy. Or else what fun would this be?”

“Hannie stop!” You cried before he pulled off your shirt, leaving you only in a bra. He then grabbed handcuffs from the bed and cuffed them behind you.

“No. Not like that.” He teased while pinching your reddened skin, making you shriek in pain.

“Stop! Please! Stop!” You cried.

“You know that’s not what I want, noona.” He replied while pulling your hair back.

“I’m-Im a whore!” You cried. “I-I need you to fuck me! I-I need you to fuck the whore out of me!”

“Oh really?” He said with a chuckle while pinching the reddened skin again.

“Yes! Yes! Hannie i-I— I’m a whore!” You screamed.

“I know.” He let go of your hair, letting you fall back to the floor. Since your hands were cuffed, you fell face first, giving you a bloody nose.

You whimpered as you cried against the floor, some blood staining the carpet.

“Leaving a mess? Aw noona.” He said with a dramatic sigh before spanking you again but this time with his hand.

There was no fighting this. He wanted your “consent”. A dubious one actually. So can use it against you.

“P-please…” you cried. “Fuck the whore out of me…”

“Yeah? Why should I?”

“B-because I deserve it…” you whimpered. “I-I want it Hannie!”

He smirked as he took off his pants and boxers, rubbing his hard cock before teasing your hole. The redness around your bottom made it painful as he spread your cheeks and entered. You were a little wet but not enough for it to be an easy fit.

“You’re so tight.” He said while reaching to rub your clit. “You don’t find me hot?”

“N-no you are!” He gasped, trying to get used to the size but also squirming as he touched your sensitive spot.

It wasn’t long before he started railing you. Your face was rubbing against the floor where some blood was from your bloody nose.

You moaned and screamed more as he pounded into you. He loved hearing it and went harder to hear you go louder. The sound of it riled him up even more and he soon came in you.

“Cum, noona! Prove your mine!” He grunted. “Prove it!”

You cried as you came and he pulled out. You tried to catch your breath before he flipped you around and and lifted your legs.

“You’re a mess.” He said slyly as he started kissing your cunt, making you squirm.

“N-no hannie! Too much!” You cried. “Too much!”

Han continued to eat you out before you came again.

Exhausted. You were exhausted.

He climbed back over you and sloppily kissed your lips. He could taste the blood that dripped from your nose. He bit your lip, making it bleed even more before using his tongue to dominate you.

You were too weak to fight him. He eventually got up and you pulled up sitting you on the bed.

You were a mess. You had dry blood from your nose and some that smudged on your cheek. Your lips were red and swollen, bleeding a little that dropped down to your chin. You looked down while breathing heavily, your hair a mess. You looked at your legs, remembering the bruises your boyfriend has left from other nights.

“Your mine right?” Han said, you couldn’t hear him. You were lost in thought before he suddenly slapped you.”

“You’re mine! Right?!” He repeated angrily.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?!” He yelled as he slapped you again.

“I’m yours! Yes I’m yours!!”

“Good.” He smiled as he grabbed the key and unlocked your cuffs.

You laid back and covered your face, crying and sobbing.

Han sat next to you, rubbing your hair.

“Noona… don’t cry.”

But you couldn’t and he moved your hands to rub your cheek.

“I love you noona.”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes. Why did he look so angelic in this moment? He looked so loving and innocent. It was a lie but you put up with it. In a sick way, you loved him. He wasn’t always like this. Possessive all the time yes but only violent during sex. Not that bad right? Right…?

[minminyoonjii]

Hey! I would like to make a request of idol caregiver!stray kids x 9th member little reader. Thanks!

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

💜Rules and Guidelines

🧡Stray Kids Scenarios Masterlist

🌹CW

Wholesome|Hurt/Comfort|Cursing|Panic Attack|Unconscious Regression|Hyperjudgemental Of Ones Self|Sobbing|Getting Hurt 💛AN If you were looking for how they would treat the 9th little member it'll be something like this 'Types Of Caregivers'

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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 Heavy pants echoed within the practice room, mirrors fogging from the sheer heat building. "Is the air conditioning broken?" you huffed, wiping the sweat dripping down your forehead. You checked the remote, lowering the temperature, "I guess I can take a break," you grumbled, scrunching a ball of newspapers to clear the fog. You lay on the cold hardwood floor, shaking off the spinning feeling in your head, "Water," you whined, weakly reaching out to the chill bottle by your side. 

The room slowly levelled out, turning into a cosy temperature. You sit up, checking the time, "11 pm" it reads. "How long was I in here for?" you mumbled, gradually feeling small in the large room. Your phone rang, "Hello?" you answered, putting it on speaker. "Agi, where are you? The boys are planning to head home early today," Changbin said, pressing his phone against his shoulder. You hummed, "Still in the room, was touching up on some parts," you said, picking at your fingers.

Changbin sighed in concern, "Do you want Hyunjinnie to be with you? He said he wouldn't mind helping," he suggested. You shook your head on instinct, "No, no. I'll be okay. I already know which parts to pay attention to," you reassured, feeling your heart ache when you heard Changbin's initial sigh. He pursed his lips, "Alright, there'll be dinner on the table if you ever get hungry," he said, tapping Hyunjin's shoulder to say you'd be fine. 

