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Hello! I'm back after a long long time and I feel like writing again. I had an idea and I'm turning it into a fic. Don't know how many chapters yet, but here is the prologue. It is also intended to be woosan, and seongjoong👀 Feel free to share opinions! My ask box is open 😁

A Traitor's Song

A crumbling kingdom. A fabled treasure. Eight skilled pirates bound by fate, one of them a traitor. As loyalty shatters and love complicates everything, the crew must confront betrayal in the midst of their greatest quest. Will the treasure bring them together, or will love and deceit tear them apart?

Prologue

A month ago

One, two, three steps taken towards the rigid figure standing in front of him. The young man’s boots clinked against the cobblestones as the dim glow of a lantern flickered in the breeze. The air smelled of salt and decay, matching the unease settling in his stomach. He took a deep breath as he closed the door behind him. After all these years, it could be finally the moment to break his chains and be free from all constraints. He gulped, his stance firm and strong, chin up and decided eyes. The opposite man looked at him with an evil grin, as if he was enjoying the tense situation.

‘‘You called, here I am. Now talk.’’

‘‘Are you in a rush? Sit down, have a drink.’’

‘‘I don’t have time for drinks. Spit it up.’’

‘‘God, have you always been so impatient?’’ The figure sighed, swirling the rum in his cup. The scent of it was thick and cloying, a bitter sweetness that filled the room. ‘‘The kingdom’s economic crisis is getting worse, there is no money to get food, make traits, no hope for the people, at all.’’

‘‘I’m pretty sure we are all aware of that’’ Said the young man ‘‘Is that what you called me for? To remind me of the unprecedent tragedy that waits for all of us?’’

“Not quite.” The man set his cup down with a deliberate clink. “I called to offer you a deal."

 “A deal?”

“You’ve heard the legends of the city of gold.”

“The city of gold?” he scoffed. “Fairy tales for drunkards and fools. No ship has ever found such a place.”

“It’s not a fairy tale,” the man said coldly. “It’s real. A kingdom wiped out years ago. No one dares go near it now because of the Kraken and the cursed sea that surrounds it. But if someone were brave enough—skilled enough—to reach it, they’d find riches beyond measure. Enough to save us all. Well, us.”

‘‘You are not expecting me to get on a ship and try to find it, are you?’’

The man pulled an old leather notebook from his coat, placing it on the table with a soft thud. One by one, he laid out seven rough sketches—faces hastily scrawled but clear enough to recognize.

“Each of these men has the skills to find the city. Gather them. Form a crew. Bring me the gold. Do that, and I’ll give you half.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping. “And you’ll be free.”

‘‘You make it sound way too easy. Don’t you think the seven of them will want a part of the gold?’’

“Oh, they’ll want their share,” the man said with a wicked grin. He leaned back into the shadows. “That’s why you’ll have to kill them. Every of them.’’

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Hello! I'm back after a long long time and I feel like writing again. I had an idea and I'm turning it into a fic. Don't know how many chapters yet, but here is the prologue. It is also intended to be woosan, and seongjoong👀 Feel free to share opinions! My ask box is open 😁

A Traitor's Song

A crumbling kingdom. A fabled treasure. Eight skilled pirates bound by fate, one of them a traitor. As loyalty shatters and love complicates everything, the crew must confront betrayal in the midst of their greatest quest. Will the treasure bring them together, or will love and deceit tear them apart?

Prologue

A month ago

One, two, three steps taken towards the rigid figure standing in front of him. The young man’s boots clinked against the cobblestones as the dim glow of a lantern flickered in the breeze. The air smelled of salt and decay, matching the unease settling in his stomach. He took a deep breath as he closed the door behind him. After all these years, it could be finally the moment to break his chains and be free from all constraints. He gulped, his stance firm and strong, chin up and decided eyes. The opposite man looked at him with an evil grin, as if he was enjoying the tense situation.

‘‘You called, here I am. Now talk.’’

‘‘Are you in a rush? Sit down, have a drink.’’

‘‘I don’t have time for drinks. Spit it up.’’

‘‘God, have you always been so impatient?’’ The figure sighed, swirling the rum in his cup. The scent of it was thick and cloying, a bitter sweetness that filled the room. ‘‘The kingdom’s economic crisis is getting worse, there is no money to get food, make traits, no hope for the people, at all.’’

‘‘I’m pretty sure we are all aware of that’’ Said the young man ‘‘Is that what you called me for? To remind me of the unprecedent tragedy that waits for all of us?’’

“Not quite.” The man set his cup down with a deliberate clink. “I called to offer you a deal."

 “A deal?”

“You’ve heard the legends of the city of gold.”

“The city of gold?” he scoffed. “Fairy tales for drunkards and fools. No ship has ever found such a place.”

