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kwanisms · 10 months

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Stranded for the Holidays Collab

➮ a stray kids & ateez writer collaboration

The holidays are typically about family, friends, and gatherings but sometimes it also means inclimate weather and forces beyond our control running amok and ruining what's meant to be a joyous time. So here are 16 stories about being stranded during the holidays brought to you by 9 amazing writers; @anyamaris , @millennial-fangirl , @twisted-tales-of-all , @yoonguurt , @kpop-stories-21 , @staytinyville , @skyechild , @stardragongalaxy , & myself.

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❅ Swiss Holiday by Booki

➮ best friend's brother!Yunho × f!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 21.4k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: All throughout her formative years, Y/N has always harbored a bit of a crush on her best friend’s brother, Yunho. Having not seen him for years, she doesn’t expect those feelings to come back when she joins the Jeong’s on a family trip to a cabin in the Alps for the holiday. When she meets Yunho and his girlfriend, she’s hopeful that she can finally move on.

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❅ Purrfect Company by Anya

➮ cafe owner!Minho × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜��𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.7k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Working at a cat cafe has its perks, but your sarcastic boss Minho is definitely not one of them. Despite it being the holidays, you have no one to spend it with so you’ve volunteered to take the shift at the cafe on Christmas eve. A power outage and a surprise visit from your seemingly rigid boss has you discovering things you’d never have known otherwise. Maybe Minho has a softer side than you’d realized.

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❅ Room 25: a Christmas Love Story by Liz

➮ idol!Changbin × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Changbin is enjoying his Christmas break from Stray Kids and life. He checks into a ski resort. He runs to an old hometown friend. Who is working at the resort. One can surmise it turns into a Christmas romance.

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❅ Bittersweet Holiday by Sar

➮ Hongjoong × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Christmas has always been yours and Hongjoong's favorite holiday. After all, it was on Devember 24th four years ago that the two of you became husband and wife. But this year is different; not only will it be the last one you celebrate with Hongjoong, it will be the last one you celebrate period. And you can't think of a better place to be when things happen than snowed in with your husband at your family's mountain cabin.

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❅ Just as the Kids Predicted by Jay

➮ Jeongin × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When the new student mentor catches first-grade teacher Mr. Yang's eyes, he tries to keep his crush to a minimum. However, then they get too drunk at the annual holiday party and confess their feels for him as he drives them home, he begins making moves, and a snowstorm during a staff-only workday helps them move things along even faster.

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❅ This Isn't Grey's Anatomy by Kay

➮ Seungmin × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.8k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Working the night shift at the hospital has always been easy for Y/N because most often than not, everyone eas asleep and there wasn't much she needed to do. However, when she gets Seungmin as a patient because he has bronchitis, her chill nights were anything but chill. With the heating system working slowly, there was only so much blankets could do to heat up the body.

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❅ Crafting Christmas by Sky

➮ single dad!San × f!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 15.2k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a failed relationship and an ailing mother forces Y/N to move back to her hometown, despite not wanting to. She knows in her heart that everything will be the same as the day she left. Nothing ever changes in a small town... except when it does. A new neighbor, a new hardware store, and two new additions to two will bring the holiday magic into Y/N's life. The question is, will the magic stay or will the Ghost of Christmas Past ruin everything?

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❅ Home for the Holidays by Mio

➮ Seonghwa × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.7

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Seonghwa comes gome early the day before Christmas Eve to surprise you, and with the roads being closed to all the snow you were not expecting anyone at your door at 9pm.

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❅ Naughty or Nice: a Complicated Christmas Story by Liz

➮ Mingi × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Mingi and you broke off a week before Christmas and was due to get the rest of his stuff on Christmas Eve. Was he being cruel in picking it up on that day, both his and your favorite holiday. Or was he trying to get back together? Either way, you would get your answer since you're now snowed in.

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❅ Snow Stars by Haru

➮ Wooyoung × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: On vacation for the holidays, a break from all the busy times have left you feeling under the weather. What better way to warm you up and get better than the brightest star in your heart?

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❅ A Boyfriend for Christmas by Sar

➮ Jisung × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Telling your parents you had a boyfriend always kept them off your back about settling down. Now that they're coming up for Christmas, your lie is about to be exposed and you begin to panic. Luckily, Fate takes pity on you and has you running into a cute barista who captures your heart immediately.

