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[woncon]

[05:19 pm] ♡ poly!hyunbini

gn!reader | heavily suggestive | made with @wonsheep's help <3

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the phone is ringing.

it’s on the coffee table, and the three of you are on the sofa.

hyunjin doesn’t care. he keeps his arms around you tight, while painting your neck with his soft kisses. but changbin, whose shirt you've tugged off halfway, pulls away from your lips. his palm on your thigh goes back to your knee. he glances at the table, huffing uncertainly.

“don’t pick it up!” advises hyunjin, but the way he says it, it’s more like an order.

“it’s jyp,” changbin replies, seeing the contact name. “important stuff.”

hyunjin sighs, then he rests his chin on your shoulder. you can’t see his face, but you can imagine how he looks right now, because changbin blushes and clears his throat.

“you call him back later, hmm?” you also help in convincing him. you take his hand and put it back on your thigh. “now you have other important things to pay attention to: us.”

hyunjin hums with approval, the sound vibrating through your whole body. “come, wifey, let us love you.”

changbin’s phone finally stops ringing.

changbin smiles, that’s the last thing you see before he kisses you again. your fingers run over his side to find the hem of his shirt. when you find it, you grab it with determination, and changbin lets you pull it off of him. hyunjin moans on your skin from the view, and your hand feels like it is also his when you caress changbin's gorgeous curves with them hungrily.

changbin pants softly, and your biggest wish is to lean in, to taste his muscles with your mouth, to let him know how breathtaking he is with every lick–

but the phone, that cursed phone rings again, and this time changbin parts from you completely.

“hello?” he takes the phone to his ear, while also giving you and hyunjin a guilty look. “hmm, yeah, yeah. i am available.”

he picked it up. it is a forgivable act, because his boss was the one calling, and he didn’t give up. 

but saying that he is available? downright outrageous.

he is not available.

“i was thinking that uh–”

hyunjin leaves your back, and sits next to changbin, so he can easily nibble on his ear. changbin tries to push the other away with one hand, but hyunjin groans in rebellion, grabbing changbin’s thigh.

oh, how nasty he is! you smile proudly, then go to changbin’s other side. you lean closer to him, kissing every surface of skin you reach. his side, the line of his ribs, his belly, even his hipbone.

“so i don’t have a final version yet, but, but, but… “ at this moment, you’re nipping at his abs. needless to say, changbin nearly moans into the phone. “no, no, i’m fine, totally fine. i just need to collect my notes. just a second.”

changbin mutes himself, then looks at you. “are you serious?”

“are you serious?” hyunjin and you repeat, and you giggle at your accordance.

changbin leans back with a sigh. “why are you doing this to me?”

“we just want to make your eyes roll,” hyunjin explains. “and not the way you roll it when your boss praises himself.”

“it’s the weekend. jyp can wait, but we can’t.” you climb onto his thighs and sit down comfortably. hyunjin places his palm on the small of your back so you don’t fall back. “please, chill with us, honey.”

changbin unmutes himself. “i’m here, but i forgot my notes in the studio… yes, yeah, of course… on monday, then.”

he ends the call, dropping the silent thing next to him. it doesn’t matter anymore.

finally.

you would give a high five to hyunjin, but you’re totally okay with only a satisfied wink, because his hands and yours are both occupied with touching changbin’s warm skin where you can.

“rolling my eyes, huh?” changbin fondles your side. a lustful expression plastered on his handsome face. “how do you want to do that?”

“i’ll give you a taste…” your hand goes down on his chest, and doesn’t stop until changbin moves into your hand, biting his lips hard.

hyunjin sets the said lips free with his thumb and pointer finger just to kiss into changbin’s mouth and receive his pretty sounds with his tongue, teeth and lips.

the next time the phone rings – if it rings at all –, you don't hear. changbin’s whimpers, hyunjin’s moans and your own sounds of pleasure are louder.

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[cosmicalily]

12:21am with kim seungmin - a @cosmicalily timestamp

"i just wanna touch you babe but i can't take my clothes off, guess it’s kinda funny, if i think too long, i’ll cry about it. i just wanna fuck you babe but i can't take my clothes off, guess i’ll keep on dancing around it, 'round it, ooh!” - ‘clothes off’ by aleksiah

author’s note: this little drabble is pretty personal to me, something i haven't explored on tumblr before. i have a lot of anxiety around sexual intimacy, which i feel like isn't discussed that much in mainstream media. when the song 'clothes off' by aleksiah was released, i literally cried. i'd never found a song that just summed up all my feelings so perfectly. wanting it but not. feeling guilty. feeling needy. i hope you understand what i'm trying to convey, i love you all xx

warnings: insecurities (around sex and sexual intimacy)

You didn’t quite know how you’d ended up making out with your best friend, Seungmin.

Maybe it had been the cup of tea he’d made you, humming softly to himself as he boiled the water, adding exactly a spoonful and a half of honey, just the way he knew you liked it.

Maybe it had been the fact that just yesterday, he’d silently restocked the second drawer in your vanity where you kept your stash of period products that he’d noticed were running low.

Maybe it had been the lyrics that you’d found when you were vacuuming the house, stashed under his bed with your name written in the title.

But you knew it wasn’t a singular event. You’d fallen for him ages ago.

The tea was now cold, sitting to the side of the coffee table, half drunken. You didn’t really feel the need to drink it anymore, not when you could spend hours, hours that you’d longed for since forever, kissing the plump lips that had whispered so many sweet secrets into your ears mere minutes ago.

“I love you.”

“You’re perfect.”

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted this?”

“You’re the prettiest girl, you know that, yeah?”

“Wait,” you blurted, pulling your face away from Seungmin’s, out of breath. “I don’t . . . I don’t think I can. I don’t think I want to.”

Seungmin looked at you worriedly, moving his hands from your waist and sitting up straight. “Did I do something?”

“No, it’s not you. I just . . .”

“It’s okay.”

He reached out for your hand, and you reluctantly gave it to him. He didn’t say anything for a bit, just rubbed soft circles into the back of your palm. Your breathing slowed. So did your heart rate.

“I don’t want you for sex,” he said eventually, staring out the window. The curtains were closed, but the moonlight melted through a little, casting a soft glow across his face. He was like the moon. Permanent and dependable and always there to watch over you.

Especially at night, when your thoughts became too much.

“Of course, if you wanted to have it, I wouldn’t be opposed,” he continued, turning to look at you. His hand shifted to gently brush a tear from your cheek. “But I want you because I want you. And if that means kissing and falling asleep, that’s what I want.”

“You’re not bored?” you mumbled, not quite meeting his eye.

“I could never be.”

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[quillsnink]

Stray Kids watches you/catches you dancing suggestively part 1

A/N : There are slightly suggestive themes and tension but no smut. Also it is implied that the reader is female. Gif credit goes to the owner. I had to listen to each song on repeat while writing this 😆 to feel the vibe.

• Chris

Christmas was nearing and you had arrived home from work an hour or so ago excited because you didn't have to go to work until after New Year's. You made yourself some tea and sat down to listen to music on shuffle on the speakers, while you stared out the balcony. That was until Under The Influence by Chris Brown started playing. This song was your jam for the past few days. You kept your half-finished tea on the table beside the speaker as the song's sultry beat has you completely in it's grip. Every move feels controlled and powerful as you slowly lose yourself in the song, feeling confident, with your hands tracing the air, your hips groove to the sensual music, you were completely feeling yourself, your expressions matching the song's lyrics, "baby, you can, ride it, ooh, yeah", you dance gracefully on the floor, gyrating your hips and swaying them slowly and sensually as you rub your hands on your neck.

Chris had punched in the code and had just come in, a little intrigued as he heard music coming from the distance. He pokes his head inside the room and is frozen to the spot.

He knew you as a quiet and shy person. Although he's known you for some months now, he didn't know there was a seductive vixen hiding somewhere in you. It's always the ones with the innocent faces that can be this bold, he thought as he was taken aback with the scene in front of him. The way your body moved to the sensual beats, the way you mouthed the lyrics with the right facial expressions, every movement of yours exuding allure,power and confidence. He was mesmerized as the seconds passed and he had a mix of admiration and something else which he couldn't quite put a finger on, as he watches, hypnotized to you and he cannot even look away.

You blink suddenly fully aware that Chris was standing in the doorway, watching you. There was a thick tension in the air now, but you were feeling confident and did something your shy self would later probably regret. You got up and confidently step forward, your body moving towards him with a confident smirk playing on your lips, as his breath catches. Your movements are slow and deliberate as you're now singing along "tie it up, put a chain on it make you tattoo my name on it", you circled him,your hand brushing his shoulder singing along dangerously close to his ear as you watch them turn red. You mischievously licked the lobe of his ear and tugged a little with your teeth while you bite your lip and looked at him, smirking. He was now a blushing mess and was looking at his shoes, his ears now completely red and biting back a shy smile.

As the music continued to play in the background, you now closed the distance between you both.

"Caught me, did you ?", you smiled playfully, your gaze never leaving him.

"I ... I didn't mean to interrupt", he said, looking everywhere except at you, clearly flustered.

"Look at you, so shy", you said, as you stepped closer to him, your body brushing his. The playful smirk on your face only makes him more aware of the tension that’s building between you two. His eyes are locked on yours, and even though you can see the blush creeping up his neck, he doesn’t look away, trying to ignore the rush of feelings inside him and his heartbeat increases by the minute.

"I didn't know you had this captivating side of you", he compliments you, shyly but still enjoying the show. "Maybe next time, I could join you. For the dancing, I mean", he adds the next part quickly.