You nodded, "Ahm, I'll see you later," you said before hanging up the call. Changbin heard the beep and sighed, "I'm getting worried about her these days, she's pushing herself too hard," he grumbled, leaning against Hyunjin's shoulder. "Well, at least Hannie and Channie hyung are still in the studio," Hyunjin said, scrolling through his phone to let them know where you are. Changbin hummed, "Yeah," he whispered, staring out the window.

You groaned, hearing your joint crack as you stood, "Let's film a session and monitor from there," you mumbled, setting up your phone. "Tak. Tak. Tak." you whispered, mimicking Minho's usual guidance.   You finished a run-through, grabbing your phone off the stand to watch, "Okay," you huffed, clicking play. You monitored your movement to every detail, the perfectionist in you thriving when you felt a bit satisfied. 

However, when you got near the end, your movement felt a bit uncoordinated, "If I did this with the boys, I'd bump into someone," you winced, clicking your tongue. You huffed, standing up, the cloudy feeling in your head spun but you brushed it off, "Last one," you grumbled, rubbing your throbbing temples. You positioned your phone once more and got to work, trying your hardest to conserve energy so that you limit your movement spacing.

When it got to that section of the song, you were so focused on watching your spacing that you tripped over yourself. "Ah, fuck," you grunted, falling on your arm. Pain shook through your wrist, "Ow, ow. What the fuck," you whimpered, holding it close. You winced, examining the bruise. "Shit," you groaned, trying to flex it but it stung too bad. You leaned your back against the cold mirror, catching your breath, "Hi," you joked, staring into the camera that filmed your fall.

You used the mirror as leverage, helping you up, "I should probably off this," you mumbled, stopping the recording. You sighed, sitting back on the sofa, and pulling your legs close, "I hope it's just a bruise," you whispered, letting your thoughts spiral for a bit. "I should've left earlier," you grumbled, feeling the guilt wash over you from the mistake. You stared blankly at the mirror, eying your body language, judging how unflattering it looked. 

"I have to stop," you chastised, trying to turn your vision away from your reflection but your eyes stayed glued. You gulped, "This is fine," you whispered, swallowing down the tears threatening to spill. "Not now," you mumbled, feeling your lips wobble. You tried taking deep breaths, your fingers carefully digging themselves into your hair, tugging them at the roots. "It's going to pass," you verbalize, rocking gently in your spot.

Tears dripped from exhaustion, stress and general built-up. "Hurts," you choked up, curling yourself tighter. Your head pulsed and you wanted nothing more than to melt. With sniffles, you hesitantly guided your thumb towards your lips. You exhaled through your nose, sucking softly on your makeshift pacifier. 'This isn't a good idea' you thought, slowly letting your headspace come through. You continued sucking, feeling the throb in your head subside, when the practice room door quietly opened.

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, seeing the empty room. He double-checked the room number with the one Hyunjin sent him and this was the one. "Baby?" he whispered, stepping in to look for you. A sight in the mirror caught his eye, he turned to face the mirror only to see your curled-up figure on the sofa. Jisung slowly moved towards you, squatting down before rubbing your back. You flinched at the sudden touch, curling inwards to hide your face.

Jisung cooed, shushing you, "It's just me, baby," he reassured, smiling when your body relaxed after recognising his voice. "Why are you all curled up, hm?" he asked, the touch on your back didn't stop. You shakily slipped out your injured wrist, face still buried between your knees. Jisung noticed the growing bruise, eyes widening as his mind spun to figure out how this happened. "Did you fall?" he asked, rubbing your injured hand carefully.

You nodded, tears soaking your pants once more. Jisung frowned, stroking your hair, "Let's get you patched up, baby," he said, kissing the top of your head. You whined, wanting to keep sucking on your thumb in peace. "Sweet girl, we need to get this wrapped," he cooed, rubbing your shoulders. You huffed, peeking out from your hiding. Jisung's heart clenched, your face blotchy with tears stained, the thumb you were sucking on pruned from your drool, "Aww, baby," he said, pulling you onto his lap.

You sniffled, nuzzling against his collarbone. Jisung chuckled, lifting you "Come on, baby. Channie hyung is waiting for us," he said, readjusting until you're comfortable. You hooked your chin over his shoulder, a pout etched on your lips. Jisung went to the first aid box, grabbing some external gel with some bandages, "Channie hyung with help wrap it, okay?" he whispered, carrying you towards Chan's direction.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, seeing you cling onto Jisung, "Is she alright?" he asked, rubbing your back. Jisung shook his head, "The baby fell and hurt her wrist," he explained, handing Chan the stuff. "Did it look bad?" he asked, gently taking your injured hand into his to examine. You whimpered, burying your face into Jisung's neck. Jisung hummed, "It just looks like an external bruise, if the pain prolong after a few days perhaps a check-up wouldn't hurt," he said, patting your back.

Chan frowned, carefully applying the ointment, "I know it hurts, angel. Bare with me, okay?" he cooed, chest tightening at your weak whimpers. He wrapped your wrist firmly, "This should be enough pressure," he said, kissing your forehead. Jisung adjusted your position, not wanting you to slip down, "Ready to go home, baby?" he asked, carrying you towards the car. You grumbled, sleep coaxing over you. 

Chan chuckled, starting the engine, "Guess someone is sleepy," he said, watching Jisung buckle you in from the front mirror. Jisung cooed, "She is, such an adorable sweetheart," he said, brushing your hair from your face. Chan hummed, "At least she can sleep well tonight," he sighed, worry seeping into his body. Jisung kissed the top of your palm, "Yeah, at least there's that," he mumbled. The drive was peaceful, with only the sounds of the low radio music and car vibrations aiding your sleep.

