#yay chuu content in aus!

[loonavrsl]

240612 CHUU-log 🍓CHUU's vlog before the come back⭐️ Going to Melbourne for the music video shoot🦘💨[ENG SUB]

[nopeleavemealoone]

for the camping AU, i imagine dazai trying and failing the make a fire (he can’t actually make a fire but hes gaslighting himself into believing he’s intentionally not making a fire so that he can force chuuya to do it) but as dazai wanders off to get chuuya, akutagawa goes over and manages to get a fire started. Dazai returns and is momentarily disappointed, but chuu is like “yay we can make s’mores and I didn’t have to make a fire for shitty dazai” so dazai sees happy chuu and is content again, he thanks aku, and aku blanks and is like “gasp… v a l i d a t i o n”

aku is the assigned camp fire maker from then on

[starry-kfics]

ink poisoning [changbin]

mel here for day 4 of appreciating stray kids, with our soft little shadow boy binnie binnie changbinnie!! if you like soulmate aus, i’ve been writing one for every boy’s appreciation day (can be found on my masterlist)

word count: 1951

warnings: mild cursing (hell, etc.)

author: mel

extra info: soulmate au where whatever you write on your skin shows up on theirs, and vice versa

♡

You woke with a start one day, after a particularly bad dream. You couldn’t quite remember what it was about, but it left you with tears staining your cheeks. Grabbing your pen, you hoped that he was awake.

‘Changbin?’  You scribbled onto your hand, knowing that if he was awake, he tended to like to wear sweaters, covering up any writing you might put on your forearm.

'Yes, Y/N?’ Came the reply, in his familiar and somewhat messy handwriting along your forearm, signalling that he had pulled up his sleeve for a full conversation.

'Why are you awake?’

'I could ask you the same’

'I had a bad dream’

'What happened in it?’

'I don’t remember’

'You should try to go back to sleep’

'Why are you awake?’

'Working’

'Don’t stay up too late, Binnie’

'I won’t, jagi, now go to sleep’

'Fine’

'I’ll talk to you later’

'You better’

'Y/N, sleep’

Even though you’d never heard Changbin’s voice, you could almost feel the stern tone he had through his note.

It had been nearly a year since your soulmate indicator was activated. You and Changbin had never tried to met up, exchange numbers, call each other, or even email each other. Why? You didn’t quite know, there was something comforting about just being able to write to him, as if he was your own personal pen pal. Something secure about it, as if you were safe from any sort of rejection. That idea in itself was ridiculous, you two were soulmates. But that lingering fear was still in you, keeping you from ever trying to take it further with Changbin.

And he didn’t try either, so you imagined that he had the same thoughts as you. Which you were perfectly content with.

Your friends and family always nagged at you to meet this boy that you couldn’t shut up about and were definitely head over heels for, but you couldn’t bring yourself to.

“Y/N, turn that light off.” Your friend Jiwoo grumbled from the air mattress on the floor.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, forgetting that you were having a sleepover together while you both were back in town for winter break.

Not wanting to upset her any more, you quickly leaned over to click your lamp off. Rolling over in your bed and pulling your blanket tighter around you, you slowly drifted off back to sleep.

When you woke up again, you saw that Jiwoo wasn’t in her bed, and heard the shower running. You chuckled to yourself at how at home she made herself in your home, and grabbed your pen before heading towards the kitchen.

“Morning, Mom.” You greeted the woman in the kitchen with a yawn and a smile.

“Morning, Y/N.” She looked up from her book for a moment. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

“For what?”

“Jiwoo told me you all are going to brunch.”

“First I’ve heard.”

“Well you should go get ready. It sounds like she just got out of the shower, and if I remember she’s not very patient.”

“She’s not.” You agreed, traipsing back to your room to choose what to wear.

As Jiwoo did her makeup in the bathroom, and you got changed in your room, a small doodle on your wrist caught your attention. You chuckled when you saw that it was meant to be Gyu, the Pokemon plush Changbin has. Drawing next to it, you added a couple little hearts before returning to your outfit. You knew that Changbin must be bored, he only doodled if he had nothing better to do.

'Y/N~~~~~~’

'Binnie~~~~’

'I’m bored’

'I can tell’

'We should play a game’

'I wish I could, but I’m going out with my friend’

'Fine, have fun!’

'Thanks, jagi, I’ll write to you later’

“Y/N! What’s taking so long?” Jiwoo’s voice suddenly penetrated through your door, accompanied by loud knocks as her fist slammed against the wood.

“You’re so impatient, Chuu!” You retorted, calling her by the cutesy nickname you knew would usually calm her down.

“Sorry,” She uttered in a much softer tone. “I’m just really excited.”

“It’s just brunch.” Shaking your head, you straightened out your shirt and took one more look in the mirror.

“I just have a really good feeling about this brunch.”

“Well now I’m suspicious.”

Swinging the door open, you were met with a smiling Jiwoo, who immediately grabbed your arm to pull you towards the front door. You managed to grab your purse and yell out a goodbye to your mom before being yanked onto the streets. Jiwoo and you kept up an amicable conversation as you walked, and when you brought your hand up to brush a piece of hair out of your face, you saw it. A giant scribbled mess along your arm and hand.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jiwoo snorted, to which you frowned.

“He must be trying to get my attention.” You desperately tried to find a blank space to write back to him.

'Binnie, what’s wrong?’

'Nothing’

'Then what’s with the mess?’

'My friends were writing inappropriate things so I had to scribble them out. For your sake’

'What kind of things?’

'You really don’t want to know’

'Did they draw penises?’

