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Anesthesia>>OT8

chan:

You looked up at the hospital ceiling, slowly blinking as all came into sight. Well… almost all.

"Y/N?" you heard a soft voice. Familiar. Australian.

Your head rolled sideways. "CHAN!!" you wheezed, as if he were a celebrity you'd just run into on the street.

"Yeah, it's me," he laughed, kneeling next to the hospital bed. "You okay?"

"You have the most gorgeous eyelashes," you said to him seriously, leaning forward to touch his face but missing by a mile and jabbing his neck instead. "Are you an angel?"

Chan smiled, intercepting your hand before you could touch his ear. "You're still a little buzzed, huh?"

You nodded solemnly. "I'm not supposed to eat Jell-O anymore. I made it fight me. It won."

".what?"

You gasped suddenly, holding on to his shirt. "Chan, you have to tell my mom something very important."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Tell her I want a pet giraffe. And name it. Salsa."

He blinked. "Giraffe. Salsa."

You nodded. "And I need a lil hat for it. A lil cowboy hat."

"Okay. Cowboy giraffe named Salsa. I'll take care of it."

You grinned. "You're so sweet. Will you marry me?"

Chan coughed over his laugh. "Let's get you off the anesthesia before we plan the wedding, yeah?"

You pouted. "Fine. But I'm wearing the dress. No bargaining."

Minho:

You winced at the ceiling light, blinking. "Is that the sun? Am I in the sky? Did I die?"

A sigh came from your left. "You're literally in the hospital, dumbass."

You rolled your head and gasped. "MINHO?!"

"Yes."

Your eyes went wide. "Are you real? Or are you a hallucination sent by Soonie, Doongie, and Dori?"

Minho furrowed his eyes. "You bonked your head and now you're blaming my cats?"

"I was approaching them," you complained, very seriously. "But the floor betrayed me."

He rolled his eyes but his smirk betrayed him. "You're so dramatic."

"I'm an artist," you said, reaching out to boop his nose—but instead, you booped your own and frowned. "Wait. This isn't your nose."

"Nope. Yours."

You sat up (bad idea) and promptly flopped back down. "Ugh. The room is doing a TikTok transition."

Minho fought not to laugh. "That's the anesthesia. Stop wiggling."

You looked at him dazedly. "You're so cute. Like a sexy elf."

".what is that even supposed to mean?"

"You know," you breathed. "Like if Legolas had attitude and leather pants."

Minho snorted. "You need to sleep."

You shot him a suspicious glance. "You're not gonna swipe my socks when I'm out, are you?"

He blinked. "Why would I—?"

"They're cat socks. You love cats."

".I'm leaving."

"Stealing them, aren't you?? MINHO DON'T LET THE CATS TURN YOU EVIL—

Changbin:

"Is it over?" you asked, eyes flashing open.

Changbin leaned over you, a relieved look on his face. "Yeah, it's over. You were so brave."

You wheezed. "Binnie… are you a nurse? Wait… are you my mom?"

".what."

"I knew it. You give comforting vibes. Comfort mommy vibes."

Changbin was struggling to breathe. "I'm not your mom, Y/N."

"Then why are you holding my hand like one?"

"You grabbed me first!"

You looked down at your own hand holding his in a death grip. ".Oh. Sorry. You just have soft hands. Like a marshmallow with a gym membership."

He blinked. "That's weirdly specific."

You sat up slowly, looking at him like he held the keys to the universe. "Binnie. I have a confession."

".Yeah?"

"I was trying to be as strong as you. That watermelon betrayed me."

He closed his mouth to keep from laughing. "It's okay. Happens to the best of us."

"No. Listen." You leaned in dramatically. "It looked light. It smelled light. But on the inside… it was evil."

He nodded gravely. "Evil melon. Got it."

You nodded as if you were imparting secrets. "Tell the others. Watermelons are tricksters."

"Sure. I'll let the whole group chat know."

You fell back against the pillow and took a deep breath. "You're my hero. I'm going to name a gym after you. 'Changbin's Buff Bunker.'"

He gasped. "That actually is kind of cool—"

"And away in the corner. a snack bar. Just for me."

".never mind.".

Hyunjin:

You groaned softly as the hospital ceiling slowly came into view. ".Is this heaven? It's kinda ugly."

A light touch of a hand landed on your arm. "Y/N, it's me—Hyunjin."

Your eyes popped open. "Hyunjin?!"

He smiled, leaning in closer. "Yeah. You okay?"

You stared at him, deadpan serious. ".Are you a painting?"

He blinked. "Huh?"

"You're too handsome. I don't believe it. You're giving. Michelangelo with a K-pop filter."

Hyunjin laughed, covering his face. "Okay, anesthesia is hitting hard."

You gasped in shock. "Wait! What did happen to the plant?!"

".what plant?"

"The one I killed. The one I fell on. Did it survive?!"

He pressed his lips shut in a bid to suppress laughter. "No, Y/N. You completely annihilated it. That plant is killed."

You looked utterly devastated. "I killed a plant for art. I'm a monster."

Hyunjin tousled your hair playfully. "You'll be excused. It was a dramatic fall. I'd give it a rock-solid 9.5."

"Not a 10?"

"You fell on your butt haha."

You gasped again. "You saw?!"

"I helped get you up!"

You glared at him as if you just discovered gravity. "Hyunjin, if you loved me, you would lie and tell me it was beautiful."

"I love you," he whispered, fighting not to smile. "But I also love the truth."

You reached out and dramatically clutched his sleeve. "Bury me with the plant."

".What.".

Han:

"Y/N?" a voice you were familiar with whispered. "You okay?"

You slowly opened your eyes. "Am I in… the cheese dimension?"

Han leaned over your bed, already laughing. "You're in the hospital, Mozzarella Queen."

You gasped, clutching your throat. "Is the cheese still inside me?! I feel. powerful."

Han snorted. "No, they got it out. You survived."

You sat up way too fast and promptly fell back down. "THEY TOOK MY CHEESE SOUL."

"Your jaw's dislocated."

"FOR FLAVOR, JISUNG."

He was crying outright now. "Okay, okay. Calm down. You're still high as a kite."

You gazed at him, stone-faced. "Promise me something."

"Anything."

"If I don't make it… delete my Spotify history."

"…What's on it?"

"A four-hour loop of goat screams remixed with lo-fi beats."

Han wheezed. "I—WHY?!"

"It relaxes me. Like ocean waves. But discordant."

You theatrically grasped his hand. "Jisung… if I have to eat soft foods for the rest of my life… will you still love me?"

He smiled. "Even if the only thing you could ever consume was mashed potatoes and regret."

"Wow. That's… so romantic."

"You're actually crying right now."

"I just thought of the mozzarella stick."

Felix:

You opened your eyes, blinking, feeling confused. ".Why is everything so bright? Am I in the oven now?"

