#SkzAu

[reaperofdream]

//: linos. (смерть). Lee Minho. — жнец смерти, первокурсник организации «Калейдоскоп».

It's making you cry every time

You give your love to me this way

#skz #straykids #skzau #straykidsau #стрейкидсау #стрейкидс

[notabigdeal-fanfic]

LINK DE WATTPAD

https://www.wattpad.com/story/267413883-so-sweet-like-chocolate-minsung-traducci%C3%B3n-espa%C3%B1ol?utm_source=web&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share_myworks

Historia original de luckyday (ao3), so sweet like chocolate, de la serie ‘some people say love’, traducción al español autorizada.

Se encuentra disponible en mi cuenta de archive of our own @/notabigdeal y wattpad @/notabigdeal_

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Stray Kids (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know Characters: Han Jisung | Han, Lee Minho | Lee Know, Kim Seungmin, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Seo Changbin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I Put My Favorite Fluff Tropes In A Blender And This Was What Happened, Food as a Metaphor for Love, It's All Very Cheesy And Dramatic, They're Both Very Gay And Very Stupid, Background Kim Seungmin/Lee Felix, Minor Hwang Hyunjin/Seo Changbin Summary:

Jisung nunca había sido el típico chico estudioso. Vale, es inteligente, pero no es el tipo de inteligencia que el sistema educativo quiere. Cansado de aprobar por los pelos en cada trimestre, acepta la ayuda de su amigo para estudiar en la biblioteca.

Entra Lee Minho, con su suave pelo y tono de voz dulce, sus ojos parecen guardar un universo en ellos. Si tan solo fuera guapo Jisung podría haberse olvidado de ese fugaz crush. Desafortunadamente, Minho es amable, divertido y adivina rápidamente que la forma más fácil de llegar al corazón de Jisung es por su estómago-- y siendo un amigo atractivo.

En pocas palabras, Jisung está jodido.

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O, la historia donde Jisung está un poco enamorado del guapo bibliotecario y puede, solo puede, que el guapo bibliotecario esté enamorado de él también.

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Traducción al español autorizada de la historia 'so sweet like chocolate' de su serie 'some people say love' por la autora 'luckyday'

[katsinho]

smooth skin

pairing: hyunjin x reader

genre: fluff

hyunjin wore a sleeveless tshirt. his arms were quite muscular, neither too thin nor too big, just what it took. it was nice to look at it.

you were by his side, his eyes focused on the scene that was happening in front of him.

too focused, he didn’t notice that your eyes were fixed on him.

you could take your time watching him, he was beautiful. he was a handsome boy and you were dying to tell him right now, only so he’d know.

without a word you approached him, slipping your arm around his, your head stuck against it.

you could feel his skin against your cheek, and how soft it was.

he didn’t move, letting you do it. you closed your eyes, enjoying the physical contact between the two of you.

you were really surprised how soft his skin could be. it was very nice to feel. slowly your hand slipped around his waist to hide under his tshirt, your hand also coming into contact with his skin.

you loved it, it soothed you, and hyunjin also seemed to like it.

you were rubbing your cheek against his arm, opening your eyes to look at his face. he was always looking in front of him.

« you're beautiful hyunjin. »

you saw him smiling shyly and his arm slipped around your shoulders so that you would be closer.

it was the kind of perfect little moment that counts in life.

[straykidskid]

STRAY KIDS HOGWARTS AU

4: Seo Changbins horrible introduction

Chapter 4

STRAY KIDS HOGWARTS AU

"WHAT THE FREAK IS YOUR PROBLEM" someone picked you up "I'm a slytherin Chan, it's what I do" Changbin gave a Smug smirk "YEAH I DON'T GIVE A FREAK"

Changbin just laughed "THAT DOES NOT GIVE YOU ANY PERMISSION TO GIVE SOMEONE A FREAKING FAINTING FANCY!!!"

"I can do whatever I want-"

"SHUT YOUR FREAKING BUTT"

Chan turned around, you in his hands and walked away with you "Wake up please" he shook you and your eyes opened slowly " Your okay!" he smiled "I'm bang Chan babygirl, what's your name" he looked kinda cute with his ruffled blond hair "Hwang Y/N" you answered "Cute name, are you a first year?" He asked curiously "Yep"

"Why did you call me that?"

"call you what?"

" babygirl"

"That's what I call all Gryffindor girls"

you nodded awkwardly "Are you a Gryffindor?"

He nodded "Out of curiousity, who have you ment other than changbin?"

"Felix, Jeongin, Jisung, Hyunjins my brother-"

"Oh yeah, he talks about you"

"Minho, Seungmin-"

"Stay away from Seungmin, He's a demon" Chan said quickly "Especially when he is tired"

"Chan what are you doing?" A deep female voice asked. We both turned and saw a short girl with red curly hair "hey babygirl!" Chan said and he hugged her "Is this the new first year?" She asked "yep" Chan answered

"Hello I'm Hwang Y/N" you said and bowed and the girl bowed back "I'm song Yuqi a second year Gryffindor" she smiled, her voice was extremely deep. " Well I got homework to do" you said and she smiled "Bye"

***

"My goodness I spilled it everywhere!" Jeongins booming voice screeched " I'll help clean it up" You said but Felix waved his wand and the mess disappeared "thanks!"

"No problem"

"My Favorite class is coming up!" Felix said and looked at you " What is it?"

He smirked

"Broomsticks"

[chansungies]

One More Shot Masterlist

Written with: @channndelier

Pairing: Lee Minho x Reader x Hwang Hyunjin 

Genre: Frat Boy!AU, College!AU, Friends To Lovers!AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Summary: Bright mornings were soothing to me. The way the bright golden star would shine through the blinds, as it cleansed the sinful actions that were left around the room. Soft moans playing back like a record player in my mind, as I could still feel his grip on my body, how sinful can one be? I can’t help but think about him all day everyday, but there’s another person that just loves to slip into my thoughts occasionally. Choose one, not two, right?

~

 Teaser | Be By My Side | Bullet Through The Heart | Deal? | I Don’t Want You |

[lovminho]

sound of the wind (carress us instead of the cold wind)

pairing: minho/jisung

chapters: 1/2

summary:

“Guys, this is Jisung. He’s gonna be joining us tonight.”