Jisung unbuckled your sleeping figure, "Hyung when do you think they'll admit that they're a little?" he whispered, not wanting to wake you up. Chan sighed, "I don't think anytime soon," he admitted, unlocking the front door. "I hope they do it under their own accord and not by a forced situation," Jisung mumbled, holding you tight. Chan smiled, "Even if that happens, we'll be one step behind her," he reassured, patting Jisung's hair. 

[doitforbangchan]

Ohh I have a question, in what situations can a baby growl at boys? Will any of the members show their dominance over her if this happens (Minho, Seungmin or alphas)? interesting😘

hello darling thank you for asking ❤️

baby really isn’t much of a growler- probably has never really growled at anyone in her life- but i do think there might be a few exceptions.

perhaps if one of the alphas or the more deviant betas *cough* 2min *cough* is picking on one of the softer boys like lix hannie or jinnie and they take it too far, making a soft boy™️ cry; it would definitely piss her off and she might just let out a growl at the offender.

another reason is if she is pregnant and someone messes with her nest! she would not tolerate it and whoever did it is getting a verbal walloping. though if this happens they would all be much more tolerant with her than what i mention below.

i think she had definitely gotten close to growling at min before like when they had that confrontation at the campsite but thankfully that was broken up before hand because that would not have flown with him

the pack boys all kinda react differently in a situation like this.

chan at first would think it’s kinda funny. like aw precious baby thinks she’s big and strong enough to growl at her alpha? cute. he’d smirk at her and pat her head condescendingly, kiss her on the cheek sweetly before whispering in her ear to watch the tone and that’s her only warning.

min.. now he would be personally insulted- disrespected even. How dare an omega growl at him? he would have to show her exactly what happens if she wants to continue to act up. it would go similarly to this

changbin hyunjin and felix are gonna have similar reactions. they would be taken aback, like 'what the fuck was that' as they didn't think their little omega was even capable of growling at them. their feelings are hurt and they are pretty quiet afterwards.

jisung is bursting into tears. he is so sorry he did anything to make baby that upset that she growled at him and he hugging her and kissing on her until he can smell her calm down

seungmin takes it as an invitation. like 'oh we're playing the dominance game now are we?' bet. he makes good on that suggestion of getting her a collar and dragging her around his room by it. "If you wanna growl like a dog I'll treat you like one"

and then theres jeongin. our youngest alpha gets turned on by it. the sound that comes from her is so guttural and throaty and just holds this air of authority (or at least an attempt at it) that he imagines her doing it while riding him and biting into him. possible switch innie? he is hauling her over his shoulder, himself growling in return but not out of anger, out of lust.

ALSO i want to add that omega would growl at somebody who offends or bad mouths her pack mates. yall remember brynn from chapt 13? yeah with that bitch its growling on site. and fists.

I hope this answered the question lol thank you again for asking 💝

[jayjj7]

chapter 7. helping (half written)

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a/n: thank you for 300 followers omg❤️

hanni and haerin arrive at the vet that you work out in a panic not knowing what’s wrong with haerins cat, kitty. haerin is holding kitty close to her chest like one would hold an infant. kitty had been throwing up regularly for the past week but after some medication you prescribed her it stopped, though it was a very small amount because you just suspected kitty just had a stomach ache. hanni, still panicked, was calmer than haerin; she still thinks kitty is fine and just needed more medication.

as they both walk in they are greeted by a lady sitting down peacefully on one of the waiting chairs, 7 vacant leashes in hand. hanni and haerin look around, confused as to why no one is at the reception. but because this was like a second home to the both of them because of how often they’ve visited you on your breaks, they weren’t patient.

“hello?” haerin tries to draw your attention towards her.

“y/n! kitty needs help!” hanni shouts leaning over the counter hoping to make her voice heard.

haerin slightly slaps hannis arm, offended.

“ow!”

“don’t say that, kitty is okay” haerin scolds while petting kitty’s head in comfort.

hearing your name being called after ryo and tae arrived to help with the dogs felt like a call from heaven. an excuse to leave you explain to the boys, “okay dani is coming with the gloves, i’ll be right back to help you all” you jog out of the room. you recognized hannis voice but you assumed it was nothing important and it was just another time she stopped by to say hi.

as you jog to the reception you bump into danielle, throwing you off balance towards the wall, which she quickly holds you by both arms so you don’t fall.

“oh my god i’m sorry!” danielle stares at you, hoping to not irritate you.

“it’s fine, go help the boys with the dogs” you don’t even hold eye contact with her as you leave her grasp and make your way to the front.

“hey what’s going on?” you ask slightly out of breath.

“kitty won’t stop throwing up and i ran out of the medicine you gave her!” haerin looks at kitty while explaining to make sure her cat isn’t distressed.

“oh uh okay,” you’re kind of shocked by this as you thought the medicine given to kitty would stop the sickness.

“here, ill take her into the back and run a few tests but that’ll be a $50 copay” you wince, feeling bad charging your dear friend.