A low, warm chuckle came beside you. "You're not in the oven, silly."

Your head rolled slowly. "FELIX?!"

He smiled, his chin resting on the edge of your bed. "Yeah, I'm here."

Your eyes widened. "Did you bake me?? Tell me the truth. Did you turn me into a human brownie?"

".No. But I would eat you up if I could."

You gasped. "FELIX?!"

"I didn't mean it in a perverted manner—!"

You threw your arm over your face. "I'm too tasty to be left alone with you."

Felix was laughing so hard he was crying now. "I literally can't handle you right now."

You poked out from under your arm. "Wait… say something."

"Huh?"

"Anything. Just talk. Your voice is like melted chocolate wrapping around my soul."

He blinked. "Uh… okay… 'Get well soon, sweetie.'

You made a noise like a dying blender. “There it is. The vocal chest kiss.”

Felix tilted his head, trying not to lose it. “Chest kiss?”

You nodded solemnly. “That’s what your voice does. It kisses people. In the chest. Emotionally.”

“…I don’t even know what that means.”

You reached out to boop his nose but missed and poked his cheek. “You’re my favorite brownie.”

“You’re literally the one who burned your foot making them.”

“Yeah. That’s love.”

Seungmin:

You opened your eyes slowly. ".Why does my head feel like mashed potatoes?"

A deep breath from the side. "You're awake. And, unfortunately."

Your eyes shifted over to glance at Seungmin in the visitor chair, arms crossed, looking disgruntled.

You squinted at him. "Oh no. Am I in hell?"

"No, just the hospital. Close enough."

You gulped. "You followed me here? That's so romantic."

"It was literally part of my job to make sure that you didn't die."

You clutched at his arm dramatically. "You do care."

"I care that I don't have to break it to the others you died of a sock."

You blinked. "The sock betrayed me."

"I told you so."

"I was gliding, Seungmin. I was gliding like a regal penguin—"

"You were gliding like a wounded llama."

You glared at him as if betrayed. "That's rude. Llamas are elegant. Ish."

He moved closer, a smirk on his face. "Do you even remember what happened?"

You hesitated for a moment. ".I screamed 'FOR GLORY' and then suddenly the chair materialized out of thin air."

"That chair's been there since 2004."

"IT MOVED. I SWEAR."

Seungmin pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're fortunate you didn't break anything."

"You know what else is lucky?" you said, deadpan. "That you get to see me like this."

He stared at you. "Delusional."

You thumbs upped. "But loveable."

Jeongin:

You opened your eyes and looked around dramatically. “Where is my horse?”

Jeongin’s jaw dropped. “YOU’RE AWAKE?!”

You turned to him with the most intense stare. “I was on a noble steed. His name was Buttercup. He had stickers.”

“…You mean the plastic horse outside the grocery store?”

“DON’T DISRESPECT BUTTERCUP.”

Jeongin blinked. “Okay okay sorry.”

You suddenly burst out crying. "He trusted me, Jeongin. And I betrayed him. I fell off during the yee. Before I even haw."

He covered his mouth to avoid laughing. "You've been out from under anesthesia for like twenty minutes and you're already more dramatic than Hyunjin."

"Thank you. That means so much."

He went to check your IV and you screamed. "AHH! Are you a doctor?!"

"No! It's just me!"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You look different. Did you get hotter?"

Jeongin's face went red. "WHAT?! No—! Stop—!"

"You did. You're glowing. Like a little fairy prince. A hot fairy prince."

"You did! You're shining like that. You little fairy prince of the night. Hot fairy prince."

"Y/N PLEASE—"

"Marry me so I can have nice skin."

"I—WHAT?"

You prodded his cheek. "Soft. Just like your soul."

Jeongin's ears turned bright red. "I'm telling the nurse to put you BACK under."

"I dare you."

"…You're crazy."

You grinned proudly. "But cute."

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Frustration>>Han

It was supposed to be a great night. A night with friends, some laughter, maybe some selfies, and snacks at midnight. But literally everything just. went wrong.

Y/N wrapped herself tighter, her jacket nowhere near warm enough for the biting 24°F air as she stood at the edge of the parking lot, phone clenched in her icy grasp. Her breath came out in soft white clouds, and her toes had gone numb ages ago.

She kept checking her phone as though that would hurry time along. Thirty minutes. Han was thirty minutes late. And every one of those minutes had been endured in chilly wind and the uncomfortable memory of a man staring at her a bit too long, his eyes following her around the room. It had made her stomach sick, in a manner she couldn't seem to shake.

She tried not to cry. She was upset. She was cold. She was tired. And most of all—she just wanted Han.

When his car finally pulled up, she didn't even hesitate—she yanked the door open and got in without saying a word.

Han blinked, yawning and scrubbing his eyes with one hand. "You okay? I thought you were going to call me twenty minutes ago. I could've been here a whole lot sooner, dummy."

That was it.

Y/N didn't scream. She didn't yell. 

She emitted a dry, strained laugh instead. "Right. My fault," she whispered. 

Han didn't catch the quiver in her voice. "I mean, you always forget. One of these days, I'm gonna charge you gas money." 

She turned to look out the window. Silent.

And when the silence persisted all the way home, when she didn't so much as make one sarcastic remark or tease him back, Han began to suspect something was wrong.

When they arrived home, she went directly inside, didn't even remove her shoes properly, and dropped onto the bed, jacket and all.

"Y/N?" he called, frowning.

She didn't respond.

He followed her into the bedroom, belatedly noticing how her shoulders were shaking just slightly. He hesitated. "Wait… are you crying?"

She didn't answer, face in the pillow. But her soft sniffle gave her away.

"Oh god—wait, wait. Babe." Han was at her side in a moment, kneeling beside the bed and reaching out cautiously. "What happened? Talk to me."

She sat up a bit more to stutter, "It was a bad night… I-I just didn't want to be alone. And then… you were late, and I was cold, and some guy kept looking at me weird, and I—I felt gross and scared and then you made a joke about it and I just…"

At last, tears fell down her face, lips trembling with cold and stress. Han's heart sank.

"Oh no, baby… " He whispered. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I swear I didn't mean to be late or make you feel worse."

Y/N didn't say anything, but she didn't push him away when he started to gently remove her coat and shoes, checking how cold her hands were.

"You're freezing," he whispered, drawing her into his arms. "Let me warm you up, okay?"

She allowed herself to fall into him, his warmth seeping into her chilled skin.

Han pulled her beneath the blankets, holding his arms snugly around her from the back. "You should've said, I would've driven like a madman if I knew somebody was making you uneasy."

"You'd get yourselves arrested," she murmured.

"Well, you'd bail me out."

That managed to get a small, tearful laugh from her.

Han smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder. "I'm sorry I teased you. I should've asked about your night first."

"You better."

