#Seungmin had he chained to the floor and I’m not getting up

[halotopicecream]

Just finished watching the Stray Kids MAMA performance and uhm… I’m not ok

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AHHHH I READ UR HYUNE FIC IT WAS TOOO FREAKING GOOD UR SO AMAYZANG ALSO CANI REQUEST PLS PLS PLS can i have lee chan ler everyone pls

I’m going on a rampage with Lee Chan rn it’s tooo good I’m adoring it 😚 thank you for the request! And I’m SOO glad you liked the Hyune one! <3

< Make Up, Makeup! >

[Lee! Chan]

[Ler! SKZ]

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Skizji was discussing the best way to do Chan’s makeup for his Wolfgang performance. It was towards the end of the year and one of their biggest performances yet, making or breaking the end of their year and public view as a group. Needless to say, Chan as the leader was scared shitless about how it could go.

It all had to be perfect. The performance, the styling, the facial expressions, the lighting, the music… and especially the makeup. Skizji spent hours trying to figure out the best way to compliment his makeup to his clothing style. That is, having almost no clothes at all.. at least on his torso.

He was wearing an open wolf hair coat that hung from his shoulders, a single chain across the top at his chest to hold it together. Since his entire torso would be exposed, it needed some work to be done on it. They had to practice it now before the actual day of.

“Chan, we were thinking some sort of lightning strikes across the center of your abdomen for it to reflect with the light on the stage” A staff member suggested to a frustrated Chan.

“No that won’t look good. Lightning has nothing to do with the performance.” Chan said sternly.

The kids were in the breakroom along with the staff and Chan, listening to them bicker back and forth about what would look good and what wouldn’t.

“Yes, but it may be the best thing to do considering we won’t have too much time that day and it can’t be something too intricate in case-“

“No. It just doesn’t fit it. Can’t we try something like wolves eyes or fur or something?!!” Chan suggested.

“That’s too intricate and detailed, it just wouldn’t work out in the moment” Skizji tried their best to explain the situation to Chan, but his frustration and stress was getting the best of his attitude at the moment.

Staff sighed and looked to one another. “Well, we have a few days before the performance. Maybe you all can discuss what may or may not look best for the day of” Skizji said to nobody in particular. They quietly exited the room as Chan sighed and went to sit down on the floor.

The rest of the members just looked at each other in awkward silence, unsure of what to really say. They were dispersed around the room on couches, the floor, and really on top of one another. They just silently stared at Chan.

“So… no lightning huh” Han said, earning a smack to the arm from Lee Know.

“What are we even gonna do..” Chan said while grabbing at his hair.

“Hey there’s, like, a week left until the show. There’s plenty of time to figure something out” Changbin said.

“It just needs to be good, better than good” Chan said.

“It’ll be good just give yourself time to think it over and find the best choice-“

“There isn’t time is the problem. This show is one of our biggest and it’ll bite us in the ass soon if we don’t figure out the makeup for my very important stage part and-“

“Okay. Fine. Then let us do it” Seungmin said, standing up off the couch.

“What?”

“You heard skizji, they said to let us pick something out, so let us! Hyunjin’s an artist, there may be actual potential there” Seungmin suggested.

“I’m not guaranteeing anything but I can try my best” An eager Hyunjin said.

“No that’s stupid. You guys don’t even know what you’ll make, there’s no point-“

“Oh shut up just take the damn shirt off and let us try” Lee Know told Chan.

“No. It’s dumb and gonna waste time and materials.”

“You’re dumb and wasting time and your voice. Come on” Seungmin said to the members as they got up and made their way over to Chan on the floor. IN went ahead and got a towel and some tissues while Hyunjin got the body paints.

“NO! They said DISCUSS what may look best, not to actually do it.” Chan said while scooting back away from them.

“Guuuys” Felix said while holding a long black strip of cloth, “they cut this off a tank top a while ago. I’m thinking blindfold” he said smirking.

“Absolutely not. What. No, Lix” Chan laughed at his idea but was getting gradually more annoyed by the members’ commitment to actually doing this, “put all the stuff away because it’s not happeni-“

Changbin and Lee Know suddenly jumped at Chan’s arms, each grabbing one wrist and stretching it out all the way to the side. Despite Chan’s efforts to keep them by his side, Bin and Minho were eventually sat comfortably on his wrists.

“You don’t want me to see or move?!” Chan said, irritated, “how bad is the makeup gonna turn out?!”

“Hey! That’s mean. We haven’t even started” Minho said with a quick scribble to his side.

“DOhon’t, quihit asshole”

“Oooh this is bad for you Chan” Bin giggled.

“Wait no I think this is a bad idea, let me up, please” Chan began to look nervous after Minho reminded him of his extreme sensitivity around his torso, especially with brushes. He tried to wiggle his way away or pull his wrists back but nothing was working.

“Oh my God. Fine. Just do the damn makeup” Chan said while trying to look annoyed when in reality he was nervous as shit anticipating what he knew was gonna be a long and loud laughing fit.

Han went up behind him unexpectedly and put the black strip around his eyes.

“There we go” he pat his head lovingly.

Hyunjin took a seat on Chan’s waist while the rest of the members sat around his torso area, paints ready and brushes in hand.

“Okay so, first step of the artistic process is sketching. I brought this black graphite chalk thingy to help us since it’s easy to draw on skin with. We could try to sketch out a rough idea” Hyunjin spoke.

“CHALK?! Will that not hurt..?” Chan said.

“No it won’t just let us do the work, relax and take this time to nap or something”

That’s gonna be really hard.. Chan thought, terrified.

Each member grabbed a piece of the graphite and got to work. Bin and Minho, still sat on his wrists, began to trace vines from his wrist down to his shoulders. Chan immediately tensed up and made fists.

“Yah! His veins are popping!” Lino laughed, “I could literally just trace these” he said as he went over his veins with the chalk.

“QUIHIT” Chan tried to pull at his arm as the leaned the opposite direction of Lino’s attack, later leaning in his direction as Changbin began to scribble the chalk right where his elbow met his underarm.

“STOP STOHOP” Chan yelled in a futile attempt to keep a straight face.

The members all looked at each other with the same idea in mind. Stressed nervous Chan + him being trapped and blindfolded + them having painthrushes and all the time in the world = Destressing Chan time.

“Hey Chan hey Chan how does this feel” Seungmin said as he traced down straight down his torso from his neck to his bellybutton.

The entire 5 second trip was excruciating.

“NAHAO WAIT SEUNGMIN STOHOP HEHAAHA” Chan laughed loudly while kicking at the floor behind Hyunjin. It didn’t help that Seungmin dragged the chalk slowly and at times would vibrate it into his abs.

“Oooo let’s trace the abs so we know what we’re working around” Felix said mischievously. He was one of the few that knew of Chan’s extreme sensitivity around his sides and chest area, and was determined to not let this moment go to waste.

“Fehehelix?!?!” Chan said, betrayed.

“Yes?” Felix said as he grabbed two bits of the chalk and began tracing around his abs.

“QUIHIT STOHop stop PLEHEASE I won’t live throhohough this AHA” Chan yelled out.

“Ooo Felix I think you messed up a bit on this part, here I brought a towel” IN said, handing Lix a small white towel he’s brought along with a cup of water to clean up any errors. The towel was soft yet had a spiky-rough texture… perfect.

“Thank you IN! I actually did mess up around his sides a bit didn’t I…”

“YOU DIHIDN’T EVEN DRAW ON MY SIDES YEHET?! Oh my GOHOD LEE KNOW QUIHIHIT, AAAHH” Chan screamed as Lee Know got a little too close to his underarm and he scrunched up his neck and legs.

“HAHAHA” Lee Know laughed at him, “look at him kicking awww” he cooed.

Meanwhile Lix was wetting a corner of the towel and spinning it around for it to have a sort of corner to it. While Chan was focused on his arms, Felix went ahead and dug the towel into his lower ribs and shook it back and forth.

“NeaAHAHAHAHA FEAHAHAHA FELAHAHA NOOAHA” Chan screamed.

He tried to turn his torso the other way until Hyunjin began to scribble his fingers on his other side and ribs.

“HYUAHAHA NO PLEHEASE STOHOAHAAPAHA” He threw his head back.

Han, sat behind Chan’s head, lifted it and put it in his lap as he sat criss cross under it. He then began to flutter his fingers across the top of Chan’s shoulders and collarbones, driving him insane.

“EEAAHAHA NOOAHAhaha plehease eeEAAHAHaha” He squealed as he tried to shake the feeling off his chest.

“Guys, this is crucial to the artistic process. We all must draw the same design at the same time. I will do it first to demonstrate” Hyunjin said, grabbing some chalk, “this is called ‘stipling’ and it’s used to make kinds of abstract paintings. It takes forever since it’s a lot of tiny dots, but we could all try it for practice!”

“NOHOHO DO NOHOT TRY IT” Chan begged, “what design are youho guys even DOHAHAHING?!”

“Oh we’re still on a specific design? I just kinda hoped it’d look good in the end to be honest” Seungmin said.

“WHAT?! AHAHAA MINHO” Chan yelled as Lino, again, attacked his underarm.

“Okay let me demonstrate first” Hyunjin said. He grabbed a chalk and began to tap tap tap it around Chan’s bellybutton, making sure to vibrate it in certain spots.

“Youho are awful” Chan said. While it wasn’t that bad yet, the feeling of something coming down onto his stomach over and over again had his nerves hypersensitive, and the fact that they were all gonna be doing it made it 10x better worse.

“See? Easy. Everyone get to work!” Hyunjin clapped.

At once, the 7 began to tap on some part of Chan’s torso. Arms, neck, collarbones, abs, sides, anywhere and everywhere.

While the feeling in itself wouldn’t have been terrible had the kids done it normally, this wasn’t the case since Seungmin chose to dig the chalk into the spaces between his ribs while IN mischievously grabbed 2 and tazed his sides with them. Not to mention the rest of the members sneaking their wiggling fingers onto the canvas.

“NAAHAHAHA PLEHEASE GUYS GUHUHUYS I CAHEHE SHIHIHIT” Chan loudly laughed his beautiful laugh as the attack went on.

“Ay, watch that language” Felix said as he squeezed his hips.

“Okay my artists I think we’re ready for the next step” Hyunjin clapped his hands together.

Chan was already panting hard, tears formed and his torso had its nerves on fire. He wasn’t sure how he’d survive actual brushes.

“Waihit guys no let’s leave the rest for ahanother dahay” he tried to say sternly but instead came out all giggly and embarassed.

“Awww is he just now realizing he can’t take it” Han teased.

“Noho no no there’s still so much to do how about we work on thahat first and then-“

“Mmm no. There’s time. Later. Now you suffer” Hyunjin said matter-a-factly as he handed each member a different brush from the pack staff had handed him. Some were long and rectangular, others were softer and more flimsy, some were super long and thin… perfect!!

“I brought the makeup brushes too, they’re not made for body paint but we could use power to do shading!” IN suggested.

“That’s an amazing idea IN” Felix clapped.

“Okahay finish up…” Chan whispered.

“Patience patience” Lee Know said as he wiggled a makeup brush on his nose. Chan yelped and shook his head side to side, Changbin giggling at him.

“S- stohop! MINHOHO!”

“Sorry you’re so funny”

Chan jokingly went to bite at the makeup brush and Lino began to scribble it around his neck and collarbones.

“NAAHHA WAIT WAHAIF NEEAHA HAHAEEA EHAHEHEAHA” Chan scrunched up and shook his chest trying to get the awesome awful feeling of feathery brushes off of it.

The rest of the members got to work too. Since they weren’t focused on a particular design and just chose whatever color came to mind first, it gave lots of chance to tease at Chan.

Felix simply dipped his long thin brush in the water and began to swivel it inside and around Chan’s belly button. Hyunjin took two large brushes and used the ends of them to vibrate between Chan’s upper ribs. Seungmin and IN both had small fan brushes, which they used to lightly drag around his sides and abs with lots of paint.

“ITS COHOHOLD AHAAHAHA”

Chan arched his back and laughed loudly as there was a mix of feelings on his torso. Cold wet paint, water, little and big brushes, he felt overstimulated in every way possible… yet distracted from all his prior worries and nerves.

“PLEHEHEASE” he begged, “I CAHAN- HAHAHEHEHEA AHAHA” tears ran down his neck as Lee Know and Changbin began to scribble at his underarms with the bigger brushes.

“NOOOOAHAAHA GET OHOHOFF QUIT ITEAAHH AAAHA AAAAAAHHHHHH”

“Can you stop moving I’m trying to draw a tree branch swirling around your abs” Seungmin said.

“GO FAHASTERAHAAHA”

“I MESSED UP. Oh my God Chan now I have to start over. Thanks a lot” Seungmin said, jokingly annoyed.

“IM SOHORRY PLEHEHAAE DON’T” Chan screamed as he heard Seungmin grab the towel and pass it roughly across the expanse of his stomach.

“NOOOOAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAHHH”

Chan jerked his head side to side with the widest smile plastered on his face, his honey like laughter filling the room as his members stared at him in awe. They hadn’t seen their leader so laid back and carefree for a while with all their work recently, so it was safe to say they all felt he was in for some well needed rest.

“The sun and moon are always nice. Lix, help me paint them?” Han looked to Felix as he pointed at Chan’s chest, his death spot.

“NOHOHO. DO NOHOT DO WHAT I THIHINK YOU’RE GONNA DOHO PLEAAASE FUCK FUHUCK”

Han and Lix grabbed some rectangular long brushes and got to work swirling circles on his chest and filling them in excruciatingly slow.

“NAHAHAHA HEHEHAH OH MYGOHohohod” Chan laughed deeply.

They continued to fill in the circles they made, one bright yellow and one gray.

“Hey, this is a sky isn’t it? We’re gonna need some stars” Lix said.

“NOHO! NO YOU DON’T! FEHELIX IM SEHERIOUS”

“So am I!! It’ll look ugly!” Felix teased as he grabbed a small brush and began drawing tiny stars across his collarbone.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH” Chan screamed as the feeling of tiny bristles attacked his sensitive upper chest area. It felt like thousands of tiny feathers were getting at him. Felix and Han then saw it fit to do some shading with powdered makeup, making his situation even better worse. Not to mention the mixture of all other things on his body already.

“I CAHA- I CAHAahahan’t plehehease-“

“Guys I think we’re breaking him” IN said while painting a weird looking smiley face on his side.

Lee Know laughed loudly at Chan’s red face and teased him for being literally unable to form any coherent words. It was true that it got worse as time went on, he couldn’t even be poked now without screaming.

“I think our work here is done” Hyunjin said while lifting himself off Chan’s lap. Everyone lifted themselves up off the floor, except Changbin who was concerned as to why Chan was laid so still and decided to pull his arm out to the side and attack his top ribs to check for life.

“STOAHAP BIN FUHUCK” Chan yelled.

“Yep he’s fine”

Chan removed his blindfold quickly and crossed his arms in an X form across his torso and curled into a giggling ball on the floor. Tears fell from his chin onto the ground as Felix kneeled behind him and massaged his shoulders.

“I cahant even- I cahan’g think strahahaight”

“Well that was kinda the point Chan” Han said laughing, “you needed to chill out. You’re welcome~” he said, scribbling his hand across his hip.

Chan swat at him. “Youho guys could have KIHILLED ME”

“But we didn’t! And look at our art” Hyunjin said while bringing a mirror over to a curled up Chan.

He looked at himself in it first and realized he hadn’t seen himself smile that way in weeks. He has crinkles next to his eyes along with the deepest dimples. His cheeks were rosy and wet from the tears while his hair was sopped over to the side, his eyes glinting with joy.

He then looked down at his torso. It was… a mess, to say the least. A large sun and moon on his chest, fandom smiley faces over his sides. A tree branch..? Across the center of his stomach, and random black chalk markings around his abs and arms. His arms also had some sort of design on them he tried to make out. They swirled around and had little leaves coming off. Vines.

“Wait, vines. Vines would be the perfect makeup idea for it! It goes with the theme and wouldn’t take too long to complete before the show” Chan said with a relieved sigh.

“Bingo” Changbin said with a clap.

“Seeee? We’re helpful. And you were all whiny with your ‘nO iTs GoNnA LoOk BaD’ pouty ass” Felix teased him.

“Yeah yeah okay, thahank you” Chan said, grabbing the little towel and wiping his torso clean of paint.

“Need help?” Hyunjin asked.

“NO.” Chans eyes widened, “No thank you.”

They all laughed and went to let skizji know the plans. Vines was the perfect design idea considering it went with the outdoor Wolfgang theme, wouldn’t take too long to complete, and looked good with the clothing he’d be wearing.

Chan was still sitting on the breakroom floor cleaning himself off. His face was red as he thought back to the brushes and hands all over him. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t grateful that they cared so deeply for him and found a way to both make him laugh carefree and solve his problem all at once. It also wouldn’t be false to say he didn’t entirely enjoy the last 20 minutes.

Skizji came in a few minutes later with a smile on their faces.

“So we heard about the vine idea, we love it. It’s the perfect design choice.”

“I’m glad you guys think so too! It just seemed like it went well with the theme.”

“Yes, about that… the vines they painted on you ended up really perfect. A great mixture between messy and clean and detailed in all the right places. Well, we wanted to ask… you mind if they help us on the day of?”

Lee Know and Changbin smirked at him from outside the room.

It was gonna be a long performance day.

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My heart melts at Lee! Chan every. Single. Time.

Hope u enjoyed ^^

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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 6 ✨🚀

[5.6k words, 20 min. read - Bang Chan x Fem. Reader - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - NSFW/Smut - Surprisingly Vanilla, Stunning Displays of Vulnerability, Enemies to FWB(?), Testing Alliances, Learning Motives, Cybernetically Enhanced Anatomy, Scifi Smoking, Men Trauma Dumping, Physical Struggle, Descriptions of Past (Violent) Trauma, Always Check the Tags]

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“What am I missing in the overworld?” Minho laughed into his plate. You were currently curled up on a crate across from the brig again, this time chatting over breakfast. 

Refreshingly, the previous night was the best sleep you'd had in months, if not years. You hadn't even dimmed the window in your room, opting to instead enjoy the gorgeous sight outside.  

“Well, let’s see,” you thought out loud. “I slept so well last night that I somehow got up early.”

“Lucky,” Minho shook his head despite his grin. 

“And Changbin was right, it’s easy to shower alone if you time it right.”

“Hot,” nodded Minho. 

“You're gross,” you chided.

Minho shrugged apologetically. “Fair enough; go on.”

“Ugh, you should see it, it’s so peaceful in here in the morning,” you sighed into your coffee. “What next… Oh! Of course. Guess who's already working when I was going back to my cabin. It’s Felix, obviously.”

“I do like Felix,” Minho nodded, still picking every crumb off his plate. 

“He tells me he’s already made breakfast but the captain told him to check the ammo and supplies for when we stop at The Hatchery.”

Minho stopped mid-chew. “We’re going to Phaborus?” 

“I'm getting there,” you assured him. “So I tell Felix I can bring you some grub again and he’s down, so I'm grabbing our food in the galley when Jisung and Seungmin come in.”

“Anything interesting there?”

You nodded. “I’m getting there,” you repeated. “They submitted the landing clearances to Fed Patrol for The Hatchery. We’re getting there tomorrow at the start of the night cycle.”

You knew full well that there were other interesting things in that exchange, but nothing you needed to concern Minho with. For instance, Chan had been there the whole time, surreptitiously extinguishing and disposing of a charger clip when you walked in and watching you like a sniper the entire time. There was also Jisung shooting you a knowing look, seemingly reminding you that you only had so much time to get the Clessorian ring back. But Minho didn't need to know about the weirdness with Chan, and he definitely didn't need to know about the ring going missing. 

Minho lit up. “We are going to Phaborus!”

“Well, we are,” you teased. “You’re probably not getting off the ship. But you've been before?”

“My family used to vacation in Phaborus, my father was even stationed there for a couple years.”

“Really?” you asked. “Did you learn the language?”

Minho let go of the chain around his neck he was playing with and held up his pinched fingers. “Tiny bit. I can carry a conversation but I'm more confident reading books, you know?”

You knew about Phaborus, a whole planet that was mostly water, and it was almost too easy to romanticize the idea of it. “It sounds like it left a good impression on you.”

“Nova, there's nothing like real gravity,” Minho swore to you. He was playing with the necklace again, but the glint drew you to something else: a hint of a deep red prison mark on his forearm, peeking from his sleeve. 

It must've been a bit obvious, because he caught you immediately. A mischievous smirk pulled at his lip. 

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours.”

You rolled your eyes but nodded nonetheless, sliding off the crate you were sitting on to take a seat on the floor by the bars. Both you and Minho squeezed a hand through the bars so you could inspect each others’ marks. 

Sure enough, you were right. One mark for the Daedalus Federation Prison Colony. 

Minho held your hand, smoothing his thumb over your own brand. “Cute,” he nodded. “How was the Pen at T’kaarm?”

“Considering I don't know any others? Fine,” you shrugged. “Kept my head down and did my time, and then I got parole.”

“That’s it?” he laughed. “No secrets, now.”

“Would I keep secrets from you?” you facetiously batted your eyes before remembering. “Oh! That does remind me. You were right.”

Minho looked confused. 

“About the pilot,” you explained. “You were right. He had one hell of a secret.”

“You're crazy,” Minho laughed into your coffee that you’d passed him through the bars. He almost looked proud of you. “It’s been less than a day, little birdy. You’re already causing trouble?”

“I work fast,” you humbly explained. 

“Anything worth sharing?”

“Nothing I'm telling you, ruffian,” you joked. “I don’t trust secrets with men that get captured.”

Minho sent you a mocking sneer. “How do you know I didn't want to be captured?”

“And I’m the crazy one?” you rebuked. “Loose lips sink ships, Minho. Gimme your plate.”

Minho got up to grab his dishes for you. “Oh, and they bus your tables,” he sarcastically marveled. “Best cruise I've ever been on.”

You blew Minho a sardonic kiss before heading back up to the galley, feeling far more at ease with some food in you, when Jisung caught up with you. He boldly tickled your waist before grabbing the plates out of your hand. You trotted after him into the kitchen, retrieving your coffee so you could top yourself off. 

“I’ve been looking for you,” he eagerly began. “Let’s find that – what was it again? Your ring, right? I’m ready to take someone down, beat some ass.”

You nearly spit out your coffee. “Calm down, Sir Valiant.”

“Come on,” Jisung playfully egged you on. “Who’re we after? We can split up or tag team Minho, or Hyunjin–”

“Or Chan,” you added. 

“Un-like-ly,” Jisung sing-song shot back at you. “And even if it was likely? It’d still be unlikely,” he matter-of-factly shrugged. “Appraisals cost a chunk of cash and Chan is too frugal. Think our fearless leader is willing to pay an arm and a leg for that?”

You wrinkled your nose, recalling the Captain's prosthetic limb. “That’s messed up, isn't it?”

Jisung was confused. He shut the dishwasher and ogled you. “What's messed up?”

Now you were both confused. 

Seungmin slid down the railing of the spiral staircase from the bridge, paperwork in hand. “You guys seen Chan? I have the landing clearances – ah! And this is for you.”

The navigator held out an extra slip of paper from his pile towards you and you took it. It was titled “Transfer Clearance” and… It was, indeed, for you. 

Jisung was reading over your shoulder, and he immediately riled up. “Nova’s getting dumped at The Hatchery now?! Since when?!”

Now Seungmin was confused. “Ah, er… Chan said so? Last night? Uhm, you'd already gone to your cabin for the night.”

“Hilarious,” Jisung groaned, “he’s being such a prick lately.”

You were furious. 

But even more grating was your mind racing. If you allowed this to happen, you’d be fucked. You had no money, and no income, and this meant that if you were successfully dumped at The Hatchery there’d be no way of knowing how you’d get out. 

And that was even if you got the ring back. You believed Jisung when he said that you’d get the best deal at Sentury Station. Quick work had to be done to make sure that you could at least stay until then.

Jisung and Seungmin were bickering when you finally came out of all your worry. You had a plan, but you had to be careful.

Seungmin rolled his eyes and held up a hand to stop the pilot’s ranting. “Yeah, I agree it sucks,” he nodded, “but there’s only so much you or I can do. Chan’s ship, Chan’s rules. Now I need to go find him so I can tell him that, once again, I’m a navigator, not an operator, and I can’t keep doing his paperwork for him.” With this, Seungmin did pause, reaching out a sympathetic hand to give your arm a gentle squeeze. “Hey,” he directed at you, far more softly than he was talking to Jisung. “I’m sorry it’s working out like this. I don’t know what’s up with the captain.”

You nodded back in appreciation, putting on a brave smile despite how much you were freaking out. The second he left, however, you wheeled on Jisung.

“I have a plan and we have to move,” you laid out directly. 

Jisung made a determined fist. “I knew you’d have an idea.”

“You talk to Hyunjin, find out what he knows,” you explained, “but then I really want you to get whatever you can out of Minho while I talk to Chan–”

You were interrupted by how nonplussed the pilot immediately was. He raised a doubtful eyebrow at you.

“Talk? Now you’re going to talk to Chan.”

“Yes!” you whined. “Nothing about the ring, no accusations. The dick wants to throw me off his ship, Jisung. You or the guys could talk to him but I kind of want to stand my own ground about this.”

This seemed to sate him, even though he still had his hands on his hips, as if he had any chance of scolding you. Honestly, you wished you could watch him try to interrogate Minho. “Good,” he decided. “I like that. I’m happy you’re finally listening to me!”

“No doubts in my mind,” you swore. 

“Glad to hear it. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go play detective.” Jisung leaned over, giving you a chaste peck on the cheek before he left the kitchen.