“yeah okay here” haerin doesn’t hesitate as she hands you kitty before inserting her card to pay.

in the inspection room you start off by getting kitty some water and writing down any observations. you decided to place some food for her to eat and see any reactions she may have. after serving the food, all kitty does is sit there and stare at you instead of approaching the food. this happens for several minutes. no matter what you do, she won’t eat.

“maybe dani knows what to do?”

you leave the room to find dani washing the dogs with the boys.

“dani can you come here for a second?”

danielle mouths a ‘thank you’ as she takes her hairnet and gloves off before throwing them away after leaving the room.

as you both arrive to the room where kitty was left, you explain the situation to her. danielle hums in confusion as she listens while kitty is cuddling up to her.

“mmm..? how about this?” she walks over to a cabinet and pulls out a can all the way in from the back before opening said can. danielle picks up kitty in her arms and holds the different kind of food to her while she speaks sweetly to kitty, trying to convince her to eat the food.

confused and somewhat annoyed, you cross your arms thinking that danielle won’t be of any help until kitty eats the food with no concerning reactions.

danielle looks at you and smiles.

“maybe kitty doesn’t like the food her owner gives her, i mean she’s not throwing up. she’s almost finished the food!” danielle laughs as kitty continues eating. you can tell danielle loves her job and every animal she treats. it’s heartwarming seeing her care for animals and the smile on her face after she’s found a solution to a problem.

“she’s also over due for a shot so we should take care of that” she says in a more serious tone while handing kitty over to you after kitty had ate all her food.

you’ve been through this process before: hold the animal in a comfortable yet secure position so that it’s not only hard for them to leave your grasp but also comfortable enough for them to relax. all while someone else injects the medication into the animal. simple enough.

“okay ready? one two three” danielle whispers as she inserts and injects the needle into kitty…or so she thought.

“wow did you even give it to her? it’s almost like she didn’t fee-woah” your amusement was cut short as you feel the medicine being poured into you. your hand was under kitty’s stomach so it was hidden, danielle must’ve not seen your hand and injected the medicine into you instead of kitty.

“oh my god y/n!”

in a slump, tired, and exhausted manner, you hand over kitty back to haerin. “turns out she doesn’t like the…food…you give her” your voice is almost a whisper as you talk with noticeable pauses in between words.

“what? kitty!” haerin takes her cat back in disbelief.

“i told you it was nothing” hanni groans and she holds haerins shoulder.

you lean on the counter with your head facing down and hold up a thumbs up. “she was…due for her shots so we…gave her it-to her” you stumble.

“thank you y/n! see you later!” haerin thanks as she walks out with hanni, both of them waving to you.

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[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hi hi 🩷🫶🏻 before anything i'd like to say that this blog is my comfort space 🥹 idk how to explain it but the vibes are so cozy and fun, not to mention your incredible writing skills! You're amazing, thank you for sharing your talent with us 💓

I also have a fun lil request lol, i was wondering what your ideas and theories are regarding the type of women Will, Hanni and Duncan are into, doesn't have to be 100% accurate obvi but just curious about your pov

Howdyyyy!! Awww omg thank you so much!! This is soooo sweeeeet 😭❤️🥹 I’m really really glad you feel this way about my blog!! Thanks for being around!! ❤️❤️

Hmmm as for preferences I won’t touch the subject of appearance for the sake of reader insert neutrality! But here are some of my ideas on personality:

Duncan

Either the polar (ha!) opposite of himself or someone similar in temperament. He NEEDS to be put in his place from time to time and he likes a woman who can test him and push him.

But he also needs someone who can understand him and the things he has been through, without the cloud of judgement over his past mistakes or actions. He needs (like all three men, honestly) some softness in his life. Someone who can remind him of why it’s worth living it, despite all terrible things that have happened or may happen. He needs constancy too, bc no one in the past has stayed for him (ooooof its true even if it hurts). He’s very much into physical touch, so someone affectionate for sure. Maybe borderline clingy, even. He’s been so starved for it for so long it’s what he yearns for.

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Will

First and foremost, someone PATIENT. Will has his quirks and things he’s very particular about, so he needs someone who’s understanding of that. When he becomes withdrawn or is in a bad mood, patience is important for knowing when he needs space and time. Also, because he is a fisher and he will 100% bring you along with him, so it’s pivotal.

Ideally, someone who has similar dry humor as him. Able to keep him in check and ground him when he feels himself becoming unmoored. Someone he can be comfortable enough with to just be in companionable silence. He is also, unsurprisingly, very much touch starved, so affection is more than welcome. Someone tender hearted is his weakness.

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Hannibal

Some of Hannibal’s favorite qualities are a quick wit and a certain level of cunning. He values intelligence, both street smarts and book smarts. Above all though, he cares most about loyalty, open mindedness, and clear communication (it may seem terribly ironic, but if he lets you get close to him, it’s a requirement).

He needs someone who sees him for who he truly is, and love him regardless. Trust is literally of utmost importance!! But while he loves doting on his partner, he definitely likes to be a lil spoiled in return. Contrary to Duncan, I believe he wouldn’t be very into someone super clingy, but he still likes to get loved on for sure!

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[elly99]

pho-ever

Hanni was in Chicago for Lollapalooza. Just over five years ago she sat next to you everyday at school. Hanni was a Gucci ambassador. But in one of her pictures you see her wearing the socks you got for her way back when.