"I will," he said, drawing her closer. "I'll do better. For you."

Y/N closed her eyes, finally allowing the warmth of his arms to seep in and chase away the chill of the night.

"…thank you," she whispered.

“Always,” Han whispered, already nuzzling into her neck. “Now sleep. I’ve got you.”

And with the slow rise and fall of his breathing against her back, the sound of his heartbeat steady in her ear, Y/N finally drifted off—safe, warm, and home.

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Haunted>>Minho

Welcome back to "Haunted or Nah," our show where we search for ghosts—or maybe just dust," Minho said, his face too close to the camera.

Y/N leaned in with a flashlight under their chin, like they were telling a ghost story around a campfire. "Tonight, we’re at an abandoned school. They say a teacher’s ghost is here because someone cheated on a math test."

Minho chuckled. "I’d probably haunt someone for that too."

They carefully walked down the hallway. The air smelled like mold, not mystery. Every time Minho moved, the floor creaked, and Y/N kept stepping on dry, crackling leaves.

“Did you hear that?” Y/N whispered, breaking the silence.

Minho stopped in his tracks. “No.”

“Exactly. Isn’t that strange?”

They continued on and entered a dusty classroom filled with broken desks, cobwebs, and a lifeless plant. Minho zoomed the camera for dramatic effect.

"We're in the ghost’s territory now," he said in a pretend deep voice. "If you’re here, give us a siiiiiiign."

The lights flickered once, making them both freeze.

“…was that you?” Y/N asked, eyes wide with fear.

"I can't control electricity," Minho whispered back.

Then—

BANG.

A chair slid across the room on its own.

Minho’s jaw dropped. "No way. I’m not cut out for this."

Y/N screamed, and Minho screamed even louder. They ran, stumbling over desks and shouting every curse word they knew. The camera slipped from Minho’s hand, landing on the floor and still recording as their screams faded into the distance.

The last thing caught on video?

Minho shouting, "DELETE THE CHANNEL! I’M JOINING A CHURCH!”

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Stuck>>Hyunjin

Hyunjin was in his creative genius phase once again. That morning, he told Y/N, "I'm making you a surprise," with bright eyes and unexpected glitter in his hair.

What he didn't mention was that he was using superglue.

The strong, industrial type.

Now, two of his fingers were stuck together. Really badly.

"I just need...warm water," he muttered, sounding panicked, as he tried shaking his hand as if that would magically separate the fingers.

From the other room, Y/N asked, "Hyunjin, do you need help?"

"No!" he called out too quickly, trying to sound confident. "Everything's FINE! I'm doing great!"

There was a crash. A cup fell to the floor.

"Ouch—no wait, I'm okay!"

Y/N walked in slowly and found Hyunjin in quite a state.

Sweaty, with glitter everywhere. Two fingers were awkwardly stuck together, making a strange kind of peace sign. He was trying to casually hold a teddy bear to hide them.

"You glued yourself, didn't you?" Y/N asked.

"No???" Hyunjin tried to deny it.

"Hyunjin."

"Okay, yes. BUT it was for love!" he confessed.

Y/N stepped closer.

"Did you try to unstick it with hot water?"

"Yes."

"What about acetone?"

"No, I panicked and tried olive oil instead."

There was a pause.

"You licked it too, didn't you?"

"...maybe."

Y/N just looked at him for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"I was making you a heart-shaped picture frame!" Hyunjin said dramatically. "It was going to be amazing!"

The frame was on the table—crooked and with a plastic googly eye stuck to it.

Hyunjin asked with a pout, "Will you still love me if I'm like this forever?"

Y/N gently held his glued fingers and replied, "Only if you stop licking glue."

"Deal," Hyunjin agreed.

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Devil spawn>>Seungmin

Y/N looked down at the small, fluffy dog in front of them. It had big, round eyes, floppy ears, and a wagging tail.

“Aww, you’re so cute,” Y/N said softly. “What’s your name?”

The woman who dropped him off had called him Minnie.

Minnie.

Seungmin twitched slightly.  

> Cute? I eat drywall for fun.<

The first hour was peaceful. Minnie curled up on the couch and ignored Y/N.  

Y/N was pleased. “You’re such a good boy.”

> I’m saving my energy. You won’t survive the night.<

At 1:47 a.m., the chaos began.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Y/N sat up in bed, alarmed. “What is that noise?”

Zoom. Crash. Zoom. Bark. Thump.

Seungmin was racing around the living room at top speed. He skidded into the wall, bouncing off like a pinball.

“MINNIE!” Y/N exclaimed, chasing him in circles. Minnie leapt off the couch and over the coffee table.

> You think you can catch me, human? I am SPEED.<

By 3:30 a.m., Y/N was sprawled face-down on the floor, breathing heavily and exhausted.

Seungmin stood triumphantly on their back, as if claiming victory.

> This is my kingdom now.<

At 7 a.m., Y/N awoke with dog hair in their mouth and one sock missing.

Seungmin was perched on the kitchen counter, blinking innocently at them. How did he even get up there?

> I contain multitudes.<

The doorbell rang. The woman had returned.  

“Oh! How was he?” she asked with a smile.

Y/N glanced at Seungmin. He was now lying sweetly on the floor like a harmless stuffed animal.

“…He was… lively,” Y/N replied with a weak smile.

> I peed in your shoe, by the way.<

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Cursed>>Bangchan

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It started with a sneeze.

Okay—seven of them.

"Ahh…CHOO! AH-CHOO! AHCHOO!" You were on your fifth sneeze when Chan's head suddenly spun around like a creature-seeking canine from an F-movie.

"Six…" he wheezed, gawking.

"AH-CH—"

"SEVEN!" he bellowed, his finger shaking in accusation at you for summoning the devil or something.

You flinched. "Bro. Allergies."

Chan took a step back like you had the plague. "Nope. No. Absolutely not. That was seven. That's the sneeze curse. You're cursed now. Do you feel it? Do you feel the evil inside you?"

".I feel like punching you."

"Exactly!" he wheezed. "The curse is taking hold!"

You rolled your eyes, but too late. Chan was already in knight defense mode. He grabbed a colander from the kitchen and jammed it onto his head like a helmet.

"I am your knight. I shall protect you from the darkness!" he declared, striking a dramatic pose with a broom as his sword.

You just stared. "You okay?"

He charged at you and swatted at a decorative plant. "EVIL! Begone, leaf demon!"

"Chan, that's IKEA."

He didn't care. He clung to you all day long like a melodramatic madman. When you tripped over your own shoe, he yelled, "THE CURSE IS STRIKING!" and threw himself onto the floor to "soak up the bad luck."

When the microwave beeped, he wrestled it. "DON'T YOU DARE CURSE HER SNACKS!"

When you sneezed once more in the afternoon, he dramatically clutched his chest and said, “It’s worse than I thought. We have hours left before you transform into a were-pigeon.”

