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hii🩷how are you? can i request something about a ninth member of skz who has dermatophagia please and how members help her with that?? It is the compulsive habit of biting the skin, usually of the fingers and is related to anxiety. Thanks for your time 🩷🩷

Hi, I'm good!! Yeah, I'll add it to my list. I think I have one brief drabble somewhere that has something similar, but it's super short and it only focuses on one member. I can definitely write it as a 9th member fic and explore it more. Thanks for the request!! <3

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We're back to talking about mental health this week. As for the doctor AU, I'm still working on it 🤭

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do you have any sick fic writer recommendations? i wanna read some of those since i stumbled upon one by lixiestories! 🍌

Uh, I know @skzworlddomination04 writes them and is currently taking requests. @pearlssickfics just joined recently and writes for Skz and a variety of other fandoms. I don't specifically read sickfics a ton, so other than that, I have no idea 😅 I don't read a ton of Skz fanfics like I used to. I'm mainly just writing them, but definitely check them out if you're looking for more. Maybe they'll also have more recommendations. I'm sure they don't bite, so feel free to ask them <3

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can I request a MESSY fic 🫣 where the reader is the 'other girl' or homewrecker yk, and eventually the reader and chan falls for each other but whenever his wife calls he just leaves the reader in heartbeat while reader is in bed, so reader comes to realization that they'll always be his dirty little secret?

😰 I will write this because you requested it (also because as much as it sucks, it does happen) but this hurts my heart. I wrote one Minho fic about him cheating and felt like a horrible person for a few days afterwards. I absolutely hate the idea of cheating and playing with people's feelings. It morally feels wrong in my brain. I will write it and I will probably make people feel bad in the process. If I go down emotionally while writing it, I'll take you down with me when you read it <3

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Last first kiss

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Pairing: Han X gn reader

Summary: During a depressive episode, you briefly push your boyfriend away.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 1.6K

Depression resources

Trigger warning: Depression and self-deprecation.

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The four walls of your bedroom usually brought you comfort, but not today. Today, you shut yourself in your bedroom and it felt more like a cage than anything else. Animals with small enclosures often fall victim to Zoochosis; too much distress, not enough enrichment and that leads to depression. 

Photographs of you and Han hung on the wall. Photos of your friends and families smiled at you, but you couldn’t muster the energy to smile back. Life tackled you to the ground again. The voice in your head belittling your every move didn’t help, either. You were on your own, trapped with the demons in your own head. 

Swaddled up in a white fleece blanket, you tried to comfort yourself. An angry headache hung in the balance, threatening to add onto your internal frustration. Why couldn’t you be normal? Why did this have to happen? 

You couldn’t point out what was exactly wrong. That was the worst part. Nothing specifically was wrong, you were just tired. Tired and exhausted. Your brain convinced yourself you were useless again and you believed it. You knew you shouldn’t have, but what else could you assume? 

Your flaws topped your talents. You were riddled with self-deprecation. It bubbled up out of nowhere. It hit you one day and then it spiraled into a sticky tangled web that you couldn’t pull your limbs out of. How long would it last? Why did it have to happen to you? 

You laid on the bed turned away from the door. Sad eyes zoned out to the scent of sugary citrus. The beige wall held your attention far more than anything else could recently. Your soul retreated inside itself and all you could do was mope. At least, it’s all you could do until you were interrupted. 

Footsteps sounded along the outside carpet and the brass knob shifted. The door pushed open and Han appeared in the door frame. Freshly showered, he smelled of Irish Spring and hope. At the sight of you curled up, a smile appeared on his face. “Aw, someone’s hiding from me.” 

“I’m not hiding from you,” you mumbled. 

“All swaddled up and comfy like a baby, how cute.” He patted over and jumped into the bed. Your body shifted and strong arms wrapped around you. Han giggled and wrapped his legs around your waist. 

You squirmed, trying to get away, but he refused to let go. “Nah, nah, nah, I’ve got you. Where do you think you’re going? I’m not letting go.” 

“You’re not helping.” 

“Helping what?” 

“Me.” 

His eyebrows pinched together and he spun you around. You didn’t get a choice. Your eyes met his and you quickly jerked away. Hickory eyes, a heart full of light, and a free-spirited soul. You fell in love with Han the first time you laid eyes on him. 

The first time you kissed, he tasted like cold brew and sleep deprivation. It was date three. At least, you thought it was date three. Too tired from working all night, he completely forgot you were supposed to meet him that morning. The two of you were supposed to go out for breakfast. 

He could barely stand up properly and relied on Changbin to help him to the car. Changbin’s arm slung around his waist. Han’s half-shut eyes continued to droop. He nearly stumbled for the second time, but he perked up when you called his name. 

Changbin stopped, straightened up, and his eyes immediately narrowed at you. He didn’t recognize you and assumed you must have been a sasaeng. After all, the guys came out the back door. It wasn’t until Han acknowledged you that Changbin calmed down and relaxed. He apologized for assuming the worst, but your attention was on Han. 

Sleepy eyes, messy spiked hair, and chipmunk cheeks. You fell and you fell hard. Utterly smitten by the way his oversized hoodie engulfed his body. Your cheeks went pink and Changbin chuckled. Han sleepily explained your relationship to Changbin. 

As much as you wanted to go out with him again, you didn’t. He looked so tired. Drooped shoulders and all. You cautiously approached him and his sleepy eyes found yours. “Hi,” he whispered. 

“Hi.” 

As you stared at each other, you didn’t care that Changbin watched. You cupped his cheeks, reached up, and softly kissed his lips. Slow and sweet, Han’s eyes widened and it took a moment before he kissed you back. He stared at you wide eyed and dazed when you pulled away. 

“Go home and get some sleep. Text me afterwards and we’ll reschedule.” You glanced over his shoulder, smiled at Changbin, and told him to drive safe. You left alone on cloud-nine, leaving Han flustered and blushing. 

You still loved Han and you thought you always would. Usually, you loved having his attention, but right now, you wanted to stick your head in the sand and hide. It wasn’t his fault you felt disconnected and off. 

“Did I do something?” He finally asked as he pulled away from you. 

