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HOORAY 🎉 congratulations on completing your other project!!

haha, that’s so real with the schedule tho

jealousy pt. II // bc texts

Title: Jealousy pt II Genre: fake texts, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort Pairing: idol bsf!Chan x fem!reader

Summary: In the same universe as Insecurity Fake Texts, after the events of Insecurity Part II, Reader finds some comfort in Changbin and Chan isn’t bothered by that at all.

Warnings: light language, implicit background events that require reading Bang Chan Insecurity First

🏆 Esteemed Moot: @ramadiiiisme

⭐️ Reader Spotlight: @mrsminseochoi

SS: 14

INSECURITY FAKE TEXTS

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*cried* I CANT WAIT TWO MORE WEEKS FOR AN EPIC JEALOUSY TEXT!?! i’ve loved all these (the insecurity ones) and am so happy to see a spinoff!!!

(i’m joking, ill be okay i promise)

but gah! channie getting jealous is so cutie patootie hotness, but then also ~~~ BINNIE! heheheeeee i see what’s happenin but chan dont 🤭🤭

jealousy pt. II // bc texts

Title: Jealousy pt II Genre: fake texts, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort Pairing: idol bsf!Chan x fem!reader

Summary: In the same universe as Insecurity Fake Texts, after the events of Insecurity Part II, Reader finds some comfort in Changbin and Chan isn’t bothered by that at all.

Warnings: light language, implicit background events that require reading Bang Chan Insecurity First

🏆 Esteemed Moot: @ramadiiiisme

⭐️ Reader Spotlight: @mrsminseochoi

SS: 14

INSECURITY FAKE TEXTS

(ignore timestamps)(takes place after Insecurity Part 2)

< part one

< last part |

tag list : @amarecerasus @kumariiai @diekleinesuesse @captainchrisstan @0omillo0 @katexstay @younggwingss @darlingsoulbeautifulthoughts @feetoffthemalfoy @seungminsapuppy @stilldontknowhoiam @hanadulsetaad @idiotmaterial @micr0c0soms @luvv1anime @imeverycliche @starygw3n @depressedarlling @riri53 @bangchansgirlsblog @skzstannie @sellomaybe @lailac13 @my-neurodivergent-world @4ng3l-ch1ld @ellelabelle @velvetmoonlght @whokno-ows @ravengxbss @brbwritingfanfic @dearbisky @r1nstaaa @dolphin-scream-s @beewilko @nightshadeblooming @wickedbutlovely @ebnabi @thatgirlangelb @notastraykid @ka0ila @scarlet789 @nightshadeblooming @xdbug-bob 

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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND CHAN PT.3

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Eternal Hunt Chapter Eleven – The Vermilion Oath

The mausoleum loomed at the edge of the woods like it had grown out of the earth itself — all crumbling stone, cracked angel statues, and rusted iron gates. Moonlight barely reached it, and what did seemed reluctant, like even the sky feared what was buried beneath.

“Place gives me the creeps,” Felix muttered beside her, flicking on his flashlight. “Too quiet.”

Chan didn’t speak. His hand hovered near his gun, but his eyes never left the strange crest etched above the mausoleum doors.

For the one who carries the thirst, but not the curse.

Y/N stepped forward, the breath catching in her chest. She didn’t know why her hands were trembling. She didn’t remember this place. And yet… every cell in her body whispered you’re home.

The heavy doors groaned as they pushed inside. The scent of old stone, dry earth, and something ancient filled the air. The main chamber was circular, lit only by the faint silver of moonlight filtering through shattered stained glass. A narrow staircase spiraled downward into shadow.

No one spoke as they descended.

At the bottom, a long corridor stretched into a darkness that swallowed the flashlight beams. The walls were lined with stone coffins — all empty. At the very end of the hallway, a vaulted chamber opened wide, and there, beneath an arch of blackened bone and silver, sat an altar.

And above it—

Floated a sword.

The air around it shimmered, like heat rising from asphalt. Crimson veins of light pulsed along the altar’s surface, almost in time with Y/N’s heartbeat. The sword hovered upright, tip-down, suspended in the air by nothing but silence and time.

It was beautiful. Terrifying. Like it had been forged by something not quite of this world.

The blade gleamed with a dull silver shine, etched with unreadable runes. Its hilt was wrapped in worn leather the color of old blood.

It hummed.

Y/N’s breath hitched.

She took a step forward.

“Y/N—” Chan started, but she didn’t hear him.

The pull in her chest was magnetic. The world around her blurred. The blood in her veins sang.

The sword turned.

Without warning —

It flew toward her.

Felix shouted. Chan reached for her. But the sword didn’t strike.

It settled into her outstretched hand like it had always been there.

The chamber lit up.

Crimson light exploded around her in a swirling rush of wind and magic. Symbols on the altar blazed to life. The ground shook. A voice echoed in her head — not words, but something deeper. Recognition. A promise. A bond.

Her hair whipped around her. Her eyes glowed silver-red. The sword pulsed once in her hand, and then—

Silence.

The light faded, the last flicker of red magic curling into the stone like smoke.

Y/N stood still, the sword cradled effortlessly in her hand — as if it had always belonged there. As if it had been waiting.

For a moment, no one moved. Even the air seemed to hold its breath.

“Holy shit,” Felix whispered.

His voice cracked the silence like thunder. “That thing flew at you.” He blinked, wide-eyed. “I mean, full-on Excalibur-launching-into-the-chosen-one flew. I nearly had a heart attack.”

Y/N barely heard him. Her chest was rising and falling fast, but she didn’t feel out of breath. She felt charged, like electricity was coiled in her veins.

Felix looked from her to the sword and back again. “Are you okay? You look like… I dunno, like you absorbed something.”

“I didn’t absorb anything,” she murmured. “It found me.”

Chan stepped closer, eyes scanning the altar, then the runes that still pulsed faintly on the stone walls. His voice was low, careful. “This isn’t just an ancient weapon. It was bound to you. That kind of magic—it doesn’t just choose randomly. It’s blood-forged. It knows.”

Y/N turned toward him, fingers curling tighter around the hilt.