Like, obviously, you were lying. Of course you were going to bring up the ring to Chan, because it was obviously connected. This asshole not only stole the ring, but was going to desert you at The Hatchery so he could get away with selling it at Sentury Station. Even the most frugal dick would spend the appraisal money if they knew what they had. 

Firmly set about your plan, you rushed back to your cabin. You were going to change out of your comfy clothes, maybe check in with Felix and Changbin to help calm your nerves, and then track down Chan–

Except you wouldn’t. Because here he was, in your cabin, sitting in your desk chair and lazily fiddling with your hairbrush. He hadn't even changed, just wearing a cozy hoodie with some sweats. His boots weren't even buckled or tied. 

You processed this for one solid second before planting your feet and opening your door again.

“Out,” you firmly demanded.

Chan ignored you, still casually splayed in your chair. He folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow at you.

“You know, Nova,” he began, slow and serious. “It’s funny, what you can catch on the security cameras if you watch long enough.”

You folded your arms in return, mirroring him. “Is that so? Like what.”

“Like you getting friendly with the bounty at meal time. Like you getting really friendly with Jisung in the loft last night. Behavior that’s not really becoming of a guest.”

“Is that why you’re deserting me on Phaborus?” you accused, crumpling up the transfer clearance in your hand and throwing it at him. The balled up slip bounced off his chest and landed on his lap. He simply picked it up and tossed it onto your bed.

“Pretty easy decision to make when you’re winding up my crew,” he explained.

“I’m winding them up?” you reeled. “This is the most uptight crew I’ve ever seen, considering you’re nothing but pirates with permits.”

Chan was instantly on his feet and taking an intimidating step toward you. “I’m sorry? You must be fucking mistaken because we are not pirates.”

“Oh,” you sarcastically reneged, “I’m sorry. You had me fooled by the way you so casually stole the Clessorian ring I brought on board. You’re clearly comfortable messing with my shit. Given the everything else it seemed pretty clear to me.”

A muscle in Chan’s jaw flared. “I'm going to skip over the part where you brought a hot item like that on board. Now you’re accusing me of theft? I have half a mind to throw you in the goddamn brig and turn you over to Fed Patrol when we land.”

“You’ll throw me in the brig?” you challenged him, taking your own step forward. “Good! I can conspire with the bounty some more since you've had it out for me from the moment you let me stay on board! You're going to dump my ass on Phaborus anyway, so what do I have to lose?! So either throw me in the brig or get the hell out of my cabin.”

“Hell yeah I'm leaving your ass on Phaborus, you ungrateful bitch,” Chan growled at you. “No one tells me what to do on my ship.”

You held the opened the door for him. Outside, Felix and Changbin tried to look busy and rushed out to the galley. “Your ship?” you confidently retorted. “Not what I heard. From what I understood, I thought you’re just borrowing it from Jisung. Now get out!”

Chan stared you down, clearly shocked to hear the words come out of your mouth. He squared his shoulders and strode over, his boots making harrowing footfalls on the metal floor. One hand slowly shut the door you were holding. 

“Where did you hear that, Nova?” Chan asked you, voice low and deathly serious. Even though he wasn't much taller than you, it sure as hell felt like he was while he loomed over you. “Who told you that?”

He leaned into his hand still on the door, now herding you closer against the surface before you ducked out of his way, fighting him off before you lunged towards the windowsill. 

“You are not going to strongarm an answer out of me, you asshole,” you growled back at him. You kicked open the service access hatch under the window and tried to dive in before you felt Chan’s hands circle your waist. He grappled you back out of the hatch in the wall while you kicked and flailed. 

“You idiots are going to get trapped in these stupid access corridors one of these days,” he grunted, dragging you back into your room. One of your feet finally kicked down into his shin, sending you both crashing to the floor with Chan on top of you. He had you on your back, probably wanting to try and get back to a standing position so he could simply get you over his shoulder and throw you in the brig. There was a short yelp on his end when your clawing hand caught his nose ring. 

You twisted and wriggled in Chan’s grip until you were able to shove your foot into his hip, kicking him off and away from you. Embarrassingly, your struggling worked the zip of his hoodie down until he just whipped the clothing item off altogether. “Fine!” you barked back. “Give me the goddamn ring back and you can dump me on Phaborus!”

“I didn't steal any ring from you, you crazy bitch!” he insisted, cursing when you finally got out from under him. You grabbed his right hand that had originally been trying to keep you pinned down, and used it to help roll him onto his chest so you could sit on his back. His hand still clawed at you as you had it uselessly twisted up behind his back. “Nova,” he ordered, his voice starting to waver, “let go. We can talk!”

You twisted his arm again, making him shout into the floor. “Time’s up for talking, Captain,” you panted, well out of breath. You were used to running, but fighting your way out of a situation was still a bit new to you. “You come in here, deny ever stealing from me, try to lord this victory over me when you're really just throwing me off your goddamn ship, and then try to get me to rat out your crew! I've had enough–”

“Nova–!”

You both paused when you heard a mechanical click and the sound of a fuse powering off. Chan was frozen where he lay under you. That was when you realized. You were holding Chan’s arm in your hand, fully detached from his body. The Synth Skin liner was slipping down on the bicep. 

The captain wasn’t just missing a leg. His arm was gone, too. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, quiet and involuntary. Chan rolled over underneath so now you were sitting on his hips. He yanked the arm out of your hand and screwed it back into place with another audible click. “I am so sorry,” you babbled, “I didn't know, I–”

“Nova, it’s fine,” he placated, bluntly getting you off of him so he could get back up. “It’s just an arm.”

You scrambled to get up on your feet and were standing toe to toe again, but he wasn’t looking at you. He brushed past you and reached for the door on his own this time. It was your turn to stop him. 

“It’s not just an arm,” you shook your head. “It’s your leg, too.”

Chan stopped short. His shoulders fell with a deep sigh. The liner still wouldn't sit right on the seam at his shoulder. “You really have been up to all sorts of things since you've been on board, haven't you.”

“Your cabin is above mine,” you gently explained, as if that even explained anything at all. “What happened to you?”

The captain raised an eyebrow at you, considering. “It’s not just an arm,” he finally nodded, “and it’s not just my leg.”

“The guys don't know, do they,” you asked him. He returned a small nod. You sat on the bed and patted the space next to you. “Come on. Bottling this shit is terrible for you… If you feel like telling me. I can fix your liner for you?”

Chan didn’t say anything. 

He didn't look at you. 

There were no hints to what he was thinking or feeling. 

But Chan stayed. 

He rigidly sat down on the bed beside you and let you try to realign the skin on his arm. The synthetic material was stunningly realistic. You liked the little freckles and veins, but especially the compass rose he had tattooed on the seam where the socket was on his shoulder, right on his shoulder blade so it was a little easier to visually align. Your fingertips gingerly tried to massage the skin towards the contacts on the arm underneath. 

Chan was soberingly quiet. You cleared your throat. 

“So…” you attempted. “Marines, right?”

He did look at you now, out of his periphery, as if to ask how you knew. You matter-of-factly poked the blacked out barcode on his neck. Chan nodded in realization. 

“And you're a lifer, just guessing by your demeanor. You got in when you were… 16?” you guessed again. 

“More like 17,” he quietly corrected you. 

“Supporting the folks? Hard times during the war?”

Chan shook his head. “Hard times, but no folks. Just me and my brother at first.”

“Younger?”

“Older,” Chan said. 

“Is he gone, too?”

The captain nodded. You paused your work. “I'm sorry. I'm alone, too.”

“I think a lot of us are,” Chan pondered aloud, far away by the sound of it. “I'm sorry, too.”

“It is what it is,” you shrugged, in part due to your impatience with his arm. “Ugh, isn’t the liner annoying to wear anyway?”

Chan nonchalantly slipped off the whole thing like an opera glove, revealing his entire arm. “Just takes practice, I guess. Wanna know a secret? I never wear the liner on my leg if I have pants on.”

You watched him lean down and lift the ankle of his sweats. Sure enough, his leg was bare. 

It was a little disorienting to see Chan’s rumpled skin on your bed. 

Chan sighed and rubbed his face into his hands. “Fine.” It came out muffled in his palms. “You already know this much. Might as well know more. I was stationed in Zarrog when I made Staff Sergeant and I had one friend on that whole stupid rock.”

“Friends are hard to come by,” you commiserated. 

“Joss was pretty much as annoying as you are but with way more backbone.”

“Hey, I have plenty of backbone,” you refuted. 

Chan nodded sarcastically. “My point still stands. You can see my problem. I wake up one night, and Joss is in my barracks. She’s sprinted across lodging to tell me that we’re under siege.”

You remembered this showing up in news reports. The reclamation of Zarrog sounded far different from this perspective. All you’d known was it had been a bloodbath. 

“By the end of it all, we were trying to hold down the infirmary, but it’d already been bombed out. The roof caved in and we were trapped.”

The silence came back. A particularly deep breath made it feel like you'd been holding it. “What happened to Joss?” you finally asked. 

“Same thing that happened to me,” he bitterly answered. “Only she was worse off, I guess. It felt like years before the medics came. We both got flagged for triage. My tag was red, but hers was black. They made me leave her behind.”

“Fuck, Chan,” you sighed, the entirety of your breath feeling like it’d been punched out of you. “And the guys don't know? Even about the arm and the leg?”

Chan shook his head with a tired chuckle. “I told you it’s not just the arm and the leg.”

He took your hand and placed it on his waist, under his ribs. You almost wondered why until your fingertips slipped under the seam of another panel of Synth Skin. Your eyes widened in realization. 

“I guess I'm a class C cybernetic hybrid now?” Chan exhaustedly continued. “So much of me has been swapped out that I don't even need to be magnetized. You can't just tell people that. This isn't like Hyunjin’s case. People get weird when it’s your guts.”

You stubbornly shook your head. “No one knows it’s your guts, Chan,” you told him. “I just thought you were an asshole.”

“Thanks,” he laughed, more genuinely now, but that lightheartedness was fleeting. “I'm already in too deep anyway. I paid whatever money I had left to desert the Fed once I recovered, and I’m still paying. I was barely able to swap out mine and my brother's records. Chris Bang, the old me, he died in action anyway, and no one cares about intersystem trader Chan.” 

“If it helps,” you offered, “you're a natural at this. I can’t tell if you've been doing this for the better or worse part of a decade.”

“That does help,” the Captain nodded, in seemingly better spirits. 

You both sat in silence for a solid minute, just letting the weight and relief of everything wash over you. 

“And if it helps,” Chan echoed you. “It’s not a weird ‘you look just like her’ thing if you were worried about that.”

“No, I get it,” you listlessly shrugged. “I do remind you of her though. And you couldn't pull through for her then, and it freaks you out to pull through for me now. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from The Hatchery.”

Chan searched for the transfer clearance that had landed on your bed. He reviewed it again. 

“I like your real name more,” he casually told you. 

“I feel the same way about yours,” you returned. 

He promptly ripped the clearance in half. “You’re already on the crew roster,” he admitted. “I just got cold feet when the Fed Patrol requested clearance requests.”

Another solid minute. You had to search for silences like this back home. 

“Thanks, by the way,” said Chan. “That does feel better, to say something.”

“Of course,” you assured him. You found yourself easily reaching for each other for a hug. Did this really take that much out of you, too? With his arms wrapped around your middle, you leaned up to place a worried, quick kiss on his temple–

But you also didn't stop him when you both returned to center, and his lips brushed against yours. 

If you didn't know any better, you'd say he almost looked caught when your eyes met again. Was this some bizarre power play? 

Or, when you finally reconciled with your erratically beating heart, you had to admit: was this just Chan being vulnerable with you? 

You cracked a grin, miniscule but the most sincere you could manage. “That isn't something you wanted to do with Joss,” you half-joked, “right?”

Chan's sudden change in demeanor was almost comical. His gaze brightened, his jaw softened, and his grip on your waist relaxed. “Joss? That’s so gross,” he chuckled. “She’d be the first to tell you that.”

Despite this, you were still searching for excuses. Wasn't this too soon? You slept with Jisung only the night before, and in the same clothes no less.

And, like… Chan was a dick. 

Wasn't he?

Or – and you hated to admit this – was he just shit at processing the loss of a friend he couldn't help but feel responsible for? 

You sighed internally. Or, as a last option, could you simply be down to embrace letting loose a little? You weren't on T’kaarm anymore. You weren't a small-time petty criminal anymore. Now you were Nova, you were a space chaser on a mercenary crew with a mysterious past and a not ridiculous new name. Days ago you were trying to make ends meet and just yesterday you successfully seduced and befriended Jisung in one night.

Chan’s fingers longingly squeezed your waist. 

Yeah, fuck it. You were overthinking it. 

The captain nearly seemed relieved when you finally kissed him back, and even surprised when you eased yourself to sit astride his lap. Chan responded immediately, eagerly scooping a hand under your thighs so he could stand up with you in tow. He turned to set you on the windowsill with the view you loved so much. The way Chan kissed you was surprisingly attentive, his searching tongue cooperating so well with your own. His nose piercing must've still been tender from when your hand caught it, the way he winced and tipped his chin the other way. His lips led his teeth led his tongue, working his way down your neck to your chest while his hands shimmied your shorts and panties off. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, partially muffled by your heat. 

“Yeah,” you breathlessly nodded, stroking back his dyed red fringe with your fingers so could watch him taste you. Chan’s eyes rolled back just a bit when he finally got his tongue on you, in tandem with your arching back. He worked you over like his life depended on it, holding you open and chasing all the little spots that made you gasp and moan. Every time you made a noise, he squeezed your thighs, already hooked tight over his shoulders. He was hungry for you but he savored every bit of you. Long, shallow licks alternated with deep, short strokes, and when he found a rhythm that was putting you on the fast track, he never let up. Your fingers combed into his hair and held fast while you felt tension and heat roll into the buildup of an intense climax. Chan sensed this, not once stopping or changing tracks, but just keeping up his pace until you gasped, loud and sharp and at the peak of bliss, and came under his tongue. He groaned deep against you, practically drinking you in and not letting go until your moans started to wind down. 

And you didn’t even get a chance to catch your breath. Chan was already on his feet, revealing that he’d kicked off his boots and sweats while he was going down. His cut form was as delicious as his length already freed of his boxer briefs. 

“Tell me if you need a break,” he grinned, already fisting his hard cock for you to admire. The pink shade of his tip was cute, shiny wet with precum. 

“Yes, Captain,” you teased. 

Chan actually blushed for a moment before he determinedly thrust forward, a single, smooth stroke deep in you until he bottomed out. You both grabbed onto each other, his satisfied groan clashing with your overstimulated whines. He was just as relentless fucking you as he was with tasting you. 

“I gotta admit,” he started, his laugh almost hoarse, “I sort of wished I'd told someone–”

“Why’s that, baby,” you humored him, wrapping your legs tight around his hips while he thrust into you on the windowsill. 

He was blushing again. “I always wanted someone to ask if my performance was enhanced, too,” he chuckled, his voice tired and cracked. 

“Is it not?! You could've fooled me,” you threw your head back with a cackle, the endorphins of your tryst really hitting just right.

“No,” Chan laughed, “you’re just really fucking good for me right now.”

“Good,” you encouraged, “then you better give it to me.”

Chan nodded attentively, his hips grinding deep against yours. His length filled you up in all the right ways and at just the right angle how you were positioned. 

When the power cut out. First the sickening sound of the whole ship shutting down, and then a whiff of ether hit your nose. A moment later, the backup generator kicked in. Chan was stubbornly still going. 

“... Should we be worried?” you asked. 

“No,” Chan insisted. “This happens all the time.”

The Ambler was clearly so well taken care of. 

“Chan, it’s okay to be captain of your crew and work,” you teased, rolling your hips against his for effect. He keened at the heightened sensation. 

“Shut up,” he whined, “I'm almost there, just a minute–”

Except then the generator cut out, too. Some emergency lights popped at the same time as a grating alarm. 

“Son of a bitch,” Chan harshly gave up, “fine.” He reluctantly pulled out of you and stuffed himself back into his boxer briefs before marching out of your cabin.

You stumbled after him, opting to at least pull your panties back on before throwing on your terrible shower shoes. Chan’s stupid boots tripped you on the way out, and then you came to the horrifying realization that Chan was out there, both limbs fully exposed. You rushed after him as fast as you could to where everyone was gathered at the maintenance access outside of the workshop. 

Chan was watching as Felix and Changbin worked like hell, first on the generator and then on the system panel itself. The main lights turned back on before the alarm silenced. Felix and the mechanic collapsed onto each other in relief. 

“Okay, good job,” Chan amicably praised, as if he did anything. Everyone present did a double take when they noticed him. 

Seungmin counted both of you when he leaned in from the galley. “With you both here, we’re only missing Jisung.”

“Jisung?” you worried aloud, when another alarm screeched on. This time it was the familiar buzzer you recalled coming from the cargo hold. 

Chan was hot on your tail as you flew down the stairs, but everyone was more than a bit shocked to find Jisung in such a state. 

The pilot was in the locked brig, no shirt and joggers around his ankles, his wrists cuffed to the pipes lining the ceiling where the notorious button was. He’d been gagged with a sock and was seemingly torn between relieved and mortified when Chan beeped the gate open. Aside from the lack of a shirt, you were more distracted by how his neck and chest were littered with bite marks and hickeys. 

And, of course, Minho was nowhere to be seen. 

“What the hell happened in here?” Chan asked, holding Jisung steady while you got the cuffs off him. It seemed the crew was more than happy to flee this awkwardness and give you all some space, judging by how the three of you were suddenly alone in the cargo hold. 

Jisung spat out the sock in his mouth. “I could ask you the same thing– what the fuck?”

The pilot ogled Chan's prosthetics. In return, Chan’s face was pink again. It seemed he just noticed how rushed he was. 

“How long have you…” Jisung questioned, staring. 

“Uh,” Chan stalled. He caught you nodding your encouragement. “Always, dude.”

“Have you seriously never noticed?” you quickly played along. Jisung seemed appropriately gaslit. 

“Now, seriously,” you continued. “What the hell happened?”

Jisung guiltily accepted his shirt back when Chan found it. “I mean,” he groaned miserably, “your little interrogation tactics worked so well on me, I thought I'd give it a try.”

Chan looked sideways at you. “You're interrogating my crew?”

Jisung finally got a good look at both of you now. “Speaking of interrogating… Just talking, huh?” he mocked. 

Your face heated up. “Look, I'm not getting dumped at The Hatchery anymore, okay?”

This retort seemed to offend both Chan and Jisung. You quickly changed the subject. 

“So where’s Minho?”

Now the pilot was all embarrassed and blushy again. “Last I saw, he climbed into the service access.”

“You idiots,” Chan reeled. “We're going to have to find him before our landing time now.”

Both men looked at you and then each other, wondering what to do. You pondered this. There was the option of sweeping the service access, but it could still be easy for Minho to evade all of you. You had to try and think like him, right? What would Minho do? Surely, he was seeking out somewhere to lay low. There were lots of storage areas on board, but there were even improvised storage options as well, like the unused office on the bridge or even the cabin beside yours. Risky, yes, but the most comfortable option and still within access of an escape route. And, course, there was the option of trying to make him come to you and setting a trap. And, of course, this was risky. If the trap backfired you'd be right back at square one.

Elsewhere on the ship, another alarm went off. You had to hurry.

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Bloodbath

Stray Kids AU: 9th member

Tori x Stray Kids 

A mishap during their second Kingdom performance causes some complications.

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“If someone comes at me with a giant magnet, it’s game over.” Tori chuckled.

Chan rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who said you wanted to be sparkly.”

“Yeah, sparkly. Not add ten pounds in jewelry.”

They were moments away from their second performance on Kingdom, and Tori was still trying to get used to her outfit. They had rehearsed in their outfits earlier, but Tori had had a bunch of jewelry added right before filming started. Now, in addition to her nose ring and multitudes of earrings, she also had a bunch of rings and a chain around her waist.

“You look pretty, Noona.” Jeongin offered.

“Thanks.” She shook her hands out, trying to get used to the weight on her hands. “Are we about ready?”

“Just a few more minutes.” Someone replied.

Tori bounced on her heels for a few more minutes, before taking her place for the start of Side Effects.

The performances for Kingdom were fun because they could move around and really interact with the camera. Without Hyunjin there, they were working harder to make sure that their choreographies would be good not only for the viewers, but for the professional panel of judges.

Side Effects started off without a hitch, and Tori moved into place for her first solo shot. They’d rehearsed this section of the choreography what felt like a hundred times, but when she dragged her hands up her stomach like she’d been practicing, she felt her hand snag on her new jewelry.

She didn’t let the panic show on her face. The next move required her to swipe a hand across her face in time with Felix, and it was a point move.

So without thinking, Tori ripped her hand free and continued with the dance. As she moved her hand across her face, she felt a warm liquid coat her skin. When the camera moved away for a moment, she looked down, but couldn’t make out anything beyond a dark stain spreading down her white sleeve.

She’d cut herself, she realized. She didn’t have time to check how badly, but from what she could see in the dim light, it wasn’t good. There was no pain, but she doubted she’d be able to feel any of it over her pounding heartbeat.

There would be time to deal with this later. Right now, she had a performance to finish.

As they struck their ending poses, Tori breathed heavily, forcing herself to appear composed for the camera. A light went off signaling the switch from the performance cameras to the show cameras, and they all stood up as the lights turned on.

“Tori.” Chan grabbed her elbow. “Are you alright?”

Adrenaline still pounding in her ears, Tori just shook her head. “We can deal with this when we’re back in the room.”

“You’re bleeding on the floor.” He hissed, worry clear in his voice. “Where did you cut yourself?”

He started to lead her off stage, following the others to their dressing room.

“My hand.” She whispered. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“It will.”

Tori let herself look down at her hand. Chan was keeping it elevated with his grip on her elbow, but it was a lot more gruesome than she’d thought. Her sleeve was stained bright red and sticking to her skin. Now that she focused on it, she could feel a twinge on the outside of her hand, but she couldn’t see the cut.

“Is it bad?” She asked quietly.

“We’ll just get a medic to look at it.” Chan reassured. “Jeongin, run ahead!”

Tori wanted to shout at the maknae to come back. There were still cameras on them and they had to walk right by the other groups’ rooms. Having him run by in a panic would only draw attention to the issue. She could already envision how this would look on TV, with her arm blurred out and the group in a panic.

The world tilted sideways.

“Minho!” Chan snapped, catching Tori against his side.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” She repeated as Minho looped his arm around her waist.

“You really don’t look fine.” Minho helped Chan walk her forward.

“I’m getting blood on you.” She mumbled.

“It’s fine, Tor.” Chan promised. “I think you’re in shock.”

 “That seems likely.” She agreed. She didn’t feel ill, but there was a growing pain in her hand and the world seemed to be  bit fuzzy around the edges.

“That was amazing guys!” San’s voice exclaimed as they moved by.

“Thanks, we gotta go.” Felix said quickly. Clearly all of the boys were aware of her injury, and anxious to get her into the dressing room where she could be looked after.

“Tori, that bit with the blood was so cool! You should – “ Seonghwa appeared in her line of vision, leaning out of doorway. “Woah, what’s wrong?”

“It wasn’t a blood bit, and we’ve got to go.” Chan shouldered past them, and together he and Minho lowered her onto a chair in the dressing room.

“That was rude.” Tori scolded.

“You were getting blood everywhere.” Minho kept his hand on her shoulder. “We didn’t really have time to chat.”

One of the medical staff appeared in front of them, and Tori turned her attention to the woman. A towel was spread out on the ground, and then she started pouring water on Tori’s hand to try and get a better look at the wound.

When it was finally visible, Tori thought she might be sick.

“That’s disgusting.” Changbin recoiled.

“How did you keep dancing?” Seungmin exclaimed.

“Adrenaline, I guess.” Tori turned her face away from the jagged cut on her hand. “How bad is it?”

“Stitches, for sure.” The staff member gave her a sympathetic smile. “We’ll wrap it up and take you to the hospital.”

Tori caught her reflection in the mirror. She had blood smeared across her forehead and down her cheek, and she looked a few shades paler than was normal. “I look like a murder victim.”

“Here.” Jisung perched himself on the dressing table counter, a wet wipe in hand. “I’ve got it.”

Tori tried not to wince as the staff member wrapped her hand, letting Jisung clean all of the blood off her face.

“Your clothes still look gruesome.” He noted.

“I wasn’t a fan of the all-white anyways.” Tori sighed, turning to Chan. “Are they going to have to tell everyone?”

“I think they already are. You’re going to be absent for the rest of filming today.” He smoothed back her hair, before grimacing. “You have blood in your hair.”

“Gross.” Tori sighed. “Did I at least look cool during the performance?”

“Apparently you looked like a badass. But now everyone is freaking out because they’re mopping your blood off of the floor.”

“I hope it doesn’t delay filming too much.” Tori’s eyes widened.

“It’ll be fine, Tor. Just worry about yourself.” Minho smiled.

“On the bright side, I think a certain someone is very worried about you.” Felix looked back from where he was leaning out the door.

“A certain someone?” Chan asked.

Tori flushed. “Shut up, Felix.”

“What’s he talking about?” Chan looked down at her.

“Nothing.” She shook her head quickly. “He just knows I hate being the center of attention.”

“You picked the wrong job then.” Jisung hauled her to her feet.

“Let’s get you to the hospital.” The medical staff, grabbed her elbow. She didn’t feel dizzy anymore, but she knew that they had to be careful.

“Have fun filming.” She waved weakly with her good hand, not even glancing at the ball of gauze that was her other hand.

“We won’t have too much fun, Noona.” Jeongin promised.

She gave them a weak smile, following the staff out of the room.

The hallway was mostly deserted, except for the door of Ateez’s dressing room. Seonghwa was standing there, arms crossed and arguing with their manager.