Your head shook. “No, I just want to be alone for right now, that’s all.” 

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded. Hurt filled his eyes, but he quickly rolled away and pushed himself from the bed. “Okay. I’ll be out in the living room if you need anything.” 

You watched him go without stopping him. Despite nothing being his fault, he still wondered if he did something wrong. His head hung and his heart cracked a little. 

What did he do and why were you pushing him away? 

~ ~ ~ 

The longer you stayed tucked into the queen size bed, the worse you felt. Flickers of the sadness filling Han’s face came back. You tried to sleep and block it out, but it continued to haunt you. After a while, you shifted, sat up, and wrapped the blanket around your shoulders. 

In the living room, Han slumped over on the arm of the couch. His eyes were focused on another run through of the Nana anime, but his thoughts funneled around you. The characters moved around mindlessly. He tried to figure out a way to make you feel better. 

When you felt rotten, you pushed everyone away. You tried to keep people close, but you couldn’t keep a grip on people while fighting mental illness. Your depression caused you to keep people at an arm’s length, including your own boyfriend. Not that anyone deserved it, your brain just had a mind of its own. 

“Han?” You uttered softly. “Can I lay with you?” 

He looked up from the TV and stared at you. You were still curled up in the blanket you were in nearly an hour ago. Your hair stuck out in every direction. Purple bags found a home beneath your eyes. 

He shifted back and gently patted the front of the couch. You headed over, climbed in front of him, and laid down. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. It wasn’t my intention. I haven’t felt great mentally over the past few days.” 

“I know. I’ve seen it in the way you act. I’ve been trying to figure out how to approach it, but I’m always cautious about it. I don’t want to make you feel pressured to pretend it doesn’t exist.” 

His arm reached over and extended around your waist. You sucked in a deep breath and sighed. The scent of that Irish Spring body wash still hadn’t faded away yet. The woodsy and spicy scent made you feel at ease again. 

“I’m not good at opening up to people when I’m like this.” 

“That’s okay. We all have our silent battles. I can be like that when I’m feeling rough as well. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” 

You nodded and let your eyes drift up to the TV. “Is this Nana?” 

“Of course. You know how I feel about Nana. That one right there,” he pointed to the screen, “that’s my favorite character.” 

“Interesting.” 

“Would watching it make you feel better?” 

“I don’t think I’ve watched it before.” 

He jerked upright, nearly shoving you to the floor. “Whoops!” His arm went out to keep you on the leather couch. “Sorry. Let me get up and play it from episode one. I think you’re really going to love it.” 

“You think so?” 

“Well, I think I know so, yeah. Are you up for snacks? I think there’s a box of popcorn calling our names. I bet we could find something to cook and fill us up as we watch it.” 

You glanced over your shoulder, trying not to smile. “You really know how to make me feel better, huh?” 

“Uh.” His cheeks flushed red and he reached back to grab the back of his neck. “I mean, I assume you’re not up for talking. We don’t have to talk while we watch Nana. Hopefully, you can just enjoy it as much as I do.” 

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?” 

“Only about a hundred times.” 

“I love you a hell of a lot.” You leaned back, pressing your lips to the side of his cheek. “I appreciate it so much.” 

He chuckled, “any time.” 

You pulled away and sat up, so he could get out from behind you. “So what if I fall in love with this Nana chick?” 

“There’s actually two and I have dibs on rockstar Nana.” 

“Touche.” 

“Give it a few episodes and you’ll understand why.” 

You watched him disappear into the kitchen with a heart full of love and admiration in your eyes.

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I'd fall to pieces on the floor, if you weren't around

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Pairing: Changbin X gn reader

Summary: You struggle with weight gain after taking a new medication.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 2.2K

Eating disorder resources

Trigger warning: Weight gain, self-image issues, and brief mention of skipping meals.

A/N: I'm glad I could finally push this request out. Requestee, I hope this helps. Changbin would not want anyone to skip their meals or think they're ugly. Our bodies are so important and do everything they can to keep us alive. That is so special and this fic really highlights that. Please take care of yourselves <3

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It turns out there is a hell on earth. It’s the bright fluorescent lights of the dressing room. A long rectangular mirror that leaves no flaw untouched. You tried to avoid meeting your own gaze. Once again, you reached down and attempted to button the waist of your pants, but to no avail. 

You gritted your teeth, sucked in your stomach, and pulled at the waistband once more. Why weren’t more jeans fitted with elastic waists? Why did the sizing always feel wrong? Most importantly, this was your size, so why wasn’t it fitting? 

You weren’t overly enthused about going clothes shopping, but when it came to jeans, you knew you had to bite the bullet. You risked a lot buying them online, so you decided to check out the nearest department store. You made sure they had the brand you liked before you came and now you were here. 

Just outside the dressing room, Changbin leaned against a white wall. He didn’t know how long you planned on taking. In the meantime, he texted Han about a new movie he thought he’d be interested in seeing. Unaware of your distress, he texted as if nothing was wrong. 

“Stupid fucking jeans,” you mumbled to yourself. You grabbed the sides, jerking them back down your body. You squirmed, nearly tripped, but then they were off. 

You folded them, just like how they were folded when you picked them up, tossed them on the nearby bench, and stared at the other pairs you grabbed. You grabbed three different shades of colors. A light-wash, regular denim blue jeans, and a pair in black. If you couldn’t wear the size you grabbed, those wouldn’t fit, either. 

You stared at the unworn pile, trying to swallow the forming lump in your throat. If you couldn’t wear the brand of jeans you always wore, it only meant one thing; you gained weight. 

You feared it, you always had, but there was no more denying it. When your jeans didn’t fit properly back home, you blamed it on the dryer. You assume you must have pressed the wrong setting, causing the denim to shrink somehow. You should have known, but you wanted to deny it. 

Bodies are everything in this day and age. From the way you look, to the facial features you don’t get to pick, they make, or break you. You thought you were doing okay. When the doctor prescribed a new medication and weight gain was a side effect, you shrugged it off, assuming it wouldn’t happen to you.  