“It’s not a fairy tale,” the man said coldly. “It’s real. A kingdom wiped out years ago. No one dares go near it now because of the Kraken and the cursed sea that surrounds it. But if someone were brave enough—skilled enough—to reach it, they’d find riches beyond measure. Enough to save us all. Well, us.”

‘‘You are not expecting me to get on a ship and try to find it, are you?’’

The man pulled an old leather notebook from his coat, placing it on the table with a soft thud. One by one, he laid out seven rough sketches—faces hastily scrawled but clear enough to recognize.

“Each of these men has the skills to find the city. Gather them. Form a crew. Bring me the gold. Do that, and I’ll give you half.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping. “And you’ll be free.”

‘‘You make it sound way too easy. Don’t you think the seven of them will want a part of the gold?’’

“Oh, they’ll want their share,” the man said with a wicked grin. He leaned back into the shadows. “That’s why you’ll have to kill them. Every of them.’’

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I feel the feroucious need to write a scenario about this

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I'm back around here, should I finally post part 2 of this? Asking cause I don't want it to flop🥹

Hello! Here's a bit of angst. Part 2 for happy ending??

Trigger warning: Angst, break up, crying. Reader is a teacher cause is the profession that came first skdjs

The Chaos Theory

The butterfly effect, or the chaos theory states that one simple event can lead to bigger events, and change the course of things, the way an action can affect directly another one.

Maybe, going to that convenience store wss your butterfly effect. Maybe, you shouldn't have gone.

However, it wasn't crazy or weird to see your boyfriend in tv, or heard people talking about him since he was a popular, yet, no one had a single clue he was dating you. For the world he was single, until that night.

You were waiting in line to get your things payed, until one of the two girls in front you of let out a tiny scream, making you furrow your eyebrows in confussion.

"What is it?" asked her friend. "Your boyfriend again?"

"Well, not my boyfriend, my husband. There's a twitter account saying Bangchan might be dating! Oh my god, do you think is true?"

Even though you tried to avoid reading those comments or being involved in the media scandal, you couldn't help but pay attention. Was it a leaked picture of you? Do I need to run? You thought to yourself. But you didn't.

"Apparently he's dating this female idol from the latest JYP group. They were seen together a few days ago, look!" The girl showed her friend her phone "They don't look that bad, do they?"

"Nope, not at all. They look great, actually. Would be a pretty couple, I ship them!"

You knew, you absolutely knew. You knew her, you knew he was going to be a guest in their new music video, you knew everything, but you couldn'y say anything. You knew Chan wouldn't even think of cheating on you, you knew Christopher. However, those thoughts were definitely not helping your rising anxiety.

It was something that had been haunting you for months, you met him when he was already popular, and you were beyond proud of everything he accomplished and keep accomplishing. You could deal with the distance whenever he went away on tour, or the nights where he'd arrive late. But you couldn't seem to deal with your own thoughts and how they were tearing you apart.

You moved back home, thinking about how different your lifestyles were, and the dark clouds were adding drama to that moment.

When night came, you couldn't control it anymore, your eyes were already teary and puffy, and you thanked god your roomate wasn't there so you didn't have to give any explanations. You put on a jacket, grabbed the keys to her car, and headed to Chan's dorm. You knew the kids were not going to be there, so it seemed the perfect timing.

"Baby? Hey! What are you—" Chan said welcoming you, but interrupting himself when his smile fade away, noticing your tired, teary eyes. "What happened, y/n?

He was about to pull you in his arms, but instead of jumping to him, you moved aside and let yourself inside the building, making Chan look at you in confussion and concern. He turned around, searching for you eyes.

"Chan we... We need to talk, can we?"

"Yeah, we need. And you're scaring me, like... a lot" he chuckled a bit, keeping his smile. But out of being nervous.

"I–..." you cut yourself, feeling your throat getting tight. "I've been thinking a lot and... Maybe..." after taking a deep breath, you looked back at him "maybe this isn't right?"

"This? What is this? Could you explain it better, yeah?" His soft eyes and patience broke you even more.

"Us, Chan." You saw Chris's eyes getting filled with pain, horror, sadness. "This is not easy to say, but... I've been thinking and... Maybe it's better if we take different roads."

"Y/n—ah... I'm not– I'm not getting anything. Why are you bringing this up? I know I don't rest that much or I'm always doing things but—" this time, you interreputed him.

"Exactly. But it is not that I'm mad about it"

"Then?"

"I don't want to drag you down, Channie..." you felt your eyes getting wet, and you bit your lower lip trying to stop your chin from trembling. "You are always trying to move your agenda, getting more time, and... Last time you already got scolded for cancelling an interview and spend the weekend with me. I–... We are from different worlds, Chan. And at some point is gonna... Is not gonna be manageable anymore. I don't want to block you from working hard and your dreams"

You said looking down, while Chan was completely frozen in his spot, his eyebrows furrowed, his adam apple moving when he swallowed hard to keep his tears.