You were surprised to say the very least. It had been quite a while since you'd stopped communicating regularly. Maybe the occasional birthday greeting or 'how are you' only for things to fizzle out after a few days. Though you missed how it used to be, when not a day went by where you weren't talking, you understood that your lives were very different now. But still you wonder why she would do this now after all this time.

Would it be worth asking her? You did miss her after all. Why not ask an old friend how she was doing? You had nothing better to do at 3 in the morning.

"hey hanni! just wanted to ask you how you've been doing. i know you're probably quite busy right now so no worries if you can't reply right away. chookas for tomorrow!!"

You were going to leave it there and try to get some sleep, but to your astonishment she replies almost immediately.

"heeeyyy!! thank you!! i'm doing great! just a little nervous for tomorrow but i know it'll be fun. it's so nice hearing from you again!! how have you been? i was thinking about you recently"

"oh really? cuz i saw you posted a picture with those socks"

"yeah man! i'm never gonna lose these!! they mean a lot to me"

That hit somewhere deep in your heart.

"really?"

"what do you mean really? don't act surprised!!"

"well i am! i mean we don't talk as much as we used to. and you haven't been back in melbourne for so long"

"doesn't mean i'd forget about one of my best friends!"

"you still consider me that?"

"of course! don't you?"

"pho-ever hahaha"

"pho-ever ❤️"

You take a minute to think about what to say next.

"hey hanni honestly the real reason i texted was because i've been missing you a lot recently. i went through high school and i'm in uni now but after you left i just never had another friend like you. nobody ever got me like you did. and i know we've changed and grown up a lot since then but i feel like you'd still get me. you've always been special to me. so yeah i've just been feeling a little lonely lately"

Instantly you regret sending something so heavy. And your worry only builds as the minutes go by without a reply. But she surprises you for the third time that night. Because she's calling.

"Hey, brooo! It's been so long! It's good to see you again!"

You'd seen so many photos and videos of her since she debuted but there was something so strange about seeing her like this on your screen. She was the perfect juxtaposition of dazzling stardom and warm, nostalgic familiarity. She was still the Hanni you loved from all those years ago but it felt like you were meeting her for the first time again.

"Sup, bro," you chuckle. "It's good seeing you, too! I wasn't expecting you to call. Sorry I look like a mess. It's 3 AM."

"Oh, yeah! It's really late for you! Well, I just wanted to call quickly to say that I miss you a lot, too. You know being here in Chicago has had me thinking a lot. Like, it's hard to believe that I've come so far and I'm really so grateful and honored."

"But you deserve it, Hanni! You've worked so hard to get where you are now. I'm so proud of you, by the way."

"Aw, thanks, man! But, yeah. Sometimes I find myself missing the simpler days. Everything's moving so fast now and sometimes I just wanna go back to the old days of just messing around at school. With you and all our old friends. That's why I wore those socks. Just to remind myself of where I came from. Of all the people that are so important to me."

You catch yourself tearing up at her words.

"Hey, Hanni, we didn't ever say 'I love you' to each other, did we? I don't think that's something we ever said to each other. I mean, kids don't really have a good grasp of that, right? But as I grew older and realized just how important you were to me, I was like, 'Yeah, I love this girl.' So, yeah. Just thought I should say that," you laugh nervously at your sudden confession.

"And I love you, too! I guess my way of saying that back then was sitting next to you everyday," she laughs with you, her radiant smile easing your nerves. "I know I haven't been able to visit in years and I'm really sorry about that! But I promise as soon as I'm able I'll come see you. I'm also sorry I haven't kept in touch as much recently but I hope you know I think about you a lot. I'm sure when we meet up again it'll be like nothing changed. We can go back to singing What Makes You Beautiful like there's no tomorrow."

"God, I miss that."

You make eye contact and you recognize her look just as she recognizes yours.

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE!!!"

This time you laugh together and it really was as if nothing had changed.

"Speaking of what makes you beautiful, you should go get your beauty sleep. It's so late!"

"You're right. I should at least try to be a functioning human, right? But thanks so much for calling, Hanni. I really appreciate it. You're the best."

"Hey, no problem, man! I really missed hearing your voice. Reminds me of home."

You have no answer for her sweetness.

"And whenever you feel lonely, remember I'm always here, ok? Just text me any time! I'm always here for you. I'll do my best to send you my own updates from time to time as well."

"Alright, will do, bro. Have fun tomorrow! I know you're gonna devour it."

"I'll do my best!"

"You always do. See ya, Hanni!"

"Good night! Get lots of sleep, have sweet dreams and eat well tomorrow! Love yaaa!"

She was too good for the world.

After the call you smile to yourself in the dark. Deep down you knew that, no matter how much time passed or how much distance there was between the two of you, you both still had a piece of each other in your hearts. Since she left years ago she had gotten herself new jeans but she'd keep those old socks pho-ever.

[the-roo-too]

can i request for hanni alphabet? thanks ❤️ - 🌸

candy -> pham hanni ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- when hanni writes things, she often gets too critical of herself. thus, she admires how you sometimes gently coax the pen out of her hands just to hug her and remind her that not every lyric she produces has to be perfect <33

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- your back (💀) as in if you’re taller than her you are cmon no one is shorter than hanni then she loves to get piggyback rides from you!!