"Oh only join me for the dancing ? How sad", you pouted. "Boring", you tilted your head as you looked at him.

You walk towards the speaker and turn off the music, your eyes still glued to him as you pick up the cup of tea which was completely forgotten.

"Care to join me for some tea Channie and then we can discuss more on this?", you winked at him as you brushed past him towards the kitchen.

• Minho

(Without a Taemin song, the scenario would feel incomplete). 🤭

Lee Minho, better known by his stage name Lee Know, was your older brother's best friend, just fourteen months your senior. Your brother was an idol in an SM boygroup and was currently on tour, so there was no one to help you supervise your dance practice for your next YouTube dance cover. Your subscribers wanted you to dance to a Taemin song and you were a bit anxious as you wanted to make the perfect cover. I mean it was Taemin after all, one of your favourite idols and not to forget, one of your brother's close friends in the industry so he was bound to show Taemin your dance cover of his song.

So here you were, with Minho in your makeshift studio and the air is thick with tension and focus as you begin your suggestive dance. You were feeling a little self conscious as you knew Minho was watching and he was someone who expected perfection when it came to dance and you were here to deliver so.

Your movements begin to match the alluring and seductive beats of the song as you mouthed the lyrics because it made you feel the song more.

"비밀스럽게 너를 나에게 따라줘 fill it up more, fill it up more Oh 너로 채워지고 싶" (follow me secretly, fill it up fill up more, I want to be filled with you)".

Minho watches intently, arms crossed, silently assessing your performance, his eyes full with concentration and evaluating your every move . He's seen you dance before but never this intensely like this choreography and sensually. He's secretly proud that you're pushing your boundaries. He's a professional but that doesn't stop his gaze from wandering to your form as your movements and the lyrics become more intense. His jaw tightens when you hit a particular move, biting your lips, now completely into the song and he's wondering whether to give you constructive feedback or focus on how he was feeling seeing you dance like this, something stirring inside him. His composed demeanor is now tested as he's meant to give feedback without being distracted.

"Focus on the intention behind the movement, it's not only about being seductive but also embodying the confidence the song requires", he says distractedly as he's trying his best to stay professional. He steps in to correct your posture from a respectable distance, not even touching you, but still close enough. His minimal touch makes you a little nervous from his close proximity and the chemistry that lingers between you two.

"You should feel the lyrics too", his words are not just about technique now but something personal on a deeper level.

"아무리 넘쳐도 모자라 아직 네 사랑에 목말라" (no matter how much it overflows it's not enough, I'm still thirsty for your love). When you hit the final parts, he suddenly joins you in the routine, mirroring your movements in sync, both of you caught in the flow of the dance.

Naturally you both dance closer to each other, and the room seems smaller now, the space between you gradually decreasing and his eyes meet yours with an electric gaze. He doesn't break the gaze and the tension between you thickens. As the song fades out, there’s a heartbeat of silence. You’re both breathless, faces mere inches apart now. His hand finds yours, holding it softly as if he’s reluctant to let go. Neither of you moves, caught in the moment that lingers, the air still thick with the chemistry that’s been building throughout the dance.

"Now that's what I'm talking about. Do not forget the essence of the song. Own it," he whispers, his hand still entangled with yours, as you both breathe in and out roughly, your foreheads now touching, both of you making eye contact, him looking at your lips and then back to your eyes, with something unspoken lingering in the air.

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[seo-changbinnies]

countdown to binnie’s bday

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[lonelystczennie]

7:21 pm(Changbin)

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As soon as you walked through the door, Changbin could tell you’d had a long day, making a beeline for him and slumping into his arms, letting him hold you up in a tight hug.

“Hey babe, tough day?” He asked gently, wrapping his arms around you and giving a light squeeze.

“Tighter.” You mumbled into his chest, not answering.

He increased the pressure, finding your neediness cute.

“Tighter.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He chuckled, stopping short at the sound of a muffled sniffle from you.

“Y/n?”

He pulled back just far enough to catch sight of your face, feeling his heart drop as he was met with your watery eyes. “No no, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You shook your head. “Today was just really shitty.” You said weakly, tucking your face against his chest.

“Are you okay? Can I do anything?” He asked, feeling his heart break at your quiet whimpers.

“Just hold me, please.”

He wrapped his arms back around you tightly, holding you as close as he possibly could.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He whispered, rocking you slightly. “Binnies got you.”

Eventually, you pulled away, wiping your eyes and before meeting his gaze again. “Sorry.” You croaked.

“Don’t apologize, that’s what I’m here for.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

He couldn’t make whatever was upsetting you go away, but he could make sure to always be there for you as a safe place to land, holding you untill your tears ran out.

[bbyquokka]

2:53 pm (scb)

genre: mafia au, timestamp, smut — 18+ is strongly advised!

warnings: gender neutral reader, established relationship, mafia boss ! changbin, unprotected sex, creampie, biting–lmk if i missed any!

words: 0.9k ~ (927)

a/n: it's mine and changbin's birthday today so here is a little something to celebrate with it also being a small self indulgent gift to myself :)

♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3

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“fuck you feel so good around me. you're sucking me in so well. so warm.. gosh i love it so much.” the man above you grunts and groans as he thrusts his hips into you with such power and strength, your body shifts and rocks in time with the motion.

you grip onto his biceps to stable yourself, the muscles flexing underneath your fingers. your back against the hardwood of the desk. the desk supplies and pieces of paper scattered on the floor indicating that neither of you could wait. 

his dress pants around his ankles along with his underwear. his white button shirt opened showing his soft tummy, happy trail and a neck tattoo. sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his heavily tattooed arms–the design of a dragon being the most prominent. his slicked back hair tousled from you tugging and pulling at the strands.

“jesus changbin!” you groan “missed me much?”

“being away from you is painful. having to surround myself with unintelligent beings for weeks has been insufferable! all because they can't control their anger and when i say no, it apparently means yes to them.” his pace and power increasing as he rambles on about how incompetent his subordinates are.

how they fail to follow his instructions and wreak havoc in the city. being head boss of a very well known mafia gang is hard work for him so it's not unusual for him to take his aggression out on you–rather that than him killing someone in pure rage.

at first glance, changbin seems scary. his overpowering dominant aura is enough to send the world's strongest man shrinking and cowering into a corner. however, looks can be deceiving. changbin has a big heart and even though he is head boss of the gang (the title of boss being passed down to him once his father passed) and isn't afraid to kill,  he does unexpected kind and caring things that no one expects from a mafia boss.

some people have even named him the modern robin hood. 

your muscles scream and body twists as you squeeze his tattooed arms. changbin grips onto your hips, his fingers sinking into your skin that leave behind purple marks. he stops for a brief second, grabbing your legs and hoisting them up and over his shoulders.

the new position allows him to touch untouched territory. to stroke your insides and rearrange them with his thick cock. your eyes close slowly, mouth agape as empty moans roll from your tongue.

changbin sinks his teeth into the flesh of your calf. it's enough pressure to leave behind faint marks but not enough to pierce the skin. he holds your legs close to his body as he drives his penis in and out. sweaty skin slapping against one another, changbin panting and moaning as he kicks his head back and exposes his tattooed neck.

“so good.. fuck! i love how you make me feel. how warm you are around my cock. i love watching you squirm and tears roll down those pretty cheeks due to you being so overwhelmed.” he babbles as he stares at you.

you swallow and whimper as shivers shoot up your spine. changbin's hungry gaze pierces straight through you, making you feel weak and incapable of doing basic human things.

changbin lets go of your legs before pulling out. he gently turns you around, your hands planted on the wooden desk and legs spread. 

changbin licks his lips as he pumps himself, gazing and admiring you from behind. the back of your legs and ass cheeks red raw from the constant slapping, skin slick with sweat. love bites on your neck and hair dishevelled. he gives his cock a few more pumps before laughing as you sway your hips side to side and whine impatiently.

“yes yes.” he chuckles. his hot palm pressing flat on your lower back above your ass as he pushes himself back inside. he groans loudly, a groan that's from deep within his chest as his shaft becomes encapsulated by that warmth he loves and is addicted to.

he resumes his powerful and fast thrusts from earlier, eyes glancing at the way your ass cheeks ripple. with both hands, he grips onto your shoulders as he pounds into you. 

“fuck.. feels good!” you manage to say between your laboured breaths and moans. “you feel so good, binnie. more! want more!”

changbin grunts as a response. he wraps his strong arms around your chest and stomach, gently pulling you up enough so it's back to chest. you tilt your head to the side, lips meeting his in a sloppy and saliva filled kiss.

from the sheer force and overwhelming amount of pleasure you both feel, you both reach climax around the same time. changbin grunting and squeezing his eyes shut as he releases inside of you. his muscles shaking and dick twitching with each release. he holds you close, squeezing you tight to the point of air leaving your lungs.

his hot cum coating your insides causes you to climax with him. body shaking, mind fuzzy and legs buckling and giving up. you fall to the floor slowly with changbin still inside you, head hanging low as you both pant and come down from your highs.

you look up at changbin as he looks at you which causes you both to laugh softly. he kisses your sweaty forehead gently, deciding to kiss every inch of your face before finally kissing your lips.

“love you yn. you make me feel alive.”

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i feel like challenging myself and getting out of my own way of thinking so i figured taking some requests may be helpful!