Chan announces this to the room with a pleasant smile, and Jisung tries to remember if he ever gave Chan his name.

Jisung's car breaks down on the side of a road in the thick of the woods, and with a storm in the area preventing anyone from picking him up, his savior comes in the form of a van that seems to appear out of nowhere, a lovely cottage in the woods, and eight boys too beautiful to be human. That and a boy who seems to like making Jisung squirm.

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[straysoup]

The Camera | Chapter 1

Stray kids au

The camera

Warnings: None, I'm a good girl

Description: Y/n's mom gave her and Her brother Jeongin a camera, but what can it really do?

"Eenie meenie miny m-" "DON'T!!" He was dolphin screeching again... "Jeongin my ears!!" you yelled " don't do eenie meenie miny mo!! " "And why not?" You asked and jeongin was quiet... "Just dont" you raised a eyebrow but gave in in the end. "YANG Y/N" your dad roared and stormed into the living room "YOU RICH KIDS ARE SO SPOILED!!" your jaw dropped " What did she do? " Jeongin asked "SHE PUT SOME EXPLODING THINGY IN MY DRAWER!!!!" He pointed to his purple face and you snickered "so it worked?" You asked and snorted with laughter. " YES OF COURSE IT DID ARE YOU BLIND!? " "Are you? Can you see what child your looking at?" He snarled and grabbed you "Jeongin , are you gonna help!?" He tripped his way up and ran over and grabbed Your hand "LET GO CHILD! YOU TWO WERE BORN WITH SILVER SPOONS IN YOUR MOUTHS!!" Jeongin tumbled and your dad had thrown you in your bedroom And you soon heard a lock clicking sound. "I HATE YOU DAD I WISH MOM WAS THE ONE TO SURVIVE!!" Tears streamed down your saddened face and you crawled over to your drawer, opened it and grabbed Your camera, it was the last thing mom gave you and Jeongin before she died... "My children, I have a gift for you!" Your mother smiled at you and your Brother "Take this" She says and she passes you a black camera "Can I take a picture of you guys?" You asked Jeongin and your mom "But I have to use the bathroom" Jeongin squeled and ran over with dad to go. "Say cheese!!" You said and she stood right in front of the end of the monument you were at. The light flashed before your eyes and when you opened them all you heard was shrill screams and you quickly felt someone cover your eyes and soon the person moved their hands you felt something drop on your shirt.. You turned and your Jeongin was crying into your shirt you looked up and saw the years in your father's eyes. "What happened to you mom?" You asked yourself and the door opened. You heard a voice say "Your timeout is over" he said "Just don't do it again, EVER" I nodded and put the camera back in the drawer, got up and walked downstairs "Y/N!!" Jeongin screeched and he ran up the stairs towards you "My friends are coming over, can you please stay in your room?" He asked and you sighed "Ok" You agreed and walked to your room, Closing the door. You may in your bed and soon fell asleep *** "Wow what's this?" A tormenting voice echoed in your ears which caused you to sit up in bed "A camera?" You immediately looked and saw a boy holding YOUR camera "Put it down please" you politely asked and he smiled 

"Maybe... No" He said and you snarled "I SAID PUT IT DOWN" You got louder "Oh ok" He said and dropped it onto the floor but someone quickly grabbed it "Leave her alone Dong-min (He's a random guy to hold up the story) "You're no fun Felix" he said Felix's face turned an angry red "WELL START RESPECTING OTHERS THINGS" Felix hissed and Dong-Min scoffed "Jeongin is calling you Felix" He said and Felix sighed "I'll be right back" he walked out and Dong-min grabbed the camera again. 

"GIVE ME THIS WITH YOUR FREAKING-" you stopped yourself but snatched the camera but he grabbed it again and a picture came from the top of it, it was a picture of Dong-min, you probably just accidentally took a picture or something. "Why is it so important to you anyways?" He asked " It was the last thing my mom gave to me before she- she-" he smirked "Well if that's it" he said sweetly but then ran to the window and threw it out "NOOO" you shrieked and you immediately turned to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt "YOUR JUST ASKING TO DIE AREN'T YOU!? YOU WANT ME TO CHOKE YOU DON'T YOU!? ARE YOU AN IDIOT OR WHAT!?" You roared and squeezed his shirt " Y/N STOP!! ".someone yelled you turn and see Jeongin, Felix and 2 of their other friends "HE THREW THE CAMERA OUT THE WINDOW ON PURPOSE" Your face was practically redder than Felix's hair. "She's lying!!" He said and Felix and Jeongin exchange looks " HE. IS. LYING." Jeongin walked calmly to easy you and said "Take deep breaths Y-" "HOW DO I TAKE DEEP BREATHS? HOW DO I HE THREW THE ONLY THING WE HAVE LEFT TO REMEMBER MOM!!!" Jeongin blinked back tears and hugged you "Get out of my house" He said through t tears but he did not move "I SAID GET OUT OF MY HOUSE" he raised his voice and the room quickly cleared out "shh, it's ok" Jeongin whispered to you quietly "it'll be okay"

[briee-elle]

Admit it.

genre: fluff, based off canon (skz talkers), confession

pairing: Jeongin/Seungmin

word count: 714

summary: Kim Seungmin is known to have no end to his antics of annoying their adorable maknae. Most days Jeongin would ignore or block the attacks - but when push comes to shove and gazes are challenged, how will it play out?

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"Jeongin-ahhh"

Seungmin skipped over to his target resting lifelessly on the end of a couch in the backstage waiting room. It was one of those days when performance recordings started at a time that would be deemed unacceptable in every country - except Korea. But the two boys were used to it. After all it was a career they've chosen and grown to love despite the challenging working conditions.

This morning, all Jeongin wanted to do was close his eyes and collect his focus before going up on stage and starting the complex routine they've been practicing for weeks. Really, he did look forward to surprising their fans; he just needed a few more minutes of rest. But with Seungmin in the room there was no sleeping in. Jeongin learned early after debut that pretending to be asleep would result in surprise tickle attacks or worse, stolen photos that his older members took of unknowing victims. As per usual, Seungmin showed an unnatural and unyielding energy to annoy him in these early hours of the morning.

"Gwuuaaahhh" familiar hands reached for Jeongin from behind the couch. He blocked them with his arm, which Seungmin grabbed delightfully, giving it a little shake. His mouth hanging loose with a happy puppy smile.