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❅ Frauds and Festivities by Jay

➮ Jongho × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.3k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and your boyfriend have been drifting away for the past couple of weeks. It's god-awful timing though, as the planned holiday trip with your friends creeps around the corner. After deciding to stick it out through the holidays, you manage to get on each other's nerves more than ever before, but you must keep up the act.

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❅ Less Than Perfect by Anya

➮ boyfriend!Yeosang × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.5k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your boyfriend Yeosang has planned the most amazing vacation for the two of you over the Christmas holiday. While the journey starts out fine, you both find yourselves in a small town with car troubles and no mechanic to fix it because of the holiday. What should have been a perfectly planned vacation turns into everything going wrong, or so your boyfriend thinks. It could just be that perfect isn’t what you’re looking for.

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❅ the Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Sky

➮ Chris × f!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 9.6k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Christmas this, Christmas that. The "most wonderful time of the year" is not how Y/N would describe it. Sure, it used to be a magical time full of happiness and love, but she let that belief go years ago. Christmas is all about how much money you spend on someone and making yourself look good to outsiders. Snow is wet and everything is cold during this time of year; makes everything gross. Her best friend is tired of have the Grinch as a roommate, especially when he remembers what it was like when she loved Christmas. This year he finally decides that it's time to bring the magic back into her life. And maybe that magic will bring a little love with it.

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❅ Ghost of the Past by Booki

➮ ex!Hyunjin × f!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 20.1k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N never expected to run into her ex again, especially not at a holiday party of all places. Nor did she expect for him to offer to drive her home when her ride bails on her. She definitely did not expect Hyunjin’s car to get stuck in the snow and for them to have to spend the night at an elderly couple’s house where they, unsurprisingly, have to share a room and even more unsurprisingly, there’s only one bed.

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❅ Holiday Warmth by Haru

➮ Felix × reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after bring snowed in from the winter storm and your friends in neighboring cabins, what better way to pass the time as the countdown to Christmas is near.

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aclowntiny · 10 months

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Skz as type of dads? 🥹

CRYING YES QUEEN/KING/MONARCH 👑🥹 kept this open for the kids to be biological or adopted or perhaps some of both for all family types 🥰 plus I’m a huge supporter of adoption personally hehe

Today is US Thanksgiving but fuck that ‘holiday’ here’s a post 🤙🏻

Stray Kids as Dads

Bang Chan

♡ Such a caring and protective dad, like his kids will never get hurt on his watch or his name isn’t Christopher Bang

♡ Being an eldest brother, he’s an absolute champ caring for them, like the moment they’re born he’s rolling up his sleeves and helping out, screw gender norms or the idea of the dad not helping. Being present with his children is a joy and honor.

♡ Would probably like the idea of a mid-sized family, probably a family of three like he had! Still manageable but no one’s lonely or received unfairly high expectations. Especially if they end up being closer in age, that’s ok because they’ll get along better instead of being teens enlisted to care for a baby or something of the like.

♡ Such a multi-talented man is a wonderful mentor to any interests the kids have, easily able to foster and participate in nearly any hobby- sports, singing, dance, acting, playing instruments, you name it!

♡ I can so see him loving to run around with the kids on his shoulders, grinning at the way they laugh and coming up with all sorts of vehicles and steeds to be, whether they want a spaceship ride, a horsie, a plane, or a dragon! Absolutely soft for their pleading to indulge their play.

♡ As a boy dad, Chris views it as super important to model what it truly means to be a man- no toxic masculinity here though! He treats you like royalty so his son(s) know how to treat and provide for their partner someday. He teaches them to fight for what they believe in and be brave. Many of the same things are true for girls, too, but he treats them like absolute princess(ess) too to make sure they don't settle for any less from a man! Indulges dress-up and teaching them martial arts alike because they're his princess(es) but also they must be protected and unafraid to fight back! No one gets the better of his babies!

Lee Know

♡ Acts like he’s got everything under control, but on the inside he’s freaking out a little 🤏🏻

♡ Proud dad OMG. Every milestone and first that gets experienced, he is sharing it and telling everyone even if it’s completely normal. Like crawling for the first time? Amazing. Absolutely stellar. That’s his kid, you know.