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- so you know how she’s shorter than you? well hanni is the big spoon, because someone needs to be the man in this relationship

dates (what’s her ideal date)- hanni loves stay-in dates, where you both just listen to one direction 😙 alternatively you can buy/bake with her bread

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- very loud, very expressive, the type to hit you when she’s laughing

family (does she want one)- maybe? hanni has better things to worry about let’s be honest

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yes!! duh, she’s a angry little sh when you refuse to hold her hand

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- would blink really slowly, not believing you just hurt yourself on her guard. next, depending on how badly you got hurt, she would either rush to help you and/or yell at you

jokes (does she like to joke around)- remember when i said she hits you while laughing? that’s because you don’t laugh at her dad jokes

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- veri soft like mwah 🤭 cute smooches. if she was tall enough, she would smooch your forehead every chance given but she isn’t

love (what’s her love language)- the passive aggressive way of treating you is basically how she expresses her love. yes, she whines when you say she’s short but at least you don’t get bitten because of that, unlike minji

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- you coming to the studio with drinks for everyone during recording of omg. that’s how you won the rest of nwjns over btw 💪

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- she’s all over you, literally. hanni turns liquid during the night and she hogs you at least you’re warm

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- the tsundere-ish approach she has to other people 😨 not u tho, she loves you

pet names (what does she like to call you)- bunny/tokki, cutie, lovely! mostly wholesome

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- marvel movies! hanni loves movies, especially marvel, so a must during the week for you both is sitting down during the evening and watching at least one movie

rush (does she rush into things)- yes 💀 in many aspects: you mentioned once you liked a particular breed of cats, she had one by your doorstep by the next morning, all panicked because the cat nuzzled into her. you liked a pair of rings you saw while passing by a shop and she bought them, even tho they were wedding bands 👍

secrets (how open is she with you)- oversharing? me thinks yes! wdm you don’t wanna listen to how minji made her coffee with spilled milk by accident but tried to put on a brave face and puked it out during practice later?

time (how long did it take for her to confess)- 0.46 seconds, she was smitten the moment you walked by. hanni thanks those above that her members weren’t there to witness how she fell to her knees, begging for your number and/or a date

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she stops the goofyines, her baby is sad! tries to understand what and how she can help you :((

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- not really? hanni believes in bunnies or just, gay people. it can’t get that bad if you two come out, right?

warrior (how often do you fight)- you don’t fight, unless you don’t like one direction. then hanni’s all smitten with you all the time, but turns away with her headphones during car rides, pouting at you

x-ray (is she able to read you)- yea 🫡 she gets all the quirky things you do, making her a translator for all your shared friends

yes (how would she propose to you)- as if she had time to worry about things like that bruh. there’s a comeback happening, wanna come over to the studio and have some fun with the girls?

zen (what makes her feel calm)- remember watching movies with her? if hanni had a rougher day, she loves to put her head on your lap and just kinda stay there, with you. makes her feel calm and safe <3

part of [the fluff series]

[sserajeanspics]

hanni twitter update

💛 blonde & burgundy ❤️ Thank you so much Milan!! I had an absolute blast!! 🐰 Bunnies~~~ I'm always thankful to you~~~ Good day and good night! ✨

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[reveworld]

Hello! Can I request a IdolNiki x Idolreader were shes a member of newjeans but stands out because she is more boyish, and one they they mc together and fans directly notice the connection they have and she gets a lot of hate but then Niki himself post on Weverse and protects her and kinda reveals that they are actually together? I think this would be hella funny, so yeah have a great day bye!

Of Course!!

My Dearest

idol!niki x idol!reader

warnings: You get hate for having a “masculine” look

“Y/n!” your manager called out. “Hm?” You questioned. “Would you like to be a guest mc on music bank?” You smiled and replied “sure! When?” Your manager looked you in the eye, “In 5 hours.” You jumped up, “Why didn’t you ask me earlier,” She gave you a sweet smile and said, “C’mon; Let’s get going.” You grabbed your bag and ran after her.

When you got to the KBS building you saw that your boyfriend was also there. “Y/n!” he called out. “Hey Niki,” you smiled at him. The two of you met up in the hallway and hugged each other, not minding the staff following you. “I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” The tall boy said, looking directly into your eye and smiling. Because of your conflicting schedules it had been a bit since you’ve seen him in person.

“Ok you two,” his manager spoke. “Cmon, you need to get ready.” The two of you looked back into each others eyes and laughed before walking into your own dressing rooms. “I had them prepare something that suits you for todays outfit!” your manager spoke proudly. “Thank you,” you laughed.

After you’d finished getting dressed you walked out from behind the curtain and over to the makeup chair. You picked up your phone, opening Weverse to talk to Bunnies.

You uploaded a selca with the caption “Soon ❤️”. You smiles as comments questioning what the caption meant start flooding in. After replying to some comments, you get a text from Niki saying, “Cute selca.” you reply with the blushing emoji. You can practically hear his laugh as he replies with a “haha”.

Next thing you know, Niki and yourself were practicing for the interview section. He kept messing you up by making faces and so you decided to mess with him in return, causing the director to give you a 5 minute break. The two of you go and sit against a wall. “I cannot stand you sometimes,” you tell him with a laugh. “Aw, I love you too!” he responds. “Wait,” he says pulling out his phone. “Let’s take a picture.” You look at him and nod as he snaps a few pictures of you looking at him without you knowing. The break was over and the director was calling you back for the final take, the real interview.