The four square walls felt a little tighter. Anxiety brewed in your gut and you blinked rapidly. A wave of warmth overcame you, but you ignored it. You grabbed your sweatpants and quickly slipped back into them. Wiping at your eyes, you sucked in a deep breath. 

A shirt still awaited you. You grabbed it because you liked the way it looked. Determined not to look at your reflection, you jerked your shirt over your head, and wiggled into the new one. Something was off instantly. It didn’t cover your stomach fully. You sucked in your stomach, but even then, it didn’t fit. 

Your teeth clamped into your bottom lip. Your eyes squeezed shut and you sucked in a deep breath. Part of your brain tried to say it was okay, but the other part screamed at you. You were pathetic. Ugly. Gross. 

Fat. 

You ripped the shirt off, as if it was on fire. It hit the side of the wall and slumped down inside out on the jeans you folded. Your arms crossed over your body and your head ducked down. Nobody could see you, your boyfriend waited for you outside, but you felt so alone. 

Insecurity always hung around and today it clamped onto your heart. Your worth shattered on the ceramic floor. The burn of hot tears came so fast, but you refused to let them fall. Instead, you reached up and pressed your fingers against your eyes, trying to stop them. 

“Stop it,” you weakly whispered. “You’re fine. Just be normal. It’s not a big deal.” You pulled your hands away and fanned your face. Rapid blinks helped the forming tears dissolve. 

It took you a few moments to collect yourself. You jerked back to the mirror to check your eyes and that’s when you caught the stretch of your skin. Bright marks pulled your attention to them. You knew you were gaining stretch marks, but you had no idea it was this bad. You were hideous and you hated who you turned into.

You briefly made eye contact with yourself, enough to make sure your tears were gone, and then you steered yourself back to the bench. In your shirt, you felt so much more comfortable. You refolded the shirt, grabbed the jeans, and headed outside. 

At the sound of an opening door, Changbin pushed off the wall and grinned. “You’re back!” 

You nodded and forced yourself to smile. “Yeah, I’m back. I’m sorry I took so long.” 

“No worries, I’m texting Han. Did it go alright? Did they fit?” 

It was a harmless question, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell the truth. You nodded and reached out for his hand. “Yeah, let’s check out and head home.” 

“Already?” 

“Yeah, shopping makes me feel really tired. The lights are so bright and there’s so many people. I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to be. I mean, unless you have somewhere you want to go?” 

“Nah, I don’t think so.” His fingers curled around yours and he led you towards the cash registers. “Let’s head back home and find something to do there. I feel like a home day might be good for us. We’ve both been so busy lately.” 

He looked at you like you made the stars, but you didn’t notice. Too stuck in your head, you didn’t realize just how much he loved you. You walked to the counter and paid for the clothes, pretending that they really did fit. They would fit and you’d make them. 

Even if you had to skip a few meals, you’d get back to your size no matter what. 

~ ~ ~ 

Back at home, you took your bag of new clothes through the house and into your shared bedroom. Changbin giddily followed you, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. As you pulled open the bag to put them in the dresser, he snuck into the room and shut the door. You glanced over your shoulder when the door clicked. 

“Okay, I’m ready!” He jumped forward, springing onto the bed on his stomach. 

“For what?” 

“Your fashion show! Duh! What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t hype you up?” 

You froze and your face fell. You quickly jerked your head back to the dresser, but it was too late. He already saw the panic in your eyes. He pushed himself up, worried that something was wrong. “Hey, are you okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I-I just-” Your brain went into overdrive. “I’m just not feeling very fashionable today. I just tried them on back at the store and I don’t think I’m feeling jeans much anymore. I had the epiphany while I was trying them on.” 

He groaned and jerked himself onto his back. “But I was looking forward to the fashion show! I waited all that time and held up the dressing room wall for you.” 

“You know what I look like in jeans.” 

“But these are new jeans!” 

“I’m getting a headache.” 

He huffed and grumbled to himself. Like a toddler, he kicked his feet. “I can’t believe that-” 

A wave of anger swept through you. Usually, his antics didn’t bother you, but you were already so upset about the way your body looked. Disgusted and humiliated. Your words tumbled out so fast and you couldn’t stop them.

“I can’t try on the jeans for you because they don’t fit, Changbin! There! That’s why! Are you happy now? I don’t want to show you because they don’t button. I’ve gained weight, I’m fat, and ugly, and gross.” 

His head snapped over to you and his face fell. “They don’t fit?” 

You kept your back to him. You weakly shook your head and shut your eyes. “No.” 

“Baby, you didn’t have to buy them if they didn’t fit. We could have sized up and it wouldn’t have been a problem.” 

“Did you not hear the part where I said I’m fat and ugly?” You weakly laughed, trying not to cry, but your laugh cut out. A bottom lip trembled and you wiped at your eyes. 

Changbin quietly got up and snuck behind you. Strong warm arms wrapped around your waist. “You’re not fat and ugly.”

“I gained weight from my medicine.” 

“That’s okay.” 

“No, it’s n-not. What if you realize I’m ugly now? What if I try the next size and they don’t fit either?” 

His arms gently squeezed around your torso. “Take a deep breath, you’re spiraling.” 

“I have new stretch marks a-and I-” Your eyes squeezed shut, but it wasn’t enough to stop the salty tears from poking through. “I feel so ugly.” 

“I know you might feel ugly, but you’re not ugly. It’s okay to gain weight and it’s okay to lose weight.” His head gently fell against your shoulder. “What’s not okay is to call the love of my life ugly. You’re not ugly now and nothing will ever make you ugly in my eyes.” 

“But the stretch marks…” 

“What about them?” 

“They’re gross.” 

“Why? What makes them gross? Because the way I see them, your skin is stretching to protect you. It’s keeping you safe. You think I don’t have stretch marks?” 

“Huh?” 

He pulled away from you, reached up, and tugged the sleeve of his t-shirt all the way up. It took a few moments, but he finally found what he was looking for. “This right here,” he pointed to a faint mark. “This is one of my stretch marks. They formed after I started to gain muscle.” 

“But you're not fat,” you whispered. You spun around, so you could see. 