“Tori!” He exclaimed when he saw her. “Are you okay?”

She pointed at her bandaged hand. “Off to get stitches.”

“Seriously?” He gasped. “You cut yourself that badly?”

“Looks that way.” She nodded. “On my jewelry during the performance.”

“Well…” He shook his head, looking for the right words. “This is probably weird to say because you’re hurt, but it looked freaking awesome during the performance.”

“That’s something at least.” She smiled. “I need to go get my hand put back together, but I’ll talk to you later?”

“For sure.” He grinned. “I hope you guys win.”

“I hope you guys win too.” She teased.

[binxyu]

Being on both sides seemed like a good idea. Double the money, double the affection, and double the action. But, your opinion soon changed when you were discovered and were punished accordingly for your crimes.

>>Pairing: Stray Kids (doms) x fem!reader (sub) | secret agents!stray kids x double agent!reader

>>Word Count: 3k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Murder, violence, blood, ninesome, polyamorous relationships, slapping, knifeplay, spitting, collars, gags, bondage, whips, overstimulation, oral (giving and recieving), anal, quadruple penetration, spanking, voyeur, dirty talk, degrading, size kink, choking, swearing, scratching, breast play/torture, electric play, handjob, begging, fingering, scratching, blindfold, paddles, and cockwarming (honestly just pure filth)

“Yeah, that’s what he said”, you chuckled after Jeongin looked shocked at your gossip. You heard the familiar sound of multiple shoes hitting the tile floor of the building. You turned your head and was about to say hello to the rest of the boys, but their dark expressions made a shiver go down your spine and you watched them approach instead.

“Guys what’s going-“, you were cut off by Chan’s sudden grip around your neck, pressing you up against the wall and choking you. You couldn’t breathe and your small hands desperately tried to pry off his huge ones that wouldn’t let loose on their grip around your neck.

“How long? How fucking long have you been doing this? How long have you been telling our secrets to them?!”, Chan yelled in your face, spitting slightly in rage. Your face started to turn a different shade from the lack of air and the man finally let you go, making you fall to the ground on your knees. You tried to catch your breath before looking up at the man, tears staining your cheeks from thinking you were going to die.

“I-“, you realized what they were talking about and sobbed a little louder, covering your mouth to try to quiet them. Felix groaned and walked up behind you, gripping your hair and pulling your head back to look at him.

“Fucking admit to what you’ve done you good for nothing bitch”, he practically growling, his teeth gritting in pure anger. You winced at the harsh grip on your hair and noticed all of the boys looking at you, Chan filling Jeongin in on the situation. Even he looked completely angry at you.

“I’m sorry. Don’t kill me”, you begged, sitting up straight on your knees and putting your hands together desperately. “I’ve only been doing it for a month. I swear”, you looked up at them all and Chan smirked. You on your knees like that gave him an idea for a punishment that wouldn’t involve your death.

“Get up”, Chan ordered. Felix kept his grip on your hair and pulled you up by it, tears streaming as he controlled your every movement. “Felix, we’re taking her downstairs”, your eyes went wide at the order. You had never been in the basement, but you knew that was the torture room. You tried to pull away, but Felix only tightened his grip on your hair as he pulled you towards the elevator. The rest of the group followed behind you two.

“What are you going to do to me?”, you asked, not knowing if you even wanted to know the answer. Chan grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of Felix’s grip, your chest now against Chan’s. His finger trailed along your jaw line and his eyes were on your lips. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well, I think I’ve come up with a more fitting punishment for you that’s not death. One that I think you’ve been wanting since you started working with us. Besides, it’s just fitting considering you gave away our secrets for a good fuck with our enemies”, he slapped you, leaving a bright red hand print on your face. The impact made your face go to side and you looked back at him after you recovered from the shock, your hand on your now bruising cheek.

“What are you talking about?”, you wiped your tears, trying to play dumb, but that just made Chan ever more pissed.

“Don’t play dumb, y/n. He was the one who told us”, Hyunjin chuckled, coming closer to you and twirling a strand of your hair with his finger. Fear suddenly went through you, knowing that they knew about your affair. The one night stand that turned into more. You knew you never should’ve done it, but you did.

“How?”, you choked out, looking at the rest of them in surprise. He would’ve never told them willingly.

“Well, he was rather compliant when we threatened to kill him. He told us everything. Your affair, the secrets you gave him, and how long you had really been doing it”, Felix crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the elevator. He chuckled before finishing his sentence, “but, we killed him anyways because as you know he’s our biggest enemy. And, yet, you let him fuck you” you gulped at the lustful and dark look in his eyes.

“You joined because of him. It wasn’t that hard to figure out”, Chan shrugged his shoulders, “he was screaming and begging for mercy before we killed him” that sentence made you snap. You slapped Chan and desperately pushed the buttons of the elevator to get out. Changbin sighed before grabbing you and covering your mouth with his hand as his other arm was wrapped around your waist. You kicked and punched and screamed, but he wouldn’t let you go.

“Babygirl, if you think he went hard on you then you’re in for a ride”, Changbin whispered into your ear and you stopped, wondering what he meant until you realized. The elevator door opened and you saw the dark basement, a couple of doors lining the walls. Changbin brought you to the last door, the others following closely behind, loosening the buttons on their suits.

“What the fuck”, you whispered, your eyes wide at the room full of sex toys lining the wall and a black bed, chains hanging from the bed posts. You didn’t think a room would exist inside of a secret agency meant to do good for the government, but apparently you were very mistaken. You knew the boys had other ways of making money, but you didn’t expect a sex room to be the way.

“Welcome to our little playroom”, Minho walked past you and chuckled as Changbin threw you onto the bed and cuffed your wrists, watching you completely comply. You didn’t want to admit it, but you wanted this. You always had. You wouldn’t fight it. They all took off their clothes and put their suits on the couch across the room.

“Aw, a cat got your tongue bitch? Why don’t you tell us how wet you are, hmm? How much you’ve always wanted this?”, Seungmin walked up and patted your red cheek. A wave of arousal went to your core at his words and you watched as the rest of the men got toys or watched you. Their eyes looking over your body.

“I’ve always wanted this”, you nodded and felt Changbin rubbing your clothed clit through your black work skirt. You spread your legs wider for him and he chuckled. “Please have your way with me”, you begged and Chan tilted his head, a little taken aback by how easily you agreed to the punishment. He saw it coming though.

“We will doll. But, remember, this is a punishment. You’ll be patient like a good whore”, Changbin slapped your thigh in warning and you whined from the pain. He continued to rub your clothed clit before the rest of the men came over. Chan gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your hands and knees, your wrists still bound by the chains.

“How pretty”, Chan trailed his finger along your back, admiring the way it arched before ripping the fabric of your blouse into two and throwing the fabric onto the floor. The cold air of the room hit your barely clothed breasts and made your nipples get hard, making them extra sensitive.

“So needy for our touch already, aren’t you?”, Changbin chuckled and pulled your skirt and underwear off. His finger trailed down your folds and rubbed your wetness in circles around your hole. Jeongin watched the action and felt his erection get harder.

Chan and Felix got underneath you. Chan’s hand unclamped your bra and threw it onto the floor, his lips immediately sucking your sensitive bud once your breasts were visible. Felix pinched your nipple and you moaned from the sensation of the two men playing with your breasts, Chan’s tongue swirling around the bud.

Minho watched as Changbin inserted two fingers inside of you and handed Jeongin a wooden paddle. The two men approached you as your back arched from the feeling of Changbin’s fingers inside of you and pumping fast in and out of you. Minho trailed his black whip along your back and you shivered at the feeling, a scream leaving your lips when Jeongin brought the paddle roughly down onto your left ass cheek. He chuckled and did it again, continuing to bruise the skin. Tears started to form in your eyes when Minho joined, continously being the whip down on the other cheek.

“Say thank you you bitch. This is what you wanted, isnt it? To be completely ruined by us?”, Minho ordered and you sobbed, trying to get the words out.

“Thank you sir. I’m sorry”, you forced out and Minho rubbed your ass. “Good girl”, he slapped it with his hand, leaving the handprint on your black and blue skin. Jeongin finally stopped after five hits and leaned back to look at his work. You breathed heavily, trying to recover from the spanking session and the sting that came with it.

Jisung handed Chan something underneath you and his lips pulled away from your nipple, so Felix took over, groping both your breasts in his hands and massaging them. Chan pulled something out of a box, but you couldn’t see what it was. Changbin’s fast pace was already hard for you to handle, but the pleasure completely took you over when he added two more fingers and thrusted even faster. You moaned his name and then screamed when you felt a jolt of electricity sent to your nipples. You had been so distracted that you didn’t realize Chan had put electric nipple clamps on you. He hit the button again after turning up the voltage and you shook, pain going into you. Hyunjin came up to your face and watched it change with each thrust of Changbin’s fingers or with each shock sent to your breasts. He loved it.

“P-please fuck! It’s too much”, Hyunjin chuckled and gripped your jaw. He put a blindfold on you and shoved a gag ball into your mouth. You were surprised and you moaned through the gag ball, choking slightly on your own saliva at first. Jisung clasped a black collar around your neck with a bell. Every time you moved forward slightly the bell would ring. You were completely at their mercy just like they wanted.

“Be quiet slut. You’ll take this punishment and be grateful”, Minho used the whip again, making your head go back at the pain. Blood started to appear from the cuts formed from the whip and Jeongin watched as it trailed down your ass cheek. Hyunjin touched your bottom lip with his finger, licking his lips at the sight of you being a complete mess for them. His connected his lips with your’s roughly and you kissed him back the best you could, your mind becoming overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure all happening at once.

Jisung moved underneath your hips and started to lick and suck on your clit as Changbin thrusted his fingers, making your orgasm rush through you. Jisung moved down and started to lick your juices up as Changbin continued to thrust his fingers, making you shake and sob at the overstimulation. Hyunjin chuckled and pulled away from your lips, moving across the room to pick up something. You couldn’t tell who anyone was or what anyone was doing due to the blindfold. Everything they did to your body would be a surprise.

You felt the strange sensation of cold metal sliding across your side. You couldn’t really focus at all due to the overstimulation Jisung and Changbin were giving you, but tears immediately started to fall from your eyes when the knife started to cut into your side. Hyunjin had started to carve his intitials into your side, smiling proudly once we once down and passed the knife to Felix, who was still underneath you. He and Chan cut their initials into your breasts, making you scream louder around the gag ball.

The knife continued to be passed around. Jeongin, who cut into your left ass cheek while Minho cut into the right. Changbin, who stopped his finger thrusts to carve his initials into your thigh. Jisung, who decided to cut into your other hip. And Seungmin, who cut into your back. You now belonged to them.

You let out a breath of relief once the knife stopped digging into your skin and the nipple clamps were off. Changbin and Jisung stopped their stimulation and you tried to breath to recover. You thought the punishment was over until Chan flipped you over onto your back, making your wrists turn in the chains. Your back was against Chan and Felix’s chest.

“Open up”, Minho slapped your thigh where Changbin’s initials were, making you nod desperately out of pain. You spread your legs like you were ordered. Chan held your right thigh and Felix held your left to keep you spread as wide as possible for them. You didn’t know what was to come, but you had an idea. You bit your lip in preparation before Chan lifted you up slightly and rubbed lube onto your asshole. He and Felix slowly thrusted the tip of their cocks into your hole, already stretching you out. Your head fell back onto Chan’s shoulder with a moan spilling from around the ball.

“Such a good girl taking all our cocks. You’ll be a good fucktoy for us”, Felix whispered in your ear and after he said that he and Chan started to thrust into you, taking turns going deep inside your ass. That alone had you shaking and whining from the stretch. You felt two cocks rubbing against your folds, the sound of the skin slapping filling the room. Chan and Felix spread you open wider when you tried to close your legs. Changbin and Minho slowly slid inside of you, spreading your cunt as wide as it could go. You felt like you were going to rip, both your holes being completely filled by four cocks. Your moans and screams became louder when Changbin and Minho started to take turns as well, but even when one wasn’t deep inside of you the tip of the other was still inside to stretch you out.

Hyunjin watched your mouth fall open from the moans, your saliva coating the ball inside. He walked over and pulled the ball free, making your moans louder as the four men thrusted faster into you in perfect rhythm. Your orgasm was approaching fast again and you bit your lip.

“Open up doll. You’re so tiny I know your throat is going to be tight too”, Hyunjin spit onto his finger as you opened your mouth. He rubbed the saliva onto your lips and then pushed his cock deep into your throat, making you gag slightly before you got used to it. He started to thrust into your throat, rubbing against the walls of it.

Jeongin uncuffed your wrists for you and removed the blindfold before he brought your hand down to his cock. You immediately knew what he wanted and wrapped your hand around the base before moving it up and down. You looked around the best you could with Hyunjin’s cock buried in your tight throat and you orgasmed a second time immediately when you saw what situation you were in. You looked through your tears at Jisung and Seungmin, who were walking up towards you. Seungmin grabbed your other hand and you started to pump his cock too, finding it hard to focus with everything going on. The men continued to thrust into you, your cum covered Changbin and Minho’s dicks as they continued to thrust in and out of you.

You screamed around Hyunjin’s dick, sending vibrations to it and you looked up slightly to see Jisung hovering above your chest. He aligned his dick with your breasts and started to thrust between them. Your body was completely being used by all of them now for their own pleasure. Felix and Chan’s grip on your thighs tightened, their nails digging into your skin and leaving scratch marks as their cocks twitched inside of you. They pulled out of you and came onto your back, their heavy breathing filling your ears.

You pumped your hands faster around Jeongin and Seungmin’s cocks, making their moans become louder. Changbin and Minho let out loud groans as they pulled out and came onto your thighs, making you feel the strange sticky sensation. Hyunjin twitched inside of your throat and came, forcing you to swallow all of his seed before he pulled out of your mouth. You took deep breaths as you could finally breathe correctly. Jisung thrusted faster between your breasts and came between them, falling onto your chest as he took deep breaths.

After a few minutes of your hands moving up and down their huge cocks, Jeongin and Seungmin came too, their cum spilling over onto your hands as you helped them ride out your high. The room because filled with heavy breathing. You tried to wrap your mind around what just happened, but it all happened so fast that you really couldn’t.

“So, who’s team are you on now babygirl?”, Chan chuckled as he and Felix moved out from under you, letting you laugh flat on the bed.

“Um definitely your’s”, you laughed back after snapping out of your slight daze. Hyunjin patted your head and kissed it.

“Good girl”, he whispered and the boys got some towels to clean up the mess all over your body.

“When can I have my turn inside of you?”, Jeongin pouted and you sighed.

“Just take turns cockwarming you needy boys”, you chuckled and a smile spread across his face with a nod.

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Unfinished Business ~ Part 4

WORD COUNT: 4.5K

WARNINGS: Mentions of mafia, strong language, murder, blood

PAIRING: Bang Chan X Reader

DESCRIPTION: Part four of nine of my new Bang Chan series. 

You’re taken hostage but one of Seoul’s leading mafia families Bang Chan but he doesn’t take you because he wants to fake a marriage or make you fall for him in 365 days no…He wants to use you for his own personal gain. To take over another family but when you try to escape things take a turn for the worst and you learn Chan isn’t one to be messed with.(Please I suck at describing stuff)

THEMES: Smut will be included in a later chapter so this is a fic for a mature audience, Chan x Fem!Reader, Self insert

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The next morning you were walked down to the breakfast table as though you were some kind of prisoner, Seungmin apologised when he had to take you but you kept your mouth shut not wanting to breathe a word to anyone after last night. You hadn't slept at all, you couldn't get the images out of your head. It was hard to move something like that from your mind, she was like family to you and just like that she was gone. Sitting at the table was Chan, he was reading through something you didn't care about so you sat down where the empty plate was and it was soon being plated with food by Felix who gave you a sympathetic look. They all knew what had happened inside of that room and yet did nothing to help you stop it.

"How's your ankle?" Chan asked not lifting his eyes from the paper he was reading from, searching for any news on Namjoon or about what had happened with Mrs Lu - there was nothing there. He wanted to move his eyes from the paper though, he wanted to look at you and see that you were okay. He knew you wouldn't speak much after what he'd put you through the night before. He knew that it was harsh but it was what had to be done, even after a lengthy conversation with Felix about it, it was what was needed.

"Fine." You mumbled taking the cup of tea that had been poured for you by Jeongin and sipping on it ignoring the burning sensation on your tongue as the liquid hit it,

"Eat something," He said firmly, finally glancing at you from across the table, he could already tell you hadn't slept. Your hair was thrown up in a messy ponytail, you were wearing sweats and a baggy shirt not to mention you had bags under your eyes, Felix said he'd heard you crying when it was his shift so that explained your eyes looking so bloodshot and your nose being red.

"Is the bedroom not to your standards? I can have a new bed brought in if you'd sleep better on it?" You hated that his voice was laced with concern for you and your wellbeing when he'd been nothing but mean from the moment you came to him - or rather were kidnapped by him.

"It's fine. Couldn't sleep. Nightmares." Your voice was monotone as you stared at the plate in front of you not wanting to eat anything that had been placed in front of you.

"I'm not hungry. Can I leave the table?" It felt as though you were talking to your parents when you were younger,

"Not until you eat something. You didn't have anything last night." You looked at the food and took the apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table, biting into it while staring at Chan smugly who just sniggered at you.

"I'll give you it." He put the paper down and leant on the table with his hands as he stood up from under the table, dressed in his usual suit and tie.

"Han said you wanted to go out and pick paint. We'll make a day trip of it." You swallowed the chunk of apple you'd been chewing on out of surprise and stared at him, this was some kind of test it just had to be.

"You said I wasn't allowed out-"

"Unless accompanied, unless you're still planning on running..." He buttoned his suit jacket up looking at you with a raised eyebrow, it was now that you realised one of them had a slit in it but it wasn't shaved, it was a faint scar.

"No! No, I won't. I said I'll stay." You meant it, you meant everything you'd said. You weren't going to try escaping if it meant more people would die because of you. It wasn't worth it.

"Good. Jisung will bring you up a dress to change into. I'm still having a wardrobe picked out to match you perfectly." You nodded and slowly got up from the table, too scared to make some kind of wrong move around him. Then you began walking with Seungmin past Chan when his hand reached out to touch your wrist, you flinched and he froze. He stared at you for a couple of seconds forgetting everything he was going to say to you when he saw the way you flinched at his touch,

"I-" He forgot everything he'd wanted to say when he stared into your eyes, he could see the fear that you held in them. Your eyes danced from his eyes to his wrist and he let go not wanting to upset you anymore than he already had.

"Make sure she has some ice for her ankle, and bandage it up." He said to Seungmin but his eyes never left yours, you could have sworn that he looked concerned for you and he was. He felt terrible for your ankle, the moment he'd grabbed your ankle he wanted to punch himself in the gut. He knew how painful it could be to be chained up like that and he felt awful for doing it to you the moment it happened.

"Thanks," You whispered to him, quickly leaving him there going towards the staircase with Seungmin who then left you at the bottom of the staircase with Jisung who also felt terrible for what had happened. Except he was the only one showing it clearly, he'd never liked the killing aspect of their life, he never liked this life he only stuck around because of Chan and the boys. He began taking you up the stairs making sure to walk slowly enough so you wouldn't damage the ankle more.

"There's a first aid kit in the bathroom, wait here," Jisung said as he left to go into the en-suite within your room, you stared at the door where you could see him reaching through the cupboards above the sink. You felt bad for running out on him the night before but you had to try and get out. He'd been the only one to show you any kind of kindness except for Felix and Jeongin.

"Why does he do that?" The question came out without context when Jisung came back into the room with some scissors and a bandage, he patted the bed and you followed his orders sitting down lifting your foot to sit on his knee.

"Do what?" He began wrapping up your ankle in a blue bandage to keep the pressure on it and you hissed as he applied more and more pressure each time he wrapped the bandage around, it wasn't awful like Chan's the night before. It felt nice to have it there.

"He acts like he cares when he clearly doesn't after what he did to me." Jisung sighed looking at you from the corner of his eye, he thought you would have been smart enough to see through Chan's clear facade but he was wrong about that.

"I told you. We don't like to kill-" He tried to defend him again but you weren't going to let him.

"And yet he did," He gave you the side-eye he wanted to tell you the truth about everything, about last night and how things weren't always what they seemed to be but he continued to bandage your ankle up in silence deciding he valued his life.

"I have no explanation for anything Chan does, all I have is an excuse that isn't mine to give out. Just know that somewhere deep inside his head he's doing it because he cares." That was all he could say to you without going too into detail about everything that went on inside Chan's head, the original plan for you was changing day to day depending on Chan's mood and it was giving Jisung and the boys whiplash. Your mind was being torn to shreds. Cares? He didn't even know you?

"He cares for me? He doesn't know me-"

"He knows enough, we all do." The folder. You looked at the floor and tried to remember what was inside the folder, everything. Every single detail about your life no matter how big or small was in that folder, your parents, your grandparents, all of your jobs from the ages of 11 and up. If someone read it they could say they'd known you since birth, passed off as you if they wanted to commit identity fraud.

"But why?" you asked. Jisung scoffed and helped you stand back up on your feet, you could finally put pressure on your ankle without it sending shooting pains throughout your leg.

"You're going to ask me to explain his complex brain?" You knew it was a long shot when you asked so you nodded at him and he pointed at another floral dress sitting on the hanger on your wardrobe door deciding he wasn't going to talk about it any more than he had. He could get into trouble for what he'd already told you.

"He doesn't like to be kept waiting." He said simply as you nodded in understanding and he left the room for you to get changed, standing just outside the door so he could walk you downstairs when you were finished.

Walking around the mall with Chan was weird - mostly because you were hand in hand with him but also because people were staring the whole time. The hand holding was his idea, he knew it was one way he could get all eyes on both of you and that was what he needed. Eyes were on you wherever you went, you thought it was just because of who Chan was but he told you it was because he hadn't been seen with a female companion in a while.

"They're staring at me?" You whispered as you walked past another couple who both stared at you blatantly obviously, both of them mumbling to the other about you as you walked, the woman's hand covering her mouth as she obviously said something to her partner. You looked at the dress feeling insecure but Chan stopped once he realised where your mind was going,

"They don't like seeing powerful men with a woman at his side. You look fine. The dress is perfect." Before you could argue with him he pointed at the paint shop you'd requested to go to and you walked inside head hanging low as you tried not to think about people looking at you. His hand never left yours and when the man behind the counter began talking to you his grip tightened,

"Can I get classical white, runaway blue, and a set of your acrylic paints and paintbrushes please?" You said to him, trying not to stare at him as he stared at your hand with Chans you wanted to beg for him to save you but images of the night before raised back into your head, along with images of your grandfather.

"I have to take this," Chan said as his phone started to ring loudly in his top pocket he moved away from you and out of the shop, Felix stood in the door to make sure no one else could go in or out of the shop without him knowing about it.

"Would you like to see the paint being mixed?" The man asked with wide eyes trying to think of a way that he could talk to you in private he'd seen this before with Chan's type,

"I'd love to." Your voice came out shaky and uneasy so you followed him over to the paint shaker and he started it up it was loud enough to cover up the conversation he was going to have with you,

"Do you need help? We can get you out...Just say the word and I'll sneak you out of the back-" A hand was placed on your shoulder before it moved and a voice spoke out,

"That won't be necessary will it, baby girl?" Your whole body was on edge as you heard him call you baby girl again, his arm wrapped around your waist and you felt sick for the man's safety.

"No. I'm fine thank you." Your monotone was back and the man stared between you and Chan and you gave him a knowing look not to press for anything, maybe that had been the real reason everyone had been staring. They were trying to break you away from Chan and get you safe. It was no secret who Chan was; him and the boys were practically famous for what they did. You took Chan over to some canvas' and his hand tightened on your waist as he grew angrier, his pulse racing as he thought about someone taking you away from him. His pulse was beating so much you could feel it on your hip where his arm was resting.

"I'll kill him-" This time your pulse raced,

"He was just worried about someone's safety. Don't hurt him. I'm staying. I'm here. I'll stay," You promised with him and linked your hands together once more to show him that it was the truth, his pulse slowed back down and his expression softened as he locked eyes with you.

"I'm not going anywhere," You matched his soft expression and he looked at you wondering why you were being so nice to the man when you didn't know him but then he remembered the file. You'd always been nice to everyone, volunteering at the nursing home, at the hospital and regularly working for charities. Which reminded him of something he had to do soon and he wanted to ask you too.

"I have something to ask of you." He walked you over to some more paints and you nodded, you'd do anything if it meant no one else would die because of you.

"I regularly attend a charity event and would you like to go with me?" Charity? He...donated to charity your blood boiled at the thought of him only doing it to make up for the shit he did.

"What is that? Your sick kind of way of making up for all of the terrible things you do to people?" The words slipped out before you could even think about them and he looked mortified as you said that to him, it wasn't true at all. It couldn't have been further from the truth, the charity was something he held close to him that he'd been doing long before he came into this lifestyle. You could tell by the look on his face that you'd hurt him and you felt bad for a second, fearing that if you stepped out of line something could happen you tried to justify yourself.

"S-Sorry. I didn't think-"

"It's a charity I hold close to my heart. You will attend the function with me." It wasn't a question this time it was a statement, you were going and you had no choice in the matter. You nodded at him knowing the repercussions if you didn't say yes and he went back to looking at the paint like everything was normal.

Chan was off again on business, the moment you were done inside of the shop he told you he had to leave and you were sent home alone with Jisung, Hyunjin and Jeongin who were watching you closely as you walked around your bedroom as if they had nothing better to do with their time.

"Do you have any plastic covers, Chan didn't get some earlier." Jisung and Hyunjin exchanged looks as if they were having some kind of psychic conversation together.