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[thewinter-eden]

jealousy pt. I // bc texts

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

Summary: In the same universe as Insecurity Fake Texts, Reader gets asked out by a coworker and Chan is completely cool with it :)

Warnings: light language, playful simping over Changbin again (can't blame her) - you guys I swear I only posted the announcement yesterday...where did the time go

🏆 Esteemed Moot: @ramadiiiisme

⭐️ Reader Spotlight: @mrsminseochoi

SS: 24

INSECURITY FAKE TEXTS

(ignore timestamps)(takes place before the events of Insecurity)

next part >

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[seungmins52ndhairstrand]

Bf!skz find out they're not your bias

Contains: ot8 Skz x gn!reader

Genre: Crack, fluff

Warnings: Cursing, the boys are dramatic, mentions of cheating (no actual cheating), Chan gets called old in multiple ways

Always ignore timestamps<3

💜 Masterlist💜

LEE MINHO

SEO CHANGBIN

HWANG HYUNJIN

HAN JISUNG

LEE FELIX

KIM SEUNGMIN

YANG JEONGIN

[furioussheepluminary]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥

pairings: liar x liar, non idol au

synopsis: lies

warning: lies, ft minsung, hyunjin and changbin

a/n: if you have extra eyes for errors no you cant.

previously...

The house was quiet. A deep, heavy kind of silence that wrapped itself around the walls like a second skin. Only the occasional creak of old floorboards or the low hum of the fridge dared to stir. Bang Chan stood at the doorway of his room, the faintest sliver of light from the hallway catching the rigid line of his jaw. He glanced down the corridor toward your room. Your door was shut. He’d waited long enough, listened for your breathing to settle, watched the soft shuffle of movement behind your door stop. You were asleep. Finally.

He stepped back in and closed his door behind him, locking it. The folder he brought back earlier in the day—one he hadn’t dared open in front of her—now sat like a loaded weapon on the desk by the lamp. Cream-colored, slightly wrinkled, marked with a simple black label:

OP–SHADOWGATE : EXT-4271

He opened it. Slowly. The pages were crisp, printed in typeface and scattered with clipped photos, redacted names, and codes he recognized as off-grid intel. Private databases. Not FBI. Not CIA. This file had been buried beneath four layers of encrypted shell companies and abandoned ops.

But what hit him first was the photo.

You. Y/N. But not as he knew you.

The Y/N in the file wore darker clothes, your hair shorter, your eyes sharper. You looked… cold. Calculated. Military-grade precision in every movement. Every surveillance still of you was timestamped—none of them recent. All of them deeply embedded within reports about missing data, covert meetings in Singapore, Berlin, Tunisia… and one photo that made the breath catch in Chan’s throat—

A handshake. With a known arms trafficker.

What the hell? Page after page confirmed it.

Y/N L/N. No government affiliation. No agency tags. No loyalty flags. Not FBI. Not CIA. Not Interpol. Not even MI6. Instead, three bold letters marked the top corner of one document:

SCU. Chan stared at it, blinking.

Special Covert Unit. A name only whispered in the deeper shadows of intelligence circles. It wasn’t part of any official government. It was a freelance shadow operation—made up of former agents, soldiers, defectors, and ghosts. People who didn’t officially exist anymore. People who could do what governments couldn’t.

And you were one of them.

He ran a hand through his hair, standing abruptly and pacing across the room. The betrayal simmered just beneath his skin. You had lied to him. Let him believe you were an agent, his colleague. You played the role perfectly.

And now, he realized, you’d probably been tracking him. This wasn’t partnership. This was surveillance.

FLASHBACK — 5 HOURS AGO

The dim alley behind a nondescript Vietnamese café. A man stood near the loading door, lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers. Bald. Tall. Wire-rimmed glasses and a nervous tic.

Chan approached with his hood up.

"You said you had something I needed," he muttered. The man barely looked at him. “Your girl’s not who you think she is.”

Chan's silence made the man nervous. He reached into a leather pouch and handed over a sealed file.

"She’s on her own payroll. SCU. Has been for years. She's gotten in deep with people you’d shoot on sight. Singapore? That was the third time she’s crossed paths with Petrov. She might not even want you alive.”

Chan had stared. Said nothing. Took the file and left.

The rage started to build in his chest. A quiet fury. His heart beat hard against his ribs, but his hands were steady. He didn’t know what her game was yet… but he would. He grabbed his burner phone from beneath the loose floorboard under his bed and tapped out a quick, encrypted message to Jisung:

BIRD’S IN SHADOW.

SHE’S SCU. NEED A DEEP DIVE. NO MISTAKES.

PRIORITY ONE.

DO. NOT. TELL. HER.

He hit send and watched the message disappear into the black void of the encoded network.

Then he stared at the door. The one separating him from the woman who saved his life—

and may have been the one holding the blade to his throat all along.

---

The sharp ping of a notification cut through the heavy silence of the room, cracking the late-night calm like glass underfoot.

Jisung groaned into the pillow, half-buried under a tangle of bedsheets and the warm weight of Lee Know draped across his back. Lee Know stirred slightly but didn’t wake. His face remained tucked against Jisung’s shoulder, breathing soft and slow.

Jisung squinted at his phone from under the covers, fingers fumbling to unlock it.

One New Encrypted Message — Burn Line [CHAN]

> BIRD’S IN SHADOW.

SHE’S SCU. NEED A DEEP DIVE. NO MISTAKES.

PRIORITY ONE.

DO. NOT. TELL. HER.

That jolted him awake.

He sat up too fast, causing Lee Know to mumble something and shift with a sleepy arm reaching for him. Jisung gently slid out from under him, muttering, “Sorry, baby. Emergency. Sleep,” pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Lee Know didn’t even flinch—dead to the world.

Jisung padded out of the room barefoot and pulled his laptop from under the couch cushions in the living room. His fingers flew across the keys like they’d been waiting for this exact command.

SCU.

He already didn’t like it. SCU wasn’t just off-books. It was the stuff of ghost stories shared between agents over whiskey and paranoia. An elite, unaffiliated covert unit—ruthless, self-sustaining, and impossible to track. The fact that you were one of them? That was bad enough.

But what he found next was worse.

Kallisto.

He hadn’t seen that name in years. The last time it came up, a Russian scientist had vanished from a NATO stronghold. The whispers pinned it on Kallisto—a faceless middleman known for smuggling secrets, laundering intelligence, and forging high-level cover identities.

Every major intelligence server had fragments of Kallisto's digital fingerprint, but no one could identify him.

Until now, obviously. Jisung cracked open one of SCU’s old Istanbul logs. He cross-referenced Y/N’s operation history, missions involving black sites, off-grid assassinations, chemical extraction. And there it was.

An encoded drop-off record.

Marked: KALLISTO — ESCORTED CARGO: L/N

The IP trail was faint. Half-wiped. But he knew this code. He knew this formatting. His eyes widened.

"...No way."

He dug deeper. The metadata on the embedded cryptographic pings led back to one person.

HWANG. HYUNJIN.

“What the actual hell…” Jisung whispered. Hyunjin. The eccentric art dealer. Hacker. Occasional ghost in the machine when they needed access to black market caches. Your silent little tech whisperer. The guy you “called sometimes.”

Hyunjin was Kallisto.

The black-market ghost tied to former Russian intelligence circles. Jisung leaned back in the chair, letting out a long, low breath. His skin felt clammy, the adrenaline finally catching up to him.

You had lied. Big time.

And suddenly, everything about you—your calm, your silence, your innocence—it all made sense. He stood, went back into the bedroom, and gently shook Lee Know awake. “Minho… wake up.”

Lee Know blinked up at him, groggy but alert. “What’s wrong?”

Jisung knelt by the bed. “We’ve got a problem.”

---

They sat side by side on the couch now, Lee Know scrolling on his own device, eyes scanning the material with practiced calm. Jisung was pacing.

“She’s SCU. Confirmed. But that’s not even the worst part—she’s been working with Hyunjin. He’s Kallisto, babe. Like, the Kallisto.”

Minho stilled, a slow exhale leaving him. “Petrov’s operations. The Geneva leak. That guy?”

“Yeah. And Y/N had contact with him on record. Multiple times.”

“So, either she’s compromised,” Minho muttered, piecing it together, “or she’s playing some kind of deep game. Either way…”

“We can’t let her know we know,” Jisung said. “She’s too good. The second she suspects, she’ll vanish.” Lee Know nodded slowly. “Then we make a backup plan. Containment strategy. Something in case she decides to flip on us.”

They leaned over the laptop together. Drawing lines. Mapping timelines. Creating an algorithm that would flag any divergence in her behavior.

“She’s not FBI,” Jisung added softly, almost like it stung.

Lee Know watched him, his hand finding Jisung’s knee. “This is bigger than her now. We play nice. Act like we trust her.”

“And if she decides to go full double-cross?”

---

SOMEWHERE IN BERLIN — FIVE YEARS AGO

The rain was silver in the glow of neon. Cold. Soaked into the cracked asphalt like bloodstains washed clean too many times.

Hyunjin leaned against the shadowed mouth of an alleyway, hood up, hands in the pockets of a double-breasted coat tailored to perfection. Beneath it, a handgun pressed against his ribs and three encrypted drives waited in his briefcase like poison seeds. His gaze flicked upward, catching the silhouette of the woman through the haze—sharp steps, no hesitation, like she wasn’t scared of anything.

She shouldn’t have been there.

And yet… there she was.

Y/N.

She didn’t flinch when she saw him. She didn’t blink, either. Just stood before him like she already knew his name.

“You’re Kallisto?”

He smirked. “I don’t usually get called that to my face.”

“I’m not most people.”

God, that voice. It wasn’t soft—it was steel sharpened in silence. She carried herself like a storm that forgot how to scream. Beautiful in a way that made him ache, because it came with distance. She was untouchable. Purpose incarnate.

She was his type of problem.