Seungmin's habits were still a mystery to the youngest member. Why was it always him who was being watched? At times Seungmin's eyes would be burning with the look of a starved animal, trembling with excitement at his next victim. Surely, with other members around, Seungmin wasn't shy of expressing his need to annoy their adorable maknae. But it happened when they're alone, sitting on the sofa in the dorms or practicing in one of the company's singing rooms that Seungmin's habits would flip. He'd turn into himself, growing quiet. Yet Jeongin still felt he was being watched with eyes hinting sadness? Fear? He didn't know what it was. Worse than the eyes, was Seungmin's mouth that would hang slightly ajar, as if trying to form words that haven't been spoken - yet. Jeongin let out a tired sigh.

"Seungmin stop. It's too early for this" but Seungmin just smiled and attempted to push closer in vain. Jeongin's hand on his chest was keeping the puppy at an arm's reach, stopping him from enveloping the maknae in a hug from over the couch backrest. Even with his head against the wall, Jeongin could feel his friend against his hand. If Seungmin pushed forward a little he could probably break his block, but Seungmin didn't. If Jeongin wanted he could probably shove him away, but he didn't. Instead he shot Seungmin a glance from the side. Their eyes meet and Jeongin fixated his gaze. Today he'd challenge the stares. "What do you want, Seungmin" he spat out slightly too cold.

Caught off guard by the sudden change in character Seungmin's teasing crumbled. He was taken aback.

"I-what I want.."

Before he could escape and catch his thoughts, Jeongin got ahold of his shirt and pulled him over the backrest. If his hands hadn't automatically reached forward he would surely have fallen head first onto the boy beneath him. Jeongin's eyes were still fixated at an increasingly flustered Seungmin in front of him. One more pull and he'd surely see something spectacular. He broke into a triumphant smile.

"Admit it. You like me, hyung" Jeongin delivered his killing phrase with a smug click of his tongue. 

There were no words to describe the raw terror and revelation that Seungmin felt within him. He attempted to look everywhere except Jeongin's face but his eyes kept wandering back to the fairy eyes and the dazzling grin. Thoughts flew through his mind, his brain unable to process what he'd just heard. 

After holding onto Seungmin just long enough to witness the panic, Jeongin released the beet red mess, only to see it slide off the backrest and disappear behind the couch. Jeongin let out a sigh of relief, his own heart hammering in his chest. Today, there'd be a good chance he'll have his peace. But before that he'll keep watching how the mess behind the couch will develop. Jeongin jumped up, ears flushed either from the sudden movement or the unbelievable scene that just played out.

[00hj]

“This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, Fire, and Emergency Medical Services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 a.m. when the Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all.” the purge x skz!au [insp.]

[kettlewrites]

my first and last — l.felix

   your lover: 『 lee felix 』

                            »» pick another path? ««

                            『 song - wherever you are - 5sos』

»---------1.1K-----------«

you had been crushing on felix for as long as you could remember

he was the literal sun,, and you couldn't help but to be attracted to him

but just like the sun,, he was unapproachable

felix had this aura to him, although his bright smile brought a warmth into your soul

you didn't know how to speak to him ever

you took classes with him,, it was almost every class too

still you felt too nervous to ever speak a word to him

so you just resort to glances and soft smiles whenever you saw him

you'd look up and see him laughing brightly

or you'd see him staring off into the window

his freckled face being hit with the sunlight and you thought that there couldn't be a sight any better than that

but there was,, there definitely was

and it was when felix stood right in front of you

with that signature smile on his face

and a hand on the back of his neck as he awkwardly says hello

“i like you.”

and you couldn’t believe the words that left his mouth

“i like you, but you don’t have to say anything. i just wanted to tell you.”

his freckled cheeks turn a bright red as he smiled down at you

you just stare in shock for the most part until you finally felt the words that had left your brain start to come back to you

“i like you too.”

ever since then you both were named the cutest couple on campus

felix wasn’t clingy, but somehow whenever you were around him his arms just found a way to snake around you

your cheeks were never left untouched from his lips for long

felix was completely infatuated with you

and you could say the same

it had felt like you were living a dream

your hand in his

your heart beating in harmony with his

and when you both shared your first kiss

under the same tree that he had confessed to you

you wouldn’t hesitate to say he was your first love

he had captured your heart and you didn’t wish for anything different

although,, every dream doesn’t have a happy ending

you woke up one day,, feeling slightly sick to your stomach

a strange feeling rushed over your body,, a strange coldness greeted your skin

it was around a few months into your relationship with felix where you had the worse heartbreak in your life

you both were set to go on a date in town that afternoon

but you had awoken to a vague text message from your love

“sorry - felix.”

and you couldn’t wrap your head around why this was happening

you texted him back multiple times, asking why or what had happened

you tried calling

every time,, you were greeted to the cold and heartbreaking voice of the operator

you tried his parents,, both of them not answering

you tried everything but you were left with no answers

that’s when you made your way to his house by noon

the knock on the white wooden door left an empty feeling in your chest

there had to be a reason for why felix would disappear like this

was it your fault? did you scare him off?

at the same time, if you did you knew he would have said something

felix wasn’t the type to just leave without a word

after another minute goes by, you try to knock again before a neighbor stopped you in your tracks

“they were heading for the airport if that helps you sweetheart. left just a bit ago.”

that’s when you felt your heart drop to the core of the earth

was the reason why he wasn’t saying anything because he was moving? but you both could’ve worked it out?

did something else happen?

you tried to go through every option of why felix didn’t say anything to you besides a vague apology

your mind not resting the entire ride to the airport

you laughed pitifully at how cliche this was, chasing down your boyfriend at the airport

it would be a lost cause if he had already taken a plane

or maybe you could be as luck as those cliches and run into him

the airport was completely crowded, it happened to be a weekend so obviously people were trying to fly

you tried desperately to find felix, hoping that your eyes would land on the boy but there were too many people to search through

that’s when you heard a familiar voice come from behind you

“y/n?”

“felix.” you finally were able to let out a breath, “are.. you leaving?”

his face dropped from his previous smile, sadness filling every inch of his face

“i know i should’ve told you properly, but the company said to leave without a word.”