"There's some in the office," Jeongin said nodding for you to follow him into the office across the hall so you did, walking behind him as he got into the room. You stood in the door and images came flooding back from what had happened the night before, the carpet was gone and replaced with laminate flooring as if nothing had happened. Jeongin followed your gaze as he realised what he'd done and where he'd brought you.

"Shit. Sorry, I forgot-" He was so used to this life he'd forgotten how it affected those who weren't used to this,

"It's fine," You lied looking down at your hands instead of the flooring. He began looking through drawers when you saw a bookshelf, sitting there in the centre shelf was a photograph of Chan and another woman.

"Who's this?" You asked, opening the glass doors to take a closer look at the image that was sitting there. Jeongin glanced up at you, panic rushing through him as you touched the photo. Chan hated it when people touched his stuff.

"Chan's wife. Shes- Shes not with us anymore." You ran your fingers over the photograph, she looked like you. She looked a lot like you, from the hair right down to the dress you were wearing. So that was what he was doing? He saw his wife in you and was trying to replace her with you? You put the photograph back down and Jeongin held up the covers he'd gotten from the bottom drawer. Maybe his ex-wife was the way out for you, maybe her being his weakness was your way out. Make him fall for you, make him weak and escape when he doesn’t see it coming?

"What are you painting?" He questioned as you walked out of the office. He locked the door and added the key into his pocket. Everyone had a key to the office by the looks of it.

"Sunflowers." You whispered as he walked you into the room, Jisung was alone now as he looked at the wall you were planning on painting on.

"Hyunjin is cooking us something to eat, Jeongin go and help him." The small boy left the room after dropping the covers onto your bed for you to sort out. You looked at Jisung from the corner of your eye as you poured paint out into the containers.

"You're being awfully calm for someone who'd spent the day with someone she hates," You ignored his comment, not wanting to raise any suspicion and took the roller dipping it into the sky blue paint.

"He was kinder...didn't hurt that man." He hummed at you, not believing it for even a second and stared as you starting to add a light blue to the wall.

"You didn't try to escape, that was the only reason he didn't do anything. Don't think he's going soft on you." You hummed this time, not believing him and he shook his head at you. All that filled your head was the photo of his wife and Chan together. His arms wrapped around her waist as he had a huge smile on his face, so big you could see dimples on the sides of his cheeks.

"How did he lose his wife?" You asked without moving your eyes from the wall it was an innocent enough question but you didn't want it to seem as though you were prying him for information because you weren't.

"Why?" You shook your head and looked over at him,

"I saw the photo. She looked young." He looked down at the floor. They weren't supposed to talk about her. They were supposed to keep their mouths shut. You weren’t even supposed to know that he’d had a wife so Jeongin had fucked up by letting you see the photograph.

"Is she the reason you're not allowed to listen to music?" He knew you were up to something the minute you asked that question and he cut everything short not having time for the bullshit.

"Whatever you're planning, get it out of your head now. Unless you want a repeat of Mrs Lu with your grandfather." You stared at him as he brought your grandfather up into the conversation,

"Do you think I'd plan anything after what I saw last night! She was like a mother to me and he ripped her away. I wouldn't disobey him again." It was only partially true, you were planning to get away but you were planning on making it easier on everyone else first.

Chan walked up the staircase to see Minho was asleep outside of your room, his head resting on a wall. He didn't blame him, it had been a long day at the offices. They were all tired and he was about to head to his own bed when he heard soft humming coming from your room, he was surprised you were still awake after not sleeping the night before. He pushed the door open silently to see you standing there with a paintbrush in your hand, you were sitting crossed-legged on a set of chest drawers sitting so close to the wall your nose could have some paint on it. He knew the tune you were humming but he couldn't place what it was, he watched as you added another brush stroke to the wall. He made his way inside until he was standing right behind you, you hadn't heard him thanks to your humming which had slowly turned into softly sung lyrics.

"Your favourite?" You fell backwards, your legs spralling out in front of you to try and catch yourself but Chan caught you quickly before you could hurt yourself. Your arms resting on his as you stared up at him and you realised you'd painted a bright yellow stripe down his suit jacket.

"Sorry, it'll come right out if you wash it right now." You struggled out of his arms and stripped off his jacket rushing into the en-suite where you panicked trying to wash the paint off his jacket. His hands rested on your arms to stop you moving so fast and for a split second, it felt nice to have him this close to you, a spark rushing up and down your body making you feel a little uneasy.

"It's fine. I can have it dry cleaned." He slipped it out from under the water and hung it over the shower since it was wet.

"You're scared of me?" You nodded at him and he tried not to sigh, it wasn't what he wanted at all he didn't want you to fear him this badly.

"They are." He frowned confused as you answered something else,

"My favourite, you asked. They are." You said pointing over at the sunflowers on the wall.

"You should be asleep, you haven't slept for almost 48 hours." You looked at the watch on his wrist to see that it was almost 3 am,

"I can't sleep....always struggled." You admitted to him and he nodded in understanding. He'd also struggled with his sleep for a long time which meant he had tips to help you.

"I struggle with sleep too." You ignored the need to make a quip about what he did for a living was probably keeping him up at night and he walked you over to the giant double bed pulling back the sheets for you.

"But you should sleep, we have an event later in the week and I need you to be well-rested for it." You got under the covers and stared at him as he tucked you into the bed and started humming to the song you'd been singing. So music wasn't something he hated completely. That was something that you could work with.

"Can I have a radio tomorrow? To work with while I paint?" He stared at you.

"I don't like music." He answered plainly not looking away from your eyes,

"Oh...Okay." He could tell how disappointed you were and he looked down at you. He hated seeing you look so disappointed about something, he never wanted to see that look again even if it meant doing something he didn't like.

"I'll see what I can do." He brushed the hair from your face and kissed your forehead. Softly sparks shot through your body and you stared at him trying not to give signs away that you felt them. You couldn't fall for him, not after what he did and who he was, he'd killed  Mrs Lu, he ran drug cartels, money laundering, cold-blooded murder, gang wars and...Well, there were many rumours...Not everything had to be true did it? You wanted to question him on that now, find out what exactly was and wasn't true with him and his crew. Trying to get your head back into your plan, instead of what Chan did for a living, you questioned him on the music subject,

"Why don't you like music?" You shifted over in the bed so he could sit beside you, he stared at the space and you stared into his eyes.

"Tell me." You pleaded, placing your hand on his as he sat down on the space you'd left for him. He felt his heart warm up as you talked to him calmly and touched him because you wanted to, not because he was forcing you to.

"It's nothing, just something that used to be played a lot in the house and then there was no need for it." He took his hand away from you not wanting to get into this, it was too much for one night, he'd already told you too much. You were just supposed to be bait for Namjoon but he was starting to feel more for you, he got off the bed quickly and left the room slamming the door so hard that Minho jumped awake and stared at his boss rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Something wrong?"

"She likes music."

"That would be nice...right?" Minho and Felix had really been the only ones to calm Chan down when he got bad like this when he got upset over his wife. They'd been there for him the longest and it was them he could trust the most. Chan hummed in answer of Minho’s question and walked into his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. He walked over to the photo frames that lined his desk, all him and his wife together in the earlier days of the marriage.

"Every day I miss you a little more." But there was something else taking over his heart, he stared at the photos and he no longer felt hurt by them. It was more of a feeling of peace as he stared at his once happy wife, but he was starting to picture his life with you instead of with her. He took the frames and placed them into the bottom drawer of a desk inside his bedroom and began changing out of his suit. He hated that he snapped at you like that, but he didn't want you knowing his weaknesses, you'd use them against him just like everyone else did. Just like Namjoon did with her...but then again. The plan had been to lure Namjoon out of the shadows with you, use you as bait to get the confession from Namjoon but now he could use it to his advantage. Namjoon could scare you into staying with him and Chan wouldn't have to be the bad guy anymore...He could be the one trying to protect you instead he just had to come up with a way to get it to work.

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┈┈ 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 *:･ﾟ

✩ ot8 reaction headcannon, 2.5k words (eek sorry)

✩ genre/s: **fluff**, humor, established relationship, ot8 x gender neutral!reader

✩ warning/s: MOBILE TUMBLR HATES ME (some gifs & author’s note might not appear),,,, my terrible sense of humor/commentary, a couple of them are suggestive if you  s q u i n t

✩ a/n: idk if the concept makes any sense but it does in my mind \_( ‘-’ )_/ also seungmin’s part is the exact same kinda similar to a brief scenario in my txt soobin “brightest blue” fic... but it’s fineee. also i’m sorry that some are longer than others! enjoy :))

chan:

chan is definitely extremely interested in the music you listen to.

in fact, sometimes he’d probably insist that you show him your current playlist from start to finish lol.

i can imagine y’all hanging out at the dorms, maybe even mid-cuddle, listening to some of your recent favorites.

but there’s this ONE SONG--

your absolute JAM

you get up from your seat or the bed and start completely jamming out.

he stays where he is so he can watch you have the time of your life.

i guess nobody told him you’re a professional lip syncer… awk...

you grab a hairbrush and hold it up like it’s a microphone.

honestly you’re thriving,,

he’s kinda stunned. not in a bad way, but he’s just so mezmorized by how cute (and maybe a lil sexy) you are when you dance like no one’s watching.

there’s a particularly awesome beat drop toward the end of the song, which leads you to do some equally awesome head banging.

he’s cackling at this point, which drives you to act even sillier.

*ending pose*

once the song ends and you’re trying to catch your breath, he slowly starts clapping for you.

“the song was great, but the performance was even better,” he’d say, coming off a bit sarcastic. but he means well!

you start to get a bit self-conscious and shy as you put yourself together again.

he’ll try to comfort you, standing up to wrap you in a hug.

“don’t be embarrassed!” (cue soft chan),

“baby that was awesome”,

“you should join a rock band!”, etc.

overall, he’d love it when you share your music taste, and this event will probably set off a chain reaction of similar jam sessions in the future.

minho:

ok so we all know minho’s a cat person, blah blah blah...

but what if you got super excited about a really cute dog?

let’s say you’re on a walk at a park, holding hands, and talking.

all of a sudden you see someone walking their dog…

and when i tell you this is the cutest, tiniest dog on the face of the earth,,,

you immediately stop walking and squeeze minho’s hand. you point to the dog and start freaking out because it’s so cute.

he’d say something silly like, “what are you talking about? it looks like a rat.”

you disregard it because you’re just so excited about this puppy!

“can we pet it?” you ask.

“... fine” he replies, smiling at you, despite his attempts to act uninterested.

y’all go over to the woman walking her dog and ask if you can pet the puppy. when she says you can pet him, you immediately sit on the ground, ready to have the best puppy playdate of your life.

minho’s still standing, watching you with loving eyes.

of course, you start talking to the puppy as if he’s a baby. minho laughs, trying to stifle all the uwus emanating from his heart

the puppy climbs onto your lap and licks your face just a little bit.

you look up at minho with wide eyes, saying “awww, isn’t he so cute!”

he’d playfully roll his eyes because why would he cheat on cats like that…

then you tug on his hand, motioning for him to sit with you. he does, reluctantly.

you place the puppy on his lap to see what happens.

the dog loves him! (of course, because what living thing wouldn’t love lee minho?)

the puppy is licking minho all over as he makes faces of disgust and struggles to pull him away.

you laugh out loud, happier than ever at the two very good boys in front of you.

he smiles again, completely endeared with your excitement despite being covered in puppy spit...

so, it doesn’t matter what kinds of animals you two prefer, since you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen. (aww)

changbin:

i feel like changbin is the type to not be ashamed of/shy about showing you the songs he’s writing.

...except for right now.

he just got home from the studio, dropping his bag onto a table… but some papers fall out.

you attempt to grab the papers, but changbin stops you and grabs them himself instead with a subtle hint of nervousness.

pretty suspicious if you ask me.

“what’s up?” you ask, a bit confused about what just happened.

he’d try to play it off like nothing suspicious was going on, but you know his poker face.

it’s too cute not to notice.

he likes to play all tough but you (and everyone else tbh) know him better than that.

you go to grab the papers, but he steps away. you try again… and again, and again, and again.

you become increasingly more frustrated and impatient with each attempt, until changbin holds them up high in the air where you can’t reach them. he has a look on his face that says ‘haha! gotcha!’

you’ve never done this much jumping in your life.

but you’re not a quitter.

“okay… i give up,” you say, returning to a stationary position and placing your arms around his neck.

however, just as he lowers his hands to your waist, you snatch the papers!

“AHA!” you exclaim.

all he can say is “damn it!” as you scramble to the couch with the papers in your hand. you sit facing away from him, attempting to speed-read the lyrics sprawled across the pages.

he follows you to the couch, trying to take the papers back from behind.

“binnie, these are so good!!”

“thanks… but were they worth betraying your innocent boyfriend?”

“yes. every word.” you finally hand him back the papers with a smirk.

he’d curse under his breath, ditching the papers in favor of tickling you instead.

what a terrible punishment!

hyunjin:

we all know hyunjin is a drama queen,,

you can be a bit of a dramatic person yourself (who isn’t?).

so when you lose your favorite sweater, you’re immediately going on a wild goose chase around the dorms, because that’s where you had it last.

you’re practically talking to yourself. double checking everywhere you’d been. retracing your steps like a mad person.

you need this sweater!!

you let out a little “urgh!” as you begin getting frustrated.

hyunjin would ask what’s wrong, and when you tell him, he’d GASP.

he’d be like:

“have you checked under the bed?”

“the couch?”

“what about over here?”

“over there?”

this boy will not REST until the sweater is back in your possession, wasting no time in matching your level of concern/dramatics...

… if not exceeding it.

y’all have practically torn the whole room apart at this point.

until finally, you find it in a random drawer (of course smh)

“I FOUND IT!” you’d exclaim, flopping onto the bed and putting the sweater on,

to which you’d receive a “YAY!” in return

tired and leaning against a wall, he’d say something like, “thank GOD! now, why do you need it so bad?”

and you’d simply and softly respond, “... i got chilly~”

he wouldn’t give a verbal response, but his face would go from relaxed to ‘bruh’.

you knew he’d be shocked at your statement, but you choose to tease him instead with a smile.

he would then opt to tackle you in the bed, fumbling with the covers and vowing to make you as warm as humanly possible.

jisung:

jisung definitely loves showing you the music he’s been working on, just like changbin.

except… this time, the lyrics aren’t necessarily what you’re used to hearing.

you can tell jisung’s a bit nervous as he presses play, choosing to keep his eyes on the floor as he nods his head to the rap.

you’re listening intently, as curious and excited as you are every other time…

but then you realize that it’s about you……

the lyrics talk about letting someone into his life and his longing to be even closer to that person than he is now.

therefore,,,,   u w u

you giggle, which prompts him to look up at you almost immediately with anticipation about your reaction.

you decide to wait until the end of the song to react, but you can already feel the excitement bubbling up inside of you.

the song ends, and you’re sitting in silence alongside jisung. “so… what did you think?”

“well… i think…” you trail off, looking into jisung’s eyes.

with a bit of a squeal you leap up from your seat and essentially attack him.

you straddle his legs (don’t get any *ideas* this is FLUFF for goodness sake) and wrap your arms around his neck, locking him into a big hug.

“i love it, baby. so, so, so, much,” you respond quickly and genuinely.

he laughs, his arms wrapping around you.

he’d probably remark, “you scared me for a second!”

you laugh in response, apologizing for your delayed reaction.

deep down, he’d feel so relieved that you liked the song and its sentiment.

he’d also be so happy to have you, his overexcited sweetheart, in his arms.

however, at the surface, he’d prefer to tease you. “next time, don’t make me wait so long!”

felix:

ok so y’all send memes and tik toks back and forth all day every day. it’s just protocal.

also,,, you could literally be in the same room, and he’d still just start sending you tik toks he’d saved just to send to you and see your reaction.

but there’s this   o n e

you can’t quite explain why but when you watch the tik tok that your boyfriend sent you from across the couch, you laugh harder than you’ve ever laughed before.

whatever humor you may have, this tik tok completely encompasses it in a beautiful, stupid way.

before you know it, you begin cackling.

felix knows that you’ve always been a bit embarrassed of your laugh (who isn’t, right?), so when you start letting loose he’s a bit caught off guard.

still, he joins in (at a smaller scale, of couse).

he always wants to see you happy, but this is a whole new level of cuteness in his eyes.

your laughter subsides a bit...

until you decide to watch the tik tok again.

believe it or not, it’s even funnier the second time!

you double over, laughing so hard that no sound is even coming out of your mouth.

“are you okay?!” he’d ask, laughing harder now at your actions.

he’d put his arms around you so he could hold you up.

you’d mouth out a “no” in response.

there are practically tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

he’d continue looking down at you with a beaming smile, holding you up until your laughter comes to a full stop.

“was it really that funny? i can’t even make you laugh like this.”

you’re almost dazed, your stomach hurting (in the best way possible). you try to steady your breathing.

after a few seconds of recovery, he’d whisper in your ear with a deep, silly voice...

“...wanna watch it again?”

it’s safe to say you won’t fully recover for a while.

seungmin:

on days off, you watch dramas with seungmin to take both of your minds off of work/school/whatever’s been keeping you busy.

however… of course you can’t go a whole episode without laughing hysterically, and it’s all because of seungmin.

it could be the most dramatic, intense, or heartbreaking scene in the show but he would make it into a full blown impersonation comedy routine.

ESPECIALLY if the drama is in a foreign language.

this boy will reinact all of the subs in the stupidest way possible.

but, today he’s a bit exhausted, snuggling up against you and not saying much.

our boys work too hard :((   (but wbk)

...so you decide to take his place.

you start off kind of hesitantly, waiting to see if he’d even react. when the main characters start to have an argument, you begin reading the subtitles in a silly voice.

you hear a soft giggle from your boyfriend has be tightens his arm’s grip around your waist.

you begin to use different voices for each of the two characters, alternating between a nasly, high pitched one and a lower one with voice cracks. this makes seungmin laugh harder, going from a giggle to his usual open-mouthed chuckle.

he’s so cute >_< ,,anyways…

as the scene intensifies, so does the volume of your impersonations.

“yOu’Ve bEtRaYeD mE!”

“BuT yOu LiEd tO mE!”

at this point seungmin is cackling despite his heavy eyes and unwillingness to move. he’d be so caught up in your routine that he’d forget he was even tired.

you look up at him to see that big smile and those sparkly eyes you love so much, which motivates you to be even goofier!

you sit up, leaving seungmin’s grasp. you begin making hand gestures to match your overdramatic tone.

the scene comes to a climax, in which you recite the final line with more ferver and fake passion than ever before. you finish it off with a fist in the air for ~emphasis~.

as you hold this pose, you hear your loyal audience member begin to cheer for you. he claps, whisper-shouting “ahh” to create fake crowd noises.

“what a show!” he would commend you with an expression of sarcastic awe on his face.

you’re really glad you decided to cheer him up…

but not nearly as glad as he is to have you with him on a day like this.

jeongin:

jeongin’s smile could literally melt anyone’s heart. everybody knows this.

i don’t care who you are, if you see jeongin smile, you either smile or cry and there are no other options.

i don’t make the rules.

so, when he shows you the ‘lovestay’ version of his latest dance practice, you’re bound to go insane with adoration.

as soon as his solo comes up and the camera zooms in on his sweet, smiling face, you give his cheek a little poke

you say, “that’s you!”

“shut up,” he’d respond, giggling.

“wait, i missed something,” you say with a sense of urgency. you take the phone from his hands, rewinding a few seconds.

he’d roll his eyes at you, getting a bit shy.

you resume the video until the boy in the video holds up a finger heart, at which point you press pause.

“look how cute!” you exclaim, looking up at jeongin and pointing back and forth between him and the screen.

“stop it!” he’s blushing (and you’re screaming internally at how cute he is) as he tries to refrain from making a big smile.

you poke his side, resulting in a small fit of laughter that forces his bright grin to peek out.

he swats your hand away, putting his arm around you

(partly to show his affection and partly to make you hold still)

you place your head onto his shoulder, resuming the video for the final time. “you’re too cute. i can’t help it.”

“but you’re the cutest...” he murmurs, almost inaudibly to someone who isn’t as close to him as you are now.

heat rises in your face.

you: “...stop…”

him: “hah!”

touché...

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[ethereal-bang]

Stormy Night

Authors Note: Hey guys!! It’s finally here, my first fic to post! AANNND ITS SEUNGMIN SMUT YOU’RE WELCOME this probably seems very rough and rushed and I’m sorry lol it’s my first time writing smut and my first time in a few years writing a fic, but I’m really happy with it!

Characters: Seungmin x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.3k (oops lol) 

Type: Friends to Lovers, An equal amount of fluff as there is smut “There’s enough room on the bed for both of us”, somewhat of a buildup

This piece of fiction is intended for adult audiences, 18+ ONLY 

Watching the rain as it hits the windshield, a mild feeling of panic starts to wash over you. The storm was getting bad, and it would be getting dark pretty soon. Looking back on it, maybe taking the 18 hour road trip home with Seungmin wasn’t the smartest idea you’d had. You were nearly half way there, so close but so far to your hometown, where you insisted--no, begged for Seungmin to come with you due to a family wedding that you wanted no part in, but were obligated to be at. Not to mention, your cousins had been pestering you about when you were finally going to bring a plus one to such important family gatherings.

“So Y/N,” your cousin started, and you immediately feel a little panic set in, knowing where this was going. “Is your boyfriend coming with you to Jennie’s wedding? I mean..you do have a boyfriend, right?” You can hear the smirk in her voice over the phone, asking about the wedding that you would be attending this weekend. Every time one of these events take place, she’s always there to make fun of your relationship-- or lack thereof. Searching around the room as you try to think of an excuse, your eyes land on your best friend, Seungmin, who is sitting on the couch watching some drama he had turned on when your cousin called. An idea forming, you slowly smile. “Actually..yes. I am bringing my boyfriend with me.” At your words, Seungmin’s ears perk up and he turns to look at you. Eyes going wide, he immediately catches onto your plan, mouthing words of protest at you as you try to wave him off. “Yes. We will make sure to be there by noon. Okay, I’ve gotta go, I’ll talk to you later bye!” You tell your cousin, quickly getting her off the phone as Seungmin has now stood up and was making his way towards you. 

Hanging up the phone, Seungmin looks at you like you're crazy. “No.” He says quickly, not letting you get a word in edgewise. “No. I am NOT going to play boyfriend at this wedding. Please don’t make me do it,” he pleads, eyes going wide. “Seungmiiiinnnn,” you whine, “it’ll only be for a weekend, please just hear me out!” you beg. He shakes his head in resistance and you groan, throwing yourself onto the couch. “Pleeease. I’ll do anything!” At this, he stops. “Anything?” You nod at him, looking hopeful. “Do my biology homework for a week and you’ve got yourself a deal.” You smile at him, surprise taking over your features. “Done.” you beam, and he groans, not thinking you would actually agree. 

And that was how you got here, Seungmin volunteering to drive the first half of the way. However, you weren’t expecting the rain to hit as hard as it was. Sensing you were a tad bit anxious at the growing storm, Seungmin takes a hand off the steering wheel and places it on your thigh. You really wish he wouldn’t do that.

It’s no secret that your best friend is attractive. Seungmin is a traditionally handsome kinda guy-- brown, soft hair, big chocolate eyes that scrunch at the corners when he smiles and a laugh that can brighten anyone’s day. You take a second to appreciate said features, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the blush making its way to your cheeks and focusing on the road instead.

Yeah...so maybe you have a thing for your best friend. No big deal.

A loud crack of thunder pulls you out of your trance, and it starts to rain even harder, if that was even possible. “Seungmin..” you start, voice small, “maybe we should stop somewhere, just until the rain calms down a little.” Your eyes are drawn to a road marker: “LODGING: EXIT 15 (1.5 miles)” Pointing it out to Seungmin, he nods and keeps an eye out for the next exit, which should be quickly approaching. “You’re right, man who would’ve thought it would rain this bad..” he says, trying to keep the car on the road despite the rain making it hard to see.

Soon enough, you see the neon lights of a hotel come into view. Seungmin, sighing with relief now that he won’t be driving in the dangerous weather, pulls into the parking lot. “You stay here, I’ll head inside and get us a room,” He says, undoing his seatbelt and pulling the hood on his jacket tight. You nod in response, watching him jog through the parking lot and into the lobby. You focus on the sounds of the rain, now oddly calming as you know you’re not going to be in it. Really, you were just worried about this wedding, wanting it to go well and hope that no one will see through the little act you’re about to put on with your best friend. 

A few minutes later, Seungmin runs back out to the car. Brandishing a key on a little feather chain, he smiles at you. “Got the room, let’s go on up.” You grab your backpacks that were sitting in the back seat, and follow Seungmin to the room. Upon opening the door, you take a look around at the place you’ll call home for the night. A patterned rug, wall lights soft but warm which make the room feel oddly cozy, and dark red curtains make you laugh, feeling comfort in the very stereotypical decor. That is, until your eyes fall on the bed.

That’s right, the bed. One bed. For the two of you.

Now, you’ve had sleepovers with Seungmin plenty of times, memories of all nighters before finals and drunken celebrations crossing your mind. However, when he stayed over you almost always ended up falling asleep on the couch; TV playing a movie that eventually neither of you could keep your minds focused on, too occupied with the idea of sweet sweet sleep. Your back might have hated you for not sleeping in your own bed, but waking up on the couch with Seungmin’s head resting atop yours was something you’ll always find comfort in; his hair tickling your forehead as you take in your surroundings. 