♡ Leans more toward a smaller family like he had, maybe one or two children…and the cats, of course! He adores the idea of being able to pour all the love and care into his little family and give extra attention to you and the kid(s).

♡ Loves kitchen time with your kid(s), doing anything remotely dangerous like cutting or frying on his own but otherwise giving them near free reign! It's messy, sure, but it's also a life skill and a way they can provide for others in the future, too. Minho's kid(s) will appreciate the effort and quality that can go into meals for sure.

♡ Can be firm when he needs to be, but it's mainly in situations where they show any form of disrespect or intolerance. Beyond being happy and loved, he wants his kids to be beacons of love to everyone they meet, and that starts with teaching them that being a bully is never ok, even if it's to an annoying sibling or cousin.

♡ Boy or girl, he’s making a dancing machine out of that kid(s)! I mean, he won’t force them or anything but absolutely indulges it and becomes their biggest coach if they have any interest in dance or choreography. With a girl he’d be so soft when he twirls her and lets her stand on his feet to slow dance, a smile across his face the whole time. His son would be busting idol moves at a very young age 😎

Changbin

♡ His affection toward you increases tenfold if that's even possible once you two are starting a family! And that carries over into the kids for sure.

♡ Honestly the sappiest and goofiest dad, like he won't go a single day without telling his kids he loves them, often in a cutesy voice. Plays with them and gets down to their level so well and gets so invested in any make believe they do.

♡ The idea of having a big family is cute to him, so numbers like four or five don't scare him! But he can be talked down if you like too- Changbin mostly just wants his kid to grow up with at least one sibling like he did.

♡ Playground days are a must for him- heck, he'll be right there going down the slide with little ones in his arms and spinning on the merry-go-round with eager squeals of his own. Becomes their own personal playground, having them hang off of his arms and spin. You have so many silly pictures of them like that.

♡ Plushie theatre! Changbin will act out the most elaborate scenes with teddy bears and stuffed dogs on leashes and anything else provided to him and he will take it as seriously as if he was reciting Shakespeare. May even play music to set the scene. The kiddos laugh so hard and just eat it up every time.

♡ Has the perfect balance to be a boy and girl dad. Lets his daughters put makeup and bows on him with the biggest sappy grin and asks if he looks pretty, then turns around and plays drill sergeant with the boys. Half-jokingly, half-seriously encourages them to mix play with each other and that’s how you find Changbin in camo with blush and the boys smudging lipstick on each other’s faces while the girls try to shoot their action figures away from their dolls.

Hyunjin

♡ Really invested and emotional about the whole process, especially in the beginning. His heart just fills and overflows whenever he looks and sees the life you two are raising.

♡ The dad who’s been practicing diaper changes on dolls or others’ kids if allowed so he knows he can do it right the first time for real 🥹

♡ In his mind, a small family sounds nice, maybe spaced apart so you can spend some time with each. But when he holds his little one for the first time suddenly he looks up like ‘I want ten’. Hyperbole, don’t worry. But suddenly bigger numbers like four or five or six don’t sound so terrible if you’re game 👀

♡ Unafraid to get messy with the fam in the name of art! Hyunjin's at the table when you come home, colors splattered all over his hands and the kids' as they finger paint. Don't worry, he's covered it all up with paper and made sure at least one of the paintings is a portrait of you 😉

♡ Dresses up the kids in the most stylish outfits, like you're about to have little models on your hands! Also has a soft spot for coordinating outfits with them, whether it's family photo day or just an afternoon out with the little ones.

♡ He values all his children so much, especially the awareness that they’ll bring different beauty to the world and be perceived differently. Because of this, he encourages fortitude in all the kids, boy or girl, to be themselves and stand firmly in their interests whatever they are.

Han

♡ This man is the sweetest dad for real! Adores his kids and is always happy to show them affection 🥰

♡ Also the type of dad who tries really hard (sometimes a little too hard but that’s why you all love him 🤭) to be hip on the trends and name their generation’s memes.

♡ I can see him once he gets into the swing of things as the type to want a bigger family, maybe even more than he thought! Nothing crazy, but in his head he thought he’d feel complete after one or two, now that he has them though? Three or four doesn’t sound bad, just look at how cute they are with a sibling to play with! Kind of reminds him of the feeling of having so many brothers.

♡ You have to stop him sometimes from buying every cute toy he sees. “Do we need another playset?” “But babe, then he can run his own sushi restaurant 🥺” “Shit, that is cute, ok.”

