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"IM WORKING"

part 2

genre : angst ? no comfort?

bangchan

The apartment was eerily quiet except for the faint hum of Bang Chan’s laptop and the occasional frustrated sigh that filled the air. He had been holed up in his home studio for hours, working on a new track, his fingers repeatedly pressing and deleting notes that never seemed good enough.

You watched from the doorway, hesitant. His shoulders were tense, his hair disheveled from running his hands through it too many times. The dim glow of the screen cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the exhaustion in his eyes. You knew he was stressed—he always was when a deadline loomed—but this time, it felt different.

Taking a breath, you stepped inside. “Chan?” your voice was soft, careful.

He didn’t respond, too lost in his work. You tried again, a little louder this time. “You’ve been at this for hours. Maybe take a break?”

His fingers froze on the keyboard, and for a second, you thought he would listen. But then, without turning to face you, his voice came out, cold and sharp.

“Can you stop being so clingy for once?”

The words hit like a slap, but before you could react, he kept going, frustration bubbling over. “You’re always hovering, always in my space, always whining when I don’t give you attention. It’s suffocating.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “I was just worried—”

“Worried?” He let out a bitter laugh, finally spinning around in his chair to face you. His eyes were dark with exhaustion, but there was no warmth in them now. “You act like I can’t function without you breathing down my neck. I have work to do, important work. Unlike you, I don’t have the luxury of just sitting around waiting for someone to entertain me.”

Your stomach twisted at his words. “That’s not fair,” you said, voice tight. “I know how much this means to you, but I just wanted to help. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Well, I’m not, okay?” he snapped, standing up so fast his chair nearly tipped over. “I’m exhausted, I’m frustrated, and the last thing I need is you nagging me like some overbearing babysitter. You’re not helping—you’re just making it worse.”

You swallowed hard, blinking back the sting in your eyes. “I’m making it worse?” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper. “You act like I’m some kind of burden just for caring about you.”

Chan ran a hand through his hair, exhaling harshly. “I didn’t ask you to,” he muttered. “I don’t need you constantly checking on me. I need space, I need to focus, and I need you to stop acting like my entire world is supposed to revolve around you.”

Your lips parted slightly, the weight of his words sinking deep into your chest. “That’s how you see me?” you asked, barely believing it. “As someone who just clings to you and gets in the way?”

He didn’t answer immediately. The silence stretched between you, suffocating and heavy, before he sighed and turned back to his desk. “I don’t have time for this,” he mumbled under his breath.

You stared at him, waiting for him to take it back, to look at you, to say something, anything, that didn’t hurt. But he just sat back down, hands moving over his laptop, as if you weren’t even there.

You took a shaky breath and nodded. “Okay,” you whispered. “I get it.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel and walked out, the door clicking shut behind you. He didn’t stop you, didn’t call you back, didn’t say your name.

And the silence that followed was far louder than anything else.

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When Friendship Becomes Love

genre : fluff

You always knew Lee Minho before the world did. Before the sold-out concerts, before the flashing cameras, before millions of fans screamed his name, he was just Minho, your best friend, the boy who always stole your fries and made you laugh until your stomach hurt.

It all started in high school. He was the talented dance prodigy with dreams too big for your small hometown, and you were the one who swore you’d always support him. When he left for Seoul to train, you stayed behind, keeping in touch through late-night calls and inside jokes that never got old.

Even after he debuted as Lee Know of Stray Kids, he never forgot you. He still texted you memes at odd hours, still called when he was stressed, still made time for you in his rare moments of freedom. But something had changed, not in him, not in you, but in the way your heart reacted whenever his name lit up your screen.

You ignored it for years. Convinced yourself it was just admiration, just pride for your best friend who had made it. Until one night, when he showed up at your doorstep unannounced.

"Minho? What are you doing here?" You blinked at him in disbelief, still in your pajamas, holding a half-eaten bag of chips.

He shrugged, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets. "Had a few days off. Thought I’d spend them with my best friend."

Best friend. The words stung more than they should have.

The next few days felt like old times, movie marathons, late-night walks, and laughter filling every quiet moment. But there was something different in his gaze, a lingering touch when he passed you the popcorn, the way his fingers brushed yours and neither of you pulled away.

Then came the moment everything changed.

It was the last night of his visit, and Minho had insisted on taking you somewhere special. He blindfolded you in the car, ignoring your playful protests, and led you carefully down a path. When he finally removed the blindfold, you gasped. You were standing in the middle of a quiet park, fairy lights strung between trees, casting a golden glow over the picnic he had set up just for you.

"Minho... what is this?" You turned to him, eyes wide with disbelief.

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy. "Just thought I'd do something nice before I go back. You always said you wanted a fancy picnic, right?"