“Only one bed?” You ask him, feeling a little nervous. “Yeah, it was all they had left..I can sleep on the floor if you want me to, it’s no big deal.” He shrugs as he sets his bag down on the table near the front door. The idea of him sleeping on a hotel carpet does not sit well with you, thinking of how many people have been through this room and questioning just what has went down here. “No no it’s okay. I don’t want you sleeping on the floor. There’s enough room on the bed for the both of us “ You say, trying to hide the nervous tint in your voice. “Are you sure?” He asks and you nod your head, not wanting your voice to betray you. Shrugging his shoulders, Seungmin announces that he’s going to take a shower, feeling gross after being in the car since the early hours of the morning and being caught in the rain. 

You get comfortable in the hotel room, setting your things down and getting ready to let sleep take you over. While laying in the bed, as close to one side as you possibly can, you scroll through your social media as Seungmin finally makes his way out of the bathroom. Glancing up  at him from your screen, you hold back a gasp as you take in the way he looks: Hair still a little wet, a fresh tshirt that fits his arms just right and his grey sweatpants sitting a little low on his hips making you want to lift his shirt and kiss the exposed skin. Your mind goes absolutely insane as you try to push the thoughts away, wanting to get some sleep. 

Picking up the covers, Seungmin slides in next to you and chuckles about how apprehensive you seem. “You know, Y/N, you’re almost falling off the bed. You don’t have to be so far away.” he says, getting under the covers and making himself comfy. “No, really, I’m alright,” you lie to him, wanting to maintain your distance otherwise your sanity will slowly chip away. Even with the small distance in between you, you can smell the cinnamon of his body wash, one that you’ve definitely used on the occasional chance that you’ve stayed at his apartment. The scent is almost intoxicating, because it’s just purely..Seungmin. “Okay, suit yourself. Try and get some sleep, I set an alarm for the morning so we’ll be fine,” he says, punctuating his sentence with a yawn. You set your phone down on the side table and turn off the lamp, closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep, willing away dreams of the boy who is snoring peacefully next to you. (Seriously? How did he fall asleep so fast?)

You almost had a peaceful sleep. Almost.

You’re unsure how much time has passed, but your slumber was rudely interrupted by a very bright strike of lightning, loud thunder following not too close behind. The sound made you wake in a panic, heart racing and sitting straight up in bed. Once you realized what was happening you lay back down, trying to relax yourself back to sleep.

It wasn’t working. The lightning and thunder continued, and for some reason you just cannot bring your brain to calm down enough. Tossing and turning, you’re thankful that the darkness can hide the blush on your cheeks as you take in Seungmin’s sleeping form. His mouth is partially open, soft snores emitting from it and making you smile. His hair has dried, fluffy and falling into his eyes where his lashes cast a delicate shadow onto his cheeks. 

Another crack of thunder makes you jump, and this time it was loud enough to make Seungmin stir too. Afraid he would wake up and catch you staring at him, you quickly shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep and praying that your best friend wouldn’t be able to hear your heart pounding in your chest. 

You hear Seungmin take in a deep breath, and he scoots a little closer to you. “I know you’re awake,” you hear him say, and the gentle yet sleepy tone makes you open your eyes, even though you were desperately trying to get yourself to fall asleep. Taking a look at him, you try to hide the fact that you’re a little flustered, but that isn’t easy as Seungmin reaches across the space in between you and pulls you into his chest. If he couldn’t hear your heart beating before, he should be able to feel it by now, but sure enough you relaxed in his hold, as if you were made for his arms to be wrapped around you. Seungmin runs his fingers through your hair in a slightly comforting gesture. “Thunderstorm keeping you up?” He asks quietly, and you nod your head. “It’s gotten worse. I hope it lets up before we have to leave…” you trail off, and Seungmin just shushes you, the patterns he’s drawing on his scalp slowing to a stop as he holds you.

Taking a chance, you look up at your best friend, nose touching his chin as he lays there with his eyes closed. Sensing your stare, he pulls away a little and looks at you, and that’s when you see it. Something is there, but you’re not quite able to make it out.

That is, until suddenly Seungmin is leaning down towards you, face coming closer slowly as if to gauge your reaction. Taking the plunge, you meet him halfway in a searing kiss, one that you did not expect to come from him right now, or ever.

You were always positive that your feelings for Seungmin were unrequited, looking for signs that he may have even the littlest bit of feelings for you over the years. Maybe you’re just oblivious, but all of those thoughts fly out the window at the feeling of his lips on yours, the hand that was once on your waist now on your cheek, his other hand still in your hair.

You stay like that for a few minutes, just kissing, enjoying the fact that you’re both finally getting what you wanted. You’re the first one to pull away, out of breath and absolutely smitten.

“You,” Seungmin starts, a shy smile on his lips as he looks at your pink cheeks, “have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for,” he confesses, and it makes you smile. “Well, why’d you stop?” you tease and pull him back down for another kiss.

The first kiss was gentle, loving, sweet. Everything you ever expected of Kim Seungmin. The second kiss, however, turned into something deeper, more sensual and passionate as you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip, him granting you access but immediately fighting you for dominance. You let him win, giving into the feelings that were slowly forming in the pit of your stomach. His hold on you tightens, and he pushes you into the mattress, hovering over you while still driving you absolutely insane. His hands move under your shirt, the brunette tracing circles on your hip bones that automatically start a fire inside of you. His kisses move down to your neck, biting on a spot between your neck and your collarbone which elicits a small groan of his name from your mouth.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath, the noise you made clearly affecting him. He pushes his hands farther up your shirt and looks at you for permission. “Can I?” he asks, and you simply nod your head, raising your arms to help him get you out of your shirt. 

Being in front of Seungmin in this way was totally new-- the most he’s ever seen of you is in a bikini, and even then you wore a tshirt over it more often than not. You go to cover yourself but Seungmin moves your arms away and his lips immediately attach to your chest, making eye contact with you as his tongue runs across your nipple. Seungmin seems to be spurred on by the noises you’re making, running his hands up and down your sides, going lower each time but refusing to put his hands where you really want them. He pulls away for a quick moment, and you whine at the loss of contact. Seungmin sits up, a chuckle falling from his lips as he takes off his own tshirt, and you can’t help but stare at the lithe body that’s presented before you. You’ve always known he was in shape, but watching his muscles flex with each movement he makes suddenly makes you very impatient. 

Suddenly he’s back on you, lips traveling farther down to your core and the knot in your stomach tightens a little bit more with each kiss he leaves on your body. “You,” he begins, “are the most. Beautiful. Woman. I. have. Ever. seen.” he accentuates each word with a kiss, starting at your ribcage and ending on your inner thighs. His lips are ghosting your core, opting to continue the sweet kisses on your inner thighs. “Seungmin..please,” you whine out, a hand moving down to grip his hair. “What do you want, baby? I need you to use your words,” he says with a smirk on his face. 

“Seungmin please. I need your tongue, your fingers, fuck anything just...touch me. Please,” you beg him. Happy to hear your breathy moans, he finally slips off your sleep shorts and your underwear at once, running a finger through your folds. “So, so pretty,” he says in amazement, reveling in the fact that you’re soaked, and it’s all for him. 

Seungmin begins placing soft kitten licks to your clit, the feeling making you want to roll your eyes into the back of your head. Instead you opt to watch him, his eyes completely blown with lust as he adds a finger to the mix. Looking up at you to gauge your reaction, Seungmin is more than happy with what he sees. Your eyes have gone dark, trying not to throw your head back in pleasure because you want to watch as he slowly has you falling apart around him. 

The feeling of his finger inside you makes you whimper. It’s nice, but it’s nowhere near enough. “Seungmin..please stop teasing,” you beg him. He looks up at you questioningly. “Nu uh baby, I have to get you ready for me,” “I am ready for you, Seungmin, God please-- just fuck me,”

Hearing the absolute desperation in your voice, he decides to grant you mercy, removing his fingers and pulling your legs up a little higher. “You sure?” he asks once more, looking for your consent before you cross a boundary that the two of you will never be able to come back from. You pull him down to you for a kiss, hoping that he can feel all of the emotions you’re pouring into it. “Seungmin, I want you. In every sense of the word. I have never been so sure about something,” you say. With a gentle smile on his lips, he leans back to pull down his sweatpants, cock springing up against his stomach. You feel your heart begin to beat even faster-- as if that was possible-- knowing what was coming.

Seungmin runs the head of his cock in between your folds, something that has you keening with pleasure and excitement. Leaning close to you, he takes your hand in his, and uses his free hand to guide his cock into your entrance. Seungmin lets out a deep groan that mirrors your own, getting lost in the feeling of how tight you feel around him. The stretch stings for just a moment, but is soon replaced with a feeling of absolute euphoria. It’s like Seungmin was made for you; feeling absolutely full once he bottoms out. He stays like that for a moment or two, letting you get adjusted to the feeling as he peppers kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You wiggle your hips just a bit, and Seungmin gets the hint. Slowly pulling out, you moan at the feeling of him inside you. He picks up a steady pace, not too fast but not agonizingly slow. 

The only sounds that can be heard in the room are skin slapping, and your moans mixed with Seungmin’s quieter noises as well. “F-fuck,” he stutters, hips starting to move faster, hitting you harder and looking for your gspot. “S-seungmin dont..d-dont stop,” you say, the knot in your stomach turning white hot as he continued.

Seungmin leans in closer to you, your legs pushed up against your chest and the position has you seeing stars. Feeling your wall clench around him, one of Seungmin’s hands travels down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. His high was approaching too, but he wanted to make sure that you came before he did. “Oh my god,” you breathe out as the knot in your stomach finally snaps, vision going white and the only thing coming from your mouth is Seungmin’s name, repeated like a mantra that you would live by your entire life. Not even seconds later Seungmin’s orgasm comes, triggered by your wall tightening around him. You feel him fill you completely, a soft moan let out as you both finally come down from your highs.

Pulling out and laying back down beside you, Seungmin pulls you close to him once again. “I meant what I said, you know. About wanting you. I do. All of the time,” you quietly say, still a little out of breath and your cheeks flushing pink. Throwing his arm over your waist, he presses a kiss to your cheek. “I know. I want you too, always. Y/N, would you do me the honors and be my actual girlfriend?” He asks, looking you in the eyes. You smile softly, leaning into kiss him once more.

“Absolutely,” you say, right before sleep takes you, the thunderstorm completely forgotten.

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[blossom-hwa]

Paint the Warmth of the Sky - SEUNGMIN

We’re at the end! Thank you to all those who stayed for the ride, and I hope you look forward to the drabble game I’ll be hosting soon!

The title includes a pun on Seungmin’s English name (Sky)!! I’m very proud of myself for this :) dedicated to @wingkkun​ because Mai... this may not be a lot of -in your face- Seungmin hot agenda, but you will find that I was inspired by it. I hope this is a suitable (very late) birthday present :D

(made the last two bingos with this: witches/sweater weather/seasonal coffee, sweater weathe/apple picking/costumes!)

Unbeleafable prompt: sweater weather

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, university!au

Triggers: some cursing, slightly (very slightly) suggestive

Word Count: 1.6k

One morning, you tell Seungmin the reasons for your love.

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Normally, Seungmin’s the first one in the kitchen at the crack of dawn, pattering around with bare feet on the cold floor as he makes a cup of coffee to start the morning. But today, you wake up first, fully wrapped in your boyfriend’s toasty arms.

A small, bleary smile involuntarily lifts the corners of your mouth as you stare at Seungmin’s peaceful face, eyes fluttered shut, his chest rising slightly as he huffs soft breaths between his lips. Your hand rises to softly stroke his hair and he unconsciously shuffles into your touch, leaning into the warmth even though he’s literally radiating heat from his bare chest. Even the necklace sitting around his throat is warm. For a moment, you relax once again, closing your eyes and indulging in the comfort of the bed just a bit longer.

But morning light is already beginning to seep through the edges of the bedroom curtains, so you make the difficult decision to extract your body from Seungmin’s clingy arms. He murmurs a bit in his sleep but thankfully doesn’t wake up as you climb off the mattress, press a quick kiss to his forehead, and slip into the bathroom.

He must’ve been really tired last night, you muse, brushing your teeth. You know he spent a long time at the library, fixing up last errors on his law paper before submitting, and he also had a few classes and a vocal lesson earlier in the day. He didn’t look too drowsy when he got home, but exhaustion has a way of creeping up on its victims and striking when it’s late.

Poking your head back into the bedroom, you see that he’s still fast asleep, cocooned under the warm blankets. It’s so fucking cute.

Well, he doesn’t have much on his schedule today. He can sleep a bit longer.

It isn’t until you’ve started brewing the coffee that you finally hear water running in the bathroom, and you’re getting eggs out of the fridge for breakfast when Seungmin comes stumbling out of the hall, pajama pants still on his legs, chest now covered in a sweater that someone cropped as a prank (was it Jisung? You feel like it was either him or Felix, though your whole friend group is so chaotic that it’s no surprise you don’t remember the culprit). “You left me alone in bed,” he whines.

“Good morning to you too,” you snip cheerfully, putting the eggs on the counter before turning around to hug him. “You seemed tired yesterday, so I thought I’d let you sleep a bit more.”

He just grumbles something about “cold” and “alone” and buries his face in your shoulder, forcing you to take the brunt of his weight. “Oh, shut up.” You pat his head lightly, leaning against the kitchen counter for support. “You’re a warm person. I was almost overheating when I woke up, wrapped in the blankets and burrito-ed with you.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Seungmin whines. “I don’t know why I love you.”

Ah. There it is. That ever-present bubble of fluttering energy that builds in your chest whenever your lovely Minnie says those three blissful words. A wide smile involuntarily spreads across your face as you push him away just enough to press a short kiss to his lips. “It’s because I love you and make you eggs for breakfast,” you reply, pecking him once more before steering him to the small kitchen table. “Now sit there and wait until the eggs are done.”

Even inside the apartment, the chilly fall air sometimes seeps in through minute cracks in the walls. You shiver a bit next to the kitchen window as a sharp little breeze blows through. It’s okay, though, because the next thing you know, warm, sweater-covered arms are sliding around your waist and Seungmin’s placed his chin on your shoulder, necklace digging slightly into your skin.

“I thought I told you to wait at the table,” you scold with no real bite in your voice. If anything, you just cuddle into his warmth, admiring the strength in his arms as he holds you.

“You looked cold,” he mumbles, breath puffing against your neck.

You turn briefly, just enough to press a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you, Minnie.”

Seungmin’s voice, slightly deepened with sleep, sounds like music to your ears. “You’re welcome.”

He hums in your ear, low melodies sending delightful shivers up your neck as he watches you finish the eggs. A few warm minutes later, you’re dishing them onto two plates, handing one over to your boyfriend and taking the other to the table. As Seungmin starts eating, you take a moment just to look at him and appreciate his existence.

The sun has risen enough, now, that its rays stream through the kitchen window and land on Seungmin, sparkling on the thin chain around his neck and almost making him glow. The cropped sweater shows enough of his skin to make your mouth slightly dry, but the sleeves are still long enough that he has sweater paws when he doesn’t have them rolled up his arms (and right now, he doesn’t).

Cute and hot. You grin. The dichotomy is incredible.

“Stop staring at me and eat,” Seungmin says, snapping you out of your reverie. There’s a tinge of pink on his cheeks as his sparkling eyes meet yours, slightly shy and embarrassed and so, so beautiful. “Your eggs are going to get cold.”

“Can’t blame me for appreciating the boyfriend I love so much,” you tease.

To your delight, his flush grows slightly darker and he pouts slightly as you shove food in your mouth. Your pride at flustering him must show, though, because his eyes darken the slightest bit in a way that gets your heart racing. “Oh?” He rests an elbow on the table, putting his chin onto his fist. “What do you appreciate about me, then?”

You swallow, but your eyes burn with love and mischief. “Hm. Maybe it’s how cute you look with your sweaters in cold weather, you know, the sleeves covering your hands.” You flap your own hands to demonstrate and purse your lips as Seungmin grins, mimicking a thinking expression. “Or it’s because you look really good in that cropped one in particular – seriously, I have to thank Felix or Jisung or whoever did it, because the view?” You whistle teasingly, and Seungmin bursts into the loud laughter that always fills your heart. “Ah-maze-ing.”

There are a few moments of laughter that expand through the apartment, filling the air with pleasant joy. “Anything else?” Seungmin asks finally, calming down.

“Fishing for compliments now, aren’t we?” You smirk, resting your chin on your hand. “Well, if I were to sum it up…” You feel your smile muscles relaxing, turning your wide, teasing grin into something smaller but contemplative, soft. “It’d just be your warmth.” His eyes gaze into yours steadily, giving you the courage to continue. “You’re warm, Seungmin. With you, I always feel comfortable. And I always feel loved.”

Seungmin’s smile melts into something so soft, so unbelievably peaceful and happy that even with the fall chill in the air, you feel the same warmth you just spoke of enveloping you in a cozy hug. Then Seungmin comes over and gives you the real thing, pulling you up from the chair and folding you into his arms as you rest your head against his chest.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he murmurs.

You smile into the fabric of his warm, warm sweater. “Yeah, I know.” Leaning back slightly, you gaze into his clear, lovely eyes. “I love you too.”

Sweater paws rise up to your cheeks, Seungmin’s lips pressing against yours smoothly, gently, in a graceful movement practiced over many years of love. You sigh into the kiss, hands sliding up his chest under the sweater, bringing him closer, closer until all you can feel is his body against yours.

It’s pleasant. Lovely. Warm, so warm in a way that doesn’t feel suffocating or heavy, but perfectly balanced so that you feel fuzzy all over, even when you have to break away from Seungmin’s lips to take a breath of air. Twinkling eyes stare into yours, the smile on your boyfriend’s flushed face filled with love, so much love that you didn’t even realize that much could exist. He kisses you again, then again and again, until you’re so dizzy with the bliss of his touch that you can’t think of anything else in the world except Seungmin’s name and how much you love him.

Eventually, though, you pull away, laughing slightly at the pout on Seungmin’s kiss-swollen lips. “Breakfast is definitely cold now,” you note, looking at the rapidly cooling plates left on the table.

“Noooooo,” Seungmin whines, rushing over to his dish and shoveling eggs into his mouth. “This is all your fault.”

“What?” you say incredulously. “My fault?”

“If you hadn’t distracted me with your pretty face, this wouldn’t have happened.” He pouts, a stray bit of egg staining the corner of his lips.

“Hmph.” You lean across the table to wipe it off. “Well, maybe you should learn not to get distracted by –” you motion dramatically to your face – “this beauty right here.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do when you say things like that? Not kiss you?” Seungmin raises an eyebrow. “You would’ve done the same.”

You laugh. “Touché, Minnie. Touché.”

He grins, vindicated. “Can I get another kiss for being right?”

This time, you’re the one who abandons their plate, eyes rolling playfully as you plop yourself onto his lap. And once again, you lose yourself in Seungmin’s touch as lips press against each other in a gentle dance that you know will keep you warm for many years to come. 

[kimistorm]

Taking Flight || Stray Kids x Reader

Part 2 to Airport Security

Your gaze was held rapt as you looked at the plane outside of the huge glass windows. Your eyes looked at the huge piece of machinery that you would be boarding shortly. Below, you could see people wearing bright vests loading the checked-in luggage into the bottom of the plane, and a large pipe probably carrying fuel was being carried away. You felt a presence sit down on the floor next to you and turned to see Felix. “Is it scary?” the words fell from your lips as you looked at the flying sardine can. All of your excitement about flying (and your previous nerves about security) wasn’t enough to mute the fear of flying. You would be trapped, thousands of feet in the air, with the only thing keeping you up a combination of a vacuum and air molecules.

He gave a moment to think about it and you couldn’t help but gaze at his freckles, “unexpected turbulence is the only scary thing.”

“Turbulence?”

Felix nodded, “it’s a very smooth ride. You hardly notice that you’re moving.” He continued in his deep voice that was pretty soothing, “so turbulence is sudden shakes. It’s typically really short, so don’t worry.” He reassured you with a sunshine smile.

You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and saw Hyunjin squat down on the other side, “lift off and landing isn’t scary either. Your ears pop though.” You couldn’t help the incredulous look that you shot him, that didn’t sound reassuring at all. “It’s not painful!” he waved his hands around to try and reassure you. “I brought gum, and that helps with it!” he pulled at his bag and looked around inside it for the aforementioned sweet. He pulled out a slightly battered looking box before pulling out a stick and handing it to you, “here. If you chew it while we take off, it helps with the pressure difference in your ears.”

You nodded as you took the piece of candy and pocketed it, grateful that you’d have the small distraction. “It’s honestly kind of fun.” Felix told you with a smile, “the world looks so cool as it gets smaller and smaller. You get to see the city from a whole new perspective, and the tall skyscrapers, well, compared to everything else they’re still tall, but they become little buildings. Like legos!”

“Are you going to sleep on the plane?” Hyunjin asked the two of you as he played with the neck pillow hanging from his bag.

Felix shrugged, “I think I’ll watch movies. You?” he quirked an eyebrow to the blond who shrugged.

“Maybe, I’m not looking forward to the jet lag, but I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep.” He replied with a shrug of his own.

Felix nodded, “yeah, it’s like,” he quickly dug out his phone, “9am.”

“Okay kids, we’ll be boarding soon,” the three of you looked up at the sound of the manager’s voice and he was waving for everyone to come near him, so the three of you picked yourselves up from the floor and to him.

The boarding process took a while, but you soon found yourself in the window seat with Seungmin next to you and Minho in the aisle seat. Minho originally got the window seat, but he told you to have it once he realized his position, saying ‘it’s your first time on a plane, you should be able to see outside!’ but you knew it was from his fear of heights.

You sat down in the seat, making sure to buckle yourself and pull it tight. You looked around and noticed the safety card tucked into the pocket in front of you, so you picked it up and read through it. Making sure you knew all the safety procedures and how to safely get out in the case of an emergency.

You felt something bump your shoulder and you looked up to see Seungmin grinning at you, you gave him a slightly confused look as you shoulder bumped him back, a bit harder than he had bumped you, which caused him to give Minho a slight bump. Minho was quick to glare at the two of you, shoving his own shoulder into Seungmin and causing a chain reaction down the row. You couldn’t help your laughter as Seungmin was the poor monkey in the middle as the three of you bumped into each other like a crazy game of dominos. “Mercy! Have mercy!” Seungmin cried out as he started to get dizzy from getting bumped around.

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug to keep him from bumping into Minho again, “sorry!” you giggled as you attempted to give him a cuddle even though both of you were seatbelted down. You felt a jolt and almost immediately pressed your face against the window, surprised to see everything moving backward. You let out an excited sound, “we’re moving!” you remembered the piece of gum Hyunjin gave you earlier and fished it out of your pocket to pop into your mouth.

“I want gum,” Seungmin pouted as he saw you eat the candy.

“Hyunjin,” you responded and he tried to look around for said blond. The seats were tall enough that it blocked his view of most people around him, other than a few people across the aisle, and much to his dismay, none of them were Hyunjin.

You continued to watch out the window with rapt attention as the aircraft slowly moved away from the gate. There was the sound of the engines firing up and the large machine started to move forward, away from the building and towards the runway. You could feel your heart jumping with excitement and fear. You were moments away from flying away from the country you’ve been in your entire life.

You looked over to Seungmin who had quieted and let out a surprised sound. “Are you filming me?” you couldn’t help but laugh at Seungmin as you noticed he pointed his phone at you, “why?”

“It’s your first flight!” he told you excitedly, his eyes switching between looking at you and making sure you were in frame.

You felt heat rise up to your face, “you make me sound like a baby.”

Minho seemed to know what was going through your mind as he couldn’t help the small laugh that erupted, “baby’s first flight.”

“Oh shut up!” you wanted to slap Minho on the shoulder, but with Seungmin in the middle seat, you’d have to reach over him. “Seungmin, can you punch Minho for me?”

“Hey!” Minho’s grin morphed into shock as Seungmin gave him a not-so-gentle punch on the shoulder. He immediately retaliated and the two of them got into a little battle of trying to...punch each other? Tickle each other? Though Seungmin wasn’t faring well as one of his hands was preoccupied with the camera. You laughed as you watched the two of them fight, but it didn’t last for long as the two of them got tired and stopped grappling with each other.

You felt the plane come to a halt and you turned your attention out the window. You couldn’t see much other than trees lining the property line of the airport, the asphalt below, and the wing, but you didn’t see any other planes. You turned to look at Seungmin, “what’s happening?”

“Don’t worry,” Seungmin smiled, his attention still half focused on the camera that he had oriented back to you, “we’re probably waiting for another plane to take off.” You nodded in understanding and covered your face in embarrassment. You really were naive about this whole situation. “Aww, why are you shy?”

“I’m embarrassed.” You honestly replied as you peeked past your fingers to look at Seungmin and Minho, seeing as the latter was watching the two of you curiously.

“Why?”

You let out a nervous laugh, “it feels silly that an adult is getting all excited and curious about a plane ride like this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Minho gave you a reassuring smile, “it’s cute.” That caused you to flush even more.

“It’s your first time!” Seungmin nodded in agreeance, “there’s nothing wrong with being excited and curious!”

“Besides,” Minho drawled and leaned onto Seungmin, “being responsible is boring.” He poked at Seungmin’s cheek, “you’ll become boring like him.”

“Hey!” you started to laugh, but the sudden roaring of engines and you getting pushed into the back of your chair cut off your joy as you grabbed onto Seungmin’s hand in fear. You watched out the window as the world outside turned into a blur. The plane shook around and the cracks in the runway caused the plane to bump around quickly as it took less and less time to pass a square of concrete. You could hear the creaks of the bins above and felt yourself get even more nervous. That didn’t sound reassuring. You chewed at your gum nervously as the plane tilted up, but your eyes were still glued on the world outside. The jostling of the plane and the hum of the wheels on asphalt faded into silence as the only sound became the whine of the engines as the ground grew further and further away as you rose into the blue sky. Quickly, the airport became small and you watched as the city beyond came into view. Cars on the highways turned into specks, and the blocks and blocks of buildings turned into a puzzle of little squares.