“You don’t have to be fat to have stretch marks. They form when you grow and you might think they’re ugly, but I don’t. My skin is stretching to accommodate me. That’s not ugly, there’s beauty in that.” 

Your eyes lingered on it and you sniffled again. He continued speaking. “There is nothing disgusting and evil about stretch marks. So many people have them. You shouldn’t hate yourself just because you have them.” 

“I don’t know how not to.” 

“You hate your body right now because people have told you that you should. I’m here to tell you that you should listen to me because I love you.” He let go of his sleeve and it fell. 

His hands reached up and gently cupped your cheeks. “The human body is amazing and wants to keep your organs safe. The skin is stretching to keep you safe. No matter how bright they might be right now, they’ll fade.”

“If you’re worried about gaining weight, you’ve kinda lucked out.” A soft smile quipped up on half his face. “You’ve got me and I’ll help you with it, if that’s what you wish.” 

“Are you going to make me drink your chicken breast protein shakes?” 

He laughed and shook his head. Black hair bobbed and your distress started to melt. “No. I won’t make you drink them, but if you ever want to try one, I-” 

“No thank you.” 

“That’s okay. You don’t have to do whatever you don’t want to do.” 

You nodded and your eyes met his. “Thank you for making me feel better.” 

“It’s an honor, a privilege, and always a delight. Do you know what you do to my heart? Ugh, I love you! You’re worried about being fat? Watch this!” 

“What are you– hey!” You shrieked as he dipped down and jerked you over his shoulder. You dangled with your hands towards the ground. “Where are we going?” 

“Out to have lunch because you’re not skipping your meals and I can hear your stomach growling. Hang on tight, spider-monkey.” 

“Did you just quote Edward Cullen?” 

He laughed, causing your body to vibrate. You rolled your eyes and dangled with defeat. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” 

“Let’s see if I glitter in the sunlight. If I’m a vampire, I’m turning you. I’m not being an immortal without you. Wait!” He paused and he raised an eyebrow. “If I was a vampire, does that mean Chan would be my enemy since he-” 

“Don’t start with the Chan is a wolf conspiracy.” 

“But he picked his pack and everything!” 

“No.” 

“It’s canon!” 

“Changbin!” 

“I need to call Han and get his opinion.” 

There was absolutely nothing you could do as you hung over his shoulder, besides sigh and hope he put you down sooner, much rather than later.

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i was deep into exam week, and i think i missed a lieslab chapter 💀 where did doctor au come from and whats going on w it

i am super excited for whatever you r planning/writing, but i am also absolutely confused cuz i am usually completely up to date lol

The way so many of you have been taking exams is so evil and cruel. I know it's that time of the year and everything, but I am holding so much space in my heart for hating everyone's exams. How dare they make all of you stress out so much.

No worries. I made a poll and from that poll, the lab rats have come to the conclusion that they want a doctor AU. Everyone was given the choice of two doctors and a poll for each of the members. The majority of whatever specialty was picked the most won.

So now, I'm drafting and creating doctor AU stuff behind the scenes, while I also work on requests. There will be an intro post eventually and as I write, I'm going to be randomly dropping polls when I need to. You're all helping with the plot lines and characters. It's kinda like Grey's Anatomy inspired. Lots of drama and whatnot. It's going to be an absolute blast. Each drabble will be written like a full episode and I have plans for a multitude of them.

Plus, it's a good way to stay interactive with my followers because there have gotten to be a lot of people here. If you're going to be here and reading my stuff, I might as well entertain you in a more personalized and fun way. It also means I get to learn more and I like learning, so really, there's not a downside to this.

That's about all of it 😅

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Oh em gee your bag is so cute!! Will definitely customize mine I think, as I'm going to college in September and maybe it will signal out to any other stays or kpop fans🤔!!

Also wanted to say that your seizure fic was amazing, I'm glad that you did it with a more light hearted tone, I didn't want to specify too much in my request to give you some creative liberties!!

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Thank you!! Definitely do it!! It's a good conversation starter. There's someone in my area with a car that has decal Skzoos peeking out of their back window. I've seen their car a few times at my local grocery store. One day, I swear I will get to meet them. I need to know who owns it, desperately.

I really wanted to make it more lighthearted, mainly because you said you have them. Hypothetically speaking, if someone in the group had them every now and then, I'm sure they'd adapt and do their best to help them. This wasn't any different. I think they'd panic at first, but quickly learn to do what's best for them and their body.

I imagine since you have them, you've got it down and you know what to do after they happen. You know your body, you know what fits you best to recover. I'm sure you have information from your medical provider on what to do and how to cope. I could have painted the story as having one for the first time, but I know when some people have them, they tend to feel embarrassed about it because they can't control their bodies.

I didn't want someone with seizures to read it and feel shame and embarrassment. That's why I tended to briefly mention embarrassment and kinda gloss over it with far more humor from the guys. Seizures are nothing to be embarrassed about. It's also why there wasn't an ambulance and a hospital visit. Some people do need that afterwards, but others don't. I don't know your specific situation, hence why I made it more generalized.

I'm really glad that you gave it to me. Sometimes when I get prompts like that, it really makes me think about how to handle specific situations. It also brings attention to a specific medical condition that deserves more attention. Not everyone has knowledge of what to do when someone has a seizure.

I have a specific family member that watched a coworker collapse and seize a few years ago. Everyone panicked because they didn't know what to do. The person ended up okay, but it shook everyone up because they realized a medical emergency happened and they felt helpless. It could have ended a lot differently. The company, shortly afterwards, made all their supervisors attend multiple basic medical training courses and the company paid for it.

First-aid response is so important. From basic CPR, the Heimlich maneuver, what to do when someone has passed out, or is actively seizing, it's all so important. You never know when someone can use that help one day. In quite a few cases, it can be life, or death.