“Hello everyone! We are today’s Mubank guests..” the two of you say in sync. “Ni-ki,” “and Y/n!” The interview goes smoothly other than the many looks you give each other. Your manager watches mentally face palming herself for taking this opportunity. After it ended, it was time for you and the other New Jeans girls to preform “OMG”.

The performance went over well and would’ve been done in one take if not for Hanni’s shoe falling off. You picked up you phone to see a text from Niki saying “Just ignore them dear.” You raised you eyebrow in confusion and opened twitter.

“Y/nki” was trending. ‘Oh God..’ was all you could think. Clicking on the tab, there were hundreds of comments saying stuff like, “Ni-ki shouldn’t like her, he’s so much better.” and “She’s probably forcing himself on her, he would never like a fake girl.” You couldn’t help but feel hurt, ignoring what Niki had texted you.

He kept sending reassuring texts but you chose to ignore them. You tried not to cry as the girls we having fun in the car ride home. When you got home, there was a surprise waiting in your room. None other than Riki Nishimura himself. He smiled at you and walked over to hug you.

With the comfort of the hug and the hate you’ve been getting, you started to cry. He gently scratched your back and carried you over to your bed, laying you down and then laying down next to you. He just held you and never let go, after a while you felt yourself start to feel tired. After a minute of your eyelids feeling heavy, you fell asleep in his arms. He smiled to himself, whispered an I love you, and kissed your forehead.

The next morning you were in your bed alone. You sighed already missing your boyfriend, but knowing he has a busy schedule you forced yourself to cheer up a bit. You opened your phone to your friends texting you, telling you to open Enhypen’s Weverse. You were rightfully confused but did it anyways. You saw a post:

🌟 니키 : My dearest. With the picture he took of the two of you sitting by the wall, you staring at him with stars in your eyes and him smiling.

Of course fans went crazy, both Bunnies and Engenes. You smiled texted the boy a simple, “I love you.” and went on with your day.

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☆ authors note:: i’m sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind, i tried my best 😭😭. Have a wonderful day/night/afternoon ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Chapter 77: My Knees (Finale)

A/n: it is the end of an era. But a new era beginning. I would love if y’all would comment your favorite part of SMIY🥺 I have really loved and was shocked by how many people loved this story. Thank you so much and I hope you might enjoy some of my other stuff❤️. Staytiny look forward to my next smau coming VERY soon. 🐶🐿️❤️thank you guys for reading smiy 🥺

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Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Reader

Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship

Updates: Completed.

Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+ Themes (eventually), Intense threats, Mention of suicide, Mention of violence

Summary: Privacy. Normalcy. Love. Y/n was ready to give all of that up when she became an idol. She was more than happy with the absence of those qualities in her life until a certain six foot mountain of sunshine and chaos was cast opposite her in her first drama. Confronted with the fact that she no longer knows what she wants; Y/n must decide if he's truly worth giving up the life she's dreamed of... and how much damage she'll let happen before she makes a decision.

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hello! can i request a lee! han and ler! seungmin!! I was thinking the content could be something like.. Jisung felt insecure about himself and Seungmin wanted to make him smile and feel better?? Thanks so much!! love your work!!!

ABSOLUTELY

You’re Not a Burden, Never Could Be

Pairings: Han x Seungmin 🐿🐶

Genre: tword + hurt/comfort🤗❤️‍🩹

AN: I am not 110% positive how everyone's dorm is set up (other than one dorm being 3racha + Hyunjin and the other dorm being Lee Know + the maknaes). I don't know if they are separate floors or separate buildings irl but for the time being in this fic its separate floors lol. Enjoy!❤️

Everyone has their off days, and today that was the case for Han. He knew he was an outstanding rapper, vocalist, dancer, producer, member, and everything in between, but there were days where he questioned his talent. Today, he spent a large chunk of time in the studio trying to bust out as many lyrics as possible for a song he was writing. The poor thing didn't get much sleep, because when an idea would pop into his head, he would write it down. The time spent in the studio went longer than he had hoped. His original plan was to go home for a few hours to rest before they had dance practice in the evening, but when he checked the clock, he was going to have a whopping total of five minutes before he had to go to one of the practice rooms.

'shit', he thought. He was kicking himself for not getting as much done as he wanted in the span of time he was hoping. He was tired and ready to rest but depending on how practice went, they could either get home at 9 pm or 2 am. Han saved his work and quickly changed into more comfortable clothes when before making a b line to the practice room. Dance normally helps Han distract himself from everything else that he has to work on, but when it came to practicing his rapping live while dancing, he found himself stumbling over his words or stumbling over his feet. He was an ace, why was he struggling? He's human. thats why. Han was praying no one was annoyed with him or thinking less of him, and of course no one did. They all knew everyone had off days, but that didn't bug Han any less. He hardly talked at all during practice, only responding when someone would say "Okay lets practice this" or "okay lets run through this again". Han was exhausted. Luckily, Lee Know and Bang Chan are both saints and dance practice lasted only a few hours, allowing everyone to go home at 9 pm. The two oldest knew how hard everyone has been working on the album, and they are all aware how much goes into an album. While everyone was packing their bags Seungmin walked up behind Han and gently put a hand on his shoulder, making sure he wouldn't startle the other.

"You alright, Han?" Seungmin asked. Han kept his focal point on his zipper, distracting himself from the stinging behind his eyes.