---

PRESENT — SOMEWHERE IN TURKEY, KALLISTO’S SAFEHOUSE

Hyunjin sat barefoot at a sleek marble table, screens aglow in the dim light, lines of code reflecting in his tired, brilliant eyes. Cigarette smoke curled into the air like a dragon’s breath, untouched. His hair was half-tied, sleeves rolled up, black ink peeking from the veins of his forearm.

One screen displayed a dossier.

L/N, Y/N. Alias: Sparrow. Former asset of Operation Daggerfall. Unverified handler clearance.

He stared at her picture longer than he needed to. They’d met in Berlin by accident—but what followed was no coincidence. Y/N had needed access to something no agency would touch. The CIA had written her off. MI6 had wanted her dead. The FBI wouldn’t touch her without a valid background.

Hyunjin gave her one. He buried her records so deep no database could scratch them. Gave her a full identity, a backstory rooted in minor ops and forged casework. He made her real, not just on paper but in the eyes of the federal machine.

Why?

Because she was the first person in his life who didn’t ask him who he worked for.

And he liked the lie that he wasn’t dangerous around her.

---

THREE YEARS AGO — RUSSIA, THE BLACK VAULTS

K.B.V. — Komitet Bezopasnosti Vnutrennyaya. The Committee for Internal Security.

Hyunjin had been part of them once—not fully initiated, but deep enough. A rogue intelligence offshoot made of remnants from the KGB, rebranded under the skin of modern espionage. Hyunjin had been brought in as a teenager. A prodigy. A cyber mercenary capable of crashing entire power grids and rerouting missile guidance in under seven minutes.

He had worked operations where no one left alive. Where targets were innocent, and missions weren’t labeled necessary, just paid.

But somewhere along the way… he cracked.

It was a girl, actually. A blonde. From France. He never talks about her. After that, Hyunjin started playing both sides. Selling intel to the West. Helping the ones meant to disappear. That’s how he ended up in your orbit—how he became the one man you could count on to clean up her messes.

But he never told you about his KBV roots. Never told you that your fingerprints were once auctioned on the dark web and he was the one who bought them before someone else did.

He protected you. He watched your walk into fire. He patched her comms. He killed for her—quietly, efficiently. And every time you said “thank you” in that clipped, mission-focused tone… a small, pathetic part of him ached. Because you never looked at him the way he looked at you.

---

He pulled up footage—grainy but clear. The gala. Again. The kiss. Chan’s hand on her waist. Her lips against his. Hyunjin stared at it like it betrayed him personally.

He leaned back in the chair, exhausted.

“…You never wanted me,” he said into the silence. “But you keep calling.”

He closed the screen and locked everything down. Then turned to the window, watching a city he didn’t belong to breathe in the dark. And in a hidden vault under his floorboards, a letter addressed to Y/N sat sealed. Unread. Unsent. Just in case he ever didn’t come back.

---

The morning peeled itself from the edges of the horizon, warm gold bleeding into the sky like ink dropped into water. The air was still damp from the night rain, and the cobblestones outside the safehouse glistened faintly in the soft light.

Inside, Y/N zipped up the final bag with the kind of practiced grace that made it clear this wasn’t her first covert exit. She wore a dark hoodie, her hair tucked beneath a cap, and had the quiet look of someone already in the next country in her mind. Chan watched her from the doorway, arms folded, his face unreadable except for the faint shadow beneath his eyes—a storm bottled too neatly.

He knew. Everything. But she didn’t know that. He grabbed his own bag off the floor, slung it over his shoulder. “You double-checked the back exit?”

“Twice,” she said, brushing past him lightly. “You’d be surprised how many ops go south just because someone forgot to check for cameras.”

He gave a small, empty smile. “Wouldn’t surprise me at all.” They stepped out into the dawn.

---

The taxi smelled faintly of cigarettes and lemon-scented wipes. The driver grunted something in Czech and pulled away from the curb, the soft rumble of the car the only real sound as the city began to stir around them. Chan sat by the window, his hand curled loosely near his mouth, eyes locked on the blur of minarets and rooftop pigeons sliding past. Y/N sat beside him, her gaze forward, one leg bouncing slightly.

He broke the silence casually, voice wrapped in silk and smoke.

“You ever work with anyone out of South Carolina?”

Her eyes flicked to him. “SCU?” A pause. Careful, he thought.

She shrugged. “Not directly. They’ve got their own ghosts. You know how it is—oversight, contracts, a lot of red tape. Why?” Chan tilted his head, still watching the window.

“Just… someone mentioned a woman in one of my old circuits. Said she moved like she wasn’t trained by the Bureau.”

Her eyes narrowed just slightly, just long enough for him to catch it. “You think I move like that?” He smiled faintly, turning to look at her now. “I think you move like someone who doesn’t wait for orders.”

That earned a breath of a laugh. “Maybe I don’t.” They lapsed into silence again. But in Chan’s mind, wires were already reconnecting. Her answer wasn’t defensive—it was practiced. Slick. And vague enough to slide past the truth without ever touching it.

She’s good, he thought. Too good.

The taxi rolled to a stop in front of the departure’s terminal. Morning travelers bustled past with overstuffed luggage and sleep-laced chatter. Chan and Y/N stepped out, blending in with the chaos like shadows.

As Y/N adjusted the strap on her carry-on, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it.

[Jisung]: Your flight's confirmed. Prague to D.C, gate C-22. You board in 1 hr. You’re welcome.

Chan’s burner buzzed next. He checked it discreetly, heart thudding low and slow like a warning drum.

[Jisung]: Kallisto = Hyunjin. Confirmed.

He’s deeper in Russian circuits than we thought.

Do NOT confront her.

Play along. We’re building the counter-plan.

Chan’s jaw tightened. Just slightly. He slid the phone back into his jacket, turned to Y/N with that easy, almost-charming look he wore like armor.

“C-22,” he said. “You want coffee before we go through security?”

She blinked, surprised for a second by the shift. “You’re buying?” He smirked. “You’re still recovering from that fish crime you ordered last night. I owe you.”

As they walked into the terminal, he walked just a step behind her. Watching. Calculating. And the entire time, he smiled like he didn’t know a thing.

---

The room was dimly lit, washed in a cool blue glow from the multiple monitors lined across the wall like portals to chaos. The table was cluttered, half-empty mugs, a bowl of almonds, USBs scattered like confetti, and at the center of it all: Jisung, hunched forward in a hoodie, eyes flicking fast over the screen.

Lee Know sat behind him on the edge of the couch, arms folded, head tilted with that signature mix of exasperation and fondness. His hair was messily laid back, and he wore nothing but a black sleeveless tee and joggers that slung low on his hips.

“Baby, it’s past three,” he said gently. “Your brain’s going to short-circuit. Come to bed.”

“I can’t,” Jisung mumbled, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. “We just pulled up something off that Turkish backdoor server. There’s something encrypted buried under the Havana list—some weird metadata…”

Lee Know sighed through his nose, padded barefoot across the floor and crouched beside him, eyes scanning the screen.

“… ‘OSCAR,’” he read aloud.

Jisung leaned in closer, typing furiously. “That name was tagged on the Havana trade manifest. Not as cargo. As the person who signed off Petrov’s transfer. But this doesn’t make sense—there’s no trace of her anywhere. No photo. No paper trail. It’s like someone built a ghost and gave her a name.”

Lee Know stared at the file; expression unreadable for a second. Then he stood, walked behind Jisung, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pressing his lips to the side of his boyfriend’s head.

“You are too sexy to be this stubborn, you know that?”

“I’m trying to focus here.”

“And I’m trying to get you to sleep so you don’t pass out in the middle of a firewall breach tomorrow morning.”

“I said I’m fine—”

Lee Know leaned down and kissed him again. This time slower. Then once more. Again.

Jisung’s fingers slowed on the keys. “Lee Know…”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing.”

“I’m kissing you.”

“Why are you kissing me?”

“Because when reasoning fails, seduction prevails.”

“I hate you.”

“You’re lying.”

“I am lying.”

Lee Know slipped around and gently straddled him on the chair, pressing their lips together properly this time—hands warm against Jisung’s jaw, mouth coaxing the tension out of him in lazy, warm kisses. Jisung gave in with a soft groan, arms looping around his waist.

“Just a minute,” he murmured against Lee Know’s lips.

“Take your time,” he whispered back, dragging the kisses slower, lazier, trailing from his jaw to his neck. “I’ll keep you here till the sun comes up if I have to.”

They didn’t speak after that. They just swayed together in the low light, lost in something too tender for words—breaths mingling, mouths brushing, the tension of espionage fading for a moment into something personal. Familiar.

Then,

PING.

The laptop chimed. Jisung blinked against Lee Know’s collarbone, dazed. “That… was the metadata dump. It decrypted.” Lee Know groaned dramatically and flopped back into the couch, dragging a throw pillow over his face. “If that turns out to be a decoy file, I’m deleting the internet.”

Jisung pulled himself up, adjusted the screen—and then froze. His brows furrowed, fingers hovering above the keys as an image popped up.

“Holy sh—”

“What?” Lee Know sat up. Jisung didn’t look away from the screen. His voice dropped.

“That’s her. Oscar.”

An elegant silhouette in grayscale. No face. But the metadata showed something else: A log of clearance codes used during Operation Nightfall. Signed off… under the name Reynolds.

Lee Know leaned in, eyes narrowing.

“…They’re working together?”

Jisung nodded slowly, jaw clenching. “And they were in Havana.”