♡ Cries when his kids cry, laughs whenever they do or at any joke they ever tell him, can hardly bring himself to scold them because he just loves them so much and doesn’t want to break their hearts!

♡ Honestly doesn’t mind if he has boys or girls, like both sound great so you’d never catch this dad sulking at a gender reveal! In the end though I can see him having one of each, and it warms your heart to see how he teaches his son(s) to respect their sister(s), value and cheer them on from a very young age. He is all of their biggest cheerleader, though, handing them mics when he’s recording or playing around in the studio, showing up to every event of theirs he physically can, and just going ‘that’s my son/daughter’ with a huge smile all the time.

Felix

♡ The type of father to describe his kids as the twinkles in his eyes! Just constantly looking at them with adoration- they’ll never wonder if they’re loved 🥹

♡ He's always wanted a family, so having little ones of his own is Felix's dream come true for sure. You'll practically have to pry them from his arms, he loves showering them in affection so much!

♡ For some reason, I see him wanting three kids, the classic 'nuclear family' size or in his words the perfect number to fill up his arms! You guys are ever-so-slightly outnumbered, but your life's also full to the brim of cuteness.

♡ A pro at bath time! Felix is the epitome of 'organized chaos' during this time, managing to get all your little ones to love the water and keep it in the tub. He knows all their favorite toys and has a voice for each one.

♡ One Mother’s/Father’s Day you awake slowly, eyes fluttering at a few clattering sounds and shushes. Your eyebrows furrow in concern, but sleep swims too quickly still beneath your eyes to pull you up. Your internal questions are answered in moments as Felix and the kids burst in with a tray of all your favorites for breakfast, all clearly handmade as the notes and drawings scattering it.

♡ Absolutely no difference in his intent with raising boys or girls… but real talk, the sweetest girl dad on the planet OMG. While he is conscious about modeling caring and providing behavior in both, curiosity and discovery regardless… he has at least one girly girl that just steals his heart and has him wrapped around her finger. Will play as whatever princess needed, incredibly active in every single tea party he can make, you name it, he does it.

Seungmin

♡ The do-it-all dad. He learns sooo much about all of their interests when they're older and reads up on everything baby/toddler before then. An absolute champ at juggling care and keeping the house afloat!

♡ All he wants in life is to do right by his family and be a man you can be proud of. No fear with jumping right in to any aspect of raising your family, even if he does crack the occasional joke.

♡ He's a bit open on number, probably leaning between two or three but more wouldn't hurt if you'd like bigger!

♡ Bedtime is one of his favorite times. Just being able to lay down with the kids and read them stories, doing funny voices and raising and lowering for suspense, fills his heart. He'll sing them lullabies until their eyes stay closed and watch for a few moments wondering how he got so lucky to have this with you of all people.

♡ Invents a whole secret language with the kids one day, so you come home and can't understand any of them. Teases the dickens out of you, grinning and bumping your shoulder and egging the kids on to say more until relenting and letting you in on the secret!

♡ He can’t decide if he’s more excited to have a son or a daughter! Practically weeps imagining playing dress up but has also always wanted a mini me??? (See what I did there?) He takes photos of the kids often, which ends up sparking an interest in photography that he’s happy to foster. Heck, maybe through that his daughter will become his mini me and he gets the best of both worlds!

I.N

♡ Playful dad! It’s not uncommon to come home and find him rolling around with the kids in a big ball of laughter!

♡ He hadn’t always thought about having a family, but when he met you and you guys began your journey, he wondered how he would have ever considered anything else.

♡ Because of this, he never had some dream number in his head and he’s happy to give you the floor on that question whether you’d like one or three or six!

♡ S-Class (see what I did there) nurse. They'll practically demand that he's the one to care for wounds and put the bandages on because he's so good at distracting from the sting of cleaning it and kissing where it hurts.

♡ They love his trot voice. Thus he hams it up plenty, bringing out his most exaggerated moves and probably bringing props too. Would not at all be adverse to them becoming his backup singers or dancers.