"I'm just tired, Minnie," Han whispered, trying to keep his voice at bay. It wasn't a total lie; he was tired, but not just physically. Seungmin really didn't want to push until he saw Han's eyes get watery. Han closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

"Thats good Hannie, breathe, there you go," Seungmin said quietly as he lightly rubbed his fellow September brother's back, trying not to draw attention to the pair. He did this a couple times before Han was sure his eyes weren't too watery anymore. He gave Seungmin a tightlined smile and patted his shoulder.

"Thanks Seungmin," he said kindly. Seungmin nodded and kept his hand on Han's back all the way out to the car. It wasn't too long of a car ride, but while they were in the car Han kept his headphones on and stared out the window. His phone suddenly pinged, and he saw Seungmin’s name pop up.

“I’m here if you want to talk”.

Han smiled before replying

“Maybe when we get home”. The guys didn’t question it when Seungmin followed Han into the 3racha+Hyunjin dorm. Seungmin told Lee Know he’d be back before midnight. Seungmin and Han went to Han’s bedroom, shutting the door softly. Han set his headphones aside while Seungmin sat on the bed crisscrossed, letting Han take his time.

“It’s really not that big of a deal…just feeling…I don’t know insecure about my work lately…” Han trailed off. Seungmin nodded, letting Han say everything he wants to say before the younger September brother could give his two sense.

“I was already sort of struggling today with lyrics, and I got in my head, and it kind of followed into dance practice. The more I overthought, the harder it was to focus. I was focusing too much and too little if that makes sense?” Han asked, making eye contact contact with Seungmin. The younger of the two nodded.

“It makes sense, I know what you mean,” he said reassuringly. Han scratched the back of his neck before letting out a slightly frustrated sigh.

“I’m sorry I’m like this…” he whispered, his voice slightly shaky. Seungmin shook his head.

“No no no none of that, Hannie,” Seungmin said gently before pulling Han into a hug. The rapper didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Seungmin and burry his face into his shoulder.

“You’re doing amazing, Han, and I’m not saying that just as a friend. You are extremely talented, you’re a hard worker, and a kick ass ace. Its perfectly normal to have off days. Everybody has them. So please don’t apologize for being human, yeah?” Seungmin said as he started rubbing Han’s back. Han nodded into his shoulder, too scared to speak because if he does he’s worried he’ll start crying.

“Now, where that cute quokka smile I love so much?” Seungmin asked before using one hand to poke Han’s ribs. The other squeaked as he folded in on himself, trying to protect his sensitive rib cage Seungmin was attacking.

“Nohoho I’m too sahahad to be lahahaughing,” Han whined, but his whines mixed with giggles so fluently it was just too cute.

“And that is completely valid but I wanna hear you laugh!” Seungmin smiled as he took his over hand and started squeezing both of Han’s ribs. He squealed before falling back on his bed, kicking himself because now Seungmin had full access to his torso. He poked and prodded and squeezed and wiggled his fingers on Han’s ribs, eventually moving down to his abs. Han threw his head back as his giggles turned into laughter.

“Minniehehehehehe it’s so bahahahahad!” he laughed as he tried grabbing a hold of Seungmin’s wrists. Seungmin was way too quick and sped up the attack, leaving Han no chance but to just cross his arms over his stomach in attempt to block Seungmin’s fingers. It worked for a solid 5 seconds until Seungmin decided to lay on top of Han, grab his arms with one hand, and pin them to his chest, giving Seungmin access not only to his tummy, but his tummy that was now completely exposed given that his shirt has risen above his belly button. Seungmin dug his fingers into Han’s abs, forcing squeaky laughs to erupt from the rapper.

“SEUNGMINNIEHEHE *squeak* IHIHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD *squeak*”

“You’re so cuuuuute!” Seungmin sang over Han’s adorable laughter. Han couldn’t move at all, all he could do was kick his feet and shake his head, but he had to admit that all the laughing was making him feel better. Seungmin had one more idea before letting him go. He didn’t even warn the poor kid; all he did was push his arms further up his chest, trapping Han’s arms with his forearm, and blowing the longest raspberry on Han’s belly button. Han went ballistic.

“NAHHHHHAHAHAHA YOU SUHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU SUCK SO BAHAHAHAHAD!” Han screeched.

“Rude! I was going to only give you one raspberry but now you need to be punished!” Seungmin declared. He blew raspberry after raspberry while using his other hand to scratch at Han’s lower tummy. Seungmin definitely took notes on when Lee Know would torture them.

“NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA I’M SORRYHEHEHEHEHEHE MINNIE PLEAHEHEHEASE I’M HAPPY I’M HAPPY I’M HAPPYHEHEHE” Han screamed before he fell into silent laughter. Seungmin stopped the raspberry’s and slowed down on the tickles. Han was a giggly mess catching his breath as Seungmin stared at him and smiled.

“You okay Hannie?” Seungmin asked. Han nodded, giggles continuing to flow from his mouth.

“I’m feeling much better Minnie, thank you,” he said pulling the younger down on top of him, wrapping his arms around his figure. Seungmin returned the hug, not without jabbing Han’s ribs a couple times. Han shouted out protests before Seungmin completely stopped.

“You’re such a menace,” Han laughed as Seungmin gave him puppy dog eyes.

“A menace who loves you and is always here for you,” Seungmin said, getting super shy all of a sudden. Han smiled and held him close.

“I know you are.”