“…A what now?”

“A PIGEON, Y/N. HAVE YOU NOT STUDIED THE LEGENDS?”

By evening, he had built you a “curse defense fortress” out of couch cushions and covered you in garlic cloves like some weird vampire burrito.

You let out a sigh, reclining in the pillow cave, garlic dangling around your neck, Chan pacing in front with a spatula raised high. "I'm not cursed, you know."

Chan stopped. Looked at you. Squinted. "Wait. Are you sure?"

"Dude. Allergies."

".Oh."

Beat.

".Can I still use the colander helmet?"

You sighed once more. "Only if you stop calling me 'Cursed One.'"

Chan smiled, offering you a garlic clove like it was a rose. "Deal."

And peace was restored like that.

(But he still wore the colander for a week.)

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Spidey>>Felix

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Y/N were just trying to enjoy their cereal in peace. That is it. Just cereal. Just fuel.

But no. The world had other ideas.

Because a TEENSY spider, literally the same height as a sprinkle, fell off the ceiling like it was being sent on an errand for some nefarious bug kingdom.

Y/N screamed like in a horror movie. The spoon flew out of their hand, the milk splattered, the cereal backflipped.

Felix burst out of his room in a complete state of panic, wielding a banana like a club.

"WHO DIED? IS THE HOUSE ON FIRE? IS IT GHOSTS AGAIN?"

“It’s worse,” Y/N whispered. Their eyes were locked on the spider. “It’s a spider.”  

Felix blinked. “A what?”  

“A SPIDER. IT LOOKED ME DEAD IN THE EYES.”  

The spider just sat there on the floor like it owned the place. It didn’t even move. Just vibed. Like it was mocking them.  

Y/N narrowed their eyes. “We’re going to war.”

Felix nodded. “I’ll get the spoons.”  

In less than five minutes, the apartment turned into a battlefield. Couch cushions were walls. The coffee table was the war room. Spoons became swords. Felix wore ski goggles and a hoodie cape. Y/N had a colander on their head and a fly swatter in hand like a knight.

Felix whispered like it was a spy movie. "You take the left flank. I'll go under the couch."

Y/N army-crawled across the carpet, muttering battle mantras.

"Do you see it?" Felix asked.

"It's by the plant. Staring at us. Judging us."

"Oh it's ON."

Felix launched a sock grenade.

Y/N let out a war cry and charged with the swatter.

But the spider… disappeared. It jumped. It TELEPORTED. One second it was there, next second it was not.  

They both screamed and bolted to the kitchen.  

Felix jumped in the sink. Y/N climbed on the counter like the floor was lava.  

“IT’S A WIZARD SPIDER. WE’RE DEALING WITH DARK FORCES.”

That's when they realized it was time to make a hasty retreat. They stuffed a bag with some crackers, one charger for their phones, and like seven spoons (you never know), and ran straight to Chan's place.

Chan opened the door, hoodie-clad and in slippers, sleepily blinking.

"Why do you two look like you survived a war?"

Y/N was dripping with sweat. "There's a spider in our apartment.".

Felix acted out dramatically. "A hard one. It JUMPED."

"It TELEPORTED," Y/N corrected.

"It might be immortal."

Chan blinked again. "You ran here. because of a spider?"

Y/N nodded gravely. "Our apartment belongs to it now."

Chan was still stuck, absorbing the fact that his two best friends had run out of their home for an insect.

Then he saw the banana still in Felix’s hand.  

“And the banana is for…?”  

“It’s our emergency weapon.”  

Chan turned around and walked back into the apartment. “You two are sleeping on the couch.”  

“Fine,” Y/N huffed, flopping onto the cushions dramatically.  

“But if that spider follows us,” Felix added, “I’m moving to the moon.”

Later that night, they all sat and watched a movie while Y/N and Felix huddled under a blanket, whispering about "spider surveillance" and "revenge plans."

Chan just shook his head and muttered, "I need new friends."

Back at the apartment…

The spider sat majestically upon a pillow throne.

A teeny-tiny crown made of cereal crumbs sat atop its head.

The spoon was resting in a plant pot, like a sword in stone.  

The spider had triumphed.  

Long live the king. 

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Drunk>>Han

Han had just gotten done working a long day. He was weary but happy, and now he was finally unwinding with the rest of Stray Kids. The mood was casual, and the drinks? Oh, way too many for Han.

As Y/N sat stuck at work, typing away on her desk, her phone rang.

Han: Y/NNNNN  u smell like. flowers and choco milk. i miss u.

Han: I'm gonna marry u and also a hotdog. But u first.

Han: What's ur address? Wait no. What's MY address???

Y/N blinked. "Oh no. He's that drunk."

She immediately called him. "Han, where are you?"

"Babeee~ I'm at… the magical place… with the boys! Chan-hyung is my babysitter"

"Send me the address before you turn into a full raccoon."

Somehow, he did. Y/N zoomed by, praying that he hadn't climbed onto a table or tried to rap to a police officer.

She parked and spotted Chan outside with a bed-tousled grin.

"Thanks for not killing him," Y/N said, giving Chan a relieved look.

"He sang 'Baby Shark' four times and tried to kiss a pizza box. Good luck.".

Han stumbled out, smiling. "Y/N!!! You came!!! Are you a taxi? You're the prettiest taxi ever."

"Get in the car, Romeo."

The drive home was wild. Han leaned in every 5 seconds. "Kiss now?"

"No."

"Kiss now?"

"No!"

He loudly sang Wheels on the Bus, then gasped at a random license plate. "MAGIC NUMBERS. 3794. That's my new rap name."

In the house, Y/N got him to sit on the bed. "Stay. I'll get water."

But no. The baby clung to her like a lost duck.

"Drink the water and sleep," she told him, handing him the water.

"But I wanna have a PILLOW FIGHTTT!!"

"No."

"Fine! Then… pick-up lines!" He hurled a pillow in the air and yelled, "Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you got FINE written all over you!"

"You already said that one."

"I NEED TO SEARCH MORE!" He grabbed for his phone.

Y/N groaned. "If you sleep now, I'll give you lots of kisses in the morning."

He blinked. "Lots?"

"Like, a whole bunch."

".Okay," he whispered and flopped like a log onto the bed.

Y/N tucked him in with a smile. No matter how ridiculous he was, she loved every weird, goofy thing about him.

Even if he tried to marry a hotdog.

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Run away>>Seungmin

The city was too damn loud for a wedding.

Y/N sat in the back room of the rooftop wedding venue, surrounded by champagne glasses and draped racks of bridesmaids' gowns. Her own wedding dress felt like armor rather than elegance—tight, unyielding, and uncourteous to breathing.

Outside, the sound of a live band echoed something slow and soothing, forks clinking resounding among buildings. Her parents were probably grinning at wedding guests, business partners raising their glasses, applauding one another as though they were marrying each other.