I truly do appreciate you coming and asking me to write it. It never hurts to ask me about specific requests. The worst thing I can do is say no and that's usually pretty rare. I deeply hope you come back to it if you ever need it. Their chaos, even written in fiction, tends to feel a lot like a home <3

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THERES AN SKZ CONCERT 30 MINUTES FROM MY HOUSE (the nyc one tdy) AND I CANT GOOO IM GUNNA CRY

like can’t a girl js see her favorite group MY MOM SAID ITS TOO EXPENSIVE THEN BROUGHT HERSELF A CAR 6 DAYS AFTER I ASKED 🍌

Oh no. Honestly, I can't blame your mom because tickets really are expensive. Resellers can appear to be a little shady and might be untrustworthy. Ticket fees, using ticketmaster and their stupid extra fees, plus having potential parking fees at the venue; that can be a lot of money to gather up so quickly.

Buying a car shortly after that does feel unfair and I know it sucks. It definitely sucks when you really want to do something and a parent says no. Especially knowing that they're so close to you. That makes it all feel so much worse. On the brighter side of things, Stray Kids have said again and again that they want to do music for a long time.

Maybe try talking to her and seeing if it's possible that maybe it's an option to save money for next time? If you start saving now, you can get better seats then. Maybe even money for merchandise, or VIP tickets? I'm sure they'll come back to America, eventually. If she doesn't want to, maybe try asking if there's things you can do to earn an allowance and you can save up some money that way.

If your TikTok page is filled with Stray Kids stuff, sometimes people at the concerts livestream them and they pop up as live videos. It's not nearly as fun as being there in person, but you still get to see them and hear them. Whatever happens, I hope you get the chance to see them at some point <3

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hey, can I please request an angsty chan x reader fic, where reader overworks and one day chan confronts reader about the missed dates and how reader never gives this relationship priority anymore and then the reader faints mid argument (due to dehydrated and fatigue)

like yk how we always see the boys overworking and missing dates, so I wanted to switch it up

anyways, love yaa!

This is like giving me a loaded gun and expecting me not to shoot everyone in the heart; in terms of literature and not physically speaking 😅 (I don't know how to shoot a gun and would definitely end up blowing off my foot or something) Anyway, I absolutely will and will put it in my stash. Thank you for it and I'm sending a lot of love back your way <3

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omg i have one year left until i graduate. (im a 7 th grader going 8th grade ik im young😭) but like.. my school is one of those where like we’ve only had 3-4 students leave since pre-k (which had 72 kids for me including me) and we had 30 kids come in. but like i cant believe that some of these kids with for 10 years now, 11 next year, we’re going to be graduating. like im on summer break but i actually don’t know what ill do without some of these kids. i love them so much.

You are so young, you're making me feel old 😭 Isn't it crazy? Going to school, getting stuck with a group of people your own age, and then you're with them usually all the way until you finish school? You'll definitely miss them, no doubt about it. It's normal to miss people sometimes, even the ones you think you won't miss.

I left public school half-way through my 8th grade year due to mental health issues. I missed people all the time. From class clowns, to the nice kids that made you feel a little warmer inside for existing, and even old friends that I drifted away from. Missing people is, unfortunately, part of life and I hate to say it, but it's true.

Yet, at the exact same time, you'll uncover so much as life goes on. You'll meet new people and just because you might not be in contact with everyone, you don't have to lose that contact with your favorite people. Swap social media and phone numbers. Text one another. Plan hangouts and go do things together. Take photos and videos. Cherish those moments while you still have them.

Maybe it's cheesy, but there will absolutely be nothing stopping you from having reunions. Just because life fractures, it doesn't always mean you have to let go of the things and people you're fond of. There are certainly ways to manage it.

Enjoy your summer break and keep the memories close <3

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I got the absolute CUTEST foxiny charm for my phone, it's got a little skzoo keychain and pink and pearl flowery beads and a little ribbon. I don't really wear merchandise (official or unofficial) but it's genuinely made me so happy to be showing off my interests, I'm not as embarrassed as I thought I would be 😋 maybe next I'll but a photo card in my phone, or buy a card holder and attach it to my bag ??

soz for yapping, I don't have any KPOP friends to talk about this with

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AH!! I love that for you!! That sounds so cute!! It's super fun and there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I have a Bbokari keychain on my house key. I have extreme maternal instincts for Bbokari, but that's beside the point. Never be embarrassed of your interests. Not ever. That's literally what makes you who you are.

In order to make you feel better, this is my bag!! I don't carry it with me all the time, but it has come with me to the library, with zero shame. I carry a notebook, pens, and usually a book in it. The front has a bunch of pins, on the left side, there's a Hyunjin PC, and on the right side, I have the cutest little penguin plushie. If it makes you happy, everyone else can literally fuck off. I zoomed in on the details, so you can actually see it up close (pretend the front doesn't have wrinkles)

It's one of my most prized possessions 🤭

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so i just read your seizure fic and it was such a nice read and genuinely, the way you right skz just feels right

like you’ve kept their personalities they show while giving them the freedom they’d have off camera, it was js very nice to read

now, i totally understand if you wouldnt want to write such a similar fic, but i was wondering if you could write something ot8 abt heat exhaustion?

i was just taken by ambulance and hospitalized from it and seeing how you take such real and not spoken about issues and incorporate them into writing so realistically is genuinely such a breathe of fresh air to come across

whether you take the request or not, your fics are seriously SO amazing and i can’t wait to see whatever your next work may be, i’m always so engaged with your works

Thank you!! I like to think they'd be similar off camera, just with a lot more cursing and the liberty of decking one another if needed. Sometimes, I imagine they're a little calmer, it just depends on what they're doing and where they are.

I definitely can add it to my stack of requests. Heat exhaustion is scary and I hope you're doing okay. Personally, I can't stand the heat and summer is hell. It's easy to forget to stay hydrated and when you're doing things outside, it can be difficult to stay cool when the warmth seems to smother everything.