The sky was clear as you rose up, and you saw the ocean come into view. You watched the texture of the water, it wasn’t smooth, but you couldn’t tell it was waves that were causing the mottled appearance. You still felt like you were being pushed into your seat, but the plane had definitely calmed down. Now that the only sound was the engine and the movement was smooth (like Felix had said), it was less anxiety inducing. Yes, it was a little scary to look down at how far above you were, but the seatbelt across your lap and Seungmin’s hand helped you feel safe.

It wasn’t long until the city had disappeared from your view and the plane was traveling over dark blue ocean and clear blue sky. Tiny specks in the water looked to be boats, but it was impossible to tell. There was a soft ring, and you saw the seatbelt light turn off. “So?” Seungmin was watching you with a light in his eyes as he asked what were your thoughts about takeoff.

You smiled at him, “not as scary as I thought it would be. It’s pretty cool actually!”

Seungmin nodded excitedly, “I love plane rides, it’s really exciting to fly, and most of the time everything’s calm since the process works so well. Plus, airports are just the coolest buildings ever.” You smiled and nodded in agreeance. You weren’t sure if you’d feel the same way if you were flying alone, but being with Stray Kids always put you at ease, and having them around definitely helped reassure you.

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[lixiefe]

Can’t Touch - k.sm

Chapter Fifteen: It All Solves With You

Words: 1.9k

Warning: ..none.

You were hurt- as much as you didn’t want to admit. It felt like the past teenage depression stage, where you’d weep over things you weren’t supposed to, and overthink yourself to sleep. You believed that you’d taken it a bit more seriously, but no matter how many theories you made yourself believe, you couldn’t ignore the pinching hurt every time your husband came to your mind.

So you decided that you needed a small break. The best place to relieve some stress was the embrace of your mother with her heavenly tea by the side-table, and the comforts of your baggy old clothes. It was exactly what you needed and exactly what you’d wanted. Even the thought of such luxury was tempting.

I mean, what was luxury even?

So that’s what you’d done, snuggling into your mother and procrastinating. No university, no nothing, since it was the weekend and you’d taken a sick leave from your jobs. But what you’d not done was, notifying your worrying husband, intentionally.

The hurt from yesterday turned into a mocking vengeance and all you wanted was for your husband to suffer. You wanted him to regret spewing such words to you, and regret it terribly. You wanted to go buzzfeed unsolved on him for as long as possible. So, you didn’t let him know your location at all. You didn’t want to see him, after all that he’d said.

But you wouldn’t think that if you’d knew what his condition would be after a single day.

After finally gaining the mental and physical courage to kiss you of his own accord, finding no trace of you the second day was devastating for Seungmin. Willingly touching you seemed like an unmatchable success, beyond any accomplishment which even his recent cause of fame couldn’t top. But suddenly, you were gone.

The first thing that occurred to his mind was his formidable mistake of the previous day. He’d repeated all those horrendous words he said to you over and over to himself and continued to bitterly beat himself up for it. But that didn’t help. He’d tried to think about all the possibilities of your absence, positive ones. Maybe you went out with your friends, or maybe you were busy for something- you could do anything. But no. He waited further past your usual bedtime drowning himself in worry and rehearsing his many apologies for the hundredth time. But who was he going to apologize to? You didn’t return.

As the next day came, Seungmin woke up just before sunrise and jolted out of the living room in categorical hurry, earnestly hoping that he’d find you in your room all snuggled up and far into deep slumber. But you weren’t there. Guilt tripped him like chains dragging at his inordinate limbs, constraining him until he was on the very verge of breakdown.

He couldn’t eat or rest, all that he pondered about was you and your unknown whereabouts. He’d had a hunch that you were in your own home; where else could you go? Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to fetch you back- if you were there, he couldn’t face you with the guilt trapping him.

You must not want to see him.

Later that day, even Han didn’t need to strain his stupid guesses to know Seungmin was distressed for you. The first thing Seungmin heard from his shorter friend was, “What did you do?” with hard eyes and serious charade. It was all it took for Seungmin to break out of his rather thin façade and splutter in broken sentences; apologies. But what could Han do? He wasn’t the one who deserved the tousled apologies. It was his wife, who he couldn’t reach. And after a worthwhile, Han saw his friend indirectly begging him. Seungmin wanted his wife back- as soon as possible, only to see her and convey his apologies, after that she could go back to her mother. At least he’d know.

But now he didn’t know. And for all he knew, you could get kidnapped, abducted; considering his fame. All the other negative possibilities crowded his brain, and he found himself unable to sleep that night. The clutches of insomnia and his overthinking trait restricted him any potential peace. But he didn’t really mind the torture- he’d thought he deserved it after all those he’d said.

God, he was emotionally dying.

To think something like this will affect him so much, was the last of his thoughts.

Han had kept a regular contact with you after the day you disappeared. He knew you were relaxing in your cozy home, munching onto sebaceous Doritos as you re-watched your favorite drama series. He could go and tell his friend that you were more than fine and had automatically forgiven his impulsive actions. But you forbade him, very strictly. However, Jisung being himself needed double warnings from you to confirm his plans of doable betrayal, which came almost two days later. Jisung vaguely told his friend that you were, indeed, in your own home and staying fine enough. He also remembered to plead you to come back, so that both he and your husband could have some peace.

“Why should I?” you asked through the cellphone.

“You can take a break but please don’t be too long.” Jisung replied, tone desperate in contrast to his joking nature. Something was up- that you knew. Maybe he was worried about Seungmin. But didn’t your husband say he didn’t care?

“Did Seungmin put you up to this?” you asked, a sudden bit of guilt sparking in the midst of your quick words. You’d thought he wouldn’t really notice your absence- since he didn’t care, but you meant enough for Jisung to be asking you back. It touched you, somehow, that your husband was worried for you.

He probably did care.

“He did and he didn’t. Trust me when I say this Y/N, he’s been awful. He’s mentally vulnerable, you know. He spent thirty minutes saying how he fucked up and how guilty he felt. He thinks he deserved all that pain. I’m worried, Y/N”

It was unexpected for you. Even though Seungmin was his own brutal critic, you’d never have thought that he’d have destructive mindset. It wasn’t right, awful wasn’t right. Suddenly, you were the one feeling remorse for your reckless decisions. It was a slip of tongue, right? There was a fat chance he’d not meant most of it, if not anything at all.

You mean, he was the perfect husband. 

And the next day, you were back.

Except, nobody knew that. 

Seungmin was just stepping onto the carpets of his penthouse with blood-shot droopy eyes and faltering steps. He’d drunk very little water since morning and his aching head was undeniably getting to him. His skin looked paler and his hair wasn’t as nicely organized as it usually was, so was his tie. He didn’t even see you as he got in, sluggishly dropping his bag on the floor. Then, he rested his head on the surface of the door, hand reaching up to tug at his hair to sooth the pain of his head.

The sight broke your heart.

Although his poor condition was caused by lack of nutrition and water, it was partly your fault too. It wouldn’t have led to this if you didn’t take hasty and vengeful decisions, if you had just confronted him like a civil woman- if you told him you forgave him.

“Seungmin-ssi?”

Seungmin’s head snapped up, quickly turning around to face you, eyes widening in astonishment. 

I missed you, but did you miss me?

He felt relief absorb the restless feeling of his heart, in depth. You were finally here, right in front of his eyes. All he wanted to do at the moment was to wrap his arms around you and hold you so tight until you couldn’t breathe. He wanted to whisper apologies into your ear, thread his hands through your hair and kiss the side of your neck.

He rushed towards you in impulsive nerves, attempting to pull you into his chest; but halted abruptly the next second. He couldn’t do this, after all. Even if he managed to kiss your forehead in your sleep, it felt so much complex to touch- embrace you in awaken state. The mere paranoia of it pulled him back.

It was visible how the situational expectations of your face turned into disappointment for a split second. But you didn’t let it show for long. Without further ado, you stepped closer to him, hands hovering far above his cheeks as you eyed his face with concern painted on your face. He found himself sighing in relief as he met your shiny eyes and furrowed brows.

“Oh my god. Seungmin, what happened to you?” You asked, looking into his eyes. But Seungmin wasn’t there, he was focused on your bright face and melodious voice that he was already in his own little universe. Your voice was  relieving, very pleasant to hear; it washed away all the tensions, all the remaining conflicts. You yelled his name again, jolting him aback into ongoing phase of reality.

“Oh, I.. uh..” Seungmin stuttered, trying to think of any excuses that could justify for himself. “I didn’t really drink much due to work stress.” He decided upon telling the truth, half-truth. It was clear that it wan’t just that, there was more to it, more to him. But he didn’t want to burden you into thinking you were the one at fault while it was him. It had been him. The worry-lines of your face faded away at his answer, but the frown remained.

“You look very famished. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Seungmin wanted to tell you that there was no pain when you were here. All of his stress dissipated into thin air as soon as he saw your set of shimmering eyes in the lights of the living room. He was okay, as long as you were here. But he could only manage a little nod and an assuring smile for you.

“I cooked for you. Please freshen up and come here, okay?” you asked, worry dripping on your every pronunciation. Your husband nodded, giving you a convincing prim smile. Seungmin’s stomach fluttered with that funny, jittery feeling, again. Both at your smile and your blithe eyes. and another commence of a strange anticipation in his heart, restless to spend quality time with you. After almost a week.

“Just-” he began and you stopped yourself from heading to the kitchen. “I wanted to say that I am extremely sorry for saying what I did. It wasn’t me...who was speaking. Will you forgive me?”

You chuckled at him, teeth showing in your wide smile. “I forgave you long ago. I overreacted, I am sorry.” You said, running away to the kitchen right after.

To say Seungmin was relieved of his heavy guilt, was an absolute understatement. He was suddenly so happy and beaming with all the energy of the world. After many days, he was again eating with you, invested into your little conversations and your cheerful smile. He was smiling with his eyes crinkled and deep chuckle resonating through the house. The scrumptious smell of fresh cooked food, hearty laughter and your jovial presence was what brought him back to life.

It all suddenly solved with you.

And again that night, he dared to place a quick kiss on your forehead- this time slightly moist- as he took in your beauty that he so missed. He couldn’t help the small smile that seemed to be glued to his lips, never-wavering and never-lessening. Seungmin knew the funny feeling; knew that he felt a lot more than just care. And he caressed your cheeks for longer than he’d wanted.

‘Just this once’ he thought.

During the night, the navy hue of the skies and the crickets of the bushes knew just how long your husband stayed by your side. And he looked at the fading moon far up in the sky. Etheral, he’d say; so calm with its undeceiving sincerity. It was foolish that he realizes now that the moon is so so beautiful.

My love,

All I want is to be your moon

And show you all the little stars of my heart.

That surrounded your presence and worshipped you

For you were greatest beauty they’d seen.

{Instead of saying the words ‘I love you’ itself, Soseki Natsume said that the moon was beautiful}

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Twisted Karnival - Chapter 6

Stray Kids x Reader

Horror/Thriller/Drama

Twisted Circus!AU

A/N: Ya’ll love this series so much, it means the world to us. Sorry it took so long to post, depression hit the both of us like a truck. But we good now. Happy New year everyone! ~Liz

Warnings: Yandere-ish themes. Mentions of seduction, blood, cuts, soul stealing and kidnapping. Possibly more in the future. We also write for 0t9, so Woojin is going to be in this series.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and in no way represents the idols of Stray kids or JYP.

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"Got you."

Your eyes dart to the side to see Hyunjin's face right next to yours. With his hand around your throat and his other arm around your waist, he lets out a loud cackle. You struggle against the boy's grip, but it's no use.

"Ah ah ah, my little doll. You're not going anywhere."

Seungmin's smirk turns into a scowl. "Damnit, I was hoping to keep her for myself as my greatest experiment." He glares at Hyunjin and Jisung, mumbling. "Why do you have to ruin our alone time together?"

Jisung steps towards Seungmin and flicks him in the forehead. "You know why she's here and what we need her for. You can't keep her all to yourself, that's not fair." His gaze lands on you, taking his lip in between his teeth. "Because if that were the case, I'd have done that myself." His eyes linger on you for an uncomfortable amount of time before snapping back to Seungmin. "Besides, Chan would kill you if you did anything without his permission."

"Can we hurry this up, guys? Our little doll is getting more and more impatient." Hyunjin growls at them, holding onto you as you attempt to squirm out of his hold.

Jisung rolls his eyes and looks around Seungmin's workshop until he sees something. A chuckle leaves his lips as he grabs a long piece of rope and brings it over to a struggling you. "Grab her hands and bring them together."

Hyunjin lets go of your throat and grabs one of your wrists, his other arm leaving your waist and catching the other one in his hand before you have the chance to swing at him.

"Let me GO you psychos!"

Hyunjin chuckles lowly and grips your wrists hard enough for you to whimper. "Ah, sticks and stones, my doll."

Jisung takes the rope and double knots it around your wrists, so you couldn't move them. Him and Hyunjin each take a part of the rope and tug on it, jerking you backward. You yell out in surprise and in pain.

"I'd advise you to willingly walk with us back to Chan," Jisung growls, his head tilted. "Or we will drag you instead. Either way, you're coming back with us." 

You stared blankly into Jisung’s glowing eyes, swallowing the tightened knot in your throat. Your eyes leered around the small area, praying there was some way of escape. Hyunjin smirked heavily noticing your wandering gaze.

"Whatcha looking at, doll? Don't even think about trying to run again. It won't end well for you." Hyunjin tugged against the tight rope binds over your wrists causing you to yell out in pain. Jisung cringed slightly, taking in a giant exhale.

"Oh god I love it when you scream. Do it again." Jisung pulled on his half of the rope, tightening the knot further as you threw your head forward, screaming louder. 

"That's more like it." Jisung rolled his tongue over his lips as he looked back to Hyunjin. “Let’s get going, I’m sure the boss is waiting for us.”  Jisung tugged against the extra rope. Hyunjin and Seungmin nodded their heads in response. 

You struggled left and right, praying there was some way the ropes would loosen. You screamed out, voice echoing through the empty halls as Seungmin happily bounced forward. 

“There’s no point in screaming girlie, you’re all alone.” Seungmin cackled lightly as his head tilted towards the side. You hummed lowly, swiftly sliding your leg beneath him, causing Seungmin’s body to hit the ground. Hyunjin growled darkly, quickly snatching you up by your neck. You panted heavily and gasp for any small amount of air you could. Jisung clicked his tongue as he dropped the small lead of rope.

“Tsk tsk. To think you couldn’t behave for a few minutes. Guess we don’t have any other choice." Jisung looked to Seungmin who’s eyes were glowing brightly. Seungmin bared his teeth, quickly snatching a lead of chain from a table behind him. Hyunjin pinned you to the ground by your neck as Seungmin quickly wrapped the chains around your ankles. 

You screamed out in pain as Seungmin pulled against the chains just before snapping a lock to the middle. You shook your head away from Hyunjin’s clutches as the searing pain throbbed in your ankles. You rolled slightly, wincing against the ground.

Jisung folded his arms over shaking his head. “If you would have just listened princess, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Seungmin’s eyes slowly fell to a dim shade of purple as he spit a trickle of blood to the side. You took a few heavy breaths, slowly trying to move your leg. The chains grind against the bone beneath your skin, causing you to break. The men watched you squirm, finding much amusement to your pain. 

“Come on, she shouldn’t be much more trouble now.” Hyunjin snapped, tossing Jisung the rope. Jisung glared slightly, turning back to see tears welling up in your eyes. He smirked evilly, pulling against the rope as your limp body drug along the sand. Seungmin proceeded to rub his jaw, eyes locked on you. 

As you fell limp under the immense pain, you found yourself staring into the darkened skies of the night. It seemed so peaceful for a moment before Hyunjin jerked on the rope, reminding you that your current situation is everything but. The men continued to drag you along the circus grounds, sliding you past the last few remaining attractions just before reaching their destination. As Jisung finally came to a stop, you tried to slowly twist your body once more.

“What took you so long?” Chan snapped as soon as you were pulled through the big top.

Jisung pulled against the rope attached to your wrists as he clicked his tongue.  “Well, we would have been here sooner, but someone decided to try and fight back.” Seungmin growled lowly rubbing his jaw once more. Chan’s brow raised. 

“What? Did she clock you in the jaw or something?” Chan scoffed at Seungmin's obvious pain and noticing your bound up body. “No, she side swiped me off my feet.” Seungmin growled, balling up his fists. Chan snickered lightly as he slowly approached you. He knelt in front of you, the back of his hand gently grazing the side of your face. “Would her act of bravery be the reason she’s currently bruising beneath those chains?” The men grew silent as Jisung quickly released the rope from his hand. Chan shoots an icy glare at the three men. “You were NOT to harm her. Your orders were to capture her, and bring her back here. You could have broken her ankle with this ridiculous stunt.” Hyunjin and Seungmin gulped lightly as they stood quietly. Chan brushed his hand against your cheek once more. You jerked your head away trying to stand what ground you had left.

Chan snickered once more, standing to his feet. “Jisung, put her in the center of the circle." He kicked the lock that held the chains binding your legs together. "And take these ridiculous things off. We need her free of these binds."

Jisung spared no time, quickly grabbing you up from the ground and tossing you to the middle of a forming circle. He released you from your binds and sent you a glare. "Don't try to run away. You wouldn't be able to escape all 9 of us." He recedes back into the circle next to Hyunjun and Seungmin.

Minho slowly stepped forward alongside Felix, Jeongin, Changbin, and Woojin. You watched as they all stepped closer, forming a large circle around you. Chan turns to Jeongin.“Jeongin, you’re the last to attach to her.”

Jeongin nodded his head as he stepped forward. You jerked quickly, wincing from the unbearable pain. Jeongin smirked lightly, his eyes glowing blue while dragging the back side of his hand along the side of your arm, sending one last giant shiver rolling down your spine.

“W-what was that…? Why has that happened every time each of you touch me?” You pleaded for answered, watching all the men standing staring heavily at you. 

Changbin chuckles, flames bursting out of his hands as he cracks his knuckles. "That, my dear, is us attaching ourselves to you."

Your brows furrow. "A-at...attaching?"

Jeongin licks his lips. "When we attach ourselves to you, we suddenly have the ability to control you in some way."

You suddenly feel your arms raise on either side of you, lifting you off the floor. You scream, wide eyed. "What's going on?! What are you doing to me?!"

Chan clicks his tongue and suddenly, the lights grow dim. A blue glow illuminates around you and that's when you notice the strands of light are sticking to you. Two attached to each arm, two attached to each leg and one attached to your neck. You look around wildly to see each strand of light has attached themselves to each individual carnival boy's hands. Your brain starts to move quickly, putting two and two together.

"That's what you meant. You attached...puppet strings to me!" Your body trembles. "That's what the shivers where whenever you touched me. Y-you were making me your puppet."

Chan cackles loudly, his string being the one attached to your neck. He saunters out of the circle and over to you. "That's right, my little puppet. These strings allow us to not only control you…" Chan's eyes flash a deep shade of red, the whites of his eyes turning black "...but turn you into one of us."

A stutter leaves your lips, trying to pull at the puppet strings. "Y-You're demons!"

You hear a laugh resonate from your left as you turn your head to see a sly grin on Felix's face. "Well, that took you long enough to figure out."

Woojin rolls his eyes, his tongue swiping over his lips. "Enough talking, let's finish this before it's too late."

Chan nods in agreement. He suddenly raises a hand, his fingernails having turned dangerously sharp. He takes a nail and drags it up your arm, causing the skin to open and blood to protrude. You scream in agony as he continues this procedure on the other arm, both legs and lastly, across your neck. Blood starts to flow into the puppet strings, causing them to turn red.

As your blood is being transferred to each boy, your body seizes for a moment until it stops suddenly. The puppet strings fade from blood red to a light, crystal blue. The air is quiet for a moment when Chan approaches you once more. He tucks a finger under your chin and lifts up your face, caressing you gently. His voice is soft.

"My little puppet, are you okay?"

You hear the faint voice of Chan grow louder until it fills your ears like a beautiful melody. A twisted grin appears on your face, psychotic laughter leaving your lips.

"Yes, Master Chan. I am perfectly fine."

[dayawantstosleep]

Goo Goo Eyes

Summary: "Making goo goo eyes at Chan again?"

Genre: howarts au; enemies to lovers au; fluff; angst

Word Count: 3,376

Warnings: swear words

I got discharged at exactly 3 in the evening, just in time for Quidditch practice. Even thought Minho was going to give me shit for it. I headed to the Quidditch pitch with a skip in my step, feeling giddy from my talk with Chan yesterday.

"Hey guys!" I yelled. Minho and Changbin turned to me, annoyed expressions on their faces.

"What are you doing here? You should be resting." Minho said and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I already rested for twenty four hours. I feel like I could run a marathon now." I swung my arms back and forth.

"Sit down. You're useless to me in this state." Changbin said and I sat next to Minho.

Chan's words from yesterday echoed on my mind. Chan just wanted to be funny right? As a form of distraction from the pain. Yeah, that must be it.

"Line up, guys! Give it everything you've got. I will keep all of you until dinner if you slack off!" Changbin yelled.

I turned to Minho, who was staring at the pitch, specifically at a certain Slytherin with big brown eyes and a cute smile.

"So, what did you two do yesterday?" I wiggled my eyebrows and he clicked his tongue, turning away from me.

"Us who?" I rolled my eyes because of course Minho would be in denial.

"Han and you. Duh."

"We talked about Quidditch when you were playing. I want to take things slow. If he likes me, great. If he doesn't like me, that's great too." I put an arm around his shoulders.

"Why wouldn't he like you? You're a great guy. I find both of you adorable."

"Thanks."

"Have you confessed yet?" He shook his head.

"No. I haven't told him yet, but I might soon. Speaking of which, what about you and Chan?" I instantly smiled

"Nothing much. He saw me at the infermary and we started talking."

"Did something happen?" I shrugged.

"Not really. He gave me a rose though." Why am I lying? What the hell? A sense of dread filled my stomach.

"He gave you a rose and nothing happened?" I shook my head.

Ok, something is wrong with me. What exactly did Madam Pompfy give me?

Out of the corner of my eye, Changbin  faced the front. I had a feeling he heard every word though. Why did I suddenly feel nervous?

"Nope." I turned to the Quidditch pitch and gasped. The players crowded around someone sitting on the floor. Han.

"Han's hurt." I ran to the Quidditch pitch, and pushed my way towards the Slytherin Chaser. Minha was in front of him, looking angry. His nose was bruised.

"What happened?" I asked.

"That's none of your business Mudblood!" Minha yelled. I took a few deep breaths. And here I was having a good day. She won't ruin it.

"Cut it out Minha!" Changbin growled and she chuckled bitterly.

"Han?" I turned to the boy with tears brimming his eyes.

"She was talking bad about you and when I defended you, she punched me." Good day be damned. I turned to Minha.

"If you want to talk bad about me, do it to my face. You have no right punching a player."

"And you have no right hanging out with us." So that's what this is about.

"You don't get to decide that, I do." I growled.

"It's for your precious Chan, isn't it?" I crossed my arms.

"So what if it is?" She gritted her teeth and inched closer to me.

"He won't even like a dirty Mudblood like you." I ran a hand through my hair and turned to a teary eyed Han.

"Get out of here, Minha. You're suspended." Changbin growled. I could tell he was containing his anger.

Minha huffed and walked away. I grabbed Han's arm and pulled him up.

"Let's go on an adventure. To the infermary." I pointed in the direction of the castle and Han let out a weak laugh.

"I'll help." Minho stated and I smirked. Just like yesterday.

"Great." I pulled Han off me and handed him to Minho with a wink.

"Where are you going?"

"To practice." I ran to the castle and headed to my common room.

I changed into my Quidditch uniform and ran to the pitch again. But, the only person there was Changbin.

"You're cancelling practice?" Changbin turned to me and grunted.

A scowl was on his face as he packed up his things. His arms were barely hidden underneath his black shirt and I felt my cheeks flush.

"The stands are gonna run away if you keep standing there." I turned around to see Changbin already on the Quidditch pitch. Did I zone out that bad?

I rushed towards him and walked behind him. Since when did he work out? Had he always looked like that?

What type of shit did Madam Pompfy give me?

"I can feel your eyes burning a hole through my head. Cut it out." He turned to me, his  piercing gaze aimed at me.

My shoes were suddenly the most interesting thing ever. His eyes are pretty. I clutched my book bag and rushed out of the Quidditch pitch.

"What's wrong?" Seungmin asked as soon as I saw down at the Raveclaw table.

"What do you mean?" Minho turned to me, an 'are you kidding' look on his face.

"You've been staring at the Slytherin table for the past three minutes." I turned to Minho for any sign he was lying. He was not.

I turn to the Slytherin table, seeing Chan talking with Han and Changbin. Changbin nudged Chan and both of them turned to me. I looked at my food, picking at a piece of chicken.

"She's blushing." Seungmin sing songed. I turned to him and hit his arm.

"Shut up. I'm just amazed by Chan's beauty." I'm going on a date with Chan in a few hours but why don't I feel as excited as I could be.

"Yeah, sure." I furrowed my eyebrows at Minho.

"You're starting to like a certain Slytherin." I chuckle.

"Don't be ridiculous. Han and you have a thing going on. I won't get in the middle." I took a bite of my chicken.

"No, you idiot. I meant Changbin." My eyes flew a few feet away, to the Slytherin table again.

"That's crazy. I have a date with Chan." I said as soon as I finished my chicken.