And in a way… they were.

Y/N looked down at her shoes.

White sneakers.

The one article of her dress she'd actually chosen on her own. And the only item that, oddly, made her feel herself.

A soft knock interrupted her spiral.

“Yeah?” she called, not bothering to fix her hair again.

The door creaked open. A staff member poked in. “There’s… someone asking to see you. Said you’d know him. He’s not really dressed for this crowd but… he looked pretty desperate.”

Y/N frowned. “Name?”

“Didn’t give one. Brown hoodie. Kind of sarcastic? Looks like he listens to sad music at 2am.”

Her heart stopped.

“…Let him in.”

A minute after, Seungmin appeared, slightly out of breath, his hoodie thrown open over a rumpled t-shirt, hair tousled by the wind.

He was completely out of place—and completely perfect.

She got up slowly. "You… shouldn't be here."

"I know."

"My parents—"

"Hate me," he filled in. "Yeah, I know that too. But I couldn't let today go down without at least trying."

Y/N looked at him.

He massaged the back of his neck. "Alright, I get it. It isn't Hollywood. I'm not going to make a love declaration and have everything fixed in one take. But I needed you to hear me—I would have married you a thousand times over. Even if we were alone in some noodle place with bad lighting and plastic flowers on the table."

Her eyes hurt, and she looked down again—those sneakers still peeking out from under the gown.

He took another step closer.

"I know I'm too late," he completed softly.

But then—her voice broke through the silence.

"Not if you run."

He opened his eyes in shock. "What?"

She looked up at him, her own eyes now shining. "If you're serious. If you meant that. Then run with me. Now."

Seungmin was frozen in place. "Y/N…"

She grabbed a jacket thrown over a chair and strode straight to him.

"You said you would have married me in a ramen shop," she said to him. "Well, you might have to have a gas station wedding if we leave right now."

He grinned.

Then he grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and breathed, "Best wedding ever."

They ran.

Down the stairs, through the back alley of the building, past a waiter calling out, "Miss! Your veil!"

She laughed. Laughed like she hadn't in months.

They sped down two blocks on his beat-up old scooter, helmets entwined over her hair. They flew off into the sky as it turned to gold, leaving behind the rooftop, the dress, the crowd, the expectations.

And when the city finally yielded to nothing but desolate streets and vast sky, Seungmin pulled over the car.

She turned to glance at him, her face rosy and her smile unashamed, her eyeliner smudged and her heart still pounding.

He leaned over and kissed her.

It wasn't good. It was wind-chapped and shakey and possibly even too rushed.

But it was real.

And for once, she did not have the sensation of running away.

She had the sensation of running home.

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Far away>>Changbin

The noise of the front door opening cut the warm hush in the apartment. Y/N's head turned from the couch, her face creasing with a bright smile as she watched Changbin step in, towel wrapped around his neck, shirt clinging to him from the gym. His end-of-the-gym flush would've received a teasing comment from her any other day, but today it did not.

Changbin's eyes immediately found hers. She smiled — but it didn’t reach her eyes.

He noticed.

He always noticed.

His steps slowed as he approached, a crease forming between his brows. “You okay?” he asked, voice soft but cautious.

Y/N nodded quickly, waving a hand toward the hallway. “You should shower first. You’ll catch a cold.”

He hung back, clearly eager to ask more, but then nodded and went into the bathroom. The door closed with a click, and Y/N let out a shaky breath, fists clenched tightly in her lap.

---

When he returned, hair dripping wet and a new shirt clinging loosely to his body, the table was already set. She was sitting across from him, silently spooning rice into his bowl. He noticed the way she avoided his eyes.

He reached out and grasped her hand across the table softly.

Her eyes met his — stunned for a moment — but when he gave her a tiny reassuring squeeze, she could only manage a thin smile.

They ate dinner silently. No jesting today. No teasing on his post-workout hunger and her spicy kimchi.

Simply quiet. Companionable, yet… tense.

When they'd eaten dinner, Changbin pushed back from the table, settling in to turn in for the night when her voice stopped him.

"Bin… can we sit for a minute?"

He spun around, eyebrows creasing. There was an edge in her voice — a brittle thin crack under the surface. He didn't say anything, just nodded and headed to sit on the couch. She sat down beside him, stiffly a bit, hands writhing in her lap.

He waited.

A few strained seconds ticked by before she said anything.

"I was offered a transfer," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "For work.".

His eyes didn't leave hers. "Where?"

She swallowed. "Tokyo."

There it was.

She lifted her eyes, moist but not shattering. "It's a fantastic big opportunity. I didn't ask for it — they just… made the offer, and I… I think I'm going to take it."

Silence.

"I'd be gone at least a year," she continued. "We'd have to do long distance, and I know it's impossible, and I understand if—"

"Y/N."

She stopped herself.

He held out a hand, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "You don't owe me an apology."

"But—"

He turned to face her. "I just… I need a little time to process it."

Her heart fell, but she nodded. "Okay. I understand. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight, give you space."

He let her go. And maybe that was the worst agony of all.

It was long past midnight when she felt the door creak open. The bed dipped behind her, and a comforting arm slid around her waist.

She didn't move, but her breathing gave her away.

"I know you're up," Changbin whispered into her shoulder.

Her lips trembled. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know," he whispered, pulling her in closer. "How much time do we have?"

She turned over in his arms, finally looking up at him. "Two months."

His eyes searched hers, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "So then I'm going to spend every waking moment of it with you. No walls, no space."

"Bin—"

He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "I am not crazy. I am not even upset… well, perhaps a bit. But I have always had faith in us, Y/N. A year apart will not scare me. Not when I know I am going to love you for the rest of my life."

Tears streamed down her face, but for the first time that day, her smile was real.

And that night, in his arms, Y/N finally drifted off to sleep — not with fear or guilt, but with peace.

[changbinqueencard]

Home is where you are>>Minho

Minho shut the front door harder than he intended. His keys clattered into the entryway bowl as he slipped off his shoes, his jaw clenched and his face strained.

"Hi baby, you're back—"

Not now, Y/N," he said curtly.

The edge in his voice echoed through the apartment. He didn't yell often—practically never, really—but today had been too much for him. All the tension he had bottled up for weeks released at once, and unfortunately, Y/N bore the brunt of it.

She was standing in the kitchen doorway, blinking once, then again, simply looking at him. Tears did not well up in her eyes. Words of anger were not spoken. She merely looked at him, not in sadness or shock—but understanding.

He stepped into the bedroom in silence, leaving a thick silence in his wake.

Y/N breathed softly and turned away from the stove. She'd started cooking when he was still gone, and now she was merely putting some finishing touches on his favorite meal—seasoning lightly, placing it on a plate, arranging it all carefully. She knew he didn't mean it. He wasn't upset with her. He was upset with the world. With the pressure. With all of the noise in his mind.