“This blade,” Chan continued, “was meant for someone who kept their heart. Who survived everything they were never meant to. Someone who wasn’t supposed to be here—and is anyway.”

His gaze locked with hers. “You’re not just a part of the story anymore.”

Y/N met his stare, her voice quiet but unshakable.

“I’m the ending.”

And the sword pulsed once in her hand — like it agreed.

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Eternal Hunt — Chapter Ten: Ghosts of the Living

Glenrow Asylum

The gates of Glenrow Asylum groaned as they pushed through, rust flaking from the iron bars like dead skin.

The building sagged under the weight of a century’s worth of abandonment, windows shattered, the stone walls blackened by mold and rain. The trees that surrounded it were skeletal, reaching toward the cracked sky like fingers of the dead.

Y/N stared up at the crumbling facade, the chill in the air wrapping around her spine like a chain.

“This place smells like rot,” Felix muttered, adjusting the strap of his gun across his chest.

“Fits,” Seungmin said quietly. “They used to bury the worst experiments here.”

Chan gave a sharp nod. “Stay sharp. Dominic wanted us looking here for a reason.”

They moved inside, boots echoing on broken tile and shattered glass.

The deeper they pushed into the asylum, the worse the air became — thick, damp, full of the stale remnants of fear.

Y/N let her senses stretch wide. She could feel the ghosts of suffering here — not spirits, but memories trapped in the stone.

At first, they found nothing but debris.

Old patient records. Broken restraints. Smears of rust that might have been blood.

But no relic.

No weapon.

No Bloodstone.

Nothing.

Only empty shadows and broken dreams.

⸻

“Anything?” Chan asked, voice tense as he flipped through a rusted locker full of faded files.

Seungmin shook his head, rifling through an old ledger. “Just patient lists. Medical experiments. A few disappearances the authorities buried.”

Hyunjin kicked aside a fallen cabinet, frustration radiating off him like heat. “It’s a dead end.”

“No,” Y/N said, her voice low, thoughtful. She crouched beside an overturned desk, brushing dust away from a heavy leather-bound book.

A ledger — thick, brittle with age.

There, stamped in wax and crumbling with time, was a crest — a sigil she recognized immediately.

An inverted crown, encircled by thorns dripping blood.

Her throat tightened.

“This isn’t just an asylum,” she murmured. “It was built over sacred ground.”

“What kind of sacred?” Felix asked, crouching beside her.

Y/N traced the broken seal with one fingertip. “Vampire royalty. A queen who rebelled against the old bloodlines. She buried something… someone… the elders feared.”

She flipped through the ledger quickly, finding old land purchase records — estates seized, names crossed out.

One note in the margin, scrawled hastily in Latin, caught her eye:

“Bury the memory where no soul will walk. Let the crown rot in silence.”

Beneath that:

Parcel 17A: Riverside Cemetery — Restricted Access.

A private graveyard.

A forgotten mausoleum.

Not under Glenrow.

Beyond it.

“Dominic was never after this place,” Y/N said, standing slowly. “He was after what they tried to erase.”

“And now so are we,” Chan said grimly. “Everyone get ready. We’re moving out.”

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The team made their way back through the asylum’s broken halls, adrenaline high and teeth gritted from wasted time and too many close calls.

Y/N stayed near the rear, her body still aching from her blood loss at the last fight.

She ignored it. She had to.

Until she stumbled.

Hyunjin caught her arm before she could fall.

“Hey,” he hissed under his breath. “You’re not okay.”

“I said I’m fine,” she snapped, pulling away — too harsh, too defensive.

“You always say that!” His voice cracked louder than he meant.

The others looked back, startled.

Chan motioned for the rest to move on, giving them space without a word.

Hyunjin closed the distance between them in two long steps.

“You think you’re expendable,” he said, quieter now, furious. “You think throwing yourself at every blade, every monster, will make what happened to you matter less.”

Her hands curled into fists.

“You think if you bleed enough,” he said, stepping even closer, “you’ll earn forgiveness. Or forget.”

Her eyes burned. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you’re breaking,” he said. “And you’re too damn proud to let anyone catch you.”

They were close enough now that she could feel his breath on her face.

“Let me catch you,” he whispered.

She hated the way her defenses crumbled. Hated it — and wanted it — more than she wanted anything else.

Y/N grabbed his jacket with both hands and kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was desperate, bruising, raw — everything they couldn’t say clawing its way to the surface.

Hyunjin kissed her back just as fiercely, one hand tangling in her hair, the other anchoring her to him like he was afraid she might vanish again.

When they finally broke apart, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together, Hyunjin’s voice came low and rough:

“You’re not alone anymore. You hear me?”

She closed her eyes, just for a second, letting herself believe it.

Then she nodded.

Hyunjin lingered a moment longer, his forehead brushing hers.

Softly, barely a breath:

“Stay with me, Ghost.”

The name slipped out — not planned, not rehearsed — but it fit.

Like he had known it all along.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open at the word, but she didn’t pull away.

For once, she let him say it.

Let herself be it.

And when they walked out of Glenrow’s wreckage into the rain-drenched night, they did it side by side.

⸻

The drive to the cemetery was long, the city lights fading behind them into woods thick with mist and shadows.

Felix drove. Chan rode silent in the front seat, scanning old maps on a battered tablet.

Y/N leaned back against the seat, exhaustion tugging at her, Hyunjin’s jacket draped across her shoulders without a word.

They parked at the edge of a forgotten road.

The graveyard lay ahead — overgrown, hidden by tangled trees and thick fog.

Moonlight broke through the clouds in thin silver strands, casting long shadows over crumbling headstones.

And at the center of it all —

A black stone mausoleum, half-buried by time.

Above the door, carved deep into the stone, was the same crest Y/N had found in the asylum records.

The inverted crown.

The thorns.

The blood.

Her pulse jumped in her throat.

This was it.

She could feel it in her bones.

The weapon was here.

Waiting.

Calling her home.