Your heart clenched as you looked at the setup, plush blankets, your favorite snacks, even a small speaker playing soft music in the background. But what truly made your breath catch was the small box he pulled from his pocket.

"I got you something." He handed it to you, eyes flickering with uncertainty. "Open it."

You lifted the lid to reveal a delicate silver bracelet, a tiny charm in the shape of a cat dangling from it. It was simple but beautiful, and so unmistakably Minho.

"I saw it and thought of you" he admitted, voice quieter now. "So you'd have something from me, even when we're apart."

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you ran your fingers over the charm. You wanted to say something, to tease him, to tell him he was being too sentimental, but all you could do was stare at him, heart pounding.

Then, he spoke the words that changed everything.

"I think I’ve been in love with you for longer than I want to admit."

Your heart stopped. "Minho—"

"I don’t want to be just best friends anymore," he continued, voice steady despite the vulnerability in his eyes. "Not when I know it could be more."

And in that moment, with the stars above, the soft music playing, and his hand reaching for yours, you realized, maybe you'd been waiting for this all along.

Maybe Lee Minho wasn’t just your best friend.

Maybe he was your something more.

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-MASTER LIST ᝰ.ᐟ

STRAYKIDS:

OT8:

-Im tired, carry me home; hyung line ; maknae line

BANGCHAN:

-"im working"

LEEKNOW:

-"When Friendship Becomes Love"

CHANGBIN:

coming soon

HYUNJIN:

coming soon

HAN:

coming soon

FELIX:

coming soon

SEUNGMIN:

-"Your Dog Hates Me": part1 ; part2 ; part3

-« BETRAYED ME !! »

-SERIOUSLY SEUNGMIN ?

-RANDOM TEXTS WITH SEUNGMIN

JEONGIN:

coming soon

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-"IM TIRED, CARRY ME HOME"ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

-GENRE: fluff, fake texts!!

hyung line

maknae line

[supansa4s]

-"IM TIRED, CARRY ME HOME"ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

-GENRE: fluff, fake texts!!

hyung line maknae line

[supansa4s]

-"Your Dog Hates Me".ᐟ>ᴗ<

– The Unfortunate Encounters

part 1

The first time you meet Seungmin, it’s almost your last day on earth.

Okay, maybe that’s dramatic. But in your defense, you weren’t expecting to be attacked on your peaceful walk through the park.

One second, you’re enjoying the crisp morning air, sipping on your overpriced coffee, and the next—something small, fast, and furious barrels straight into your leg with a growl that is way too aggressive for something under a foot tall.

Your coffee almost goes flying as you stumble back, heart lurching. “What the—”

You look down, and there it is. A Corgi.

A very angry Corgi, to be specific.

Its tiny legs are planted firmly on the ground, ears perked forward in warning, beady little eyes glaring up at you with the kind of pure hatred you’ve only ever seen from toddlers forced to share their toys. The menace even bares its teeth—fully showing them.

Your own eyes widen in disbelief. “Did you just growl at me?”

“Ah,” a voice says lazily. “Yeah, he does that.”

You look up.

Standing a few feet away, holding a leash like it’s just for decoration, is a guy. Tall, dressed in a hoodie and ripped jeans, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other loosely gripping the leash. His dark brown eyes flick over you with mild interest, a smirk already forming on his lips.

You blink. Then gesture wildly at the rabid animal in front of you. “Excuse me?! Your dog just tried to end me!”

The guy—Seungmin, apparently, though you don’t know that yet—shrugs, completely unbothered. “I mean… you’re still standing, so.”

Your jaw drops. “That’s not the point!”

He crouches down, casually ruffling the Corgi’s fur. “What’s your problem, buddy?” he murmurs, watching as the dog continues to glare at you. “They don’t seem that bad.”

Then, as if to personally ruin your day, Seungmin tilts his head up at you and adds, “A little dramatic, maybe.”

Your soul leaves your body. “I—”

Seungmin just tugs lightly on the leash, standing back up. “Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but my dog seems to have decided you’re his enemy now. See you around.”

And just like that, he walks away. No apology. No shame. Just an amused smirk and a Corgi that looks back at you one last time before disappearing with its owner, like it’s making sure you know you lost this round.

You stand there for a full five seconds before muttering, “What just happened?”

—

The second time you see him, it’s at your favorite café. And this time, you notice them first.

You’re waiting in line when you get that weird feeling—like you’re being watched. You shift slightly, glancing over your shoulder, and—yep. There they are.

Seungmin, scrolling through his phone like he has all the time in the world, and his demon dog, sitting at his feet, watching you with the same intensity as a villain in a revenge arc.

You narrow your eyes. The Corgi tilts its head, unimpressed.