♡ Loves the idea of at least one mini you and one mini him- his words! Y’all definitely get a mini him though, OMG: your son wants to be JUST LIKE his dad, practically following him around all the time. He takes after his dad’s goofy smile and performances so soon you really do have two trot performances to watch! Jeongin is so honored and floored by this that he’s always saying he has to be the best man possible for his son as well as for you 🥹 he always encourages his son to say the sweetest words to you too- but don’t say it was from him, shh!!!

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skz-sarang · 2 months

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. . . ♡ you can’t help but become the sun ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪Lovey’s relationship with stray kids! ❫ ୧ ⊹

.⋆｡˚⋆☆ Hyung line edition ☆⋆˚｡⋆.

࣪warnings! mention of ED , anxiety

word count! 300+ each

a/n! popularity percentages all above 85%

BANG CHAN + KIM SARANG

CHARANG

popularity : 95 %

⸻ Chan was the very first member to know and meet Lovey; after all, she is at JYP thanks to him. The first thing that struck Bangchan about Sarang was her talent – a voice unlike any he had heard before, sweet, gentle, enchanting, and mesmerizing like the songs of sirens. The second thing that struck him was her eyes – so big and deep, filled with pain, fear, and uncertainties. Too many negative emotions for a young girl like Sarang. Chan took Lovey 'under his wing,' giving her the strength to dream, providing a launching pad through Stray Kids. Chan and Sarang share an unparalleled bond; he saw her at her lowest and brought her back to shine. She sees him as her savior, that glimmer of light in a dark room. He's always there, ready to protect her, shielding her from the world. Chan would give up a kidney for her. The bond between Chan and Lovey is like an invisible thread keeping them connected. Every smile from her is confirmation of the positive change Chan brought into her life. In their relationship, Chan is more than a friend; he's a confidant, a mentor, and a guardian angel. She trusts him completely and knows that he will always have her back, no matter what. Lovey's strength has become his inspiration, and every success of hers is a shared victory. They tend to be very clingy since they are both affectionate. They often spend time together, especially in the studio, as Sarang doesn't want to leave Chan alone to work, and he doesn't want her to go home alone late at night. Sarang always ends up falling asleep watching him work.

fans favorite moment : During an interview, Sarang was asked about her emergency contacts. She took out her phone, a big smile on her face, and showed the two contacts: Jihoon, her brother, and Bangchan. Her explanation was, "I chose these two simply because Jihoon is my family, while Channie - oppa is the person I trust the most." After hearing this, Chan, who was unaware, widened his eyes and immediately stood up from his stool, going near Sarang and engulfing her in a huge hug: "I luv you, bubbles, you're what I hold most dear"

Charang things :

Holding hands while crossing the street and/or in crowded places like airports.

Chan’s goodnight forehead kiss

late night drive

watching marvel movies together

making playlists for each other

LEE MINHO + KIM SARANG

MINRANG

popularity : 96 %

⸻ when lovey and leeknow first met, they didn't immediately hit it off. not because they didn't like one another, but because they're both super introverts that have a hard time talking to new people. especially because lovey was the only girl so he was like wtf??? and minho as an attitude , so sarang was a bit scared of him. but jisung forced them to talk to each other and they were like “oh maybe they're not so scary. ” after that they started becoming really good friends, and really enjoyed one another's company. they could always tell each other just about anything, and not have to worry about judgment. Now, their relationship consists of Minho making fun of sarang embarrassing or flattering her, flirting with her, even in front of the cameras. If you need someone to make her a blushing mess, simply call Lee Know. He loves to tease her, is his favorite thing since he discovered that she gets flustered easily. He loves watching her pink shades cheeks. She lets him do that only because they're pretty close. Minho is quite of a character, usually isn't lovely dovely, especially in front of cams or stays, but has a soft spot for her; out of all them members he's probably the member who looks after her the most. Since he learned about her problem with food, he has always taken care of her, making sure she didn’t skip meals and teaching her how to cook.

fans favorite moment : During “mysterious kitchen” lovey was peeling carrots, but he had some difficulty, and had a pair of cutting himself. Lee know approached her and put his head on the shoulder of the shorter girl. “Don’t you know how to shave carrots?” He asked giggling. Lovey replied with a laugh, shaking her head. Then he stood behind her, hugging her and took knife and carrot from her hands, showing her how to do it. The scene is depopulated sh twitter and tiktok with fans crazy for their closeness and connection.