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Eternal Hunt Chapter Four: Whispers of the Bloodstone

High above the chaos, Dominic Laurent stood in his opulent penthouse, a sanctuary of wealth and malice. Relics and stolen artifacts adorned the room, a testament to centuries of calculated ruthlessness. His piercing gaze rested on an ancient parchment spread across a marble table. It detailed the legend of the Bloodstone Relic, a mythical artifact said to grant dominion over life and death itself.

Dominic’s fingers traced the faded illustration of the crimson stone, the edges of his mouth curving into a dangerous smile. “This isn’t just power,” he murmured to his lieutenant, his voice carrying a mix of awe and greed. “It’s everything. The culmination of centuries of planning.”

The lieutenant hesitated, knowing the cost of disappointing Dominic. “Our men are searching, but there’s an issue. The informant escaped before revealing the relic’s location.” Dominic’s fist slammed onto the table, rattling the priceless artifacts. His calm veneer fractured, revealing the fury simmering beneath.


“Find him. Kill anyone in your way. And make sure she doesn���t get there first,” he ordered, his tone as sharp as broken glass. The lieutenant bowed and left, the heavy weight of his failure trailing behind him. Dominic returned his attention to the parchment, his mind already weaving strategies. The Bloodstone was closer than ever, and he wouldn’t let anyone—human or vampire—stand in his way.

In Manhattan

The detectives huddled in their cluttered office, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and ink. Maps, photos, and documents covered every surface, a growing collage of Dominic’s tangled web. “Dominic’s been raiding libraries, museums, private collections—anything connected to this artifact.” Han said, holding up a photocopy of a weathered text.

“The Bloodstone Relic.” Seungmin read aloud, his eyes narrowing as he scanned his laptop screen. “Supposedly, it’s ancient, powerful, and—oh yeah—might not even exist.” Han quipped, his tone lighter than the gravity of their discussion. Hyunjin leaned against the table, arms crossed. “If it’s just a myth, why would Dominic burn places to the ground for it?” “Maybe it’s real,” Felix said quietly, his gaze fixed on Dominic’s photo pinned to the evidence board.

Chan nodded, his jaw tightening. “If it’s real, we need to know why it’s so important—and how far Dominic’s willing to go to get it. Because whatever this relic is, it’s worth more to him than anything else.”

An Alley in the City

Y/N drove her dagger into the chest of one of Dominic’s enforcers. His body crumpled, joining the others she had dispatched moments earlier. The faint metallic scent of blood hung in the air, mingling with the damp, rotting stench of the alley. The informant cowered behind a dumpster, clutching a leather satchel as though it could shield him. His face was pale, his hands trembling.


“P-please,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what you want!” Y/N’s crimson eyes gleamed in the dim light, her patience running thin. “Tell me about the Bloodstone,” she demanded, her tone brooking no argument. Terrified, the man fumbled with the satchel and opened it, revealing a fragment of an old map.

The parchment was yellowed with age, its edges frayed. “This is all I managed to take before they found me,” he said, his voice quaking. Y/N snatched the map and scanned the faded lines and symbols. Her eyes stopped on a marked location deep in the heart of an abandoned industrial district.

“They say the relic is waking up,” the informant whispered, as if speaking louder might summon it. “That it’s drawing people to it—like it has a will of its own.” Y/N’s grip tightened on the map. If the relic was stirring, time was running out—for her, the detectives, and anyone caught in Dominic’s path. She cast one final glance at the informant.

“Stay hidden. If they find you again, you’re dead.” With that, she vanished into the night.

The Detectives’ Office

Minho’s phone pinged with an alert. He scanned the screen, his expression hardening. “We have movement,” he said, drawing the team’s attention. “Dominic’s men were spotted in the industrial district. They’re hunting something—or someone.”

“What’s the location?” Chan asked, already reaching for his coat.

Minho pulled up a map and pointed to a red-marked area. “Here. But it’s a maze down there. If they’re looking for something specific, it’ll take time.”

“Then we’d better move fast,” Chan said, determination etched into his features. As the team prepared to leave, Seungmin lingered at the evidence board, his sharp eyes flicking between Dominic’s photo and a grainy surveillance image of Y/N. Her crimson eyes seemed to stare back at him, challenging him to decipher her motives.“What’s your angle, lady?” he muttered under his breath. “And why does it feel like you’re leading us into something we’re not ready for?”

Industrial District

Rain fell in heavy sheets, turning the industrial district into a maze of slick pavement and puddles. Y/N stood on the rooftop of an old warehouse, the map fragment clutched tightly in her hand. Below, Dominic’s men swarmed through the crumbling buildings, their flashlights slicing through the darkness like probing eyes. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she observed their frantic movements. She was close—closer than she’d been in decades.

The whispers of the Bloodstone seemed louder here, an almost tangible pulse that resonated in her chest.

“This ends where it all began,” she murmured, rain dripping from her hair as her grip on the map tightened. “The Bloodstone is mine. And Dominic... your time is up.” The storm grew heavier, the thunder masking her movements as she melted into the shadows, her crimson gaze the only sign of her presence.

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Eternal Hunt

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Prologue

Eternal Hunt is an original work written by mleighd94. Unauthorized use or reposting of this story on any other platform besides Tumblr not under the username (mleighd94)is plagiarism and will not be tolerated.

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A VAMPIRE STORY!?!?!

im sorry but i freaking love it. and LAURENT!?!? im reminded of a hit book and movie (in my room) !!!

author, i’m absolutely in love and it’s only chapter one!