---

Rain whispered against the windows of the high-rise apartment, streaking the glass in slanted gray lines. The place was sharp—clean lines, sterile decor, too polished to be personal. Just like the man who lived in it. Reynolds stood in front of the bar, pouring himself something darker than his thoughts. The amber liquid sloshed into the tumbler with a quiet clink of ice. He looked tired. More than tired. Worn. His tie was loosened, top buttons undone, and there was a trembling tension in his jaw that hadn’t been there the day before.

Behind him, Petrov leaned back on the leather armchair like a cat that knew it had nine lives. He wore black, all black, a cigarette lazily perched between his fingers despite the no smoking sign Reynolds always insisted on. His eyes tracked Reynolds like a man who expected a bullet—but wasn't scared of it. “You look like shit,” Petrov said calmly in his thick Russian accent, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling.

“I ran into Oscar last night.”

That got his attention. Petrov straightened, the smirk dissolving from his face like fog. “…She’s here?”

Reynolds turned, drink in hand, and gave him a cold, slow look. “In my goddamn living room, Viktor.”

Petrov held his gaze. “I didn’t call her.”

Reynolds’ voice cracked with low fury. “Bullshit. You compromised the gala. She shook your hand in the middle of gunfire. You were a goddamn beacon.”

“I was saving your operation—”

“You were making yourself the center of it,” Reynolds barked, slamming his glass down on the bar with a sharp crack. “Now she thinks we’ve lost control. She thinks I have. She threatened to light this entire op on fire if I don’t have Bang Chan’s head before the deadline.”

Petrov rose from the chair, the smirk now fully gone. “I swear to you; I didn’t say a word to her. She doesn’t know about Chan. Not from me.”

“She knows enough to show up unannounced,” Reynolds snapped, stalking forward. “And if we don’t get in front of this—if we don’t figure out something, she’ll pull the plug and do it her way. And her way? It’s not clean. It’s not political. It’s nuclear.”

They stood there, the weight of a thousand betrayals thick in the air.

Petrov flicked his ash into the tray, then muttered, “So what now?” Reynolds pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking. Calculating. The mind of a man who'd sold both secrets and souls for survival.

“We give her something,” he said finally. “A breadcrumb. Not Chan. Not yet. But something that makes it look like we’re playing ball. And in the meantime—”

He looked up, eyes sharper than a blade in the cold.

“—we come up with a contingency plan. In case she decides we’re no longer necessary.” Petrov nodded slowly, then lifted his glass.

“To desperate partnerships,” he said dryly. Reynolds didn’t toast. He just turned away, staring out at the rain.

“God help us all if she realizes how far off-script this really is.”

---

Terminal 2, Gate 22, En route to Washington D.C

The check-in line was long, but not noisy. But Y/N wasn’t distracted. Not really. She stood a few paces behind Chan as they waited at security, watching him with that instinctive sharpness she'd honed for years. Something about him was different. Distant. Not cold—but guarded. He hadn’t said more than ten words since they’d left the safehouse.

She watched the tightness in his jaw as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His hand gripped the strap of his bag a little too hard. His lips were set in a firm, unreadable line.

And Y/N, despite every instinct telling her to just play it cool, found herself leaning toward him gently as they passed through the security scanner.

“You alright?” she asked softly, keeping her tone light. “You’ve been weirdly quiet. Not that I’m complaining. It’s just… not your usual kind of quiet.”

Chan looked at her. For a moment, his eyes flickered. Like something inside him softened just enough to let the truth nearly spill out. But instead, he offered a faint smile—a hollow one.

“Just tired,” he said. “Didn’t sleep well.”

“Nightmares or intel?” she teased, her voice playful but careful. He let out a small exhale, neither confirming nor denying. Just moving through the moment like a man carrying too many unspoken truths.

She didn’t press. Not yet. As they approached the gate, their boarding passes beeped and they crossed into the jet bridge, walking side by side in the sterile tunnel that led to the aircraft. The hum of the engines rumbled ahead, but her mind stayed focused on the man next to her.

Maybe it was the look in his eyes. Maybe it was instinct. Or maybe it was that unshakable thread between them—tension, trust, and something else they never had the courage to name. Just before they stepped into the plane, she said, “You know… whatever it is you think I’m hiding from you… maybe just ask me, Chan.”

That stopped him. He turned to her slowly, brows barely lifted, lips parting slightly as if caught off guard. She gave him a small shrug, eyes calm but not challenging. “I’m not saying I don’t have secrets. We all do. But if you want the truth, you can always ask for it. I won’t lie to you.”

That hit harder than it should have.

Because the file still burned in his bag. The truth already stared him in the face, and yet—her voice made him hesitate. Made him doubt. And that scared him more than anything else. He nodded once, eyes dropping to the floor for just a beat too long. Then he stepped into the plane, leaving her to follow behind, unaware that the first real fracture had just begun.

---

The room was dark except for the flickering light from at least six different monitors. Strings of code cascaded like falling rain across black screens. The air smelled faintly of soldered wire and burnt coffee, evidence of Hyunjin's relentless routines. His desk was a chaotic masterpiece: old USBs, passports, a disassembled burner phone, and a half-finished oil painting of a fox that had long since dried unfinished.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes half-lidded, a single cigarette resting between his fingers but never lit. His gaze flickered over the final set of coordinates he’d decrypted an hour ago.

Location: Prague > Departure: DC

Subject: BANG C. / YN

He exhaled sharply through his nose. They were moving faster than expected. With the same elegance he brought to his art, Hyunjin leaned forward and opened a separate interface. His fingers tapped quickly, unlocking a channel so heavily encrypted it would take even the best black hat a week to scrape the metadata. But Oscar? She’d receive the message in seconds.

He clicked the microphone icon and spoke low into it:

> Oscar. Your package is mobile. Destination: Washington D.C. ETA six hours. Suggest containment on landing. You still want the ghost or just the soldier?

He released the mic, leaned back, and pressed SEND. A soft beep confirmed it was received and decrypted. He sat there, motionless, fingers steepled. His eyes didn’t blink for a few seconds. Because despite what he had just done—despite the mask of cold indifference he wore so well—it wasn’t just a mission. Not when it came to her. Not when it came to Y/N.

Hyunjin whispered under his breath, “What the hell are you doing, pretty girl…?”

He was about to pull up the next operation file when another alert blipped in the corner of his primary monitor.

Incoming Message: UNRECOGNIZED KEYCHAIN

Encryption: NERVE Protocol / Red Spider Variant

Location masked

Brows lifted. He hadn’t seen this protocol in years. Only a handful of elite black-market hackers used it. Most of them were ghosts. Off-grid. Untraceable. Curious, he opened the message.

> KALLISTO. I see you. You can paint in Prague, hide in Spain, sip tea in Seoul. But sooner or later, I'm gonna unplug your router and use your bones as Wi-Fi extenders. :) – spider.exe

Hyunjin blinked. Once. Twice. Then he snorted—actually laughed. Loudly.

“Spider.exe?” he muttered. “That’s cute. Very cute.”

He leaned forward and quickly activated three different defense protocols, sealing his connection routes and initiating a trace sweep. Not to find them—he wouldn’t succeed. But to at least see what sort of game they were playing.

He stared at the signature tag of the hacker’s handle again. It was old-school. Reckless. Personal.

“…Who the hell are you?” he whispered, the smile still on his lips, eyes sharpening like a wolf finally smelling blood.

Because someone was watching him.

And even though they were clever… Hyunjin had survived the K.B.V. by being smarter.

---

Jisung leaned back in his chair, legs folded, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up as he spun a pen between his fingers. The laptop screen in front of him still had the encryption pulse active—the same encrypted system he’d used to poke the bear.

Or rather, poke KALLISTO.

Lee Know was somewhere in the background brushing his teeth, humming a tune from that one old K-drama he refused to admit he liked. But Jisung? He was grinning, eyes wide and glinting with mischief as he typed again into the Red Spider interface.

OUTGOING MESSAGE

> Yo Picasso.exe — you draw fast but you paint slow. FYI, I'm the nightmare that crash-lands your Dropbox and plays Baby Shark on loop till you cry in Morse code. Wanna play tag, comrade?

ENCRYPTED SEND > DELIVERED

Beep.

He waited. Not even fifteen seconds. His eyes caught the alert on screen.

INCOMING TRANSMISSION – USER: APOLLO.S13 // KALLISTO

Encryption Signature: Modified Russian VektorShell – Unscramblable

Jisung whistled. “Damn. Old school and expensive…”

Then the message decrypted.

RECEIVED MESSAGE

> Tag requires two players. You don’t ping like NSA, but you’re not FSB either. Your syntax is juvenile, your jokes? American. But your footprint is clean. Too clean. Either you’re new, or you’re very good. So tell me: how long have you been inside my system?

Jisung blinked. “Oh, he thinks I’m inside.”

He cracked his knuckles, rolled his neck, and grinned like a devil in a hoodie. “No idea who I am? Good. Let’s keep it that way.”

He quickly began coding his reply—half jokes, half riddles, all wrapped in a sarcasm sandwich.

OUTGOING MESSAGE

> Define ‘inside.’ Metaphysically? Emotionally? Or spiritually? Because honestly, I’ve been living rent-free in your RAM since you sent Oscar that voice memo. C’mon, Kallisto. Play a little.

Another beat.

Ding.

KALLISTO REPLY – 1:38 RESPONSE TIME

> Cute. But cute things die first. Keep poking, spider. When I find your web, I’m setting it on fire.

Jisung snorted, closing the lid of his laptop slowly like he’d just made eye contact with the final boss of a game. He leaned back further, arms crossed behind his head.

“Oh, he mad mad. Baby boy got attitude.”

Lee Know walked in, towel over his shoulder, frowning. “You’re flirting with Russian hackers at again?”