Thank you for reading them and please stay safe. Wear your sunscreen, drink some water, and if you're in the heat, try to stay cool when you can <3

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WAIT WAIT FOR PEDIATRICIAN! FELIX got me thinking,,

are we a child? do we have a child? are we pregnant??? are we actual patients or we just watching? or are we like some kind of med student or nurse to justify the watching? who are we !!

labajsbsaj I'll sleep now

and I love your writing, so so much, btw. thank you for sharing it with us, and thank you for sharing us into these worlds you create !! <333

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I guess I didn't tell you what you'll be doing. You're not a patient, no. You'll be just out of medical school and a first-year intern, floating between different departments, navigating the hospital, and helping patients (obviously with a doctor overview)

Thank you for reading my stories and surviving my chaos <3

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THIS IS ANON WHO SLEPT AT 3AM and now is awake at 6am (I'll try to sleep again I swear)

hehehhe I saw before you got to delete them 😋😋

lol I came before they closed with one minute and basically counted along lol I enjoyed, this felt like some kind of soccer match (idk what it is where you're from, but where I'm from soccer is like OMG SOCCER. like two very good friends would fall out if they didn't agree on soccer. it's like politics, this is egypt. soccer is politics. we'd help anyone in a second, but cranky 40 year olds might just kill you if you dont cheer the same team. and it's like, Ahly vs Zamalek (the club names) and you're either "Ahl-awy" or "Zamalk-awy", which is basically like the "-an" in "americ-an". it's like, what's your name, how old are you, "Ahl-awy wala Zamalk-awy?") (wala = or) (in arabic ofc tho) (and I'm using masculine adjectives if it was feminine it'd be "ahla-weya" or "zamalk-aweya") (Egyptian crash course you didn't ask for!)

BASICALLY,, it was like watching a match, regardless, and I'm sorry lolol

can't wait for the intro posts though :))

YOU WANT ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM? IMPOSSIBLE! WHY DO YOU DO THIS ME! MY HEART! AAAAHHHHHHHHH (can you see how much I should be sleeping? lmao

now, since I feel that it is relevant, can I be 💤 anon? tyty take care lie! <33

Welcome back to the land of the living (please get more sleep when you can) Honestly, I could have kept them open for three days, but I'm impatient and the sooner I know the results, the sooner I can write stuff and plan. EGYPT?? This is literally one of the coolest moments of my life. I really like learning about other places and whatnot, so to hear that you're from somewhere so far away from the United States, it's mind-blowing.

That's so fascinating to learn. We have soccer here, but our main sport that's so well-known across the country is football. Two of the best teams compete every year on Superbowl Sunday and whatever team wins gets money, bragging rights, a trophy, and a fancy ring for each player. Their hometowns get super pumped. This year, people were in the streets of the winning hometown celebrating, climbing light poles, cheering, and singing. Whoever loses gets bummed out.

I probably never would have known that. I don't know a ton about Egypt. It sounds like Egypt takes their soccer stuff just as seriously as Americans take football. It's amazing to know that even though we have different cultures and languages, it's still similar in certain ways. Americans get pretty defensive about their favorite teams, collect football jerseys, and love to keep track of game winnings and whatnot.

The intro post is probably going to take a while to make. I want to make a banner and some other neat stuff. I can't wait to create it!! I love using the creative part of my brain, this ignites so much dopamine, it's super fun. I know it's difficult, but I did say I wanted you all to be involved, so... 😅

Of course, you can be. Thank you for giving me a little lesson about Egypt. Please get some sleep, eat a nice meal, and drink some water.

I can't wait to provide you with another adventure soon!! <3

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This is a place where I feel at home

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Pairing: Og8 X gn reader

Summary: After dance practice, you collapse with a seizure.

Genre: 9th member AU

Word Count: 3K

A/N: Requestee, you specifically asked for this. I know seizures can look different and vary from person-to-person, based upon the type of seizures and diagnosis, so I just did a general overview. I hope I managed to write something, that's difficult irl for you, and create something that can make you smile <3 (actually, I hope it makes you laugh)

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Sweat seeped out of every pore. In the center of the group, all nine of you became a single entity. Breathing, moving, and creating movements that rippled through time. You were soaked in your own sweat. The collar of your shirt clung damply to your neck. It stuck between your armpits, but there wasn’t time to pull it away from your skin. 

Stomps echoed and the swell of music caused your fingers to stretch in front of you. You grabbed the open air before jerking your body back and fitting between an open pocket of empty space. Between Han and Seungmin, your lungs heaved for air, but none of you stopped. There wasn’t any time. 

You spun and rocked your weight from one foot to the other in a hop motion. Another twirl, bigger arm movements, and the facial expressions didn’t matter yet. You lost count of how many times you’d gone through all these motions. Another dance practice, another day spent losing yourself in the music. Your lungs ached, but you didn’t complain. 

You lived for this. All the sweat didn’t matter. You caught glimpses of everyone in the mirror. You still didn’t understand how one choreographer taught all nine of you the dance moves. Over and over again, she went over the moves and helped you turn your body on time. Each movement translated to the beat and you flew again. 

“Come on! You’re nearly finished! Keep up the energy!” 

Behind you, she stood in the corner watching your formation. Her eyes swayed from person-to-person, trying to make sure nothing seemed amiss. It all ran perfectly, just like she imagined it to go. Everyone moved like she wanted them to. 

When the song came to an end, loud claps came from the same corner. “Great job everyone! You did so well!” 

Han was the first to sink to his knees. Muscular arms stretched outward in his sleeveless black top. “Oh, god. My arms are on fire, I think I’m going to die.” 

The muscles in your arms felt the same way. No matter how much you danced, you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to the burning sensation from swinging your arms around so much. You chuckled at his antics, shook your head, and went to your bag to grab your water.

Changbin’s laughter cut through the air. He pointed at Hyunjin, making fun of him. “Look at you, you’re practically drowning in your own sweat.” 

“I don’t have the energy to fight you right now.” 

“Looking good as per usual, hyung,” Felix teased. 

A hand ran through Hyunjin’s hair. Sweaty strands jerked back and fell right back into his face. He huffed and collapsed beside Han. “Ugh, I wanna go home, but I think I need to take five. Just a few minutes to catch my breath.” 

You’d been with the guys for so long, the scent of combined sweat didn’t bother you anymore. You’d gone nose blind to it, but you could feel the warmth of the room. The heat that built from moving bodies, flying limbs, and the stuffy contained feeling that caused your skin to itch. 

“Hey.” A finger reached out and poked you in the back of your shoulder blade. You turned around to find Minho staring at you. “Am I taking you home today, or are you going with one of the other guys?” 