Present Day: The City That Never Sleeps

From the foggy streets of Victorian London to the neon-lit skyline of New York City. A crack of thunder rumbles across the metropolis, rain streaking down the towering glass buildings. Beneath the surface lies a world of shadows, where the line between predator and prey blurs. Y/N stands on the edge of a high-rise rooftop, her leather coat snapping in the wind. The city stretches out before her, bright and chaotic, a stark contrast to the silent, fog-drenched streets of her old life. Over a century has passed, but her resolve remains unbroken. Time has not healed her wounds; it has only sharpened them. Each year since her turning has been marked by the same relentless pursuit: Dominic Laurent. She’s tracked him through the shifting tides of history, through wars, revolutions, and the rise of modern civilization. And now, after decades of hunting, she’s closer than ever. His influence seeps into every corner of the city, hidden beneath layers of wealth, fear, and corruption. Y/N’s crimson eyes narrow. For months, she’s observed Dominic’s empire from afar. She’s also seen the eight men pursuing him—a team of detectives drawn together by the trail of blood and destruction Dominic leaves behind. Though she works alone, she knows their paths will cross sooner or later. A crack of lightning splits the sky, illuminating the streets below. She adjusts the collar of her coat and steps off the rooftop, landing silently in the alley below. The sharp scent of blood fills her senses, drawing her attention. Her ears pick up the distant sounds of a fight. Without hesitation, she follows the sounds to a narrow side street, dimly lit by a flickering streetlamp. The rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the red and blue of distant sirens. Y/N steps into the shadows just in time to witness the chaos unfolding. Dominic’s enforcers—a group of burly men clad in dark suits—are engaged in a brutal fight with the detectives she’s been watching. Bang Chan, their leader, stands firm despite a gash on his forehead. Felix and Hyunjin work together to subdue one attacker, while Seungmin pulls a struggling informant away from the chaos. The fight is brutal, but Dominic’s men are relentless. Y/N steps forward, her presence commanding. With inhuman speed and strength, she takes down the enforcers, leaving the detectives stunned. As the last enemy falls, she turns to them, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with,” she says, her voice low and menacing. “But if you want to survive, you’ll stay out of my way.” The detectives exchange glances, torn between suspicion and gratitude. Bang Chan steps forward. “And who are you?” Y/N smirks, her fangs briefly visible in the dim light. “Someone who’s been hunting this monster longer than you’ve been alive.” “Monster?” I.N echoes, his voice tinged with confusion and curiosity. Y/N’s gaze flicks to him, her expression softening slightly. “Dominic Laurent. The man you’re after.” “How do you know him?” Felix asks. Y/N’s smile fades, replaced by a grim seriousness. “Because he’s the reason I am what I am.” The detectives exchange uneasy glances. “And what are you, exactly?” Seungmin asks, his calm voice laced with suspicion. Y/N doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she steps closer to Chan, her movements slow and deliberate. She locks eyes with him. “I’m the only chance you have of surviving what’s coming.” The silence stretches, heavy with tension. Finally, Chan nods, his sharp eyes never leaving hers. “Then it looks like we’ll need to have a little chat.” Y/N tilts her head, her smirk returning. “Just try to keep up, detective.” Before they can respond, she vanishes into the shadows, leaving behind only the faint echo of her footsteps and the unsettling memory of her glowing eyes. The detectives stand in silence for a moment. “What the hell just happened?” Han mutters. Chan wipes the blood from his forehead, his expression unreadable. “I think we just met someone who knows Dominic better than we do.”

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BANG CHAN // HOLLOW (250614)

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Beautifully Cruel World-Master List

ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Summary: Everyone knows the world is a cruel place, especially for Omegas, at least what little of them there are left. It's rare for any omegas to find their mated pack, especially an omega who has lived as a beta ever since she's presented never knowing how to truly be an omega. But after escaping her pack and family Y/n comes across an alpha and two beta's wanting to help her, where she discovers what its like to live in a true pack and embrace her presentation.

Series Warnings: Fem reader, Poly OT8 x Reader, A/B/O, MxF, MxM, Possessive SKZ, Protective SKZ, anxiety, depression, violence, cursing, abuse, fluff, comfort, angst, pet names, Smut

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I will try to post every other day but it's mostly going to be when I can. I'm trying to keep at least a chapter ahead of the one I'm posting. Any chapters on the list I have crossed out means I have it in my drafts and ready to post soon on the date next to it.

The Pack Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Update Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21

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Hello, Beauties! Here I come again with a very not good series that I hope you guys can enjoy. This will take a few chapters and slow update since I'm busy with class but my heart still say yes on writing- hehe... Oh, and my taglist is open for this series so don't forget to put in the comment if you want too. Anyways enjoy!

Genre: Poly Romance, Spy AU, Comfort, Angst, Soft Domestic

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She was never meant to be seen.

A professional spy, known only through encrypted messages and faceless reports, is assigned to protect the nation’s most beloved idols, Stray Kids. Tasked with guarding them in silence, she becomes their anonymous lifeline, their trusted shadow, and unknowingly, their girlfriend in name, her protection dubbed "complete immersion."

What none of them expect is how close they become through late-night chats, casual voice notes, and digital affection that crosses boundaries. But she keeps her real self hidden, scared that the person behind the mission, with her cold glare and dangerous reputation, is someone they’ll never accept.

Until an incident forces her out of the shadows. Bruised, clumsy, and very much human, she becomes the center of their world, not for the mission, but for her.

As they fall deeper, she learns softness can be a weapon of its own… even when ghosts of the past return, accusations break her spirit, and she disappears into the wind once more.

She was their silent shield, never meant to be seen—until love pulled her into the light.

“You were never supposed to fall for us.”

“And you were never supposed to find me.”

—Shadow in Their Light

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Chapter 1 - The Assignment

Chapter 2 - Unseen Bonds

Chapter 3

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THIS CLIFFHANGER IS EVIL!!

like of all the things to do to someone, why this!?!?

Secret Secret - Chapter 9

OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU

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-0-0-

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to even think of calling for help. For the first 5 minutes, you switched from pressing the emergency button to checking in with Minho, glancing back at him to make sure he was still conscious. Although he was looking a little groggy, he confirmed he was still awake by meeting your gaze every time.

He was looking pale though.

You sighed. “I don’t think this is working.”

“Have you tried calling for help?”

He said it so nonchalantly that you almost snapped at him. What did he think you were doing? But then you realized that he wasn’t talking about the emergency button in the elevator, but actually calling someone. On the phone.

You pulled out your phone and confirmed that you had signal.

Then you wondered who exactly you were supposed to call. The hotel? No, you didn’t have their number. A manager? It was the middle of the night, your scent blockers were wearing off, and you were stuck in the elevator with a member of the group you were working for. There was no way that would look good.

There was only one reasonable choice, and Miho knew it too.

“I assume you have Chan’s number,” He said, titling his head.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of answering him, turning around as you dialed the number in hopes of giving yourself some semblance of privacy.