“what company? why are you leaving lix?” you wanted to ask more, but with the look he had on his face you knew you were limited with time

“i auditioned for an entertainment company in korea, they really liked my dancing so they wanted me to go.” he couldn’t look at your face anymore, his eyes were directed at the floor and at your shoes

“lixie, look at me babe.” you say with your hand going to cup his cheek, “i’m so proud of you.”

“you’re not mad?”

“of course not, that would be stupid of me to be mad for you chasing your dreams. with the way i love you, i want you to always be happy even if i’m not in your life.”

“y/n..” he sighs, a tear falling from his eyes. he didn’t want to leave you so soon but he wanted to chase his dreams too

“go lix. i’ll be here supporting your every step.” you say with a smile, “make sure to get really famous and come back here yeah?”

this one hurt the most because you always knew felix was your other half, but sometimes the right people just come with the wrong timing. or you’ll never be able to have the person you want to because that’s just not how fate works.

and you kept your word and supported felix every step he took his chase his dream

because his happiness was yours and seeing him smile brightly on a stage surrounded by hundreds and thousands of his fans was enough to make you content with your life

[notevenagoodgirl]

‘hey there!’- changbin x reader

[stray kids au]

68. [Kiss me more]

Putting three exchange students together, in the same flat, might be a bad idea; putting six of them in the same building might be an even worse one. What happens when they all meet? An AU about people from all over the world finding home in each other.

[ skz masterlist | all works ]

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Hope you all had a great christmas (if you celebrate it) and i wish you all the best holidays ever!! Only maybe 2 more parts <3

taglist: @fylithia@3racha-soup@3sriracha@whats-my-question@elfenfeuer33@randomness7198@sunnibearr@zacsani-blog@curlytxe

[reaperofdream]

[ cassette from night “au” ] part 7.

#skz #skzau #stratkids #straykidsau #hwanhyunjin #hyunlix #hyunlixau #minsung #mindungau #hyunho #hyunhoau

[notabigdeal-fanfic]

capítulo 16

Jisung dejó caer su mochila en la cama, gruñendo con rabia. ¿Porque él?

Se dejó caer en el colchón, tirando sus manos en la cabeza y desordenando su pelo, ahogando un grito, de todas las personas de esta casa había una posibilidad muy pequeña para que el rubio tuviese que compartir habitación con Minho, y aún con esas pocas posibilidades había pasado.

—¿Por qué coño tuve que proponer elegir las habitaciones con ese estúpido juego? — se reñía a si mismo, recordando que había sido él mismo quien había propuesto hacer el juego de que de uno en uno irían a una habitación para elegir donde quedarse, todo sin haber visto cada dormitorio. Jisung había entrado a la habitación con una gran sonrisa esperando a ver a sus amigos dentro, esperándole, sin embargo se encontró con el ceño fruncido de Lee Minho. No podía describir la sensación que había sentido en ese momento.

Unos golpes en la puerta hace que pare de atormentarse por su muy sabia decisión, saca las manos de su cabeza viendo como Changbin entra a su habitación. — Hey. — saluda el moreno.

—Hey.

—Con que Minho... ¿Estarás bien?

Jisung gime, queriendo hundirse en la cama. — ¿No podemos volver a repetir el juego?

—Fue idea tuya, y también fue tuya quedarse con los compañeros que te tocasen.

—¿Entonces si te digo que te tires de un puente lo harías? — reta Jisung, mirándole con los ojos entrecerrados.

—Ya te gustaría.

—Ugh, pero en serio, no puedo, por favor.

—¿Quien sabe? Ya os habéis liado, igual esta vez subís el nivel. — dice Changbin, levantando sus cejas.

—Como te pille. — gruñe Jisung, cogiendo una almohada y empezando una carrera detrás del más bajito, corrían por la casa, los dos chicos chillando. El rubio llegó a alcanzar al moreno, tirándose encima de él.

—¡OUGH! — Changbin se quejó, el cuerpo del rubio había saltando encima suya, cayendo al suelo con el chico encima, había sido un golpe fuerte y con gran velocidad, por lo que había dolido mucho más.

—¡Te vas a enterar! — gritó Jisung, poniéndole la almohada en la cara, escuchaba gritos ahogados de su amigo pero no movía la almohada de su sitio. Tampoco ponía mucha presión, lo último que quería era matar a su amigo, pero si que le haría sufrir.

Después de unos segundos dejó que el moreno respirase. —¡Oye! ¿No crees que te has pasado? — Changbin le mira mal.

Jisung estaba a punto de responder cuando Chan se acerca a los chicos peleando en el suelo. —Jisung por favor, no le mates, acabamos de llegar. Si estáis aburridos, ayudadme con la barbacoa.

El rubio se levantó de encima del cuerpo de su amigo y los tres chicos salieron de la casa. Todos estaban ayudando con la cena, ya fuera poniendo la mesa, preparando la carne, pelando patatas...

La cena concurrió como otra de sus muchas comidas, llenas de gritos y risas en la mesa, y después de un par de horas jugando a juegos de mesa que la dueña de la casa les dijo que podrían usar con total libertad, todos los chicos estaban algo cansados del viaje.

Jisung salió de la ducha con su pijama puesto, suspirando del cansancio, entró a la habitación encontrándose a Minho.

Oh, sí... Casi había olvidado ese pequeño detalle.

El pelinaranja estaba abrochando su camiseta del pijama, Jisung miró a otro lado mientras entraba a la habitación y dejaba su ropa sucia en un lado, mañana pondrían la lavadora.

Jisung miró las camas, eran dos camas grandes, no tenían el tamaño de una cama matrimonial pero tampoco como una individual común de 90, el problema es que las dos camas estaban pegadas. Su ceño se frunció, ¿por que estaban pegadas estas camas?

Se movió hasta una de ellas y agarró el somier. — ¿Que haces? — escucha a Minho hablarle, Jisung le mira con el ceño aún fruncido.

—Separar las camas, ¿que te parece que voy a hacer? — bufa.

Minho rodó los ojos. El rubio empezó a tirar de la cama, pero no se movía, su ceño se frunció más aún. Volvió a tirar con más fuerza y notó que la cama se movía. Cuando volvió a mirar el otro colchón, se sorprendió al ver que todavía estaban juntas. — No vas a poder. Los somieres están unidos.

—¿A que te refieres?