When Minho came out of the bedroom a while later, his shoulders were slumped, and guilt numbed him. He saw the table laid out with food, and the familiar scent of his favorite food wrapped around him like a warm hug. And there she was, placing a glass of water on the table as if everything was fine.

He parted his lips, voice tinged with regret. "Y/N, about earlier, I—"

"Shh," she whispered, moving near him. She took his hand, her fingers wrapping around it. "Eat first, Min. Then we can talk."

He blinked at her, somewhat dazed and somewhat moved. She smiled at him weakly, one that showed she wasn't rejecting his apology—only deferring it for the time being.

He sat. He ate silently. Slowly. The food was ideal, as always. Yet this time it had a different taste—like warmth. Like patience. Like love.

When he was done, she took him over to the couch and sat down, pulling him close so that his head lay on her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and gently stroked his hair with her fingers, calming him with each caress.

Now," she whispered, "talk to me. Whatever it is, I'm here. Always. No judgment.".

It took him a few seconds. Then he opened his mouth, and it all came out.

The constant expectations. The need to keep calm. The anxiety about not being good enough. The days he questioned himself. The nights he could not sleep because his mind could not rest. The way he hated losing control like in the past. The guilt. The shame.

His voice cracked halfway through, and tears began to fall, warm and quiet. Y/N didn't say anything—just pulled him closer, running a hand through his hair as if to say, you're safe here.

He wept longer than he thought he would. Perhaps it wasn't today alone—perhaps it was all of it that accumulated.

At last, his breath steadied. His tears ceased to flow. His inner turbulence gradually calmed.

Minho tilted his head a little and looked up at her. "Why?" he whispered. "Why didn't you get angry when I shouted at you?

Y/N smiled and swept a loose hair from his forehead. "Because I saw your eyes," she whispered. "And I knew you weren't yelling at me. You were yelling at all the things you'd been carrying by yourself.".

He swallowed hard, eyes glassy.

"A woman knows a man's hurt and anger," she went on. "Some get offended. And some… they decide to understand. I know you, Minho. I know your heart. I knew you needed just someone to stay calm when you couldn't. And I'm that someone."

That did it. Something inside him collapsed in the best possible way. He buried his face in her chest again, exhaling in a breath that sounded like release. Like home.

When midnight came, he finally sat up, his cheeks a little pink from crying and hugging. He looked at her with sleepy eyes and a lopsided smile.

"C'mere," he slurred, taking her hand and pulling her toward the bedroom. "I require maximum cuddles. Non-negotiable." She laughed and went with him willingly, letting him pull her onto the bed. Once they were under the covers, he embraced her, his head lying just beneath her chin. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her softly on the collarbone. "Thank you… for being there for me when I wasn't doing so well." She hugged him and kissed the top of his head. "I will always be back," she whispered. "Home isn't a place, Minho. It's you. And I will always return to you."

[changbinqueencard]

Cooking Contest>>Hyunjin

It started with spaghetti.

Literally: sugar spaghetti.

Hyunjin had spent the night at home alone and half-heartedly motivated after seeing a five-minute cooking video. He styled his hair up like a pro chef, listened to classical music for ambiance (aka fake Gordon Ramsay energy), and whispered things like "Yes, chef," in the mirror.

He boiled water, added way too many noodles, and sprinkled what he thought was salt confidently.

Spoiler alert: It was sugar.

By the time Y/N got home, the apartment smelled… sweet?

Hyunjin spun around dramatically, ladle in hand, apron on backwards, and a proud smile on his face. “You’re just in time for my debut dish.”

Y/N blinked at the plate he slid across the table. “…Is that dessert?”

“Spaghetti,” he said proudly. “Hyunjin-style.”

They chomped down, expecting death. But somehow… it wasn't awful. It was like someone tried to make dinner but accidentally invented a new food style. It was sweet and salty and… confusing. Like spaghetti in a fever dream.

Y/N laughed so hard they nearly choked. "Alright, alright, I'm signing you up for the neighborhood cooking competition."

"What?!"

"Just for the laughs. Come on, imagine this. You and your sugar noodles on national television."

"Absolutely not—"

He made it through round one.

No one understood how. The judges called his dish "an abstract deconstruction of a childhood memory" and gave him a standing ovation. One of them cried. It was probably the raw onion garnish, but still. He advanced to the next round.

Hyunjin lost it.

He begged Y/N to pull him out, but they just cheered him on, fully invested in the chaos. “You’ve already committed culinary crimes. Finish the job.”

So now—somehow—he was in the finals.

And he still didn’t know how to make rice.

---

Hyunjin stared at the timer ticking down on the big LED screen. Fifteen minutes left.

Around him, the other competitors were moving like a pro—flipping, slicing, searing. He was holding a spoon like a bizarre utensil. 

"Chef Hyunjin, what is it that you're making today?" the host said, bursting forth like a kitchen demon. 

Hyunjin plastered on a grin. "Oh, yes. A dish from my family. Very mysterious. Much. uh. emotion."

He spun around to his station, which looked like a tornado of food had swept through it. There were three pans on the stove, crackling. He had no clue what was in any of them.

Y/N sat in the audience, trying not to allow out shouts of laughter. Hyunjin shot them a look.

Then came the curse of all quizzes:

"And what kind of rice will be served with your dish?"

Hyunjin flabbergasted. "Rice?

The host nodded. "Yes. We understand you're doing a fusion dish based on rice."

".Right," Hyunjin answered slowly. "Of course. I love rice. Massive fan. Eat it daily.".

He turned to the rice cooker like it had personally wronged him. He’d watched *exactly* one rice tutorial on YouTube and remembered *none* of it. So he pressed random buttons, added some broth (was it beef? who knows), a questionable amount of soy sauce, and—for flair—a slab of butter.

The rice cooker beeped angrily.

Hyunjin pretended it was applause.

“Smoked rice,” he muttered. “We’re getting fancy today.”

---

Ten minutes left.

His rice cooker steamed like a dragon, but he did not care. He added sauce to his unknown meat, sprinkled on a garnish from someone else's table, and used a "rustic" plating style, which literally consisted of making it look somewhat sloppy on purpose. 

Time was up.

He stepped back, wiping away simulated sweat and executing a theatrical bow to the judges as if on Broadway. The audience politely clapped. Y/N double-thumbed him up with a "you're doing great sweetie" look.

The judges hesitantly bit down.

Silence.

And then the head judge: "This is… bold."

Another judge nodded. "I don't know what I was expecting. But I wasn't expecting this. And for some reason, I'm alright with that."

"The rice," said the third judge slowly, "is an emotional journey."

Hyunjin blinked. "Wait… do you like it?"

The head judge smiled. "We don't just like it. We love it."

Hyunjin looked like he'd just passed out. "I—what?"