'How did you know?’

'All of your friends are immature 12 years olds’

'Jeongin wants you to know that he’s actually 18’

'Jeongin can go choke’

'Y/N’

'Changbin’

'You made him cry’

'Whoops?’

'They’re fake tears, because he’s a little bitch’

'Oh my god’

'I’ve got to go, Chan is assaulting me now for calling him that’

'Don’t get killed, bye jagi’

'I’ll try’

Capping your pen, you saw that Jiwoo had stopped you two, but not in front of the brunch place. “Why are we at the mall?”

“You need new clothes.” She declared, leading the way to one store. “A brunch outfit!”

“What’s wrong with my current one?”

“Nothing, it’s cute. But you should be looking hot.”

“What are you on today, Chuu?” You raised an eyebrow as your friend started rifling through racks of clothes.

“Nothing new!”

“But seriously, I’m not buying a new outfit just for brunch, I barely have enough cash to pay for said brunch.”

“I’ll pay for it!” Chuu chirped, grabbing a shirt to go with the bottoms she chose, then a jacket before speeding over towards the shoes.

“You’re crazy, I’m not letting you buy me an outfit just to go to brunch.”

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not.” You grabbed her arm to stop her from calling for an assistant to open a dressing room for you. “ChuuChuu, please just stop whatever this is you’re doing.”

As soon as she widened her eyes and stuck out her bottom lip ever so slightly, you were done for. She unfortunately knew just how to get her way. “Fine, I’ll try them on, but no way in hell are you buying these for me.”

“Yay!” Jiwoo squealed, waving over a worker who promptly unlocked the dressing room for you.

So Jiwoo might be acting crazier than usual, but at least she had actually chosen a very cute outfit for you. It was kind of scary how she knew all your sizes and your style perfectly, but that probably came from your nineteen years of friendship.

“Okay, you win. It’s a cute outfit.” You called out to where she waiting outside your door.

“Let me see it!”

Opening to door, you showed to her, doing a small spin at her request. “It’s perfect, Y/N! Give me the tags so I can go buy them, you stay in the clothes, okay?”

Before you could argue, she was already snapping tags off of all the individual items, from the necklace down to the shoes. Gleefully, she ran over to the cash register, and the cashier gave the both of you a strange look before shrugging, going along with your friend’s weird tendencies. Sighing, you gathered up your old clothes, waiting for Jiwoo to return so you could put them in her backpack she always insisted on carrying around.

As the two of you left the store, she had a renewed skip in her step, one that was contagious. You found yourself walking with some confidence too, loving how you felt in this outfit.

Finally, you two were at the brunch place, and just as you were about to grab the door handle, Chuu stopped you. “Hold on.”

“What are you doing, Jiwoo?” You raised an eyebrow, complying as she took out her phone to fervently type something in.

“Give… me… one minute…” She muttered, intently reading whatever the person she was texting had replied with.

Curious, you read her conversation with 'Felix’ over her shoulder, throat closing on itself as you realized what was happening, “Kim Jiwoo, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She whipped around, looking at you fearfully as you were sure you had a murderous look on your own face. “I’m helping you, Y/N.”

“No, I don’t want this!”

“Y/N, come on, they’re right inside.” Jiwoo gestured, and your eyes followed her hand, landing on two guys sitting in the corner booth beside the window.

One of them was Changbin, and you felt like you were going to puke. “No!” You just about yelled, taking off blindly down the street.

“Y/N!” She called after you, but you didn’t reply.

You couldn’t believe that Jiwoo had done this. Organized for you to meet Changbin in person, without your  knowledge, and maybe not even with his either, since she was texting 'Felix’. You were comfortable with your current relationship with Changbin, how dare she take it upon herself to upset that?

You didn’t get very far before another voice yelled your name out, much deeper than Jiwoo’s. Skidding to a stop, your heart thundered in your ears and you couldn’t even bring yourself to turn to look at them. At him. Changbin.

“Y/N,” he repeated, breath heavy from the small chase he gave you.

“Changbin?” You questioned, even thought you were sure it was him.

“Can you please look at me?”

Slowly, you turned around to look at him. He didn’t stand very tall, wore a flannel and black baseball cap, but his eyes were what caught you. They were striking, as if he could know everything about with one look. Of course he already did, you’d poured out most of your soul through your ink and skin conversations.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He said, his mouth quirking up in amusement.

“I’m sorry.”

“For running?”

“Yeah, and for this whole thing happening. I don’t even know how Jiwoo did this.”

“Turns out her and Felix wrote to each other, on our arms, while we were asleep this morning.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Changbin confirmed, and there was still an air of awkwardness between you two. “If it means anything, I didn’t even know about this until we were in the booth and Felix told me that my soulmate was coming, how he knew, and then that my soulmate was the person running away.”

“I’m sure that was a great first impression.” You muttered, and Changbin tilted his head to the side.

“That wasn’t a first impression, I already knew you were amazing.”

“Oh.”

“So, can we go get brunch now? If you’re ready, I mean, I can leave and we can keep giving ourselves ink poisoning if you’d like.”

“You can’t actually get ink poisoning like that.” You immediately retorted, which brought a smile to Changbin’s face. “And I think brunch still sounds good.”

“I know a great place a few streets over,” He suggested, and you raised an eyebrow.

“And leave our friends?”

“I personally don’t want them obsessively watching every interaction between us.”

You let out a light laugh, knowing that Jiwoo would definitely do that. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Let’s go.” Changbin offered his hand out to you, and you shyly took it in yours before starting down the street.