—Están unidos. — repite, señalando el centro, justo donde los dos colchones se dividían. Jisung movió un poco el colchón para encontrarse que los somieres estaban unidos, tal y como había dicho Minho. — También he intentado separarlas y no se puede.

—¿Que clase de loca maniática une dos somieres para que no se puedan separar? — se queja Jisung.

Minho se encoje de hombros, metiéndose en la cama. Jisung muerde su labio, deja todas sus cosas en una esquina y se mete en su cama, poniéndose justo en la esquina.

—Ni se te ocurra tocar mi cama. — le dice el rubio, y escucha al otro chico bufar.

—No te tocaría ni con un palo.

Jisung rueda los ojos, apagando la luz y recolocándose más en su esquina. El sueño no tarda en llegar, suspirando agusto quedando frito en cuestión de minutos.

Pero por una extraña razón, siente un movimiento bruto en su brazo.

—¡Jisung! — escucha una voz gritarle.

—Mph... — se queja Jisung, escondiendo su cara más en su almohada caliente, estaba durmiendo tan bien y tenía tanto sueño, ¿quien coño le estaba despertando?

—¡Jisung! — vuelve a llamar.

—¿Que coño quieres? — se queja, sus palabras ahogadas por la almohada.

—Agradecería que me soltaras.

—¿Que dices? — dice aún somnoliento.

—Que me sueltes, hostia. —su almohada se mueve, pero Jisung no la suelta. Abre los ojos enfadado, listo para pegarle una hostia a Minho por despertarle, levanta su cabeza encontrándose con el rostro del chico muy cerca suya, iluminada por la suave luz que proviene de fuera. Sus ojos se abren como platos.

Jisung estaba abrazado al hombro y brazo del pelinaranja, y eso no era todo, tenía una de sus piernas aprisionadas por las suyas. Inmediatamente le suelta y se separa, volviendo a su cama.

—Dios santo, ¿siempre eres así cuando duermes?

—¿Por que coño no me diste una patada o algo? — se queja Jisung.

—Por si no te has dado cuenta lo he intentado, pero me devolvías las patadas, tienes un sueño realmente profundo, y no podía moverme más por culpa de alguien. — escupe Minho.

—Ugh, la próxima vez despiértame antes. — dice Jisung, volviendo a darle la espalda para seguir durmiendo.

—Lo que diga la princesa. — dice Minho, Jisung solo rueda los ojos, intentando volver a dormir.

Mierda, es verdad que tenía un sueño bastante fuerte, y tenía la manía hablar y de moverse mucho por la noche, ocupando toda la cama o dando patadas con quien durmiese, pero como siempre había compartido su cama con Changbin, el chico estaba acostumbrado al sueño del rubio por lo que no importaba si le abrazaba en mitad de la noche, el moreno sabía como tirar de las mantas en el caso de que el rubio se las robase por la noche.

Pero se había abrazado a Minho por completo, como un koala, Jisung se sentía morir.

Miró la hora en su móvil, eran las 5 de la mañana, el rubio no era capaz de conciliar el sueño ahora, tan asustado de volver a despertar cerca el otro chico. En silencio y intentando no despertar a Minho, Jisung se levantó de su cama y salió de la habitación.

Suspiró una vez que se encontraba en la sala común, ¿cómo se suponía que iba a dormir cerca del chico el resto de los días? Sus pies se movieron arrastrándose por el suelo de madera hasta llegar a otra habitación, entró lentamente sin despertar a los chicos que dormían en ese dormitorio y trepó hasta una de las camas, metiéndose debajo de las sábanas y abrazando al chico. Notó como el chico se despertó de golpe. — Mhm, ¿Sungie? — pregunta un muy dormido Chan.

—No puedo dormir ahí. — le dice el rubio, abrazándose más al cuerpo del mayor, quien no responde, solo lo aprieta más, abrazándole contra su cuerpo y volviendo a dormir. Jisung suspira relajado.

[katsinho]

[miraclejune]

HERO’S SOUP: FINAL CHAPTER

Levanter

"Can someone tell me why Hyunjin's crying in the bathroom for half an hour now?" Woong questioned as he walked down the stairs. He was sound asleep and dreaming, suddenly an inanimate object started crying in his dream so he woke up kinda traumatized only to hear one of his guests was actually crying. He laid in bed for 20 minutes waiting for that person to stop but he didn't. 

His bed hair ruffled as he sat across Changbin. "Minho pulled a pretty nasty prank on him." Changbin said that as if it was the most normal thing to happen, sadly, it was.

"Oh." Woong said. He doesn't quite get the weirdness of Chan's friends, yet. "Felix and Jisung made pancakes. Sorry if we took your food." Changbin bowed his head momentarily at Woong. 

He felt like it wasn't really enough. They barged in his house to seek shelter, they were provided food and rooms. Changbin wondered if he should kneel down on the floor to bow traditionally but eventually pushed that thought on the back of his head since it sounded a little over the top.

"It's cool. Feel at home." Woong said. They exchanged smiles before he walked to the kitchen to eat said pancakes. 

Woojin, Jeongin, and Seungmin were still asleep. After their late night snack, the three collapsed in bed. Believe or not Woojin hasn't moved an inch from his sleeping position, at this point Jisung, his roommate, wondered if the alpha was alive. He placed his ear near Woojin's nose and was relieved to feel his warm breath tickle his ear.

Hyunjin emerged from the stairs, Minho trailing behind him. His eyes were all puffy and red, evident of his crybaby fits. There's only one explanation:

Hyunjin, a gullible idiot > gets pranked by Minho with no remorse > Hyunjin cries > Minho laughs > Hyunjin doesn't stop crying > Minho finally feels bad or forced to feel bad by Chan or Woojin > Apologizes to Hyunjin > Back to the step oneㅡChangbin deduced from their actions. It's a vicious cycle. He had hoped Hyunjin would grow immune to the bullying but it’s like his memory resets the moment that his bully apologizes to him.

Hyunjin looked around, clearly looking for the others.

"Pancakes. Kitchen." Changbin said as he continued fiddling with his phone. 

Deadlines were piling up and a few revisions haven't been done yet. His new but not yet opened tattoo shop was already booked by clients for 1 whole week. Work wasn't supposed to matter at their current situation but he can't help but feel... stagnant. Not being able to make music and poke people with a micro blade was giving him anxiety issues.