"You've won," the host exclaimed dramatically. "Chef Hyunjin, you are this season's Cooking Champion!"

Y/N screamed.

Hyunjin dropped his ladle.

"…I need to lie down."

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Disaster>>Jeongin

It started with Jeongin's stomach growling like a cranky lion on a peaceful evening.

  "I'm hungry," he grumbled, flopping off the couch like a sad burrito. Y/N was in her room, probably scrolling on her phone or plotting world domination—he didn't care. All he cared about was his stomach flipping and the leftover takeout that had mysteriously vanished. (Spoiler: he ate it last night.)

So, being the brave guy that he was, he offered to cook.

Step 1: Eggs. Piece of pie, right?

No.

The first egg cracked well. The second? Not really. It dripped down the side of the bowl and splattered on the counter.

"Whoops," Jeongin shrugged, wiping it off with the cuff of his hoodie like a kitchen pro.

And then there was the seasoning. Salt? Yes. Pepper? Yes. Except. the lid on the pepper hadn't been screwed on properly. One adamant shake and—boom—Jeongin had just seasoned the entire kitchen counter.

He looked at the mess. "Okay. That's fine. It's got personality."

He pulled out a pan and turned on the stove.

Problem: egg had already been left in the stove burners.

He didn't know.

So when the stove came on, a small sizzle turned into smoke rising like the bad guy in an action flick. Jeongin went haywire.

"Oh nononono—"

He grabbed a glass of water and threw it at the stove, because heaven forbid what normal people do. The stove hissed at him as if scolding and released even more smoke.

In comes Y/N rushing downstairs like an Olympic sprinter.

"What happened?!"

"Babe, the stove's possessed!"

Y/N rushed over, turned off the stove, and grabbed a dish cloth to waft the smoke away. Except that her exaggerated arm movements made the cloth fly out of her grasp and land square on the burner.

They both froze, as it started smoking again.

"OH MY—"

She grabbed the tongs, grasped the cloth like it was a grenade, and shoved it into the sink. She ran the faucet at full blast and the cloth sizzled like restaurant fajitas.

The universe had clearly lost hope for them.

Enter Chan.

He leaned against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed, face blank, lips pinched into a line that bellowed: "Why is this my life?"

There was smoke. There was egg on the floor. The entire room smelled of burnt pepper and disappointment.

"Corner. Both of you," Chan ordered, already rolling up his sleeves.

"But hyung—"

"Corner."

Jeongin and Y/N crept to the corner like scolded children. Arms crossed, faces pouty.

"This is your fault," Y/N whispered.

"My fault?! You're the one who ignited a fire with a dish towel!"

"You're the one who scrambled eggs like it was a science experiment!"

Chan, on hands and knees cleaning up the warzone, sighed deeply. "I leave you two alone for one hour."

"Babe, next time, you cook," Jeongin said dramatically, still with his back to the room.

"Deal. But you're doing the dishes for the next week."

Jeongin groaned.

And in the midst of the mess, the burnt eggs, and the time-out corner, Chan realized something: these two were destined to be a couple.

He just hoped they were given a fire extinguisher.

[changbinqueencard]

First Kiss>>Felix

The dim room was tense with anticipation as Y/N adjusted the clinging black dress Felix had insisted she wear. It was her first mission—a simple but risky task: seduce an enemy at a high-society party to gather intel. But as Felix ran her through the briefing, one instruction made her gut twist.

"You may have to kiss him."

Y/N froze mid-adjust, her gaze leaping to Felix's as he pushed against the desk, arms crossed. "Excuse me?"

Felix raised an eyebrow. "You have to keep him interested. A kiss would be in order."

"No," she said icily, crossing her arms in outrage. "I am not doing that."

Felix exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Y/N, this isn't a game. You have to do what you need to in order to get the job done.".

"I don't care!" It's a big deal for me." Her voice trembled a little, though the firm look in her eyes didn't change. "I want my first kiss to be with someone special."

Felix froze, his eyes holding hers, some unreadable expression flashing across his face. A slow simmer of frustration and something more seethed between them as silence hung heavy in the air.

"Y/N," he finally spoke, his voice gentler, but no less firm. "You don't have a choice."

"I do," she shot back. "And I choose not to give something so valuable to some random dude I don't even know."

Felix let out a heavy breath, sweeping his hand through his hair. Then, in a sudden, unguarded motion, he stepped forward, bridging the gap between them. His hand crept out, fingers dancing against her cheek, his fingers tugging her chin up. Her breathing caught, heart racing in her chest.

"Somebody special, huh?" he breathed, his voice lower now, almost teasing but burning with an intensity that made her stomach drop.

Y/N swallowed. "Y-Yeah."

Felix regarded her for another second before his mouth was on hers—soft but insistent, his warmth wrapping around her in a slow burn. It was brief, but it sent a shiver down her spine, leaving her gasping when he finally released her.

"Here you are," he breathed, his brow lightly against hers. "You shared your first kiss with someone special."

She could hardly register what had just happened, her mind in chaos of emotions. Felix—her best friend, the one she'd secretly had a crush on—had stolen her first kiss in the most unexpected way.

He leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning hers for even the slightest glimmer of apology. What he got instead was a dazed Y/N, her cheeks flushed with pink as she nodded slowly.

"Yeah… you're special to me."

A slow, wicked grin spread on Felix's face before he moved away, slipping into his usual cool self. "Good. Now go do your job."

With that, he turned on his heel, leaving Y/N standing there, tracing over her lips, heart racing as she mouthed to herself, "What just happened?"

Little did she know, Felix was walking away with the same question in his head—and a new realization settling deep in his chest.

[changbinqueencard]

period simulator>>Han

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Y/N collapsed onto the couch, clutching a heating pad to her stomach and drama-dramatizing. "Han, I'm dying. This is it. The blood Moon has come."

Han barely even glanced up from his phone. "You said that last month. And the month before. And—"

"Okay, but this time I really mean it."

Han raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, yeah. It can't be that bad."

Y/N's head snapped back towards him at lightning speed. "Oh? It can't be that bad? Oh?"

Han knew the moment he opened his mouth, he had done something wrong. "Wait—"

"No, no, no, Han Jisung. Say that again."

Han gulped. "...It can't be that bad?"

Y/N grinned. "Cool. Great. Love that. Awesome. You know what? We're testing that theory." She took out her phone, scrolling with deadly precision. "I just so happen to have a period simulator at hand."

"A what now?"

"A device that simulates period cramps."

"Pfft." Han waved a hand out. "Sure. Hook me up. I can handle it."

10 Minutes Later

Han was huddled on the floor, clutching the carpet as if he was about to be sucked into another dimension.

"WHY—" he screamed, his legs flailing out wildly. "WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE MY ORGANS ARE FIGHTING EACH OTHER?!"