"I'm a grown man, y/n. I do what I want, and I want to be with you, yeah? I know it's hard but-" you interrupted him.

"Chan this is not... there's a lot more behind it" you said as you felt the tears going down your cheeks.

"You read comments again, didn't you? Baby those are not true, and you know that."

Chan took a step closer and denied with his head, he wanted to hug you, kiss you, but the step you took back stopped him from doing so.

"They are, Chris." Hearing his name in that moment was even more painful "I mean, just look at you...And look at me." You sniffed, lifting your arms pointing at him but letting it fall once again "you are an idol, your world is... Unmatchable for me. I'm just a regular teacher, with a reg-" this time, he was the one to interrupt you.

"You're not just a teacher, you have a masters degree, your students love you, you make them feel better, you do much more than I do."

"But it still isn't enough, Chan. You deserve someone at your level... And... Maybe I'm not the one."

And that was the breaking point. Your words grew smaller and weaker syllable by syllable, finally closing your eyes wjth strenght as your tears fell down, uncontrolably, matching Chan's heartbeat that was going crazy, crazy not to shatter into a million pieces.

He took another step closer, finally caging you in his arms, the smell of his perfume giving you instant peace. His hand landed at the back of your head, gently pushing you against his chest.

"You are speaking non-sense...I love you, you make me wanna keep going, and... And we can carry this, yeah?" His voice was soft, yet, you could hear the sadness.

"I love you too, Chris. Way too much... That is why I have to let you go."

You lifted your head and your palm rested on his cheek, thumb caressing his cheekbone. Chan's hand grabbed yours without taking it away from his face, he couldn't.

"Don't say that, come on" at this point, his eyes were red with tears, and both of you were broken of seeing the latter fall down your faces.

"You're the best man I have ever meet, Channie. And... I just hope someone good..." You sniffed hard, being completely unable to finish that sentence. You didn't want him to be with anyone else, but at the same time you felt you were not the one. "Take care, yeah?"

You left a quick and painful kiss on his cheek, before going out as fast as possible, hiding your sobs. Chan stood there, not moving an inch in the middle of the room, only his chin trembling, and tears staining the floor.

Meanwhile, outside, seven boys were happily getting off the van, trying to cover themselves from the rain.

"Ah, Chan-hyung is going to be so happy" Felix said with a smile

"Totally, this new world tour is gonna hype him up so much" I.N added, "Oh, yn-ah is here" he said again with a happy smile when he recognized your car, making the rest of the kids smile as well.

However, you didn't even see them. Or didn't want to. The door closed behind you as you ran past the seven of them, their faces looking at you in confussion when you didn't say hi, but especially, cause they noticed the sobbing and the tears in your face. They look at each other, not understanding anything.

"Lee Know"

Changbin told him, and just by his name he understood. From a time there, you and Lee Know had a very close relation, he became pretty much some sort of big brother, and he was the one who ran after you, calling your name.

"Yn-ah!" He grabbed you by your shoulder, stopping you right before you entered the car.

"Not now, Minho" you said, a sob escaping your lips "please"

"God, I can't let you get go in that state, much less with this rain. What the hell is-" He stopped right in his tracks when you hugged him.

"Take me home, please"

You begged in a whisper, him nodding. He raised his head to look at Han, slightly lifting his shoulders to make him understand he didn't know what was happening either. But they were far from dumb, they knew something between you and Chan must have happened.

When Han turned around, the kids were already walking inside the place. When he got in, he saw Hyunjin sitting next to Chan, his head on his shoulder, and his arm around his torso. On Chan's left was Felix, patiently looking at him. Kneeling in front was I.N together with Changbin, and Seungmin was coming back from the kitchen with a glass of water. Han took a step closer to the group, and with no words he understood why their leader was sobbing hard, looking down while holding his head with his hands and covering his face as his elbows were on his thighs.

Did it really end? Was the only thought for everyone, inside and outisde the building.

Part 2?

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This man is gonna end me if this happen I swear

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THE MEN THEY ARE.

Stray Kids ✧ LALALA Making

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HELLO PEOPLE.

I know the part 2 is still missing, but my job and studies have me dying. Still, might write something short...

What do you all think? Some fluff, angst, smut? Let me know 👀

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Jesus I'm not your strongest soldier

mhm.

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Just letting you know I posted a dad Chan scenario...cofcof

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS?

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Hello!! That Chan pic with the baby is just sjdjsjdj and the entire video, lord. I was wondering if u could write something like thar pls, needing fluff dad Chan 🥹

OMG YES. ABSOLUTELY . Also, golden star for you for being my first request ⭐️

Let's see what I come up with.

Warnings: Dad Bangchan. Fluff, extreme domestic fluff.