Changbin was so deep in thought, he didn't notice Jisung walking in the living room.

"The building manager called." Jisung sat beside him smelling like flour and maple syrup, his presence somehow calmed him down. "Music studio?" Changbin asked. He rested his back, turning his head to Jisung as he saw him nod. "She said a couple of managers and artists came. She politely told them we're not there and to contact us personally if they have concerns." Changbin thinned his lips. That's why he's bombarded with messages, emails, and calls from people who usually don't contact them when something comes up or if their artist still sounded bad amidst the amount of auto tune layering they did.

"She kept on apologizing to me. I said it's okay since it's our fault." Jisung sighed, he rested his head on Changbin's shoulder. 

The building manager was a really nice person. And she gave them a discount for the monthly rent for 3 months just because Hyunjin dropped by and she liked him. She has a thing for eye candies. Who doesn't? Maybe they should offer Hyunjin to her as thanks for the inconvenience they’ve caused.

"We didn't bring any of our equipment here either." Changbin muttered, the smell of maple syrup clinged on Jisung's fluffy hair. "The files are on cloud. We can buy equipment here but," Jisung licked his lips. His voice suddenly stopped working. 

"It's not really the perfect time to work." Changbin finished his sentence for him although his mouth was dry as well. "It'll be bad for our reputation though." Jisung played with his fingers. It was hard to make a name for yourself in South Korea's competitive music industry. It took them a couple of years to do so. 

People remembered them as different people from different decades although they worked with the same people at the same studio. It's how the whole supernatural thing works. Really weird I might say. 

Human brains can't process all the magical stuff. It'll literally make them go insane if they try to understand. That's why they won't have any problems with their natural selves and also no one notices Chan's vampiric appearance, well, except for his smugness. It was still hard to adapt to the human lifestyle, they didn't want people to think they're 'weird'.

'Just go and buy equipment already, you idiots. We have plenty of time. Do your work.' Woojin’s voice echoed in their heads. Changbin and Jisung's eyes meet. They couldn't help but break into big grins. 

Jisung hurriedly changed out of his pajamas. Changbin was already dressed so he waited near the door. "I'll tell them we're leaving." Jisung hopped down the last 3 flights of stairs before sprinting to the kitchen. He heard Felix shouting 'Be careful' before he was dragged out the door by Jisung in a hurry.

90% of it is because Hyunjin had heard what Woojin said as well so they left before he had the chance to invite himself.

-

Woojin woke up with a heavy head. One of his wolves must be under a lot of stress. The turmoil inside their heads are inter-connected so everyone in the pack knows if something was wrong. 

He heard Hyunjin cursing at Minho inside his head. He smiled, it must've been another episode of 'Pranking Hyunjin until he cries'. They might've made up already.

He disregarded that floating thought and focused on Changbin and Jisung's concerns. He sat up from his seat, listening intently to their words. 

When they stopped, he finally had the chance to telepathically tell them: 'Just go and buy equipment already, you idiots. We have plenty of time. Do your work.' he waited for Jisung to sprint in and out of their shared room, also engulfing him in a very tight hug, before he decided to go downstairs. The two were long gone even before he stepped out of his and Jisung's shared room.

He peered through Seungmin and Jeongin's slightly ajared door. Both of them were out cold. He smiled softly, gently closing the door. After washing his face and failing to fix his bed hair, he decided to go downstairs.

"Morning, Woong." Woojin greeted the witch as he walked out of the kitchen, munching on a pancake.

"Mornin!" Woong greeted back. "It's weird to see you sleep in." 

Woojin stared at him. "It's 9am."

"Exactly."

"How is that sleeping in?" Woong shrugged. Woojin squinted his eyes at the witch, earning a chuckle that eventually turned into Woong choking on his pancake. Felix dashed out of the kitchen offering Woong a glass of water. 

Woojin watched as Felix sauntered back to the kitchen. Woojin didn't bother to go in there, god knows how messy it is. He reminded himself to tell them to clean up. They're just guests. He's already so indebted to Woong.

He and Woong settled in the living room. "Chan's still not here?" Woojin broke the impending silence.

"Yes and no." Woong placed his empty plate on the coffee table, downing the rest of the water he got from Felix to avoid any further attempts of suffocating to death. "He popped in for about a few minutes. The others showered him with questions and stuff but he just went straight to the fridge, drank about 2 bags of blood before saying 'I'll be back, don't worry.' then he vanished into what seemed to be snow."

Snow.

"Then he is in Norway." Woojin placed his hand on his chin. 

"We were about to rough house the heck out of him but I'm telling you," Woong shivered. "Seeing Chan's eyes as red as the blood dripping down his chin left us all paralized and... traumatized." Woojin laughed. Chan was usually a messy drinker when he's troubled or in a hurry. He must have been fighting someone in Norway.

"He must have a lead. Let's give him time." 

"Who do you think he's fighting over there?" Woong said as if he knew what Chan was doing. He did.

"Well..." Woojin paused for a while. It can't be that guy but he's the only one on his mind. "Probably the worst person to be on a frozen island.”

-

NO ONE expected fighting.

As Clyde turned around, Chan waited for some advanced contraptions transporting them to a different room. But suit guy, he's stuck with calling him that, buttoned his suit and walked out the bar. He felt Chan's stare at his back as if waiting for him to explain. "Shall we?" He turned around and gestured his hand politely for the vampire to follow him.

"O-okay." Chan cleared his throat. He can't hide the embarrassment on his face. He needs to stop watching fictional films with Felix and Lamce. He dashed past Clyde. "Were you waiting forㅡ"

"Shut up." if he was capable of blushing, Chan would probably have red splotches on his face. He prefered them to be another person's blood on his face but you get the idea.

"Apologies. Our main office is not attached to this establishment. If that's what you're curious aboutㅡ" 

"DOWN!" Chan tackled Clyde to the ground, his suit finally evident of snow. A ball of fire rocketed to the bar window, showering snow covered glass outside.

A familiar dark wolf came, his eyes fixed on the vampire. "It wasn't me if that's what you're glaring about." Chan helped Clyde up. Another ball of fire shot in between them and the wolf. They crouched for impact, the fireball bombed through the exterior of the bar, the sign fell with a loud boom. When the coast was clear, Chan pushed Clyde towards the wolf. 