Y/N, comfortably lounging on the couch, snacking on a bag of chips, chewed reflectively. "Oh, that's just level two."

"LEVEL TWO?!" Han's eyes were nearly popping out of his head. "WHAT LEVEL DOES THIS THING HAVE?!"

"Ten."

Han let out a choked shriek. "YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?!"

Y/N nodded seriously. "Every month."

Han hugged his belly and rolled onto his side. "Turn it off. Turn it off! I am not strong enough. I am weak. I am but a mere man!"

Y/N casually clicked the off switch. Han writhed around, panting like he just completed a marathon run. "I'm so sorry. I take it all back. You are the strongest human being I know. No—stronger than anyone throughout history."

Y/N grinned. "Good. Where is my chocolate, though?"

Han Jisung became the most dutiful caretaker humanly feasible from then on. He wrapped Y/N with hot packs even before she so much as thought of saying so. He prepared her favorite food (or, at least, attempted to—diplomatically, he served the faintly burned remnants thereof, and she politely turned her down). He bundled her into a blanket burrito-like and yielded the remote control graciously.

"My queen," he said seriously, kneeling beside the bed. "Whatever you wish, I will do."

Y/N arched an eyebrow. "So… if I instructed you to grab my water bottle from the kitchen—"

"Already have it." Han held it out like some sacred artifact.

"And if I instructed you to give me a forehead kiss—"

Han gave a showy, lingered kiss on her forehead. "Done."

Y/N smirked. "And if I told you to twirl around three times and sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'—"

```

Han immediately twirled into place. "Twinkle, twinkle, little star—"

Y/N wheezed. "Fine, fine. That's okay. "

Han plopped down beside her on the bed. "Anything in the world for you, your highness."

Y/N ruffled his head. "Good boy. "

Han growled, though he didn't argue. She had shown him the truth; she had laid bare her very soul, reliving the moments of agony before he learned.

Never would he again underestimate the power of the period.

---

[changbinqueencard]

bar fight>>Seungmin

The bar was alive with conversation and laughter, the dim lighting giving the wooden counters a warm, golden sheen. Y/N sat at her table, fiddling idly with her drink as Seungmin made a rapid dash to the restroom. Their friends were scattered about, caught up in their own conversations and beverages, so Y/N was left on her own for the time being.

That's when a man showed up.

He had clearly had a few too many and staggered over to her table. He leaned in, and the acrid smell of alcohol hit Y/N like a rancid cologne. "Hey there, pretty. Are you alone?" he slurred with a sloppy grin.

Y/N's grip on her glass tightened. Strike one.

"Not interested," she said coldly, taking a sip of her drink, hoping that would be the end of it.

But the man chuckled, not remotely deterred. He reached out to brush a piece of hair away from her shoulder. "Come on, don't be so frosty."

Strike two.

Y/N released a harsh breath, her patience wearing thin. "If you care about that hand of yours, I suggest you leave it alone."

Undeterred, the man chuckled again, placing a hand on her shoulder as he leaned in. "Relax, sweetie, I'm just being friendly."

Strike three.

That was sufficient for Y/N. She struck him once with a sharp motion, punching him in the mouth. The loud crack echoed through the bar, and the man staggered backward with his hand over his nose as blood ran down his shirt. But Y/N was far from finished. She punched him again, then again, her rage unleashed like a storm. The guy did not have time to respond before he was lying on the ground, gritting in pain, while a small crowd began to gather, muttering in shock.

And then—

"Y/N!" Seungmin's voice cut through the chaos sharply.

Before she could even register, Seungmin was by her side, pulling her away with his hand wrapped firmly around her arm. "That's quite enough," he snarled, roughly pushing her away from the scene. The man on the ground winced, wiping at his bloody face, as Y/N kept up the insults over her shoulder.

"That's what you deserve, you disgusting creep! Try it again and see what you get!"

Seungmin let out a deep breath, running his hand through his hair as he escorted her out of the building. He opened the door, walked her to his car, and nearly pushed her in, securing her seatbelt in a rush to prevent her from running back for round two.

Y/N folded her arms, frowning out the window, pouting and tension in every line of her body. Seungmin closed her door, walked around to the driver's side, and got in. He did not turn the car on right away. Instead, he took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

"Y/N." he began, softly but sternly. "You can't just go around hitting people."

"He started it," she snapped back, still furious.

"I know that," Seungmin replied, turning to face her. "I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself, but did you have to turn him into a human punching bag?"

Y/N let out a harsh breath, "Three strikes, Min. He had it coming."

Seungmin sighed again, raking his hand through his hair. "You have bad anger issues."

Y/N didn't say anything, just stared out of the window, seething. Seungmin bit his lip to keep from smiling. He couldn't help it, though, he was impressed. He knew Y/N was bold, but to see her get beaten up by that guy? It was oddly impressive. If he weren't supposed to be responsible, he would have even applauded for her.

"You're lucky I like you," he growled, finally starting the car.

Y/N turned, furrowing his brows. "What was that?"

"Nothing," he said quickly, holding back a small smirk as he got on the road. "Just thinking I'll have to bring a first-aid kit when we go out."

Y/N couldn't help but smile. "See that it's fully stocked."

Seungmin shook his head, but there was certain pride in his eyes as they drove off into the night.

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⤷ anything that makes me genuinely uncomfy — i’ll let you know if something doesn’t sit right :) ⤷ rude asks / hate = blocked 🚫

✔️ what i do write:

☁️ fluff — cozy, soft, stay-up-all-night-texting vibes 🔥 smut — messy, sensual, maybe a lil’ unhinged 💔 angst — for when you wanna cry in the shower at 3am 🧃 short + sweet — quick hits of emotion & tension 🎭 vibey stuff — glitchcore feels, dreamy chaos, sexy spirals

⏳ turnaround time:

usually around a day! ⚡(unless i get possessed by a nap demon)

🌀 aesthetic:

glitchcore ✦ electric kisses ✦ pixel tears ✦ corrupted heart.txt

this blog is for all the bad babes, crybabies, and chaos lovers out there. stay soft. stay unholy. 💌 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ let’s get freaky~

🖤✨ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ✨🖤

"𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴." 𖦹 glitchcore || skz || 18+ only

✦ [🐺] 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯

prank

cursed

✦ [🐱] 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰

Home is where you are

bike ride

haunted

✦ [🐷] 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘪𝘯

Far away

gym bud

✦ [🎨] 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯

cooking contest

stuck

✦ [🦊] 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨

period simulator

drunk

frustration

✦ [🌞] 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹

First kiss

spidey

✦ [🐥] 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯

bar fight

run away

devil spawn

✦ [🐶] 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯

disaster

🕸️ 𝘖𝘛8 / 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱

Anesthesia

🕹️💿 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 💿🕹️

click at your own risk, babygirl~ ⚡

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