Then Seungmin glances up, spots you, and his mouth immediately curves into a knowing smirk.

“Oh?” His voice is way too amused. “Wow. What a warm greeting. You sound like my presence ruined your morning.”

“It did,” you say flatly. “Are you following me?”

Seungmin scoffs, grabbing his coffee. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He nods at the café around you. “You don’t own this place.”

You cross your arms. “Your dog tried to bite my shoelace off last time.”

“Yeah, he’s got great taste.”

Your mouth drops open. “Did you just—”

But Seungmin is already heading toward the exit, waving lazily over his shoulder. “See you around, Enemy #1.”

The door swings shut behind him, and you? You just stand there, fuming.

The barista calls your name, and you take your coffee, still distracted. You barely register the fact that, for some reason, you’re kind of looking forward to running into them again.

—

The third time? That’s when things start feeling… weird.

Because this time, it’s not at a café, or a park, or some neutral third-party location.

It’s outside your apartment building.

You pause mid-step, heartbeat stuttering.

Seungmin is standing just a few feet away, scrolling on his phone while holding his dog’s leash. The same dog who still seems to hate you on a spiritual level, judging by the way its little eyes narrow the second it sees you.

You blink. Seungmin looks up.

And then—you point straight at him. “No. No way. Why are you here?”

He tilts his head, unfazed. “Why are you here?”

“I live here.”

Seungmin nods. “Same.”

A pause.

You inhale sharply, gripping the strap of your bag. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.” He gestures vaguely toward the building entrance. “Moved in last week.”

You don’t move. You just process.

This means you’ll see him every day. In the elevator. The lobby. Everywhere.

You close your eyes, praying to some higher power. “That’s unfortunate.”

“For you,” Seungmin corrects. His voice is dripping with amusement, that same stupid smirk playing on his lips. “Personally, I’m having a great time.”

His dog lets out a single, pointed woof.

You groan. Of course.

Then, just as he’s about to disappear inside, he pauses—glancing back at you with that same insufferable smirk. “By the way,” he adds casually, “it’s Seungmin.”

You blink. “What?”

"Me, I am Seungmin duh..”

And with that, he walks inside, leaving you standing there, half-annoyed, half-speechless.

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. “Great. Just great.”

From somewhere inside the building, you swear you hear him laughing.

part 2

part 3

[supansa4s]

-« BETRAYED ME !! »-۶ৎ

Genre : fluff, fake texts, teasing, humour

-Discover that he went alone to the café you wanted to go to with him.

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-SERIOUSLY SEUNGMIN ?

Genre : fluff, fake texts, imagine

Your body ached.

Every muscle in your legs, your arms, even your fingertips felt like they were burning, screaming at you to stop. But you couldn't.

Not yet. The practice room was empty, except for you and the faint hum of the speaker. Everyone else had left hours ago, but you were still here, running the same choreography over and over, desperate to get it right. Your reflection in the mirror looked as exhausted, as you felt-sweat dripping down your temple, your movements slightly slower than they had been before.

And then, your phone buzzed.

You ignored it.

It buzzed again. And again.

Finally, with a groan, you grabbed your phone from the floor.

You sighed, tossing your phone back down. He was annoying. Really annoying. But he wasn’t wrong. Still, you pushed through another run of the routine, even though your legs wobbled, even though your body felt seconds away from giving out. The song ended. You bent over, hands on your knees, chest rising and falling rapidly.

And then the door of the practice room opened. You turned, expecting maybe another trainee, or your dance instructor coming to tell you to leave. Instead, Seungmin stood in the doorway, a plastic bag in one hand, arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you muttered.

“Nice to see you too,” he deadpanned, stepping inside. “Here.” He handed the bag to you, and you instinctively took it, blinking in confusion. Inside was a sandwich, neatly wrapped.

“What is this?”

“Food.”

“I can see that. I don’t have time to—”

Seungmin’s eyes narrowed. “Finish that sentence, and I swear I will personally feed you myself.”

You sighed, dropping onto the floor and reluctantly unwrapping the sandwich. The fresh smell of bread, vegetables, and savory fillings hit you immediately, and your stomach betrayed you with a loud growl. Seungmin smirked.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

As you took the first bite, you glanced up at him. “You really didn’t have to come all the way here.”

Seungmin huffed. “Just eat and then you’re going home.”

You took another bite, suddenly feeling… warm. Not just from the food, but from the fact that he cared enough to come here. After a moment, you spoke, voice softer this time. “Thanks.”

Seungmin shrugged. “Whatever.” But you saw the way his ears turned a little red. And somehow, for the first time all day, you didn’t feel so alone.

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-RANDOM TEXTS WITH SEUNGMIN ۶ৎ

Genre : fake texts