"What?" Minho yelled. I hit the back of his head and he glanced at me apologetically.

"Do you want everyone to hear?"

"It makes sense now." He continued.

"You said Chan gave you a rose. But you wanted to spare Changbin's feelings. You're whipped."

"Did I miss something? I feel attacked."

"You're just in denial." Seungmin added.

"I can't with you two. I'm out." I stood up and walked towards the hallway. They are wrong. How can I like the person I don't get along with?

I bumped into someone and I was about to say sorry when I looked up.

"You should stop making goo goo eyes at Chan and watch where you're going." Changbin scolded me. He seemed mad.

I wonder if I can do anything to make his anger disappear. What am I even thinking? I cleared my throut.

"You should stop watching me make goo goo eyes at Chan and move." I stepped to the side and he blocked my path.

"You gonna tell him?"

"Why is everyone interested in my love life?" I hid my head on my hands.

"You wish. Not everything revolves around you." Something in me broke.

Is that what he really thought of me? Was Chan playing with me when he said this asshole liked me? He must be lying. Chan said he could barely approach me yesterday, what does he get out of that lie?

"What, you're gonna cry? Go run to Chan then." I raised an eyebrow.

"Move." I growled and pushed past him. Damn him for being an ass. And damn Chan for telling me he liked me.

I ran to the Astronomy tower and stopped, feeling winded. I must be the biggest idiot to actually care what Seo Changbin thinks. I need to focus on school work, not boys.

I leaned my arms on the rails overlooking the courtyard and sighed. Why do I even care what a guy thinks?

"Aria?" I turned to see Chan walking towards me.

"Hm?" He smiled birghtly at me and my mood brightened.

"Are you ok?" He held my shoulders and I shook my head.

"Yeah. I was just-"

"I can tell you're lying." I shugged

"I've tried to work on my Transfig homework but it's hard. I'm going crazy thinking about it."

"I could ask Han to help. He's really good at that."

"That would be great. So, what are you doing up here?"

"I was wondering where you were so I asked Minho. He said something about being whipped, whatever that means." I roleld my eyes and shook my head.

"Nevermind that. When are you free?"

"In a few hours. Wanna go see Han?"

"Sure. Let's go." I grabbed his hand and rushed out of the tower.

"Han!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as soon as we got to the Slytherin Common Room.

A couple students were sitting on tables doing homework. Others were playing games.

"Changbin, where's Han?" Chan asked the Slytherin sitting on a table.

"How the hell shoud I know? I'm not his dad." He grumbled.

Damn, he looked like a daddy right now. A golden chain was around his neck, his hair was wet, and a black sweater complemented his figure. Black jeans tied everything together. I felt my heart picking up. Something is definitely up with me.

I averted my gaze to see Han coming down the staircase, as if he was late for something. A white buttoned up shirt was halfway across his body and I let out a strangled cry at his half nakedness.

I turned around, feeling myself blush. What do they feed these guys? First Changbin now Han?

"What is- oh shoot! Aria!" I heard shuffling and I hid my face in my hands.

"I'm decent." Han said and I turned back around.

"H-hi. Uh, I just wanted- I was wondering if you could-can you do me a solid and-"

"She needs help with Transfigurations." Chan said, putting an arm around my shoulder. I mentally thanked him.

"Yeah. Transfig is kicking my ass right now. Chan said you were good at is so."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, Aria." He smiled and I felt myself unable to speak. I nodded and suddenly felt the room temperatura rising.

"Is it hot it here?" I pulled the collar of my shirt.

"Nope. That's just you." Han said before laughing.

"Ah. Do you want to start now?" He nodded and I set down my bookbag on a nearby table. I took out my homework and sat down.

"Sure." He took a seat next to me and I opened my textbook.

"The mathematical formula is hard, I don't understand it whatsoever."

"Ravenclaws are supposed to be smart." Changbin quipped behind Han. I scoffed.

"No one asked your opinion." I turned to my textbook and felt my head start to hurt. I laid my head down on the table and hugged my head.

"I give up. My head's hurting. Just let me fail the class."

"Can't do that, love." Chan said behind me. My heart fluttered and I groaned.

"I'll be satisfied with a B minus." I closed my textbook and crossed my arms in front of me.

"You asked for my help, and you're gonna get it." Han said with a smile. I groaned and laid my head on my cheek.

"Curse you Chan for letting you rope me into this." I teased and he put a hand on my shoulder.

"You can curse me all you want on our date." I chuckled and opened my textbook again.

"Whatever." I said with a sigh.

"Soobin, when you kick off the broom try to mantain your balance." Changbin yelled and the first year nodded.

"Got it." He said softly and levitated. The young Gryffindor flew around, seemingly carefree.

I turned to Changbin, who just stood there watching the field. There must be little signs he likes me right? But then again, he was never the one to openly confess.

"So, when's the wedding?" I snapped out of my thoughts at his question. He glowered at me, and I clicked my tongue.

"Whose wedding?"

"Yours and Chan's." He said. He looked everywhere but at me. Was he sad? Was this the sign I was looking for?

I burst into a fit of laughter and clutched my stomach. Me in a white wedding dress would be hilarious.

"That's really funny. Chan and I?" I laughed again.

"Yeah, you're right. Who would ever date you?" He sneered and I laughed nervously. I remembered his words earlier.

Not everything revoves around you.

Why do I even care what he says? It's not like I even like him. I have a date with Chan, something I've been wanting for a long time.

"Chan would date me." I crossed my arms and watched Han flying around the pitch.

I leaned against the stands, as I watched Han. His nose was better, no blood was coming out and he only had a small band-aid on him.

I was sure Minho gave it to him, he might be cold but he has a sweet side.

"Why are you smiling? You look ugly." I scoffed and turned to a smirking Changbin.

"That's none of your business. I won't be watching practice tomorrow."

"Why?"

"I have a date with Chan."

"He was supposed to be studying for his OWL's. We have a game against Gryffindor on Friday, you can't miss Thursday."

"Says who? I want to spend my free time with Chan, not get stuck with you. It'll just be for an hour or two, although it's really none of your business."

"Then you won't mind spending your little date here, while he's studying."

"What the hell is wrong with you? You're not his dad and you're certaintly not mine. So quit whatever this overbearing crap is and just give me the day off."

"No." He said dangerously low.

"No? You'd rather spend an hour with me watching practice instead of being happy I won't bug you for the day?"

"Don't flatter yourself. Chan could do much better than you. I'm just looking out for him." A wave of sadness washed over me and I turned away from him.

"Maybe you should go out with him then." I retorted, crossing my arms.

"I'm not gay." He scoffed.

"Really? Why haven't you dated then? The girls probably don't want your ugly ass."

"Like you're one to talk."

"At least I have a date." I said, turning back to the pitch. That's when I saw Minha storm towards the field.

"What's she doing? She can watch practice right?" I asked Changbin, who nodded.

"She's in uniform." He said, walking to the field. I walked followed him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"What's it to you?" She growled. My blood turned cold and I clenched my fists.

"Watch who you're talking to." I said, walking closer to her. She raised her upper lip in a snarl.

Don't make a scene, Aria. You need to be good.

"I'm talking to a blood traitor, whose getting chummy with the co-captains."

I recited my mantra mentally over and over again, watching the students shocked and nervous expressions. I can't freak out now.

"I'm not chummy with anyone. And if you call me Mudblood one more time, I will destroy you." I growled dangerously low.

She smiled fakely and crossed her arms, patronising me. Slytherin fits her like a glove with that additude.

"Mudblood." She said, stressing over every syllable. Anger began boiling inside me and in seconds, my right fist collided with her cheek.

"Aria!" Changbin yelled from behind me along with a few shocked gasps from the other players. Minha clutched her cheek and glared at me dangerously.

"What the fuck do you want?" She sneered at me, a small bruise already forming on her cheek.

"I came to fight my way out of my suspension." I scoffed and crossed my arms. My right hand started stinging as she looked down, spitting next to my feet.

I turned to it and gritted my teeth, clenching my fists tightly. I turned back to her and tried centering myself.

"Do you think a blood-traitor intimidates me?" She took out her wand from her robes and aimed it at me. I cocked my arm back and faintly heard Changbin yell out my name before my fist collided with a face.

"You idiot!" I yelled as Changbin grabbed his cheek, a pained expression on his face.

"It's funny you still think you're one of us." Minha snarled, ignoring Changbin in front of her.

"All I want is for you guys not to tear each other apart. I don't understand why you have to be difficult."

"I don't want you here." She growled again. That stupid smirk is just begging to be punched off her face.

I leaned forward but someone grabbed my arm.

"Don't make a mess." Changbin growled. I turned to him defiantly.

"Don't get in this." He sighed, his grip on me loosened.

"Minha, leave now. While you still can." I said.

"And you're going to make me?" I glowered at her but Changbin grabbed my waist.

"You have five seconds to leave before I get out of Changbin's grasp, snake." I yelled. By now, the students were just looking at us. Minha scoffed.

"You better hold onto her then, Binnie." She winked at him and that's when I lost my shit. I flailed my arms, fighting against his death grip.

"Fuck, Changbin. What do they feed you? Let me go, goddamn it." I shouted more curse words at the strong Slytherin, who wouldn't even budge.

"No. Leave her be. If she tries anything, I'll tell the headmaster." Changbin said with an usually gentle voice. He turned to Han, still holding me mind you.

"Han, you're the captian today. I have my hands full." The brunette smirked at us, the kind that made it seem like he knew something we didn't.

"I'm sure you do. Are you a screamer, Aria?" Han turned to me, a certain glint in his eyes.

"What?" I asked, confused at his weird question.

"Nah, you look more like a begger. Isn't that your kink, Changbin hyung?" He let out a laugh. I suddenly realized what he meant and a blush started to form on my cheeks.

"You little fucker!" I shrieked, thrashing wildly. Changbin's grip on my tightened as he lifted me off the ground.

"Have fun you two. You know where the condoms are." He shouted and I cursed some more.

"They're in the drawer next to my bed." He whispered and I yelled profanities as Changbin began walking towards the castle.

"How fucking dare he? Is he blind? Insinuating we'll fuck. I'll make him blind once I'm done with him." I was boiling with rage at this point. He scoffed and unceremonously dumped me on the floor.

"I'll just punch her once. She won't even feel a thing." I frowned and turned around, taking a few steps forward. Changbin grabbed me arm and pulled me to him.

"Calm down."

"She deserves it for being a bitch." He held my tighter, his chest pressed against my back.

"You're so much like Chan, its terrifying." He said, making me chuckled and stopped struggling.

"Guess we're meant to be." His hands went to his sides and I felt my anger decrease.

"'You're really gonna go out with him?" He asked, voice soft. His eyes weren't cold and angry anymore, they were soft and glistening.

I frowned, trying to ignore the weird feeling in my stomach.

"Since when do you even care?" I said with a scoff. His soft expression hardened in seconds.

"I already told you, Chan deserves better than you." He said with a sneer. I scoffed and walked away from him.

[k-llama-llama]

on birthdays

Stray Kids AU: 10th member

Tori x Stray Kids

Tori’s birthday....in Paris

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“Noona!” Tori woke with a start as someone landed on top of her.

“Good morning.” She mumbled, peeking out from under the blanket to find Jeongin rolling off to the side.

“It’s your birthday.” He announced.

“I know.” She poked his nose. “What time is it? You guys have to leave at like ten.”

Jeongin pouted. “I don’t want to go. It’s not fair that you have to be alone on your birthday, just because your stupid hiatus isn’t over.”

“I won’t be alone, Jeongin. Just be happy that they let me come to Paris with you guys.”

She looked around the hotel room. “What happened to Felix?”

Her roommate was nowhere to be found, though his bed was messy and his shoes were still by the door.

“He went out.” Was Jeongin’s only answer. “Do you want to go down for breakfast?”

“Sure.” She pushed herself up. “Let me get dressed.”

“I already picked out your outfit.” Jeongin pointed to the clothes folded on the nightstand.

“I don’t know if the red skirt really matches with the Hyuna t-shirt, Jeonginnie.”

He shook his head. “You like Hyuna, and I like the skirt.”

Tori tilted her head. “I didn’t know you liked this skirt so much.”

“Yup, I love it! Now get dressed!” He dove back under the blanket so he wouldn’t be staring at her.

Tori was confused at his eagerness, but she got dressed and ready as quickly as possible. 

“I’m ready.” She announced. “Are we just going to the hotel breakfast?”

“Yeah, follow me.” Jeongin practically dragged her out of the hotel and into the elevator.

Except when they reached the main floor, Jeongin led her away from the breakfast, and towards the conference rooms.

“Food is that way!” She protested.

“Just trust me.” He pushed open the door to Conference room B.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!”

Tori paused in the doorway, trying to take in what was in front of her.

The boys had set up the conference table with all sorts of sweets, from macarons to eclaires and muffins and what looked like some sort of pretzel. There were balloons hanging off the back of the chair, and Felix had a bow around his neck.

“This is crazy!” She laughed. “Thanks guys!”

“You’re welcome, now eat!” Minho demanded, practically shoving her into the chair. “I’m starving.”

Tori didn’t have to be told twice, tucking into the food. The boys wasted no time, and soon they had cleared away all of the food.

“It’s a good thing I’m not going on stage tonight.” Tori laughed. “I think I just ate enough food for five people.”

“It looks like it, too.” Changbin said through a mouthful.

“Yah!”

“It’s her birthday, we have to be nice to her.” Woojin reminded.

“We are being nice.” Seungmin reasoned. “I stood in line for like ten minutes for those doughnuts.”

“Good birthday breakfast?” Hyunjin asked.

“The best.” She promised. “But you guys should be heading out soon.”

The mood instantly sobered.

“I wish you were coming with us.” Jeongin said quietly.

“Me too. But go out there and have lots of fun for me, okay?”

“I just wish you were there to translate.” Jisung complained.

“Text me if it’s that difficult.”

Chan’s phone dinged. He didn’t even have to look at the screen. “We should go.”

The boys all stood.

Woojin wrapped Tori in a hug, patting her back. “We’ll bring you back a banner.”

Minho was next. “Cheer for us, okay?”

She smiled. “I always do.”

They all took turns, giving her hugs and filing out of the room to go get their things and head out.

And when Tori turned back around, only one person was left.

“Chan? I think they might need their leader.” She gave a small smile.

“Happy birthday.” He blurted.

“Thanks.” 

“You look...you look nice.” He bit his lip, looking at the ground. “I like that skirt.”

Tori tugged at the hem. “Thank you.”

“I’m really sorry you can’t come with us.” He mumbled. “I’m sure if I asked our manager, you could at least come to the venue, and then maybe-”

“Chan,” Tori rested a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t need to. I’m okay, I promise.”

“If you’re sure.” He stepped past her, moving towards the door, when he suddenly stopped and turned back around.

“I got you a present.” He stated.

“Oh?” She moved some hair out of her face. “I thought we were doing presents when we were back in Korea.”

“We are. I just saw this while I was out getting the macarons.” He explained. He reached into the pocket of his jacket, removing a small box and holding it out to her.  “It isn’t really anything special.”

Tori carefully took the box. It was a simple brown box, held together with twine. She removed the string, and lifted the lid off, setting it on the table. After removing a layer of packing, she gasped at what was inside.

“Chan!” She exclaimed. “This is gorgeous!”

She lifted the chain carefully, holding the necklace up in the air. It was a simple rose-gold rose, hanging by the stem on a tiny golden chain. It was exactly Tori’s style, and honestly she thought it might be the prettiest piece of jewelry that she owned.

“I saw it at a street vendor.” He exclaimed. “It isn’t much, but it reminded me of you, so-”

“Help me put it on?” She held it out excitedly.

Chan smiled awkwardly and nodded, taking it from her.

She held her breath as he stepped up behind her.

“Could you...” He cleared his throat. “Move your hair?”

She moved her hair out of the way, and he carefully wrapped the chain around her neck. She might have been imagining things, but it seemed like he fumbled with the clasp for longer than necessary.

When he finally stepped away, Tori turned and looked down at it. “It really is beautiful, Chan. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He sighed. “I promise that I’m not trying to make things weird. But I still really like you and I know it’ll never happen, but I just-”

Tori pressed a kiss against his cheek.

His eyes widened as she moved back. “Now I’m confused.”

Tori shrugged. “I think we both know that whatever we had wasn’t good for the group. But feelings don’t just go away.”

He shook his head. “I’m still confused.”

Tori moved past him, brushing his hand with her own. “Never say never, Chan. Someday is still a possibility.”

She was pretty sure she heard his jaw hit the floor.

[mintymiknow]

Scintilla - prologue | Bang Chan

Summary & More Info | Masterlist

* I’m sorry, but this is the last repost. I decided to go with a reader insert instead of an OC as I felt much more comfortable writing that way. Writing with an OC isn’t something I personally like to do, so there. Once again, I am so so sorry!

Characters: Stray Kids, Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Summary: this is a prologue and therefore establishes what will be going on in the future chapters

Genre: Royal fantasy [Red Queen AU]

Word count: Approx. 3.5k

Warnings: None

A/N: The prologue is finally here! Writing multiple-chaptered stories is not something I’m good at, but I love Red Queen so much and wanted to do something based off it for Stray Kids. Please don’t expect too highly of this series (I’m sure it’s going to be lacking and the plot/flow of the story won’t be the best), but I hope you’ll still support and enjoy reading it! ♥

↠  12 years ago

“Why are you crying again, Changbin?” nine-year-old Minho complained, eyes narrowing at his younger friend.

Changbin stomped his foot, “I want to play outside! Go out in the fields!”

“And why would you want to do that?” Minho asked, uninterested.

You rubbed your younger brother’s back with a smile, “I want to go out too. It’s boring staying indoors all day.”

“I’m fine here, thank you.” Minho shrugged.

“But Minmin,” you giggled, hugging your friend’s arm, “don’t you want to play with the Red kids too? They always look like they’re having fun!”

Minho shivered, sticking his tongue out in disgust, “If by ‘fun’ you mean getting dirty with soil and mud as they run around, then no. That’s not fun. You guys are the princess and prince of Norta. You shouldn’t be doing things like that.”

“You’re no fun!” you stuck your tongue out.  

Before you and Changbin could go on teasing Minho, the king, King Seo, walked into the room with a jolly grin. “Minho, your parents are looking for you.”

Minho bowed to the king before excusing himself and leaving the grand room. The king then opened his arms to which you both happily ran into. “My dear children, shall we watch the sunset again?”

“Yes, Father!” you and Changbin beamed.

King Seo held your hands and led you to the castle’s balcony. Once the view of the entire kingdom came into view, Changbin happily bounced up and down. “Father, Father, look!” he laughed, “Those Red kids are playing catch!”

“Yes, Bin. Your mother tells me you want to play so badly with them.” King Seo grinned, “So go ahead.”

“And look!” you added, “How is that Red kid making the others float?”

King Seo chuckled, patting your heads, “They are called Newbloods. You’ll know more when you’re older, but they’re like a mix of Silvers and Reds.”

“Amazing.” you awed, eyes twinkling with curiosity.

King Seo kept his eyes glued to the whole of Miroh, a smile forming on his lips once again. After years of bloodshed, all people – Silvers, Reds, and Newbloods alike – were somehow co-existing. It wasn’t the perfect life, but the king was more than happy with how he had managed to unite the people to a certain extent.

His gaze went to a couple – one Red and one Silver – happily purchasing flowers from the marketplace. Then, his eyes shifted to a group of Newblood children playing tag with a few common Silvers. With a gentle smile, King Seo knelt down to yours and Changbin’s level and proudly whispered, “I have spent the past few years ensuring that we could all live as one. I know that someday, one of you will take the throne and unite two worlds…completely. When you do, it’s going to be the most beautiful thing you’ll ever witness.”  

You and Changbin looked at each other at the same time, excited grins stretching across your faces, “We will, Father.”

↠  3 years ago

“How are you holding up?”

The sound of metal chains clinking along with a familiar voice snapped you out of your trance. You let out a deep sigh before turning around. “I’d like to think I’m doing just fine.” you chuckled rather emptily.

Minho carefully approached you, eyes warm and gentle as opposed to his usual cold gaze. “Those mascara smudges tell me otherwise.” the male quietly chuckled.

Your gaze fell to the marbled floor. Light filtered into the dark room through the large windows, but you felt as if no amount of light would brighten your world. King Seo – your father – passed away. The father whom you loved. The father whom you looked up to. The king who united two worlds. The king who had done so much. He was gone.

You squeezed your hands tightly, small flames wrapping around your fists. It didn’t take Minho long to reach out and pull you into a tight embrace. The fires on your fist disappeared as you wrapped your arms around the male’s torso. “He’s really gone, Min. My father’s gone. I don’t know what to do. I can’t – ”

Minho gently rocked you back and forth. “Y/n, I know a lot is going on in your mind, but don’t think for now. We’ll figure it out later on. Just breathe.”

The male pulled away just enough to offer you a small smile; it was his own way of trying to make you feel better about your father’s death. Minho removed one earring from his ear, and you watched as he morphed it into a rose-shaped hairclip. The male tucked your hair behind your ear and attached the clip to the side, “Your father wouldn’t want you crying like this.”

Suddenly, you felt another pair of arms circling around your trembling figure – Changbin. “We’ll be ok, sis.” he whispered, somehow to convince himself as well.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that your brother’s words held some truth.

↠  One year ago

You were seated at the dining hall with Changbin and Kim Seungmin when Hwang Hyunjin walked in unnoticed, his voice startling everyone, “I kind of knew that y/n would inherit the throne.”

You sighed, “I don’t really have a choice, do I? As soon as Father died, the Council decreed that I would be crowned queen once I was ready. It’s too bad. Changbin would make a fine king,” you shrugged, “if only he didn’t reject the throne and hate it so much.”

Changbin raised an eyebrow, “You expect me to sit on the throne to rule a broken kingdom?”

“It wasn’t always a broken kingdom.” you pointed out, “It’s just…”

“It’s just like this because of the Council.” Seungmin finished for you, unconsciously reading your mind with his abilities. He noted, “King Seo united them, but we all know that not everyone welcomed that notion. With his death, pardon me, either y/n or Changbin inherits the throne. Thing is, neither of you are fully equipped to rule just yet, so y/n is simply a soon-to-be-queen while the Council of High Houses does the actual ruling.”

“And said High Houses brought back the whole division between Silvers, Reds, and Newbloods.” Changbin muttered, a sour expression on his face. “All of Father’s hard work is just…gone. Now, you’ll see Silvers scorning the Reds and Newbloods like before. Hardly any of the Silvers are treating them fairly. I don’t like it one – ”

Before Changbin could finish, the cutlery on the table started to levitate before turning into sharpened objects.

“You may not like it, Binnie Boy, but maybe it’s better that way.”

Minho appeared at the doorway, clad in his black royal uniform. Hyunjin carefully slapped Minho’s chest, making sure not to hit the metal chains that could be morphed into spikes at any given time. “You could have killed us with those blades!” Hyunjin complained.

“But I didn’t.” Minho rolled his eyes before turning to the Seo siblings, “You both are aware that you are all that’s left of the Royal Family, right?”

“And what about it?” Changbin asked.

Minho coyly smirked, waving his hand in the air for the cutlery to return to their original forms and places. “You both, especially y/n, represent the Silvers. Don’t forget your places or your people.”

Changbin opened his mouth to argue, but you dismissed him. You nodded at the male and let out a small smile, “I know my place well, Minho, don’t worry.”

“Good, because you and I are being summoned to the Council.” Minho said, his eyes focused on the numerous rings on his fingers.

“Oh come on.” you whined, “Again? That’s the third time today. Can’t a princess just eat in peace?”

“Get used to it, sweetheart. You’re going to be queen.” Minho winked, eyes holding mischief in them.

You rolled her eyes at the male before rising from your seat and clearing your throat, “Excuse me, guys.”

You followed Minho out the room, and as soon as you were gone, Seungmin whispered to Hyunjin and Changbin, “Don’t worry, Changbin. Your sister agrees with you and not Minho.”

A small smirk formed on Changbin’s lips, “Obviously. Minho’s an idiot. Y/n accepted the queen’s position for a reason.”

“Excuse me if this sounds stupid, but what exactly is that reason?” Hyunjin asked.

“When we were younger, we promised Father that we’d fulfill his wish and unite the whole kingdom.”

Seungmin laughed, “Minho’s not going to like that.”

“So? He’s not going to be ruler; Y/n is.”

Changbin’s smirk widened, “And she’s going to continue what Father started.”

↠  One Month Ago

You walk out of the Council’s meeting room with Minho, and as soon as you’re outside, you dash down the halls. “For goodness sake, y/n.” Minho groans, “Can’t you just stay put for a second?”

You laugh, tossing your floral headpiece towards the male, “I’ve been sitting still for hours in that stupid Council meeting. I can finally breathe.”

The male stretches his hand out and the string of thin chains adorning his suit follows his movements. They wrap around your waist as he tugs you back. “Queens don’t run in the halls.” Minho coyly smirks.

You grip the chains with heated hands, flames melting them off, “I’m not the queen yet.”

“But you will be.”

“Gosh, I can’t believe the Council wants me to marry someone that sounds like an old man.” you smirk.

Minho mirrors your expression, walking side-by-side down the hall, “I can’t believe they want to marry me off to a brat.”

“I don’t even want to marry you.” you sigh, “Arranged marriages are stupid. Why you of all people?”

“What makes you think I want to marry you?” Minho laughs, a sound you don’t hear from him often.

“Same thoughts, Lee.”

Once you and Minho arrive at the castle’s gardens to meet your friends, Hyunjin happily beams at you two, “How was the meeting? Did they mention anything good about me?”

“Besides the fact that Lady Yeeun is still head-over-heels for you?” you snort, “Nothing new.”