Chan picked up after only 2 rings. “Hello?”

You didn’t even know what to say. What could you say? He said your name in confusion, sounding as tired as you felt. You immediately felt bad.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You wondered.

“No, I was working on something,” he mumbled. “Are you okay?”

“I’m stuck in the elevator,” You said.

There was a moment of silence.

“What?”

“The elevator. It’s broken. And … I’m stuck. I tried pressing the emergency button, but I don’t think it’s working. I mean, I don’t hear anybody coming to help, and maybe if you could just … I don’t know. Get help?”

“Yeah, I’ll head to the front desk.”

“Don’t take the elevator,” You joked.

He chuckled. “I hope you’re not claustrophobic.”

“Thankfully I’m not.”

You could hear the sound of someone saying something on the other side of the phone, and then a door closing. You bit your lip, glancing back behind you for another split second, but he was still staring at you.

He could probably hear every word even with you speaking low considering the enhanced senses he would be experiencing right now.

“Chan?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not alone in here.”

“Oh?” There was a moment when you could hear the stairwell doors squeak open. “This late?”

You glanced back again. “It’s Minho.”

“Minho?” His voice echoed. He sounded almost amused.

“He’s in rut.”

You could practically hear the record scratch as if you were in a movie. The footsteps on the other end of the phone suddenly came to a stop.

“And I think my scent blockers are starting to wear off,” You whispered, even though you had a feeling it would do nothing to keep Minho from hearing you.

More silence, and then softly you heard him swear.

The footsteps continued, faster than before.

“If Minho’s in rut, I have to tell my manager,” He said, and your chest got tight with worry. “It can wait until the morning though. The less people that know about this, the better.”

“They’ll find out he was stuck in the elevator. There’s no way the hotel staff won’t blab.”

“And they’ll ask me why I didn’t tell them, and I’ll make something up.”

“Chan, I’m not going to let you get in trouble just to protect me,” You said softly, pressing your forehead against the cool metal of the elevator.

“I’m not going to get in trouble. Have a little faith in me,” he said, voice slightly breathless. I could almost imagine him smiling, and his face in my mind caused me to smile in return.

“Always,” I whispered with a little laugh.

There was the sound of a door opening, and then the echo of his footsteps faded away. “I’m at the front desk now. I’ll call you back in a second.”

“Okay.”

He whispered your name and you let out a hum to show you were still listening.

“You can trust him,” was all he said before hanging up.

You stared at your phone even after hanging up, your forehead still resting against the elevator wall. The scent of alpha was starting to fill the small space around you, and it was making your head a little fuzzy, your omega metaphorically perking their ears up in interest. You mentally smacked it back down with your finger raised in warning.

Now was not the time.

From behind you, Minho spoke up. “Omega or Alpha?”

You nearly groaned in frustration.

Of course he had realized. It would have been hard not to in this situation, especially after your conversation with Chan. No beta would be this worried about scent blockers wearing off.

When you turned around, Minho was unsurprisingly already looking at you. He looked tired, head titled back against the wall so that he was staring at you from the bottom of his eyes. You slid down the wall in your own corner, legs stretching out in front of you until your feet were almost touching.

“What gave it away?” You wondered.

Realistically, there weren’t a lot of options.

“I’ve never seen a beta so worried about their scent blockers before,” he starts, giving you a weary smile. “You also seem far too calm to not have experienced someone in heat or rut before. Most betas would think I’d be dangerous.”

You laughed. “I’m more worried about you hurting yourself right now. How are you feeling?”

He let out a hum, eyes narrowing in thought. “I think I’m fine so far. It’s still pretty early.”

You weren’t sure about that, but you trusted his judgment. There was a moment of lull in the conversation, where both of you just sat with your own realizations. You could start to make out the faint smell of Vanilla as your scent blocker wore off.

Well, cat was out of the bag.

“Omega,” You finally said, and Minho startled.

“Huh?”

“I’m an omega,” You admitted, biting your lip. “Pretending to be a beta for obvious reasons.”

You hoped those reasons would be obvious to him too. You weren’t in the mood to have to explain his company’s hiring practices, or argue about whether or not it was right, or needed, or whatever else.

Minho seemed to understand. Or maybe he was just too tired to ask. He looked worse for wear, and when he didn’t react in any way other than to nod slowly, you started to worry. He didn’t react even as you crawled forward, placing the back of your hand against his forehead.

He was burning hot.

“Shit, Minho. You have a fever.”

“s’okay,” He slurred. “Normal.”

You frowned. Fevers were normal for some people, but you didn’t like the way he was out of it. Worried, you pulled out your phone and dialed Chan’s number.

He answered immediately. “Hold on, give me a second.”

There was a conversation happening on the other end, but you could only make out Chan’s voice. He seemed to be asking a question of time, and you assumed he was asking how long it would take to get you out of the elevator. For Minho’s sake, you hoped it wouldn’t be long.

“Chan?”

There were a few more words exchanged, and then a swish of air. “Hey, sorry. I was just getting some confirmation.”

“Did you let them know?”

He answered slowly. “Yeah. About that.” Your stomach twisted in worry. “There was an accident on the highway a few hours ago. It was pretty bad, apparently. The firefighters won’t be able to get here for at least another hour.”

You let out a sigh. “Fuck. And the hotel doesn’t have like, a key or something?”

“There was an error. It looks like the elevator is jammed, and they can’t get it working. The firefighters are our best bet right now.”

Minho let out a soft groan.

“Minho isn’t doing so great. He’s got a fever, and he looks out of it,” You said, softly pushing back his sweaty bangs from his forehead.

Chan groaned himself. “The fever’s normal, but Minho’s always a little bit more sensitive during his rut. He needs something to ground him.”

“Like an omega’s scent?”

“No, sweetheart. I can’t ask that of you,” Chan said immediately.

“He already knows I’m an omega,” I reassured him. “And I don’t want him to spend the next hour in pain.”

Another sigh, and then Chan said your name softly. “Thank you, really. I promise you, he won’t tell anyone.”

“He better not. I’ve already got you and Felix trying to court me, I don’t need another.”