Minrang’s things :

always there to help sarang calm down when she’s in the middle of an anxiety attack

back-hug while cooking

matching phone cases

tickling her only to hear her laugh

Cat-cuddling dates, whether with soongie doogie dori or snoflake and gingerbread

SEO CHANGBIN + KIM SARANG

SANGBIN

popularity : 87 %

⸻ Changbin has a daddy-like behavior towards her, he always has a hand on her at airports, or puts his jacket on her lap for cover her when she wears skirts or dresses; he just in general keeps an eye out for her. He is like a protective shield, watching out for her and making sure she is safe and happy. He’s also the most likely to voice a concern if he thinks her concept is too sexy, because he honestly treats her like his baby. It’s also not uncommon to find these two up in the late hours having in depth conversations. Whether it’s something they’re laughing about or if it’s a deep and serious conversation. They’re kinda big on communication, especially since Sarang has such a hard time opening up to others. Changbin always encourages her to say what’s on her mind, but he’s never forceful about it. He just likes to let her know that she can say what’s on her mind, and he’ll always be there to listen. Their connection goes beyond the public eye, as Changbin values the depth of their friendship and ensures that Sarang feels secure within the group dynamics. The genuine and caring nature of their relationship adds a heartwarming dimension to their interactions within the group. Despite Changbin's dedication to working out, Sarang, not particularly interested in fitness, joins him during his exercise routines. It's not about the activity itself for her; rather, it's a gesture of companionship. Changbin appreciates her willingness to be by his side, turning their workout sessions into lighthearted moments filled with laughter and encouragement.

fans favorite moment : During The filming of a skz-talk in the promotions of “ Maniac ” ,Changbin noticed Sarang wincing as they walked backstage after the energetic Music Bank stage. He glanced down at her feet and couldn't help but empathize with the discomfort she must be feeling in those high heels. "Hey sweetie , I can see those heels are killing you. Why don't you take a break and let me carry you or something?" Sarang chuckled, appreciating Changbin's concern but refusing to be a burden. "No, it's fine. I'll survive." Changbin, however, was having none of it. He bent down, swiftly removing his sneakers. "Come on, I'd rather see you walking comfortably. Here, take these. I don't mind going barefoot." Sarang stared at him in surprise, then gratefully accepted the shoes, feeling an unexpected warmth in her heart. “Thanks, Oppa. You're a lifesaver." Changbin just shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. "Anything for your comfort, Bubbles. Let's get you feeling better."

Sangbin’s things :

Changbin giving lovey is jacket whenever is cold

trying to get her to workout without results

shooting finger hearts at him from a distance.

messing with her hair

her personal bodyguard

HWANG HYUNJIN + KIM SARANG

SANJIN

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⸻ lovey and Hyunjin share a high-energy bond. They bring out each other's playful sides and have a natural chemistry on and off stage. They are partners in crime. Hyunjin likes to joke around with the members but not with her; he prefers having her as his accomplice. He loves her style, and she really looks up to him as an artist. He knows she has low self-esteem, so he's always cheering for her, Hyunjin is her n1 Fan. And god save anyone who criticizes her, because he will be ready to fight. They’re also big goofballs, and can often be seen doing dramatic skits during their variety shows and just being ridiculous. Sarang and Hyunjin share a dynamic where their friendship blossoms into a creative synergy. Hyunjin, known for his playful interactions, discovers in Sarang not just a companion but a muse for collaborative ideas. Their joint goofiness spills over into impromptu moments of laughter, creating a unique and endearing atmosphere within the group. Hyunjin's protective instincts kick in as he becomes a vocal advocate for lovey, showcasing a fierce loyalty that solidifies their bond as not just friends, but partners in both mischief and creativity. Lovey and Hyunjin often find solace in creative endeavors, particularly in painting together. In these artistic moments, Hyunjin takes on the role of a patient teacher, sharing his knowledge and techniques with Sarang. Their painting sessions become a canvas for shared laughter, learning, and the beautiful fusion of their individual styles. Through this artistic collaboration, lovey not only hones her skills but also deepens their connection, creating a masterpiece of friendship and shared passion.

fans favorite moment : During an exclusive music show performance by JYP, there's a humorous moment when Sarang whispers something in Hyunjin's ear. Both burst into uncontrollable laughter, but as soon as they realize they're on camera, they quickly hide, trying to mask their amusement. Fans suspect they might have been teasing the PDnim.