Big hugs

Ever since Chan came back to work after his hiatus, he promised he would come back home earlier. In the end, he had to come back not only to his house, but to his home. It wasn't just you waiting for him, now there was a tiny little human being that would wait for him.

However, Chan's promise was forgotten that day. It was already 10pm and he was nowhere to be seen. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, for Daesung refused to sleep for the entire day. No nap time, and he was definitely far from falling asleep anytime soon. He's definitely his son, you thought when the tiny almost two year old refused closing his eyes.

Walking around the place, singing, showing him toys, begging, anything worked. Instead, his tears kept flowing and so did your stress. His diaper was clean, he ate his dinner, he didn't seem to be hurt, the thought of taking him to the hospital faded when he finally sat still on the floor and started playing with his toys, and if he was not sleeping, at least he have you some peaceful minutes to a quick trip to the bathroom.

Chan finally arrived home, quietly. He smiled when he saw the boy giving his entire attention to his tiny, tiny guitar, pulling the nylon strings one by one, thank you uncle Han for the present.

He hid behind the wall, just showing his face when he finally spoke, calling the baby's attention.

"Hello there"

His dimples appeared on his cheeks and his eyes became smaller thanks the smiling expression. The baby quickly turned around, and started moving his legs and arms in an attempt of getting up.

The older man left his hiding and went straight to him, kneeling as to pick him up. Daesung started giggling right away, gripping onto Chan's shirt without hesitation.

"Your eyes are so red, had you been crying, hm? No, don't cry! Let's whipe those eyes, yeah? Don't cry, I've got you, ok?."

He said with a downward smile, rubbing his nose against the chubby cheek after cleaning the dry tears on his cheeks, making you melt right away when you appeared in the room once again, leaning in the doorframe for a few seconds while Chan didn't notice you.

"Two good looking boys and I look like if I'm back from a camping night" you said in between giggles.

"Ah, baby" Chan laughed as well, walking towards your way and kissing your shortly as a hello. "I'm sorry, yeah? I knew I said I'd arrive early and-" you cut his words.

"Watch him while I take a quick shower. I need it. Then I'll forgive you."

"Sounds like a fair deal"

Chan agreed, and his attention went back to Daesung. He lifted him in his arms in swift motions, the baby giggling and kicking his legs whenever Chan would lift him up in the air, and then back down using his mouth to immitate the sound of a rocket. Their tiny game continued for a few minutes, until Chan took him back to the bedroom.

"Shall we put you on your pj's, yeah?" He said with a kind of high pitched voice, "yeah, you need to be in your pj's. Is late and you gotta sleep, ok?" He told him as if he'd get a solid answer in return.

"I wrote so many verses for you today, probably a bit cheesy but yeah. Ah, you're gonna hate me when you're fifteen aren't you"

Chan giggled while he was changing Daesung into his onesie. He leaned forward, gently tickling the boy's belly, and the multiple "nom noms" on his neck, hands and belly didn't take long in appear, making the baby giggle and kick his feet at his dad's attention.

You had no idea how time you spent taking your quick shower, but after a long day after barely eating, constantly trying to calm down Daesung's crying, you really needed some time alone, and you knew Chan had it all covered outside.

However, when you got out the silence made you worried. Usually, Chan would be singing, or holding conversations with no replies back other than babbles, or music playing in the background. But now? Silence. Pure, and absolute silence.

The dim light of your bedroom made you walk towards it, the scene making you feel like sit down in that same spot and cry.

An unsual, asleep shirtless Chan under the sheets, accompanied by the image you wanted to see the entire day. Daesung finally, finally asleep. And not only asleep. He was soundly asleep using Chan's chest as bed, his tiny hands holding onto him while Chan's arms were perfectly wrapped around him a very, very big hug.

You walked towards them very cautiously, keeping your hand on Daesung's back for brief seconds as you leaned forward to kiss his head, repeating the gesture but this time on Chan's temple. Apparently, someone was refusing to sleep without his dad.

And you understood your son perfectly, you couldn't fall asleep easily when Chan wasn't there, how could you, if not wrapped in his arms?

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CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS?

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Feeling like writing something today, so if you have any thoughts, ideas, or requests send them in and I'll come up with some drabbles😎

Or if you have questions let me know so we can get to know each other!

Should I be writing a paper for uni instead? Yeah but I want to be happy

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Feeling like writing something today, so if you have any thoughts, ideas, or requests send them in and I'll come up with some drabbles😎

Or if you have questions let me know so we can get to know each other!

Should I be writing a paper for uni instead? Yeah but I want to be happy

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The amount of love I have for this man is ridiculous

Bang Chan ✧ INTRO: 樂-STAR

If our message sparks a change in you, even if it's just a little, if it can move people's hearts, that's good enough for me... I want to share new stories with the listeners, especially STAY, and evoke new emotions in them through our music.