“I wanted to go with you, if that’s okay. Chan, Changbin, and Han are all staying over. I don’t know what the rest of the guys are doing.” 

Minho spun around to face everyone else and his voice raised. “Who needs a ride back to the dorms?” 

Felix and Seungmin’s arms shot up. Jeongin glanced up from digging in his backpack. “Wait! Don’t make me drive back alone! Yongbok, be my passenger princess.” 

“Sounds good to me.” 

“I guess that means I’m with the cat and dog,” you mumbled beneath your breath. 

“What was that?” Minho asked. 

“Nothing.” 

He blinked multiple times and shook his head. “Alright, Seungmin, let’s go.” He walked beside the leather couch, grabbed his bag, and headed towards the door. 

You barely had time to grab your bag and follow him. Seungmin rushed after both of you. He waved to the guys, promised Felix he’d see him back home, and hurried into the hall. You and Minho were already halfway down it. From the practice room, Hyunjin grumbled, insisting that nobody loved him because nobody wanted to ride home with him. It didn’t take long for Changbin to straddle his back and confess his love. 

In the air conditioned hall, you grabbed your water bottle and slowly sipped, relishing the cool water. The insulated bottle kept your ice water cold. When it came to days like this, you were always thankful for it. You spent a pretty penny on it, but it came from the recommendation of Chan. He used the same brand and always liked having cold water at his disposal, no matter the day. 

“Can you two slow down?” Seungmin called out. “You’re acting like race horses and we have nowhere to be right now.” 

“I have a place to be, it’s called the shower. I don’t know about you, but it’s calling my name.” Minho rushed down the stairs. “I’m in a hurry to get there because, unlike you, I don’t try to attract people to me via my scent.” 

“Oh, shut up.” 

You chuckled at their antics and took your time going down the stairs. In the lobby, a group of trainees was being addressed by their own manager. When the group spotted the three seniors, they ducked into a respectful bow. You smiled and waved at them. Blushes and shy eyes looked away. Seungmin greeted them back and Minho dropped a respectable nod. 

All three of you knew what it was like meeting senior groups. The butterflies and nerves came fluttering back. It’d been years ago, but you remembered it like it was yesterday. As you walked past them, nostalgia hit you hard. 

Minho held the door open for you and you thanked him. When it came to Seungmin, he let the door go before he walked through the exit. The door started to retract and bumped into Seungmin as he left the building. “Real mature. Thanks a lot, hyung.” 

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” 

“I’m getting the passenger’s seat.” 

“No, you’re not.” 

“I’m calling dibs.” 

“Overruled. It’s my car and I pick the assigned seats.” Minho glanced back at you. “You can have the passenger’s seat.” 

Your head shook. “No, that’s okay. Seungmin can have it if he wants it.” 

“Did you not hear me? I said I pick the assigned seats. You’re up front with me.” 

“Yeah, okay. Seungmin?” You spun around. “Give me your bag and I’ll put it in the trunk.” He tossed his duffle bag in your direction, you caught it with a grunt. 

Minho pressed a button on his key fob and the back of his trunk retracted. Without complaint, you headed over and placed your bags in his trunk. Seungmin threw open the back door and slipped inside. Just as he was about to buckle, Minho tossed his bag between the driver and passenger’s seat, causing it to slam into Seungmin’s chest. “Hold that.” 

“Are you fucking serious?” 

“Did I stutter? Can you hear?” His eyes narrowed. “Should we take you to a doctor and get your ears cleaned out? They’re probably full of wax. No wonder why you don’t listen to what you’re told.”

“Real mature.” 

You shut the trunk and looked over. Afternoon slipped into an early evening. The tangerine sky laid with highlights of soft pink. Supple streaky white clouds rolled warmth into your heart. It’d been a while since you’d been out of work early enough to catch the sunset before it faded into darkness.  

Seungmin huffed and pushed Minho’s bag to his side. It stayed upright on the leather seats. Minho looked in the rearview mirror and glared. “Hey, I said hold onto that.” 

“I’m not holding your bag the entire drive home.” 

“You have no respect for your elders.” 

“And the only thing you’re good at is bossing today’s youth around. I’m sorry you're bitter because your joints creak and your back aches. Don’t take it out on me, take it up with your geriatrician and try some fish oil pills.” 

“What the hell did you just say to me, punk?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and jerked around in his seat. “Say it again and see what happens.” 

“I said take it up with the doctor that specializes in old people!” 

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” 

“Do you kiss anyone at all?” 

Minho lunged back, trying to smack the back of Seungmin’s head, but Seungmin ducked down, just narrowly avoiding it. “Missed me, asshole.” 

“Come here!” 

Meanwhile, your hand expanded outwards and you reached out for the side of the car. You mumbled Minho’s name, but he couldn’t hear it as he argued with Seungmin. It became a sixth sense, an inkling that you were on the verge of something happening. You tried again, softly calling out for Seungmin, but it didn’t work. 

Light fractured and your body caved in. Knees buckled and you tried to stay upright, but your fingers caught nothing, only the smooth black paint of Minho’s car. A loud thud and a sharp pain filled your head. The sharp colors of the sky blended into a watercolor painting. An empty static and then the eerie silence of nothingness. 

The moment a loud bang came from the back of the vehicle, Minho stopped reaching for Seungmin and glanced out the trunk window. “Hey, where’d they go?” 

“Weren’t they just putting the bags in the trunk?” 

“Yeah, but they did and– ah, shit.” 

Seungmin’s eyes widened and he jerked his car door open. It wasn’t always, but you did have seizures every so often. Usually, the guys tried to keep an eye on you, but their actions were limited. You couldn’t spend your whole life being watched twenty-four-seven. He slammed his car door shut and rushed around the car. 

Minho cursed and dropped down beside your shaking body. Every muscle in your body tensed and you jerked unconsciously. A faint noise left your throat. Unaware of it all, there was nothing you could do to stop your brain from firing in all the wrong ways. Muscles spasmed and your fingers twitched.  

“Help me get them onto their side!” Minho barked. 