“…Technically he’s North Korean-trained but, y’know, semantics.”

Lee Know sighed, but smirked. “You’re not gonna tell him who you are?” Jisung grinned. “Nah. Not yet. Let’s see how long it takes Picasso to realize he’s been painting on my canvas.”

---

FLIGHT 297 – SOMEWHERE ABOVE KENTUCKY

Cabin dim, engines humming low, and the soft glow of overhead lights pooling like moonlight around their seats.

Y/N leaned back into her seat, head tilted toward the small window, watching as clouds slithered past in the night sky like pale ghosts. The plane wasn’t packed—just a scattering of sleepy passengers lost in their own silence. She’d been watching Chan from the corner of her eye for about twenty minutes now.

He was quiet. Too quiet. And something about the way he’d been since they left the safehouse was… off. Not cold. Just… calculated. Like he was mentally running risk assessments on everything, including her.

She didn’t press. Not immediately.

But curiosity and survival had a similar itch, and eventually, she turned toward him, voice soft. “So… what’s the plan when we land in D.C.?”

Chan didn’t look up right away. His gaze was fixed on the seat in front of him, fingers tapping rhythmically against the fold-down tray. Then, slowly, he shifted in his seat, casting her a quick glance before leaning a bit closer.

“Friend’s place,” he said simply, voice low. “Guy I trust. His name’s Changbin.”

Y/N’s spine straightened by less than a millimeter. Her eyes didn’t blink. Her breath didn’t skip. But something in her stomach knotted.

CIA.

She knew the name. Not from files, but whispers. Operation Scarfall. Beirut. The Berlin Deviation. He was the CIA handler you didn’t want to get on the bad side of. And he was close to Chan?

Shit.

But her face? A masterpiece. She smiled gently. “How close are we talking?” Chan exhaled a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “He almost got me court-martialed on my first inter-agency mission. Gave me hell for three weeks because I mislabeled a cipher doc.”

Y/N blinked. “Sounds like a great first date.”

Chan gave her a look, one that almost held a smile—almost. “He earned my trust the same way I earned his. We nearly died pulling each other out of a blown-out building in Benghazi. Haven’t been able to get rid of him since.”

Y/N nodded slowly, still pretending. Still sweet. Still the Y/N he thinks he knows. “And you think he’s the best place to start?”

“He’s not just a friend,” Chan said, voice flattening slightly. “He’s a fixer. Quiet but connected. If there’s anything left buried in D.C., Changbin can dig it up, burn it, and sell the ashes to the highest bidder.”

Y/N tucked that away. Filed it next to “Find a way to keep Changbin at arm’s length.” Chan’s eyes narrowed slightly, scanning her features. “Don’t worry. I’ll be the one to break the situation down to him.”

“Situation?”

He hesitated. “You. The mission. All of it.”

“Ah.” She crossed one leg over the other, lips curling into a soft smirk. “You think he’s not already ten steps ahead?” Chan scoffed lightly. “He probably is. He’s probably listening to this conversation right now. But I owe him the explanation anyway.”

She nodded, turning her gaze back to the window, watching the lights of a city far below flicker like dying stars. And deep inside—beneath the calm, beneath the softness—she wondered:

How long could she keep playing this game? Because it wasn’t just Chan anymore. It was CIA. And Changbin. The man who once interrogated KALLISTO in a shipping crate in Kaliningrad.

This was going to get messy.

REAGAN NATIONAL AIRPORT – WASHINGTON, D.C.

The air is heavy with dew and anticipation. The city sleeps—restless and unaware.

The plane’s wheels kissed the tarmac with a soft, tired bounce, jostling the passengers gently awake. Cabin lights blinked on fully, casting shadows over drawn faces and travel-weary limbs. Y/N stirred beside Chan, stretching subtly as the pilot's voice crackled overhead, welcoming them to the District of Columbia.

They moved in silence, the kind bred not of awkwardness but of focus—of sharpening blades before the next fight.

Baggage claim was a ghost town, the conveyor belt humming like a tired lullaby. Their duffels arrived quickly—black, nondescript, and heavy with secrets. Chan hoisted his without strain, glancing once over his shoulder as Y/N lifted hers. Always watching. Always calculating.

Outside, the chill was sharper than expected, the kind that bit through jackets and whispered of coming storms. Chan stepped a few paces away from her to the curb, phone in hand, raising it to call a cab. And that’s when her phone pinged.

One message. Unknown number.

Encrypted tag: MirrorOp-11.

She unlocked it, frowning faintly as the screen displayed:

> The spider’s getting closer to the web.

Better check your corners. – K

Her breath hitched just slightly—barely, but Chan caught it.

Unbeknownst to her, as she tilted the screen just slightly for a better read, he caught the top of the message from over her shoulder. His gaze flickered, lips twitching into a slow, almost amused smile.

Kallisto.

He knew that message wasn't from just anyone. And "the spider"? It was one of Jisung's oldest hacker tags—playful, dangerous, elusive. The digital equivalent of a red laser pointer and a loaded gun. Still pretending not to have seen a thing, Chan turned and flagged down a taxi with an easy wave, his voice calm.

“Over here.”

The yellow cab rolled up with a tired groan, headlights splashing across their faces. He opened the door for her first like always, and she slid in, her phone slipping into her coat pocket. Chan followed and closed the door behind them, then leaned in to the driver.

“Northwest. 14th and T Street,” he said smoothly. The driver gave a nod and pulled out into the sleepy city streets, tires whispering over damp asphalt.

Y/N’s expression was mostly neutral, but Chan didn’t miss the subtle tension in her posture, the tight hold on the strap of her bag, the way her eyes darted once to the rearview mirror, checking for tails out of habit.

“You okay?” he asked casually, glancing sideways at her. His voice had that soft, worn edge like coffee at dawn. “You looked like you saw a ghost back there.”

Y/N turned to him, lips already lifting into a gentle, practiced smile. “Yeah,” she replied easily. “Just... tired.”

He tilted his head, studying her just a beat longer than necessary, then nodded. “Of course,” he said, leaning back against the seat. “You’ve been through hell.” His tone was comforting. Reassuring. The protective leader. But his thoughts?

If you only knew what I saw.

If you only knew who I’m talking to. And what we’re building behind the curtain. The cab turned onto a main road, headlights cutting through fog, and the Capitol slowly began to rise like a giant in the distance watching them.

And Y/N?

She pressed her lips together and glanced down at her phone once more. She didn’t reply to the message.

Not yet.

Because suddenly…

It felt like someone else was watching the spider too.

---

The taxi hummed quietly as it pulled up in front of a narrow street lined with quiet row houses modest, but timeless. Each brick home had the same bones but showed off its own personality: a windchime here, mismatched flower pots there, paint chipping in just the right way. And in front of one—olive green door, cracked white trim—was where Chan told the driver to stop.

“Here,” he muttered, already reaching for his wallet.

Y/N stepped out first, stretching her arms with a quiet sigh as Chan paid the driver. The morning air was still cool, birds chirping overhead in the sleepy hum of D.C. suburbia. They looked like tourists, really. Two travelers with their bags and fatigue under their eyes. Nothing suspicious. Nothing wild. Just two people with too much history tucked into carry-ons.

As the car drove off and the sound of its tires faded, Chan walked up to the doorstep and gave three sharp knocks against the wood. There was a pause. Then footsteps. A shuffle. The squeak of a hinge and the door cracked open.

“Jesus Christ,” came a voice, deep and raspy, still thick with morning. “Who the hell fucked you?”

Chan barked out a laugh. “Real welcoming, Bin.”

“Hey,” Changbin grinned, stepping back so they could see him fully. He was barefoot in sweatpants and a black tee, hair messy, a toothbrush still in his mouth like a cigarette. “Had to be said. You look like a war crime.”

“I was a war crime,” Chan said with a smirk. “Come on, Y/N.”

Y/N stepped forward cautiously, bag slung over one shoulder, eyes darting over Changbin with subtle appraisal. She recognized the CIA air before he even spoke—calculated eyes, compact build, that low hum of suspicion always thrumming under the surface.

Changbin blinked at her. “And you are…?”

Chan shifted beside her. “FBI. She found me.”

There was a beat. Then Changbin’s lips twitched.

“A she found you?” he said, brow raised. “Damn, low blow, bro. I thought the Ghost of Langley would be found by some tatted-up Russian or an old white guy named Walter, but this—?” He let out a breathy laugh. “Nah, I like this better.”

Chan rolled his eyes and flipped him off as he crossed the threshold. “Eat shit.”

“Already did. The yogurt expired two days ago,” Changbin shot back, closing the door behind them with a heavy clunk and twisting the locks. He looked back at them. “Make yourselves at home. Couch is yours. Kitchen’s to the right. Don’t touch my protein powder or we fight.”

Y/N smiled politely, easing her bag down by the wall. The space was cozy in that ex-operative kind of way—bare walls, sturdy furniture, hidden cameras in the corner if you looked hard enough. Homey... if your version of home came with bulletproof blinds.

Chan looked over at Changbin again, that subtle softness tugging at the edge of his mouth.

“I missed you, bro.”

That wasn’t something they said easily. Not in this world. Not unless they meant it. Changbin’s expression flickered. “Yeah, well… you better’ve. I had to watch your name bounce through six different kill lists like a damn ping pong tournament.” He crossed over and pulled Chan into a half hug, the kind where you clap each other’s backs hard enough to bruise. “Good to see you in one piece, man.”

“You too.” Chan stepped back, grinning. “How’s your girl?”

Changbin snorted, dragging a hand through his hair. “Mad at me. Thinks I took a late-night op to avoid therapy again.”