Minho snorted. “Of course Felix is already trying to court you. Makes sense why he’s been talking about you so much.”

You pressed a finger to his lips. “Hush, you.”

“I’ll let you know when the firefighters are here,” Chan said softly. “Take care of him, please.”

Minho opened his mouth against your finger, hot breath washing over your skin. He was breathing hard, eyes half lidded as he looked up at you from where you were kneeling next to him. Even sweaty and pale, he looked like a vision straight out of your wet dreams.

You swallowed hard. “I think it’s me you need to be worried about.”

“Are you okay?” Chan said worriedly.

“I’m fine,” You reassured him. “We’re both fine. Don’t worry.”

You hung up before you could get him asking questions, trying to reassure yourself that you would be fine. It was just an alpha. You’ve dealt with plenty of those before. Even ones in rut. You thought back to Sooyoung, her heavy baked bread scent and her flushed skin, the way you once had to scent her to get her to calm down after a particularly bad drop.

“You going to save me, princess?” Minho slurred, eyes fluttering as he titled to the side.

You snorted. “Okay, careful. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

You brought your wrist up to your mouth, softly sucking the skin right over your scent gland. The bitter taste of scent blocker hit your tongue, and you wrinkled your nose as you licked it off, Minho watching you with rapt attention. You pulled away after you were sure you got it all, wiping your wrist off on your shirt.

“Okay, deep breathe Minho,” You warned him, pushing out as much of your scent as you could.

He grabbed your wrist when you presented it to him, his body almost instantly relaxing as the scent of omega began to wash over him. He let out a soft hum, eyes closing.

You sat back on your heels to get more comfortable. It would take a few minutes for your scent to fully pull him out of his drop.

Minho suddenly pulled on your arm, and you let out a squeak as you were thrown off balance, your only free hand grasping at the railing above you to keep yourself from hitting the ground. With your other arm still in Minho’s grasp, your shoulder crashed into the wall next to him and your wrist was pulled into an uncomfortable position.

You let out a cry of pain, and Minho dropped your arm in confusion.

It stung a little from where it had twisted, but it stopped hurting the moment you settled, your entire upper body somehow now pressed up against Minho himself.

“Sorry,” he muttered, blinking rapidly. He was probably still mostly out of it, but there was enough awareness in his eyes now for you to know he meant the apology.

“It’s okay,” You muttered, trying to push yourself back up onto your knees.

Minho shifted at the same time, arms coming up to help you back up into a sitting position, and you began to slide forward. Instinctually you pulled your leg towards you to help balance your body, and you missed accidentally kneeing him by a few inches. He flinched, and you pulled your leg away from his privates with a laugh, settling them on the other side instead.

“Sorry,” You chuckled, settling down.

Your position was much closer now, with you essentially straddling Minho’s knees, but when you offered up your wrist again, he didn’t refuse it. His nose pressed against your scent gland softly, his cheek then rubbing against it as he essentially scented himself with your vanilla mix. He let out a soft chuff, his own scent growing heavier in the air.

It took nearly 5 minutes for him to finally pull away. His face had more color, and you could feel through your curled fingers that his cheeks were a lot less warm than they had been before. He gave your position a confused look, slowly letting your wrist go and leaning back.

“Did I drop?” He muttered?

You nodded slowly.

“How much do you remember?”

Minho looked to the side. “You were talking with Chan, I think.”

“Hmm. It’s going to be a while, at least an hour.”

“Oh.”

He breathed in, brows furrowing. “You’re an omega.”

“Yes.”

You eyed him carefully, but he didn’t show any signs of being upset. Instead, he titled his head, blinking his eyes slowly.

“I thought for sure you’d be an alpha.”

“What?”

He lifted his gaze to meet yours, his face carefully blank. “That first day we met.” You stared at him in confusion. “You were afraid.” You nodded. “Your scent didn’t change.”

You blinked. Once. Then twice. “Oh. My. God. You’ve known since then!?”

Minho’s lips twitched. “I figured you had to be either an Alpha or an Omega. No beta would have to hide their scent like that.”

You let out a laugh in disbelief. “I can’t believe it. You never said anything.”

“It wasn’t my secret to share.”

He shrugged as if it was obvious, and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of affection at how simple it seemed in his eyes. Your vanilla scent grew stronger, and the way it mixed with Minho’s maple syrup made you slightly dizzy.

You yawned. It was close to 2am at this point, and way past your bedtime.

Minho’s finger softly swiped up your arm, settling against your shoulder. “You should get some sleep. It’s going to be a while.”

“You’re in rut, and you’re worried about me?”

“I usually sleep most of my rut off anyways,” Minho said, closing his eyes. “No point in both of us being exhausted.”

“An elevator isn’t exactly the most comfortable.”

He smirked. Only cracking open one eye, Minho gently cupped the back of your head and pulled you forward until you were resting against him. Your hands pressed against the back of the elevator, but after a second, you slowly wrapped your arms around his waist and found it was much more comfortable. Without hesitation, a warm hand rubbed small circles against your back.

“See? Comfortable,” he mumbled.

You laughed. “Yeah, I guess. Are you okay?”

With your cheek resting against his shoulder, he was easily able to shift his face until it settled near your neck. You didn’t even need to think about releasing a calming scent, sure that your omega was content enough in that moment to do all the work for you. Minho let out a soft sigh, and you could feel it in your chest with how close you were.

“I’m fine,” He assured you, and you allowed your eyes to close.

You were asleep in seconds.

-0-0-

You weren’t sure what time it was when you woke back up. You weren’t even sure you were really awake.

Your eyelids felt heavy, and you didn’t want to open them even as you registered the soft sound of voices speaking. All you could smell was pancakes, buttery soft pancakes lathered in maple syrup, the scent so heavy you could taste it on your tongue.

You licked your lips in search of the taste you were convinced you would find, but were met with skin.

Oh. Your face was pressed against something.

You lifted your head slightly, nose brushing up against skin, and suddenly the scent was stronger, and your head grew dizzy.