Seungmin dropped down on your other side. Together, they worked to shift you onto your left side. One of your shoes dug into the cement and scraped across the pavement in the process. He popped up over your body, opened the truck, and quickly unzipped his bag. Minho glanced up in confusion. 

“Here, use this to stabilize their head.” He pulled out a hoodie and folded it into a square. 

Minho grabbed it and gently worked it beneath your head. “There you go. It’s okay, we’ve got you.” 

Seungmin’s hand reached out and grabbed your top ankle. He tried to be cautious, but also stop you from jerking back onto your back. The recovery position, laying on your side, is important when a seizure is active. Minho’s hand hovered above your shoulder. If you jerked back, he gently steadied you. 

“Should we call for an ambulance?” 

“Not unless it doesn’t stop. We’ve been over this, remember?” 

“I know, but I still worry.” 

“We have to trust that they know their own body.” 

For so long, you’d dealt with seizures. Your doctor tried medicine to stabilize you, but sometimes your brain had a mind of its own. You just had to wait for them to pass on their own. 

When it finally stopped, you didn’t know if you were still in your own body. Dance practice already made you sore, but a seizure and aggressive tensing muscles made it so much worse. You sucked in a sharp breath and your eyes fluttered open. 

Minho uttered your name and carefully cupped your face. You groggily looked up, but it sounded like you were beneath water. Whatever he said, you couldn’t understand it fully. Seungmin’s worried face appeared next to his. Your eyes shut. 

“What’s happening?” Seungmin whispered. 

“Exhaustion. Their body totally just freaked out on them. It’s not easy to handle.” Minho called your name again. This time, you could finally understand what he said. 

“Hmm?” 

“I’m going to pick you up and take you back inside, okay? We’re just going to make sure you’re stable before we put you in a moving car and take you home. Do you need anything?” 

“My water.” 

“Let’s get you inside and you can have some. This concrete can’t be comfortable. Seungmin, get the water. Is your head okay? There’s a red spot on your forehead. I think you slammed the bumper of my car when you fell.” 

You shrugged, still feeling a little out of it. Minho’s strong arms slipped beneath your body. He stood up, scooped you into his chest, and slowly walked back to the company building. “If you need something, just let me know.” 

“Okay.” 

You were quiet all the way back upstairs. The pair chose the elevator and Minho instructed Seungmin to press all the buttons. Chan, Changbin, and Han were all in one of the recording studios. When Minho arrived with you in tow, the three of them glanced over. 

“What happened?” Chan asked. 

“Seizure in the parking lot.”

They were up within seconds, worrying about you. You wanted to be embarrassed, but you couldn’t be. Your head felt so fuzzy and you were tired. Minho gently placed you onto the couch. Your eyes reopened. 

“Are you okay?” Changbin approached you first. “Do you need anything?” 

“My water.” 

Seungmin handed it to Changbin. He helped you sit up and watched as you took a few sips of the cool water. Multiple pairs of eyes fell on you, but you tried to ignore it. You didn’t like being the center of attention, but in times like this, you didn’t get a choice. 

Han finally appeared and slowly slipped behind your legs. “You’re sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, just tired.” 

“Do you want to stay here for a bit? Chan, Changbin, and I were just about to rearrange our next song. It’s a ballad, so it shouldn’t cause your head to ache.” 

“Or I can take you back home,” Minho added. “With Seungmin, it’s up to you.”

“Can I stay here? I just wanna rest.” 

“Of course. Seungmin, let’s head out and give them some space. We can’t have you stenching up the place with your wet dog scent.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Minho waved him to the door. He rolled his eyes, placed your bag beside the couch, and headed away. “Whatever. Take care, you know where to find us if you need us.” 

“If they make it home without murdering each other,” Chan joked. 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” 

Your eyes shut, but you listened to the bickering with amusement. Their taunts would never get old. Changbin glanced at you once more before heading back to one of the chairs in front of the recording booth. 

Han gently patted your legs. “I’m going to stay right here beside you. Maybe if I’m here, I can keep the seizures away. Like a mosquito repellant, but for seizures.” 

“You think so?” You asked.

“I hope so.” 

Chan shut the door and sighed. “I guess it could be worse. The other three went home earlier.” He headed back to the spot beside Changbin. “Maybe it’s better they’re not here because-” 

The door jerked open and Hyunjin rushed in, nearly tripping over himself. He called your name with worry and dropped in front of the couch. “Are you alive? Are you a ghost? Tell me you can still see me! How many fingers am I holding up?” 

“Hyung, Minho said not to bother them and let them rest.” Jeongin entered the room with crossed arms. “You’re going to stress them out more.”

“Am I not allowed to worry? How many fingers? You’re not responding!” 

“Probably because their eyes are shut.” 

Your eyes reopened at the sound of Felix’s voice. He placed an arm around Jeongin’s shoulder and waved at you. “Hey, we heard what happened from Minho. We just came to see if you’re okay.” 

“I thought the three of you went home?” Chan uttered from his spot. 

“Oh, yeah, we were going to, but-” 

“I don’t want to drive home alone!” Hyunjin whined. “It’s like nobody in this group loves me. I stole Jeongin’s car keys and he keeps chasing me and trying to get them back.” He called your name. “Tell Innie that he can’t drive home with Lix. I need a passenger princess, too.” 

The worry from your seizure melted away a little. Your seizures were serious and always would be, but with the antics of the guys, you couldn’t worry for long. Before you could speak, Minho appeared. “Hwang Hyunjin, I’m about to roast your ass in the airfryer. Get over here!” 

“I had to make sure they were still alive!” 

“I’m about to make ferret kabobs in the next five seconds if you don’t leave.” 

“But hyung!” 

Chan groaned and rubbed his face. “I can’t believe I picked all of you and have to put up with all of this years later.” 

“Who wants to try a wolf kabob next?” Minho asked. 

Every single hand went up, including yours.

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HORRAAYYYYY ITS DONE !!

(no I didn't stay up to check the results it's 3am where I am)

THREE IN THE MORNING? You better be sleeping. It's almost like you knew after they closed, I'd delete them. I have the results recorded and written down. You didn't have to do that at all. I'm going to make an introduction post and everything 😭

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