The quiet and almost lifeless streets of Tromso were instantly filled with curious mortals. Phones out and fingers pointing at the scene unfolding. They must have thought something exploded inside. That's what their minds are capable of conjuring. Limitations.

"Get him out of here. Go. I'll catch up."

"How will you catch up?" the wolf's bitter voice echoed in his head. "You reek. I'll follow your scent." the wolf didn't even have time to decapitate the vampire, another ball ofㅡholy crap that's as big as a truck.

"GO! NOW!" 

"Ah, man. I always wanted to roast a wolf. You're ruining my bucket list, dude." Kazuo pulled up on a big bike. He lit in on fire before kicking it to the nearest streetlight. The audience screamed, shifting their gazes to the bike magically hitting the streetlights. 

"Nice to see you again!" Chan swore he wanted to rip that smug smile off his face, pull his teeth out one by one and rip his head in half from his jaw.

The 'remnants' of the bar behind him were engulfed in blue flames. The Sofia's are known to possess the power of the Eternal Fire. It's why they're so high up on the list of the 11 families.

Normal red-orange flame is commonly used back by the members of the clan. The higher ups and bearers of the Sofia blood were the only ones capable of using the eternal flame.

"Not surprised at all? Aw, you made me lose a few years for nothing." the redhead pouted, stomping his feet like a child. 

However, there are consequences of using the blue flame. You have to offer a bit of yourself to be able to hail it. Which means if your life is based on a calendar, you gotta cross out a few days or maybe weeks.

There was a small circle of visible asphalt on where the redhead stepped on, his feet burning holes underneath him every time he stepped closer to Chan. He hated the winter, everyone in the Sofia Clan did. Wonder how much loathing he feels now that he's in the fucking frozen tundra. Kazuo froze, slowly lifting his head up.

Chan's instinct kicks in. Kazuo stared at him, the fire on his feet blazed. The acrid smell of bloodlust tickled his nose. Killing intent.

"You're here for Jeongin too." Chan snickered. He discarded his padded coat, which didn’t even matter because he can’t feel cold. Kazuo gave him the most sickening smile. "No, dear friendㅡ"

Chan clenched his fists. "I am not your friend." Each word coming out from his mouth was as deadly as poison. He was pissed off. He cursed at himself for thinking that Kazuo was on their side.

The guy had helped them on multiple occasions. He had warned them fairly about what's to come. He wasn't really that specific as if someone was listening to their conversation. Seungmin tried to convince Chan that Kazuo was right on multiple occasions. That they didn't heed this warning to be careful. 

What irked him the most was that Kazuo was at the neutral zone out of coincidence. Bastard even helped Changbin and offered to let them stay with the rest of the Sofia clan at the Inn. It didn't make sense, that's why he was so irked by it. He couldn't have warned them if he was behind all of it. But now he's in front of Chan, eyes filled with murder. What the fuck is up with this guy? 

Chan took a deep breath. His mind was wandering but he still concentrated on Kazuo's movements. Why was he here? If he was after Jeongin, then he should've been in the Neutral zone. Did he sense that they were out of it? Was the Sofia clan members just a distraction? 

There was stillness on both sides. If hatred was visible the air would have been scarlet. Then suddenlyㅡ movement. Kazuo rained blows onto Chan as if he meant to incinerate him in a hearth of eternal fire.

Chan however, held back as much as he could. The amount of collateral damage Kazuo has inflicted within a minute was enough to shake the curiosity out of the people watching them.

The crowd finally cracked and panicked. Hundreds of people felt it. The freezing temperature of Tromso slowly burned up within their reach. They cannot concentrate on anything else they're doing. With Chan's heightened senses he heard hearts starting to beat harder and faster. Adrenaline levels rise. Soon enough their heads won't be able to process what was happening and they would pass out. Worst case scenario: Death.

"What do you want, Sofia?" Chan gritted his teeth in anger. He hated the fact that he had to hold back. He wanted to wreak havoc and kill the idiot redhead in front of him. Damn it, Jeongin made him soft.

Kazuo opened his right hand, palm facing up. He conjured a soccer ball sized fireball. "Oh nothing~ just wanted to give my old pal a nice greeting!" The fireball grew 10x its size within seconds. Kazuo threw his hand back before directing it to Chan as if he was pitching at baseball. But this time, it was a ball on the side of a bus.

Chan fixed his stance. The fireball closed the distance between them in a blink of an eye, but before he was engulfed in it, Chan pivoted his right foot to the left then jumped to that side. He rolled on the slippery melting snow standing right up immediately.

They played a game of dodgeball for 5 minutes before Chan heard police sirens. He cursed under his breath. His sharp eyes glared at Kazuo, who was still laughing like a maniac and was not at least bothered with what he was doing at all. This has to end now.

The vampire bared his claws and fangs at the redhead. "That's all you got?" he taunted Kazuo. And it worked.

Kazuo stopped laughing. He stood still. Eyes foggy of hatred and despair. Chan felt the air thinning around him. That's not good.

Suddenly, Kazuo bursts into flames. His whole body was engulfed by it. The blue flame grew larger, and the heat temperature continued rising. Slowly, the air grew thinner due to the lack of oxygen. Onlookers started passing out one by one, their bodies thumping down on the thick snow. Chan winced, he wasn’t affected by heat as well but this was a different story.

He vaguely saw Kazuo’s figure behind the wall of flame. The vampire’s eyes grew wider as he saw a familiar gesture. He hastily heightened his senses, hearing a soft whisper from the red head.

He clenched his fist, planting his right foot on the ground before throwing himself into the blue flames.

-

Seungmin watched as the birds perched at the tree near the window. He sighed deeply, growing more and more impatient as the hours passed by. Jisung and Changbin haven’t been back from their shopping and he’s been comforting Hyunjin’s whiny ass because they didn’t take him with them.

“Hey.” he looks to his right. It was Woong. His eyes trailed to his fellow witch’s face down to his extended hand. 

“Thought you needed some warm tea.” Seungmin smiled at his gesture, mumbling a low thanks as he took the cup, immediately taking a sip. The warmth of the tea slowly calmed his nerves. He sighs contentedly and looks out the window again.

He felt Woong shift from his position, leaning against the wall. He looks at Seungmin with curiosity. Observing how his lips thinned and his eyes darting around.

Eventually he found out it was because he was staring.