“Yeah, I got it. 10 minutes. No … yes, Hyung, I’m fine.” The voice was somewhere above you, but your head felt too heavy to lift completely. Instead, you dropped it back against the shoulder you had been leaning on and allowed your body to relax. “Yes, they’re fine too. Okay … yeah, bye.”

Your omega liked the sound of the voice. The rumble of their chest could be felt against your own, body pressed up against them so close it was almost as if you had become one. You just wanted to go back to sleep, but the body shifted.

You were suddenly all too aware of the weight pressing between your legs.

Even as the voice said your name, you focused instead on the ache that bloomed from your chest – a need to be closer to the source of comfort. You wanted to feel every inch of their body, to feel their scent in your throat, to sink your teeth into their skin and mark them as yours. Your skin was tingling under their touch, even as they shook your eyes back open.

“Hey, you have to- shit.”

Minho, your brain supplied to you. You were looking at Minho, his wide eyes framed by long lashes, pink lips parted slightly, the slight curl in his hair that stuck to his forehead. His cheeks and ears were red. He looked cute, your omega purred.

Or maybe that was you.

He said your name again, and you just blinked at him slowly, slipping forward-

“Omega.”

You paused, the hands on your waist preventing you from moving closer. You weren’t sure what happened next, between all the heavy scents and the ache in your neck, but you suddenly found yourself walking. You paused, brain trying to figure out how you had gotten out of the elevator. You remembered a flash of heavy doors opening, a group of firefighters, and Felix’s soft eyes as he pulled you close.

“Felix?” The omega let out a soft hum from next to you, and you turned to him in confusion. “Where’s Minho?”

“He’s okay,” Felix assured you. “Come one, last step.”

You blinked down at your feet, surprised to find yourself in the stairwell. A soft blue jacket that smelled like cinnamon was wrapped around your shoulders, and your fingers ran across the bumpy edges of the zipper.

“Where are we going?”

“To get you cleaned up,” he answered, opening the doors to the stairwell with his shoulder, hands reaching out to you like he was afraid you would trip without his assistance.

You did feel dizzy.

“I can get cleaned up in my room,” You tried to argue, brain supplying that you needed to get back to your own room.

You couldn’t remember why. There was something important you seemed to be forgetting. You also didn’t remember if Felix answered you, because then you were awake again, lifting your face from the soft silk of a couch pillow, and clarity seemed to hit you like a wrecking ball. You immediately covered your face and groaned.

You had a drop.

The fuzzy memories alone made that clear, but the headache and close presence of your omega solidified your worries.

It wasn’t often you had a drop. They usually happened during a heat, but you knew there was a possibility of a drop occurring during an intense moment or experience - In this case, your omega must have been affected by Minho more than you thought. Your chest still felt heavy, and Minho’s scent had lingered through the night (morning?). Either way, you were doing your best to work through it.

You moved to get up, when the soft grip of a hand suddenly tightened against your ankle.

Felix stared at you softly from where he was resting against the end of the couch you were on. You blinked at him in confusion, and you vaguely remembered him helping you out of the elevator.

“Lix?” You had to clear your throat after speaking.

He got up slowly with a finger to his mouth, casting a look behind him as he did. You followed his gaze, able to make out two bodies on the large bed. You could vaguely guess that one was Minho, and based on the scents in the room, the other had to be Chan. But the lighting in the room was dark enough you couldn’t make out who was who.

Felix walked back over with a bottle of water, and you took the offered drink gratefully. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I had a drop,” You whispered once you had gotten a few sips of water in. You looked down at the cap as you closed the bottle again. “How long was I out?”

“2 hours.”

You nodded, looking around the room again. “Who’s room are we in?”

“It’s a rut room the hotel provided. We – Chan and I, I mean – were hoping you could take a shower and get some more scent blocker on before you headed to bed. But then I realized you were in drop, and I thought it would be better to wait until you weren’t so out of it.”

It was a nice sentiment.

It was still early enough that you could get in a shower and head back up to your room with little questions. Maybe your roommate would just assume you had woken up early? Maybe they were still asleep.

“I’ve got some clothes you can change into, if you want.” It was a suggestion, but you both knew that your own clothes smelt too heavily of alpha in rut to not garner attention. With a knowing smile, Felix offered, “There’s a laundry room down here. I can wash them for you and bring them back up later.”

“That would be awesome, thank you.”

Your shower was quick. You did your best to scrub off as much of both Minho’s scent, and your own, before you toweled down as quickly as you could and began to apply your scent blockers. It couldn’t have been more than 15 minutes by the time you emerged from the bathroom, freshly cleaned and wearing an all-black ensemble that was only slightly big on you, but somehow something had happened in that time frame.

Felix was pacing when you walked out.

You had a bad feeling. “What happened?”

A quick glance around didn’t show anything out of the ordinary. Chan and Minho were still asleep, the light from the bathroom finally allowing you to make out Minho as the one sprawled out on his stomach. You adverted your eyes from Chan when you realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Felix leaned against the desk. “It was Hannie. He wanted to see Minho, but-“

“But I was here,” You finished, nodding your head in understanding. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ll call him a few minutes after you leave, he’ll be fine.”

The way he said it wasn’t very reassuring, a frown still pulling at Felix’s lips. You wanted to press your fingers against the edges and smooth the unease away from his face, but you settled for resting your hand against his shoulder, watching as your fellow omega drooped in response.

“What is it?”

Felix shook his head.

“I had to lie to him,” he whispered, tilting his head back as he bit his lip. “I told him Minho didn’t want to see anyone right now, because it was the only way he would leave. Minho … he can’t spend his rut without Han. Never has.”

You were sure that would sting. To have someone suddenly pull away with no warning, especially when you can’t even be mad at them for it – Jisung wasn’t an omega, but even beta’s could feel rejected. You wondered if that’s was what the young rapper was feeling right now.

“He’ll understand,” You reassured him, mostly trying to reassure yourself.

But neither of you were feeling very sure. You thanked Felix for his help, for keeping your secret, but you wondered if he resented you. You remembered the sharp scent of burnt cinnamon when he had his fight with Chan, and as the stairwell door creaked behind you and the sound of muffled cries grew quiet, you wondered if Jisung would have a similar fight with Minho. You took the steps slowly, quietly, trying hard to listen to the shuffling above you.