“Sis, once you become queen, can you please hold a competition to see which noble lady will be eligible to marry Hyunjin?” Changbin laughs.

“She can’t do that.” Seungmin glares, “She may be queen, but Hyunjin is from the Hwang Household. They decide who Hyunjin marries.”

“I don’t even want to get married yet.” Hyunjin butts in, raising his hand.

You plop down beside your brother on the grass, “Yeah? Doesn’t matter who you marry, Jinnie. No one can be as bad as Minho here.”

Changbin exclaims, eyes wide in disbelief, “They already have someone to betroth you to? You’re not even queen yet?”

Minho sighs for the umpteenth time that day, obviously tired from nothing but keeping up with his jolly friends. As he lies on the marbled bench nearby, he explains, “They’re considering it, you idiot. Engagements can’t be made unless she’s officially the ruler.”

“But why you? Why not me?” Hyunjin jokes, earning a high-five from you.

“I was asking the same thing, my friend.” you raise your eyebrow at Minho who simply rolls his eyes.

“Because,” Minho starts with an undefeated grin, “After the Royal Family, the Lee Household is second in power. Obviously, who is the most eligible in that house? I am.”

You squint, “All you do is sit pretty and walk around like you own the place. How are you eligible?”

Minho does not respond and instead moves his fingers gracefully in the air as if conducting a choir. The rings on his fingers slide off and turn into little blades, zooming towards the group at a ferocious speed. You and Changbin knock them off with your own little fireballs just as Hyunjin jumps away, shrieking in shock. Seungmin sighs, “You all have to admit. Minho is the most suitable candidate to be married off as king once y/n rules.”

Minho mumbles a very disinterested “mhmm”, eyes closed as if the action could shut his friends out. Seungmin turns to the male, a knowing smile on his lips, “But…you don’t want it either, do you?”

“I’d appreciate it if you stayed out of my mind, Seungmin.” Minho warns calmly, though no one misses the threatening tone to his words.

“No one really wants this.” Changbin snickers, causing the three friends to chortle at the now sleeping Minho.

Later that evening, Changbin watches the night sky with you at the castle’s balcony. As the wind dances around, Changbin’s voice is quiet in the night, “This is all going to be yours, sis.”

A small smile graces your lips as you reply, “It could be yours, you know?”

“I think you’d be a better ruler than me.” Changbin chuckles, “Besides, I think I’ve made it clear; I hate the throne.”

“Of course. The Council was infuriated when you said that.” you giggle at the memory of a young Changbin rebelling against the Council of High Houses, “Their faces were priceless.”

The prince laughs, eyes twinkling like the stars, “I looked up to the throne when Father ruled. I even wanted to beat you in inheriting it. Now, I don’t want anything to do with it. Hierarchies are horrible.”

“Would you still hate it once I’m crowned?” you inquire, smiling at your younger brother.

“That depends.” Changbin smiles back, playfulness swimming in his eyes, “If you rule like Father, I might stop hating it.”

“I don’t know how I’m going to rule as queen,” you start, “but one thing’s for sure; I’m not going to be like the High Houses.”

“When will you be crowned, y/n?” Changbin breathes out, “Why are the High House councilors ruling for you? It’s not right. You are the rightful queen.”

You look up, and Changbin sees the little embers swirling in your brown eyes. “Majority of the Council doesn’t think I’m ready. Even if I demand to be crowned, the Council made the decision in favor of waiting until I was ‘ready’ for it. Almost all of them voted to postpone my crowning.”

“And you can’t do anything about it?”

“Afraid so, Binnie. Kingdom’s rules. The crowned ruler has extreme sovereignty and can make any decision without having to be backed up by the council, but Father didn’t indicate that you or I should be crowned upon his death. He never said anything in his will, so the Council decided that it would be me, but only when I proved to be ready. Until such time, the kingdom would be ruled by an assembly that included me, Minho, and a few officials from the Council.”

“We have a complicated kingdom.” Changbin dejectedly smiles.

You place a hand on his shoulder, “Father always told us it wouldn’t be easy.”

“Well,” Changbin hugs you, “I’ll be by your side always, so don’t worry.”

You laugh as Changbin squeezes you tighter, “I love you too, baby bro.”

“You’re just two years older, sis.”

“Still older.”

“Whatever, I’m going to get some sleep.” Changbin hugs you one last time before going back inside the castle.

You lean against the snow-white balustrade, eyeing the entire kingdom. You gaze at Miroh, your very own city. The white walls are a bright contrast to the dark sky, and the silver lights that line the streets have a twinkle that could rival the stars. A few Silvers continue to stroll at night, their elegant gowns and suits completing the painting. Some common Silvers have simple attires, but they still blend well with the luxurious image.

Your eyes turn to the city of Elysium. Even from afar, the orange-tinted lights of the paradise-like city radiates warmth. Despite Reds inhabiting it, a few Silvers who yearn for simpler things have decided to live there as well. From your castle balcony, you can see the large cherry trees that Elysium was known for. The trees never stopped blooming, and it somehow gave you the idea that maybe the hope you held close to your heart would also never cease.

Your gaze then shifted to District 9, and though it was dark, you could make out faint hints of light, perhaps from candles or oil lamps. District 9 was a mysterious city where Reds and Newbloods lived, and despite the negative connotations the Silvers gave in regards to it, you found yourself wanting to see it with your own eyes. You did, after all, find magic in everything around you.

After your eyes scanned the entirety of your soon-to-be kingdom, your gaze fell to your hands. On your finger rested a ruby-encrusted ring given to you by your parents. It was the very ring that enabled you to ignite flames, much like Changbin had his necklace. As you stared at your ring, a growing flame burned inside. You looked around once again, eyes glazing across every inch of the kingdom. Your father’s greatest wish was to bring it all together.

“I know that someday, one of you will take the throne and unite two worlds…completely. When you do, it’s going to be the most beautiful thing you’ll ever witness.”  

Your father once told you and Changbin, and somehow, you could understand what he meant. Right now, as you looked upon the different, separated cities, you imagined what it would be like as one, whole kingdom. A small, hopeful smile graces your face at the thought of Reds and Newbloods living amongst the Silvers like that during your father’s reign. You clench your hand, a swirl of fire enveloping your fist. It dances with the wind, but it doesn’t die down.

It disappears, however, when a spark of green catches your eye – electricity? You dissolve the fire and look towards the side. You look below, somewhere in the darker alleyways of Miroh, to see an individual clad in all-black. When you ignite a smaller flame, the individual – apparently a male who seemed to be your age – looks up to see you standing at the castle’s balcony, eyes watching him.

He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you. You simply stare at each other as if both were caught red-handed. The male stands on the ground several feet below you, but you manage to peer into his eyes. You’re not sure if it’s your own flame’s reflection or if the male has flames of his own – though perhaps not, as House Seo were the only Burners around – but there’s a blazing fire to his gaze. You diffuse your flame once again, the orange tint lighting your face now replaced by the glow of the moon. The male continues to look up, unfazed with lips pressed tightly together in a straight line. You’re convinced that the fire in his eyes was his own and not the reflection of yours, and somehow, you find it amusing.

The male mouths something, and despite the distance and his hushed voice, you hear what he says, loud and clear.

“Look the other way.”

He wanted you to forget you even saw him. You looked around to see if anyone heard him, but the people nearby continued on with their lives, paying no heed to the man who just spoke to you. You tilt your head to the side inquisitively before putting a finger to your lips, a nonverbal action telling the male to be quiet.

The male knew otherwise – no one heard him but the princess yourself, that he made sure of. He sees the warm, amused spark in your eyes – a rather odd thing, considering most Silvers he’d encountered had indifferent eyes. In response, his expression finally changes. The smile on his lips is barely visible, but it’s there nonetheless. Before you can react, however, the male hears another voice coming from the castle.

“Seo Y/n, come back inside right now, you child.”

“Yes, Mother Minho.”

When you make one last glance below at the male, he is already gone. Naturally curious, you find yourself searching the dark alleyways, but the male is nowhere to be seen. With a deep huff, you turn on your heel and enter the castle.  

Somewhere in the corners of a particular alleyway, the male speaks with another person. “Chan, you were seen by royalty! That was dangerous!” the person hisses quietly.

“That was ‘cause you suddenly sparked your lightning, Jisung.” another voice says. “Either way, that was really close for both of you.”

“Felix is right. You both should have been more careful. What if the princess called the Royal Guard? We don’t need House Lee members on our tails, ok?”

Chan calmly nods, putting a hand on his comrade’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, Woojin. I have a feeling the princess won’t be mentioning anything about this.”

“How would you know?” Felix asks innocently.

“I told her.” Chan says directly.

Woojin and Jisung gasp in shock, “You spoke to her?”

“I whispered, technically.” Chan shrugs, referring to his ability to manipulate sound, “I made sure she was the only one who heard me.”

Woojin sighs, “Let’s just hope you’re right about that, Chan.”

Chan made one quick glance at the perfectly white castle walls before smiling, “I am.”

He couldn’t explain why, but Chan somehow knew that you wouldn’t tell a soul about your “encounter”.

After all, something about the look in your eyes told him that the princess wasn’t like the other Silvers.  

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Unfinished Business ~ Part 3

WORD COUNT: 3.9K

WARNINGS: Mentions of mafia, strong language, murder, blood

PAIRING: Bang Chan X Reader

DESCRIPTION: Part Three of nine of my new Bang Chan series. 

You’re taken hostage but one of Seoul’s leading mafia families Bang Chan but he doesn’t take you because he wants to fake a marriage or make you fall for him in 365 days no…He wants to use you for his own personal gain. To take over another family but when you try to escape things take a turn for the worst and you learn Chan isn’t one to be messed with.(Please I suck at describing stuff)

THEMES: Smut will be included in a later chapter so this is a fic for a mature audience, Chan x Fem!Reader, Self insert

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The next morning you woke up to the door squeaking open, signaling someone was coming into the basement once again. You opened your eyes to see Minho walking down the steps towards you with a plate in one hand and a bag in the other.

"Chan said eat and then get changed." You stared at him as he placed the plate down onto the coffee table and dropped the bag on the floor.

"Why?" He ignored your question. He didn't get orders to tell you why he was doing what he was doing, just that he was to do it. He came over to you dropping onto his knees and unlocking the chain that kept you against the wall, you rubbed your ankle as soon as the chain was gone but held eye contact with Minho as he made his way over to the door.

"Not poisoned." He said coldly pointing in the direction of the plate - it wasn't his preferred way of killing someone anyway - you didn't bother rushing over to it, you slowly got up from the floor and checked the bag. Inside was a floral high-low dress with a black background, it wasn't your style at all. You preferred jeans instead of a dress that had been given to you but you needed to get out of the clothes he'd taken you in. You felt disgusting about being in the same clothes for the last 48 hours now, you kicked off the jeans and panties before finding the new ones and changing into everything that he'd given you.

"You look wonderful," You almost jumped out of your skin hearing a voice come out of nowhere you turned to look around at the door - it hadn't squeaked like the other times and Chan was standing in the entranceway to the basement wearing a black suit and looking at you.

"Thank you, you look nice." You didn't know how you were supposed to act around him or why you were now being treated like this but if it meant getting out of there soon you didn't care.

"I have a proposal for you and I hope you'll consider it...come." He held out his hand and gestured for you to walk towards him so you got up and limped over to him. He was like an entirely new person than the one that had come into you last night, your ankle was still sore from the chain so it took you some time to get over to him and he frowned at the sight of you. Guilt rushed through him as he realised the reason you were limping was that it was his idea to keep you chained up but he kept his face normal not wanting you to know he felt guilty. The boys had originally suggested locking you up in one of the many bedrooms but he thought this would be better so you knew he meant business.

"I'll get you an ice pack." He took your hand in his and walked you out into the hallway, it connected straight into a huge kitchen where all seven of his men were watching you closely.

"Nice to get out of the playpen?" Changbin joked looking you up and down before turning to look at Chan who was staring at your ankle,

"She needs ice." You followed Chan through to the living room and he sat you down on a white sofa, picking up your ankle and sitting it on a glass coffee table. You stared around the room, everything looked so expensive. Everything was white, spotless, practically everything was either marble or glass.

"Here," The cold compression woke you from your daydream and you looked to see Chan holding a bag of ice on your ankle right where you needed it.

"Thanks," You whispered looking from his hands up to his face, trying to study it while he was busy doing something else. He looked like he was annoyed about something but you couldn't place your finger on what it was, you hissed when he pushed on your ankle a little too much and he retracted his hands and handed you the bag of ice for you to do it yourself.

"My proposal... I erm..." He turned his head to see all of his henchmen watching him closely,

"Don't you all have something to be doing," They scrambled in different directions and you giggled as one of them slipped on the floor, Chan shook his head at them and turned to you to give you his attention.

"The proposal I'm offering...It's not an offer, you take it or you die." Your pulse quickened and your hand froze as you heard the words leave his mouth.

"Die?" He nodded getting up from the sofa and walking in front of you, he looked at you.

"You'll be staying here indefinitely, and you're not going to want to stay in the basement the whole time I suppose. So, I suggest we make your stay here as easy for you as possible." You were still trying to get your head around the fact that you would be staying there 'indefinitely' as he had said.

"Why am I staying here? I don't work for those people-"

"I can't prove that and neither can you. You will stay here, step in as someone I need around the house. I'll take you out when I need you, you'll attend the most luxurious of parties and you'll never work another day in your life." You blinked at him wondering why he was offering you this when the previous night he'd locked you in a basement and told you that you couldn't be trusted.

"You won't be left alone though, you will have a personal guard assigned to you to watch over you when I'm not around-"

"Why?"

"For protection-"

"No I mean, why me? I-I ruined your suit, you had me kidnapped, accused me of being a spy and now you want to keep me as a pet?"

"You intrigue me," He licked his lip and looked at you up and down,

"I do?" He nodded,

"I don't expect you to comply which is why I'll warn you now," He came closer to you and was so close to your face you could feel his breath on your skin as he stared down into your eyes,

"If you try to escape I will find those you love, it wouldn't be hard, and I will kill them, don't test me, darling." He would have a hard time doing that considering everyone you ever love or loved was dead but you nodded along to what he was saying. Already coming up with a way out of the hell hole. There was always a weak one in the chain, you just had to find who it was and play him like a violin.

"You'll stay?" You could have sworn his voice went up an octave as he heard you say you agreed to stay, and it did. He was genuinely happy that you were going to stay with him, there was no denying he found you attractive and wanted to get to know you more.

"Great, I mean...Good. I'll have a spare room made up for you." At least you would have your own room instead of being forced into sharing with him or locked up in the basement until he decided to kill you.

"Jisung!" You flinched as his voice screamed through the air and you looked at Chan who was now yelling in the direction of the kitchen, out came Jisung wearing a black suit. He stared at Chan and waited for orders.

"You'll be looking after Y/n. You don't let her out of your sight." Jisung nodded his head at what Chan was saying and then turned to look at you.

"Is there anything she needs to do?" He was talking at you but not to you, as if you weren't there.

"No. I'll have a whole new wardrobe custom made for her." Chan was now walking out of the room and out of the front door, as soon as it was shut Jisung relaxed and sat back on the sofa.

"What sort of things do you like to do, you're going to be here a while I'll get you something to do." You stared at him, finding the weak one was now easier. He'd just offered himself up to you on a silver platter.

"Reading, painting, anything really." You told him while you looked at him, you were trying to figure out an angle around this without coming across as obvious to him.

"How long have you been working for Chan?" He looked up at you, staring into your eyes trying to figure out what was wrong with you. The whole time you'd been in the basement you'd come across as cold and quiet to each of them and now you were talking to him as if you were friends.

"Three years, how long have you worked for Namjoon?" You folded your arms over your chest you didn't even know who Namjoon was just someone you'd seen in the papers and Jisung started chuckling at the disgusted look on your face,

"You'll hold up well here. Chan seems to like you, come on." He jumped up from the sofa and nodded over at the stairs,

"What's up there?" Your voice came out shaky and he smirked knowing you were scared of what was happening, it was a good thing. If you were scared you wouldn't run and you would make everyone else's job easy for them. No one would have to worry about you trying to run away or trying to call the police - not that you could, they were all under Chan's payroll.

"Mostly the things you need to stay busy, there are also some bedroom paints in the attic and I'm sure Seungmin won't mind helping you paint at some point." You stared at the back of his head while you walked, your head glanced over at the front door as almost as though he knew what you were doing he spoke out,

"It's got a thumb lock, it also has a keypad password which only Chan knows the lock to...You're stuck here doll face." Your face fell flat and you followed him silently, not wanting to say or do anything else.

Jisung had warmed up to you after a while, you began to question him on things that were around the house. There was a lot of art that looked homemade and he told you that Seungmin and Jeongin were the ones who were most creative with arts.

"What about you?"

"I prefer music, but we're not allowed to play it around the house." You stared at him as you sat in the kitchen, you were sitting on the kitchen side with your legs crossed, the dress was pooled in your lap to cover anything that could have been showing.

"No music?" He shook his head and handed you a cup of tea you'd asked for it when he offered you something.

"Why?" He looked at you and then around the kitchen as if Chan could possibly be able to hear him from wherever he was,

"It upsets him, his wife...She er- I mean someone-" He stopped himself from talking knowing it wasn't his place to talk about it

"It's okay." You could tell he was uncomfortable talking about it and you didn't want him to talk about it if he was going to get into trouble for it, despite being kidnapped by him he seemed really sweet and understanding. The nicest one beside Jeongin in the group,

"Your room will be done soon, do you want any specific colours?" He'd taken you to the attic but there were none that you liked.

"Could I go with you to pick them out, I'd feel better that way." He stared at you blankly and you knew it was a no from the moment he locked eyes with you.

"I'll write some colours down." You whispered, staring down into the liquid inside of the cup, you almost felt bad for what you were going to do to him to get out of there.

"Gardening...I used to love gardening as a kid. Can I do that here?" You'd already spotted a greenhouse out of the bathroom window, you'd tried to climb out but the gap was too small for even Felix to climb through.

"There's an old greenhouse in the garden, I'll take you once you finish your tea." You smiled kindly at him and began drinking the hot liquid and trying not to look too excited to get out of the small confines of this house, it wasn't small but you knew you were trapped so it didn't help you at all.

"This is the greenhouse? Looks like it hasn't been touched in years." There were overgrown weeds everywhere, and there were empty plant pots homing spiders. The truth was you probably couldn't keep a fake plant alive but you were already out here now, Jisung flipped a plant pot over and you could have sworn you heard him gasp when he saw a spider rush out and out of the door.

"You think you can make this place nice again? We used to go outside and have barbecues together. All of us together, Chan would cook." You could tell he missed the old Chan but you didn't push him for answers.

"Sure, am I allowed out here though?" He started laughing,

"It's not as though you can climb the 12-foot wall." You laughed along with him while staring at the wall, it was easily done...If you weren't in a dress and trying not to run for your life.

"I'm sure it'll be a nice surprise for Chan though, to see you warming up to this so quickly already. At least he won't have to kill anyone. He hates it."

"He does?" Jisung hummed and you bent down on the floor picking up plant pots and started putting them into a larger one to make it look as though you were doing something.

"He hates taking away a life that doesn't need to be taken. But don't get me wrong he will do it," Jisung was an idiot, he didn't realise it of course but he was an idiot but in the best kind of way for you.

"Why does he do it- Why do any of you do it?" He shrugged his shoulders and helped you move an old table from inside the greenhouse to the side of the wall without realising it, as long as you kept him engaged in conversation this was going to go easier than you expected.

"It's just a job, good pay. If we don't someone worse will...Someone else already is, we aren't the only mafia crew here." You knew that you'd be stupid if you didn't know that. The mafia ran everything within your city.

"What have you told my other boss and Mrs Lu?" You questioned, your mind going back to her in that small cafe running things alone without you there, Sid wouldn't care much he'd have plenty of other girls willing to take your spot as lead barmaid.

"You're on a holiday, she doesn't believe us. She knows Chan and what he does so she's probably assumed you're dead or working for Chan which I mean you kind of are...Let's just go on from here assuming everyone thinks you're dead." You nodded slowly and headed back into the greenhouse.

"I need some soil,"

"I'll check the shed, stay here." You watched from the door as he disappeared into a small brick shed, as soon as the wooden door shut behind him you took off in a sprint, jumping onto the table and hoping the wall. Thank god for your school forcing PE upon you or you would have died trying to do this, you jumped down and landed on your ankle wrong.

"Fuck." You whined out looking around, you were in the middle of nowhere, nothing but trees surrounding you, you hadn't thought this through at all. You had no idea where you were, you could have been in a different city by now.

"Y/N?!" Shit, you got up from the floor and rushed into the direction of the trees, limping as you tried not to put too much pressure on your bummed ankle. You should have waited, but you realised now that it was too late, there was no way you were scaling that 12-foot wall without a table behind you.

"Y/n?! I know you're out here! Come to me and you won't get hurt, Chan won't have to find out and no one will die because of you." Because of you. Those words cut through you but you continued trying to find your way through the trees but everything looked the same. Every single branch was the same as the other and there was no clearing for you to head into. There was light coming and you ran towards it, a road light. You were almost out, all you had to do was follow the road down until you could find someone but you heard Jisung practically singing your name and you stumbled falling onto the concrete road right in front of a black Porsche, it's brakes slammed and as soon as the door opened you'd wished it hit you.

"What do we have here? Far from home are we darling?" You looked at Chan, he walked over to you and squatted in front of you. He tutted as he looked at your dress which was now ripped, covered in mud and leaves from bushes you'd rushed past and then down at your ankle.

"You ripped your dress and look at the state of your ankle." He brushed his hand over it and you cried out instantly as he then grabbed it tightly pulling your body towards him so he could look into your eyes.

"What did I tell you would happen if you ran off?!" You started tearing up as he tightened his grip, when you didn't answer him right away it annoyed him. You'd been so cooperative until this point and now he was going to have to do something he really didn't like doing, he tightened his grip some more.

"People would die!" You screamed in his face and he scoffed at you,

"Screaming at me won't get you anywhere, baby girl." He let go and stared at you taking in a deep breath before sighing.

"We'll get you home and dressed, get you some ice and you can come to my office. Jisung!" Jisung came out from the trees and Chan nodded down at you.

"Bring her to my office when she's changed." Jisung nodded and bent down to pick you up, but Chan shook his head.

"You may help her walk but don't carry her." You whimpered as your foot came into contact with the pavement once again, the smallest amount of pressure was starting to hurt you now after what Chan had done to your ankle.

"If you'd have just listened, baby girl, no one would have to get hurt." You ignored his comment and he got into his car letting you and Jisung walk the three-mile walk back to his mansion.

"Ah, see. Here she is. What did I tell you, Mrs Lu? She's healthy and safe." Chan said with a bright smile on his face, you walked into his office in a clean white dress with Jeongin by your side who was quick to shut and lock the door after you both. You already hated the fact that she was there and you knew what was going to happen to her and you knew it was your fault.

"Chan. I won't do it again. Please." You pleaded with him, tears already welling up in your bloodshot eyes, Chan's smile quickly disappeared when he turned to look at you.

"I gave you strict rules princess and you broke them, no second chances." You swallowed the lump in your throat as your eyes travelled to the desk, there was a knife sitting there and you let the tears fall down your cheeks.

"I'll never do it again, I promise Chan. It was an accident. Please." Your voice broke and Mrs Lu stared between you, confused by what was happening. She had no idea what was about to happen and that she was about to be killed.

"Hug her." He ordered you and you looked over at Mrs Lu, not knowing what to even say to her. Sorry? Sorry seemed like the best option.

"She has a husband!" You yelled at him but Chan didn't care. Why should he care? The mafia that killed his wife didn't care when they slaughtered her for information on him.

"Y/n," You whimpered as you heard the calm tone coming from Mrs Lu, she was too young for this she was only 75 years old, way too young for any of this to be happening to her. She took your face in her hands and wiped the tears from your cheeks with her thumbs as she stared into your eyes.

"I'm fine. Don't do anything stupid okay? If you can, Mr Lu, he doesn't know where the coupons are so you need to tell him, you need to tell him where my will is too." You nodded at her and she kissed your nose before looking at Chan.

"Does she at least get to be out of the room?" Mrs Lu questioned, she knew what was about to happen to her now that you were being told to hug her goodbye, Chan shook his head, he knew deep down he felt awful for doing this but if he didn't you would just try to leave him again and he didn't want that he couldn't have you leaving him again. He picked up the knife and Jeongin grabbed you tightly from behind pulling you into his chest to the side of the room. You closed your eyes tightly as soon as the knife was drawn back. It wasn't like the movies, there was no kind of sound effect, just the sound of gargling and broken sobs as you opened your eyes to see Chan lying a white cloth over her body.

"Red is a really good colour on you." You looked down at the white dress you were wearing which was now splattered with her blood, your face had a couple drops on it but Chan's shirt was covered in it as if someone had dipped it in the blood.

"Take her for a shower, Felix is on first shift for the night. You won't try anything else will you?" You stared at the blood on the floor it was all that took over your mind, watching as it began seeping into the carpet and leaking towards his feet, kind of like red wine on the floor.

"I'm talking to you." He titled your chin up to him with the knife coating your chin in more blood,

"I won't try it again." You repeated to him and he smiled happily that you were finally planning on staying, leaning down and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Go to sleep darling, you've had enough excitement for today." Jeongin's grip on you loosened and you limped out of the room towards your bedroom.

"He doesn't want-" Felix was trying to justify what was happening but you weren't about to let him get away with this.

"Want to kill? Because to me, it looked like he enjoyed that Felix!" You snapped at him before he could talk, the younger boy looked taken back but you didn't care. He was probably just like Chan and Jisung, cold-blooded and didn't care about anyone else but themselves. 

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