“Sorry.”

Seungmin flicks his forehead, earning a soft groan from his friend. “What do you want, Woong.” he asks, clearly aware of the latter’s purpose. 

“Why do you care about Chan so much?” A swiftly unrolling panorama of dreams played in Seungmin’s mind. At least, that’s what they felt like. His memories of Chan. Oftentimes they felt like dreams. Like they only happen when he’s relaxed, clear of worry and… well asleep.

Seungmin gave Woong a glance before looking back again out the window. He fiddled with the warm cup of tea in his hand, trying his best to come up with an answer to Woong’s question.

“I just do. After leaving the academy, Chan was the first supernatural being I became friends with. He’s a twat. Broody. Annoying. But I love him the way he is.”

Woong listened to his words intently.

“I just have to take extra special care that he stays in the range he can cope with. I wish he'd ask for help more often. Makes it easier for me to care for him. Partly because we’re legally binded by a contract with the humans. I’m his official ‘guarding’ you know.” he looks at Woong with a grin. “I need to make sure he follows the rules and doesn’t harm any human being.”

“So you’re just there for him because of the contract?” Woong’s question hung in the air. The birds Seungmin was watching suddenly flew away. His heartbeat quickened. 

“Something is wrong.” simultaneously, they dropped their cups. The glass shattering against their feet.

The wind grew wilder. It was right overhead it was so loud they cowed with hands over their ears and still felt like their eardrums would pop from the screaming above. 

“HYUNJIN! FELIX! MINHO!” one by one, he called out to them. He was barely holding himself up. The sky was literally screaming.

He felt a hand on his back, Woong had followed him. He pointed to the stairs. Seungmin sees Woojin clutching Jeongin against his chest. He looks to his left and sees Hyunjin, Minho and Felix holding each other's hand.

The beams of the house creaked in a way that chilled their blood and suddenly staying seemed like the dumbest idea they’d ever had. But there was no way they could go out in the open with this kind of disaster.

So they huddled in the living room, sitting down on the floor and staying close together. Seungmin sat beside Woojin, placing a hand on Jeongin’s back. “HE’S OUT COLD.” Woojin shouted, it was the only volume they could hear each other in. Seungmin nodded, he turned to Minho beside him, he clutched his arm tight.

Then it was silent. Absolutely silent.

A heavy oppression seemed to brood upon the air. Woojin’s eyes frozen open. 

“We need to get out of here. NOW!” They stood up immediately. Woong bolted to the door, opening it for everyone. He hastily signalled each of them to get out. 

“What the hell is that!” Minho exclaimed, pointing up to the sky.

Seungmin was the last one out. His eyes shot up to the sky. Purple clouds looming all over them. There was no wind, no rain. Just the creeping feeling of doom against their feet.

Woojin waits for Jisung and Changbin, he hears their calls in his head. As he sees them appear from the corner. 

He looks up. His eyes stared unseeingly. As if the sight in front of him is part of his imagination.

He bit his lip, holding back his tears. This isn’t something they could handle. Whoever was doing this had one purpose. 

He tightened his grip against Jeongin. He could feel his soft breath against his chest. Woojin swallows the lump in his throat. He stood his ground. Eyes scanning each and everyone of his pack members. 

Woojin tried his best to memorize their faces, for the last time.

His uneasiness did not go unnoticed. He met his beta’s eyes.

Hyunjin was pleading him with his. Full of worry and concern. 

All Woojin could do was smile.

Changbin, Jisung faced him as well. Their eyes welled up with tears. Everyone in the pack is connected. They feel each other’s emotions. Physically, mentally. And at this moment. Woojin knew it was time. He felt sorry for the pain and sorrow he’d leave on their shoulders. But--

“You are strong. You are brave. You are all amazing beings. I love you, from the bottom of my heart. Continue to love, care and protect one another. I’m leaving the rest to you all.”

Woojin jumps in front of the impending storm. Carefully handing Jeongin’s sleeping figure to Hyunjin. The beta hesitated, earning a low growl from his alpha. 

The rest of them realized what was happening. Minho sprints beside Woojin. Eyebrows furrowed and lips in a thin line.

“I’ll stay here with you.” he said. Woojin shook his head. Pushing him to Changbin who held Minho in a tight arm lock. “LET ME HELP YOU! I CAN FIGHT.” Minho continued screaming, trying to get away from Changbin’s iron grip. Tears fell from his eyes. This isn’t a fight they could win. Actually, this isn’t a fight anymore. There was already a winner.

Woojin glares at Felix who was attempting the same thing. He growled again. “Don’t you fucking dare.” It was the first time they heard this side of him. His alpha side. This was nothing like the Woojin they know. He was terrifying.

“Please, Woojin. Let us help you.” Felix pleaded, his freckles more prominent with the current setting. Woojin stared at him. Telling him to stand his ground.

Their attention was caught by screeching. It was nothing like earlier. This was more deep, more blood-curdling. Woojin felt shivers all over his body. They were running out of time. He turns to them, calling out their attention.

“Minho, Felix, Seungmin, Jisung, Changbin, Woong, Hyunjin.” he called out to them. His familiar soft tone startled them. He smiled genuinely.

“Thank you. I love you. Protect each other. I will survive this and I will do everything to find you.” an empty promise.

He walks to Hyunjin, giving his beta one last hug. Whispering in his ear: “You’re in charge of Jeongin. Treat him as your own. I love you.”

Woojin pushed them all with his force, waiting for them to start running. Everyone hesitated, but with one last deathly glare from the alpha. They ran.

Woojin’s eyes never left the back of their heads as they vanished into the forest. He could hear Hyunjin calling out to him in his head, Changbin holding back his tears, and Jisung barely keeping himself sane. Woojin bit the inside of his cheek, he feels like a total ass. Leaving them without a fair warning. But this was the only way.

Felix and Minho risked looking back. 

For the last time, Woojin smiles at them fondly. Transforming to his full form as he was engulfed by the chaos.

“Goodbye, my family.”

[lovminho]

debunked

pairing: minho/jisung

word count: 2k

summary:

Minho gets home late from practice, and doesn't seem to remember that they switched rooms around the day before.

So maybe he accidentally ends up in the wrong bed, but Jisung isn't exactly complaining.

aka dumb fluff inspired by the 9th s4e4

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