“Did you?”

“Obviously.” He gave a shrug like: what’s a man to do? “She’ll forgive me. Eventually. I bought her a plant.” Chan shook his head with a smile. “You’re gonna die in your sleep.”

“Probably. At least I’ll die pretty.”

And just like that, the door to safety had shut behind them but the door to strategy, to planning, to war, had quietly opened. And no one said it aloud yet, but it was there in the glances, the sighs, the heaviness behind every word.

Because this wasn’t just a safe house.

This was the first chess move.

I can't wait for my lovely blue to see this 😙

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[04:58 pm] ♡ poly!stray kids

gn!reader | suggestive | mainly hyunbinisung, but heavy backround poly | made with @wonsheep's help <3

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there is a fistful of grass behind your home. It broke out from under the concrete. in your opinion, it’s traditional, full value grass, which is very great! right now, you need to touch some grass, and this is the closest to the apartment.

you walk out the door, go round the building, and there you are. healthy green grass fibre.

you sit down ceremoniously, hold out your hand and caress the plant. a deep breath and you close your eyes.

changbin’s impressive diversity. his tight muscles. oh, those strong– enough!

you concentrate on the feel of the grass. you imagine that you take its peace through your fingertips, and in return, you give your naughty, wild memories and thoughts, so nature can bury them into the concrete.

steps. you look behind yourself. hyunjin is getting closer.

“i came for the grass, too,” he says.

he takes a seat next to you, and he isn’t joking. it seems he wants to reach a level of mindfulness as you did a little earlier, then he holds out his hand. you touch the fibres with only two fingers now to give some place for your boyfriend. either way, you are in contact, and with his pinky touching your middle finger, lightning sparks through your arm.

hyunjin pats his side gloomily. “it’s not working.”

“wanna talk about it?” you recommend.

“i don’t know,” he looks at your fingers caressing grass, then at your face again.

you shake your head. “go ahead. i can handle it.”

“fine.” he sits closer to you, creating a more intimate situation. “i was searching for my toothbrush. that’s what happened. but i didn’t find it. then jisung peaked out from behind the shower curtain, and said that it is likely that he accidentally mixed up mine with his. his mouth was smeared with toothpaste, and at the edge a toothbrush was hanging out. but from the moment i saw him, i didn’t care about my toothbrush,” he licks his lips. “holy jesus. water cascaded down on his muscles and tiny waist and, and his tattoos, and he looked at me so remorsefully as if my biggest problem could have still been that stupid toothbrush when he was fully naked in front of me...”

you gulp.

“wow.”

your assumption was wrong. you can’t handle it. and now there is not enough green zone and jungle in the whole world that would be able to expel the picture of jisung from your mind. nevertheless, you stay there, hanging onto the lil’ patch of grass, because you can still get rid of your fantasies about changbin here.

probably.

hopefully.

you just need to get in the right flow and mindset.

“and why are you here?” asks hyunjin.

“oh, i was in the living room. changbin and i tried to guess what minho was making in the kitchen. then seungmin walked in. up until then, everything had been alright. i was cuddling changbin, and he was like a fairy prince.”

hyunjin nods, he knows exactly how changbin is when he is enthusiastic, adorable and cuddly.

“seungmin started to tease him with his words, and changbin slowly transformed. i don’t have better words, that’s the reaction seungmin gets out of him. changbin pulled away from me and grabbed seungmin, pulling seungmin down on his lap. and he held seungmin's head up by his jaw, uhm, something like that.”

“uhuh.”

“he also whispered something into seungmin's ear, which made seungmin blush, but he was still grinning like he won the lottery. it made me wonder whether being grabbed and manhandled by changbin can feel that goo–”

“yeah, it’s that good,” hyunjin chimes in.

you furrow your brows, he smirks mischievously, and your head is suddenly full of images. memories of how hyunjin dominates changbin, and ideas of how it is sometimes reversed, with changbin holding hyunjin in place with his strength. and as if he was a late guest from this party, jisung also appears in your mind as hyunjin painted him with his words: only wearing the toothbrush.

oh, great heavens. you shoo hyunjin’s hands away from the grass so you can rest your forehead on the plant.

hyunjin giggles.

“go away, you unsalvageable!”

“let go of the grass, and i’ll help you.”

you shoot him a suspicious glance.

“you heard me. i know a method that can help us.”

he stands up, dusts off his jeans, then holds out a hand for you. “so? are you giving up like me?” 

you take his hand, and you also come to terms with your weakness. usually the green patch has a good effect on you, but touching your boyfriends is still better than touching grass.

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[awooghan]

[11:41 pm] ✧.* l.mh

➳ PAIRING: lee know x gn!reader

➳ GENRE: fluff, slice of life, silent/mutual pining, friends to (implied) lovers

➳ WARNINGS: none, just tooth-rotting fluff and simp!lino :]

➳ WORD COUNT: 1k exactly which is a bit long for a timestamp but are we surprised

➳ SUMMARY: you and minho are out with your friends one night. minho notices you won't leave his side.

➳ NOTES: wow i actually completed a fic and it wasn't for christmas LOL hope you enjoy <3 also i know the banner is lee know in a puffy coat but this is supposed to be a summer night timestamp and this was the closest photo i could find 😭 (and as always ty @ujimoo for helping me make a banner)

➳ SONG REC: headliner (seventeen)

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“Ah, Y/N…” Minho says, lightly nudging you. “When are you gonna get off me?”

His voice, flat but gentle, cuts through the air around you, making the crickets chirping nearby sound like a mere pin drop. He doesn’t mean to sound rude, though his tone alone would have raised the eyebrows of strangers passing by. Luckily, there aren’t many people around to spare him weird glances this late at night.

It’s a genuine question, though. Instead of stomping around on the playground down the slope with your friends, you have effectively trapped Minho next to you atop a nearby hill. Your legs are outstretched before you, your shoes innocently tapping against his as you rock your feet side to side. Your arm sits comfortably next to his, and your head rests on his shoulder. He’s all but stuck now, like sap on a maple tree in January, and if you don’t move soon, he’ll be doomed to spend the rest of the night here in the grass.

He feels you shrug next to him.

“Hmm?” Minho hums. His eyes widen just slightly as you scoot closer. Your hand brushes against his, and your fingers lazily drum a pattern into the warm earth below you. He tries to ignore this and pokes you repeatedly in the arm.

“Come onnnn…” he says. “When are you gonna get up?”

Your quiet “I dunno” in response fills his ears.

“What do you meeeaaann, ‘I dunno’?” He makes a show of rolling his eyes, then clicks his tongue. “Why don’t you wanna get up, hmm?”

A scream echoes through the park and makes Minho look up for a moment. Changbin’s short figure flies through the air, his arms flailing. The swing behind him rocks erratically as he falls onto the mulch with a thud. Wooyoung points and cackles loudly from the swing next to him, but quickly lets out a shriek of his own and grips onto the metal chains. Further right, Jungwoo and Chaeryeong’s silhouettes chase each other around on the main playground equipment. Lampposts at the edge of the playground cast a dim yellow glow across the space, like the ones in retro film recordings. Minho can imagine the little “PLAY” icon floating at the top left of the scene, blinking periodically several feet above the dark blue awning.

He feels a light tap against his shoe again.

“Owww!” Minho feigns a cry. He picks up his feet and swipes them away from you in one swift move, the corners of his lips pulling down in an exaggerated pout. “Y/N, that hurt~ how dare you…” 

Looking back at you, you’re mindlessly clicking your feet against each other, and you’re still all cuddled up on his shoulder. His heart thumps a little louder in his chest when you shove your head closer to him.

“Yah, Y/N…”

“Hmm...” Your soft hum comes out more as a statement than a reply.

You flutter your eyes closed, your lashes gently batting against your skin. He heaves out a sigh, and the warm breeze tickles his cheeks with a light blush. It seems to have more mercy on you, though, as it delicately brushes your stray hairs away from your forehead, framing your face perfectly. Almost too perfectly. The crickets blend into the quiet air as he takes in the sight.

“Hey…” Minho tries one more time. He tilts his head slightly as he gazes at you. “Why don’t you get up? Our friends are waiting.”

The breeze picks up for just a moment, making you scrunch up your nose. Minho gestures down the hill. It’s getting more difficult to look away from you. “See?” he continues. “Playground's right over there. ‘S loads more fun than I am.”

Another shriek rings out from the playground area. Chaeryeong lies in an awkward position at the bottom of the slide. The wind picks up again at the same time, whistling against Minho’s ears right as Chaeryeong yells something at Jungwoo. All he can make out is another scream as Jungwoo tumbles down the slide and knocks Chaeryeong onto the gravel.

But a light tap sings louder to Minho than all of it.

Looking back at you, his eyes trace down, stopping where your fingers meet his arm. As light as a hummingbird’s wing beat, your fingers tap across his forearm and leave a path of spreading warmth in their wake. They seem to float in the air as they skip further down. Your touch, so faint and gentle, nearly lulls him to sleep. He lets his eyes fall shut.

It’s like Minho is at the beach for a moment, and your fingers brushing against his skin are the ocean waves calmly swaying over his feet. Then, he feels a sudden blast as a tidal wave crashes over him, its currents pulling him under and leaving him unable to breathe. His eyes snap open and right toward the spot where your hand has come to a gentle rest over the top of his own.