You had never asked, because it didn’t feel like it was your place to, but the way Jisung desperately tried to muffle his cries behind his hand, body trembling where it was curled up in the corner of the landing, made you sure that Minho had to be his Mate. No other type of rejection could possibly hurt that much.

He stared at you with wide red rimmed eyes, body trembling from the force he was using to keep his sobs in, and you knew he had to feel ashamed, but you also knew how hard it was to stop the tears when they were coming out that strong. He wasn’t wearing scent blockers. He was probably assuming he wouldn’t need them, if he was helping his alpha out with his rut. You couldn’t remember what his scent had been before, but now it felt like a storm, where every sob felt like a blast of thunder going off above you.

You were on your knees in front of him in a blink, pressing your hands over his wrists. Jisung shut his eyes, and this time the sob he let out turned into a whine, his head dropping in embarrassment. He was struggling to breathe, and unlike before, you didn’t have any help to calm him down. There was only one person who could do that right now, and he smelt too much like vanilla, your scent lingering from the night before.

Jisung thought his alpha didn’t want him, and it was all your fault.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” You whispered, even as Jisung shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

You could feel the guilt building up inside of you. Felix’s face, cheeks covered in tears. Jisung’s wide red eyes. Hyunjin’s far away glares. You were tearing this pack apart one by one, and they were letting you because … what. Because Chan wanted to court you? Because you asked them to keep a secret? Your career couldn’t possibly be worth hurting these boys, making them question themselves. They had been a pack far longer than you had been a translator – no dream was worth this much pain.

Jisung didn’t pull away when you wrapped your arms around his body, allowing him to hide his wet face in your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry.”

He managed to get in a few gulping breaths, but they immediately turned into even more sobs.

“Minho doesn’t hate you, I promise,” you whispered, because you could imagine what his brain was telling him. The way his anxiety would twist the rejection into cold harsh words. “He loves you, and he wants you there. He’s not pushing you away.”

Jisung’s next breath was shaky. “W-what?”

“Felix turned you away be-“ You paused, staring intently at the wall. You refused to pull away from Jisung, unable to look him in the eyes. “because he had to. He made me a promise.”

“I don’-“ Jisung took a gasping breath. “I don’t understand.”

“I’ll explain everything, I promise,” You told him.

You made the decision then and there. This couldn’t keep happening – not because of you. Not because of your fears. You felt like you were at the top of the rollercoaster, about to plunge into empty air, stomach dropping in your stomach.

It felt wrong, but you knew it was right.

“Do you have a phone?”

Jisung finally pulled away, his cheeks hot and wet, nose sniffing as he fumbled around in his pockets. He handed It to you without any question, even though you knew he had plenty. He stared at you like you were something new, something strange, something …. You pulled your gaze away before you allowed yourself to really think about the way he looked at you.

It wasn’t hard to find the groupchat. It took even less to send the message, turning the phone off and handing it back off.

Jisung stared at his phone in confusion.

“Go, Jisung,” You told him, nodding your head towards the door you had come in. Jisung had barely made it half a floor up before he had broken down, and it would take him less than a minute to be back at the door. “Go be with Minho.”

“Why?”

You titled your head in confusion. You thought the beta would be running at the chance to be with his alpha. But he was still staring at you in the special way, and you didn’t know what to do about it. You needed to get going, you only gave yourself 15 minutes to climb up the 7 stories you needed to get to the boy’s floor, and even less to think about what you were going to say.

What were you supposed to say?

“Why do you call me Jisung? Everyone else calls me Hannie,” Jisung finally asked, and you blinked.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I can call you Han if you prefer-“

“It’s okay. I don’t mind, I just don’t understand … why.” He stared at the phone you had handed him, fingers turning the device over in his hands.

You licked your lips, and slowly stood up. “If I’m being honest, I forgot your last name. All I could remember was Jisung.”

He nodded his head dumbly. You looked up to the stairs you would need to walk up (-why did it have to be the elevator that broke, why couldn’t there be more than one elevator on this side of the hotel, why did the boys need so much privacy, why, why, why-) and contemplated just leaving the beta.

Did he not understand what you had told him? Did he still doubt Minho wanted him?

“Why would Felix lie to me,” Jisung finally whispered, and you immediately felt the pang of guilt again.

“Because he made a promise to me.”

“But why?”

You didn’t know how to explain. If anything, you had been hoping the beta would take his questions up with Minho and Chan and Felix – you were hoping he would have left by now. You didn’t understand why he was still here, and why he was looking at you.

You had 10 minutes. You would have to sprint up the stairs. You were going to make a horrible last impression, especially to a pack you had begun to think of fondly.

Would they think badly of you once they knew the truth?

“Felix doesn’t keep secrets. Not from us. Not … not from me.”

“I asked him to.”

Jisung looked up then, his face suddenly much more serious than you had ever seen. “And he listened. For him to trust you like that, to keep your secret from us,”

You swallowed, looking away.

That look on his face-

“He must really like you, huh?”

You shook your head. “I have to go.”

“Chan, Felix – they would have told us if they were going to court someone. They wouldn’t bring a new member into this pack without at least letting us know-“

“They’re not bringing me into the pack!” You yelled.

Jisung stared at you with wide eyes again, his cheeks puffed up in surprise. “Oh.”

“Go, Seungie. Minho needs you,” You whispered.

And he finally reacted the way you expected him to. His face contorted through different emotions, but then he slowly pulled himself to his feet and took off down the stairs without saying another word. You only waited until you heard the familiar sound of the stairwell doors opening before you took off in the opposite direction, sprinting up the stairs.

In 7 cellphones across the hotel, the rest of the members received one text message in their group chat. You were both hoping they would all be there so you could get it all out in one go, and yet dreading having to face the remaining 4 members on your own. You would do what you had to do to keep anyone else from getting hurt, and if you lost your job, than so be it.

You could get another job. Gaining back someone’s trust? That would be a lot harder.

‘Hyunjin, Changbin, Seungmin and Jeongin. Meet me in Felix’s room in 15 minutes.’

One way or another, the truth was coming out.

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