Minho’s eyes meet your soft ones. Your head is still comfortably nestled on his shoulder, and your cheeks seem to glow in the dark when you smile at him. For a moment, perhaps a moment too long, time comes to a still as he takes you in, watching you slowly melt into his side. You look so at peace, and he dare not disturb you, despite his urge to spring up and run down the hill and scream at Changbin. Thankfully, he’s too engrossed in the feeling of your hand on top of his to even try. He thanks his lucky stars once more that you’re also looking down at your hands, so you can’t notice the blood rushing to the tips of his ears.

Slowly, he spreads his fingers and gently threads them with yours. He glances at you, then looks down at his lap, a shy smile finally forming on his lips.

“Ah…” he says softly. “ Our friends can wait a little.”

[cosmicalily]

3:26pm with seo changbin - a @cosmicalily timestamp

author’s note: thank you all for waiting for this one! she's short, but very, very sweet :)

“You good?” Changbin asked, looking at you worriedly from the hallway. He was sweaty from the gym, his black tank top clinging to his chest and a little out of breath. Normally, you’d absolutely inhale him in this condition, hands all over him, pressing adoring kisses on his cheeks, lips and nose. 

Yet, you remained flat on the couch, as if he wasn’t even there. 

He couldn’t help but feel his ego deflate a little at your ignorance.

“Head hurts,” you groaned, hands covering your eyes.

Ah. Changbin knew this version of you well.

“I’m going to take this from you,” he said, pulling your phone out from under your back and setting it on the table. “Have you had any water? Any food?” He reached to pull your hands from your eyes, smiling at you comfortingly.

You pouted at his questions. “No,” you huffed. 

“And this headache just magically manifested itself, not because you’ve starved and dehydrated yourself this whole morning?”

“Yes,” you replied firmly, hands reaching up to squeeze his arms. Your fingers trailed down to his hands, which you interlinked with yours. He gently rubbed soft circles into your palm, kneeling beside the sofa.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he replied, letting go of one of your hands to stroke your forehead lovingly. “Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yeah. It’s a bit better now, though.”

“Because your favourite boy in the whole world just got home?”

“Shush. Can I lie down on your chest?”

Changbin chuckled. “Sure, once you’ve had a glass of water. You can lie on me while we decide what you’re gonna eat for a very late lunch, okay?”

“Okay.”

You pulled yourself off the couch, going to the kitchen and downing a glass of water as quickly as possible, motivated by the anticipation of a full body cuddle. When you returned, Changbin laid himself down on his back, then climbed on top of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around your waist, kissing your forehead softly as you nestled into his skin.

“I’m sweaty, you don’t mind?”

“I like it.”

“Freak,” Changbin laughed. 

The two of you laid on the sofa, bodies tightly pressed against each other. He felt you snuffle a little against his neck, and soon enough, your breaths rose and fell gently. 

And oh, even if you’d entirely self-inflicted this state of irritation and pain, his heart only softened more at your vulnerability when you were like this. Something about how simple love was during moments like this, how all you wanted was him, even if your biological needs were far more complex.

It was sweet. In the same conditions, he was sure he’d pick you above anything else a thousand times.

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A/N : Picture credit goes to the owner.

• You and Chan had just moved in together at a luxurious apartment in Gangnam, which was one of the most posh neighbourhoods of Seoul. The day had been exhausting to say the least, with the constant bringing in of countless boxes by you, Chan and the men from the packers and movers company.

• You were relieved when the day was finally over and the last box was brought in and kept aside, ready to be unpacked and its contents to be placed in their right places within the next few days.

• You opened the large glass windows and breathed in the fresh air after you took a shower. Chan came and stood next to you, wearing a black tank top, his arms on display, which made you blush a bit but you hid it well.

• "Finally our own place huh ?", he said, pulling you into a side hug, his hands sliding around your waist.

• "Yes, this apartment is really gorgeous and look at the view. The night lights make it even more ethereal. Imagine the view from a flight that takes off at night",you say excitedly, clearly enamoured with your shared space and the glorious view it offered.

• But despite the beauty of the freshly painted apartment, what mattered most to you was who you shared the space with and there was no one else you'd rather share the place with than Chan, it was a personal escape from the world for the both of you to be with each other in peace.

• "Hey Y/N I have ordered some food for us, collect it yeah ?" and with that, he kissed your forehead one last time before hopping into the shower to get rid of the sweat and the ache in his limbs with the help of some hot water.

• You sat down on the bed and started scrolling through your phone, when you noticed something with the corner of your eye. From one of the boxes peeked out a tiny grey ear and you breathed a sigh of relief.

• Ahh my wolf Chan plushie, you thought , thank goodness, I thought I had forgotten it. Come here baby, you murmured before opening the box and taking out your favourite plushie. It was wolf Chan afterall.

• You hugged the plushie with a huge smile on your face, before hopping on the bed and cuddling with it under the blanket while scrolling through your phone. You made sure the plushie was under the blanket too as according to you it probably would feel cold too.

• Before long, the exhaustion of the day caught up to you and you were fast asleep, but still hugging Wolf Chan like you life depended on it.

• Chan, having finally done with his showering stepped out into the room, wiping water droplets from his dark brown hair with his white towel stopped in his tracks with his eyebrows raised at first but then softened, when he saw the scene in front of his eyes.

• You were asleep comfortably wrapped under the blanket and wait - you were cuddling with Wolf Chan ?

• He didn't even know you had a plushie, let alone a Wolf Chan one and neither had you told him. He felt a little shy yet bashful and he smiled at the sight, his dimples showing. She has a Wolf Chan plushie oh my goodness, why didn't she tell me ? Look at her, he thought, cuddling with no other than my character, MY CHARACTER. Ahhh my heart. The sight of you hugging his SKZoo made his heart swell. He quickly took a picture of you in that sleepy state. He was so going to look at that picture later a thousand times.

• He was so heart-eyed that he had completely forgotten that he had to wear a shirt, he got onto the bed and bent down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

• The bed dipped due to his weight, which somehow woke you up. You looked up, one eye open, to see Chan's face so close to yours.

• "Hey Channie, did the food arrive ? Sorry I fell asleep. I know you told me to collect it".

• "Shh there's still some to go until the food arrives I guess. But what's that ?", he smirked and you followed his gaze to see your Wolf Chan plushie, it's face peeking out from under the blanket.

• "Oh haha it's my uh ... plushie ? Your character I mean. I have had it for a few years now. Too adorable isn't it", you say as you booped the plushie's little black nose. "Maybe even more adorable than you Channie", you winked.

• "More adorable than me ? Wow Y/N I'm really hurt right now. You've got the real live version and yet all your love goes to Wolf Chan. Looks like I've got competition, that too a plushie huh. I've been demoted to second place now by a mere plushie. Looks like Wolf Chan is getting all of the cuddles tonight. Some lover you are", he said dramatically, pretending to be hurt.

• "Jealous of your own character dummy ?", you asked, poking his cheeks. "Jealous ? Who ? Me ? Nah I'm the real deal babe. I might not have a cute little wolf face, but at least I got dimples and they're cuter", he said, with a slight pout.

• "Ok ok I'm sold", you said as you put the Wolf Chan plushie on his bare chest, covering Chan and Wolf Chan with the blanket as you snuggled closer to his body, you head on his shoulder and your arms around his torso on which lay Wolf Chan, now you could feel the warmth of his chest. "I'll cuddle with both. Happy ?", you ask.

• "You're lucky I love you. I guess I'll share you with Wolf Chan ... for now at least".

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[atiny-for-life]

Today's Iconic-Clip-Origin:

The Hongjoong/Bang Chan blind date is immensely famous to this day among StayTinys, especially since they were both acting like two struggling single fathers:

You can watch the full date here (video timestamped):

But aside from this clip, Kingdom also provided:

A Seonghwa/Minho and Wooyoung/Felix "date":

Eungwang being utterly endeared by Jongho who is being exceptionally adorable, plus a Jongho/Seungmin "date":

Changbin/Wooyoung as MC duo embarrassing their leaders:

Ateez being cheerleaders:

Ateez's unfiltered reactions to the Boyz' beauty:

Yeosang being a cute little cheater (the reactions in the back lmao):

Hongjoong getting betrayed by gravity - right in the appendix (San's stance ölaksjdfölaks):

ft. Minho's schadenfreude

Wooyoung on destruction mode in the semi-finals (he almost made it though!):

Wooyoung becoming speed incarnate (ft. the cutest winning huddle):

And, of course, it gave us a ton of breathtaking performances:

[1dwaekki]

Hi, I’m new to tumblr. I saw your page and loved it. I found something that could possibly be clipped.

If you’d like to clip these from the live countdown they did for their new HOP album, here’s the link and timestamps.

Sorry no sneezes, but there were some coughs and throat clears. Mainly from Hyunjin, but at least we got a couple from Binnie, too.

The question marks mean I couldn’t tell who it was, but maybe you will.

Anyways, I hope you like what I found. ☺️

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GLyk_ZEq0v4&pp=ygUTc3RyYXkga2lkcyBob3AgbGl2ZQ%3D%3D

6:41 Han?

6:44 Hyunjin

8:11 Hyunjin

16:43 Hyunjin

31:07 Changbin

42:08 Changbin

43:21 Felix?

46:25 Bangchan (throat clear)

47:56 Bangchan (throat clear)

56:51 ??

Changbin (and skz) cough

Omg well done for finding and timstamping all of these 😭😭 I'm so grateful to have another person sending me asks and I'm glad you love my page 🥹 Welcome to the community and I'm looking forward to watching ANY of your finds in the future, honestly send me anything 💕💕

Also so sorry but I don't know how/am too lazy to figure out how to compile all of the clips so I'm just clipping and posting my favourite one 🥲 I really though Felix was going to rub his back but he actually was removing his arm from around him LMFAO. My ult has such a dramatic cough 💀💀