Sanjin’s things :

gossiping at award shows together

hyunjjn using lovey for an “arm rest”

painting together

dancing v-lives

pinky promises

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lettersfromaphrodite · 1 year

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― pairing : Chris x Fem! Reader ― content warnings : wolf AU, Chris is a wolf, reader is a witch, soulmates, medieval settings, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 3.939

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

Quickly spinning on your heels, you hastily hid yourself behind an oak tree, your heavy cape hugging your frame and its cape successfully hiding your face from the woods' prying eyes. “Damn King going on a hunt when I need to gather herbs,” you thought, annoyed. With a harsh tug, you freed the part of your dress that was stuck in a lump of roots near your feet, an annoyed whiff escaping your lips.

«Gowns are impractical.» your witch Mentor told you, many years ago. «Unpractical but stylish.» you justified yourself, back then.

“I should have listened to that old lady,” you thought to yourself, as you quietly started to make your way back home; truth was, you only considered a dramatic change of style as occasions like this happened. After all, you were a powerful witch, you could wander anywhere without fearing anyone; you only needed to be quick and stealth during those few times where you roamed in the King’s territory to gather few of the herbs you needed for your spells. Sharpening your ears, you took the hint to move once again, trying to be as quick as possible to finish your task. Your basket was almost completely full of everything you needed, and haste suddenly became your best friend, since you knew that the King and his men would be back soon and you needed to get back home quickly. You were not banned from the King’s territories, in fact, you have been requested many times to work as a medic for the Castle, but you always refused, answering that you did not want to be part of the King’s domain. You were a witch, and your Mentor had always taught you that witches only belonged to the Moon and answered to the laws of nature. Witches could never belong to a King, trapped inside a Castle.

Small, pained whines caught your attention, and you froze in your steps, trying to identify where those noises were coming from; those complaints definitely seemed not human. Drawn by a strange force, you changed your original direction, your feet walking towards those little cries almost as if something was steadily pushing you towards that way.

«Oh, no.» you whispered, catching the attention of the creature –a large grey wolf, which immediately sapped its head towards you, big and inquisitive red eyes staring back at you with a wary snarl.

Your brows furrowed, wondering what to do. Wolves and witches had never been on good terms, but how could you leave it to die? Your eyes shifted on its form, laying on its side, grey fur covered with blood, which slightly pooled around its frame.

“Screw that,” you thought as you swallowed loudly, slowly placing your basket on the floor, and taking a hesitant step closer. The wolf growled at you, still wary of your presence, and you halted your steps once again. You knew it could not attack you due to the amount of blood staining its side – you deduced that it was a quite big wound, but nothing guaranteed you that the wolf would not try to bite you as soon as you were within its reach. You were enemies, after all.

«Okay, I-I’m not trying to hurt you,» you lift your hands, taking off the hood on your head, so that the wolf could see that you were not challenging him, in fact, your eyes never once tried to hold its gaze, «I know you don’t understand human language, but I want to help you.» you said, sincerity transpired through your voice, and since his growl momentarily stopped, you took it as a sign to get closer.

For a single second, you thought that maybe, just maybe, the wolf understood what you said, but that thought disappeared from your mind as soon as, kneeling next to its side, you hesitantly touched its grey and bloody fur, drawing your hand back as the wolf whined again, painfully. To your dismay, it was indeed a large wound, and judging by the look of it, it must have been pretty deep, too. Your shoulders fell in dejection, you could not heal the wolf using a spell, it would take too much time and neither of you were safe out in the open; you needed to take him to your house to treat him back to health.

“It must have been the King and his men,” you concluded, “may Artemis curse them.” You were never particularly fond of wolves – you basically grew up both fearing and despising them due to your mutual and unmotivated hatred, but you couldn’t stand how humans decided to make a ricreative activity out of something like hunt.

«I’ll take you to my house to heal you. However… I fear the way back won’t be comfortable for you.» you mumbled the last part, getting back on your feet and untying your cape by the small, neat ribbon in the middle of your collarbones. The wolf was still cautiously looking at your every move, and you ignored him, carefully spreading your dark green cloak on the ground. The wolf was far too big and far too heavy for you to lift it up and carry it all the way to your cottage, so you decided to move it on your cape – with extreme difficulty, so that you could at least half drag, half carry it. Your eyes flashed golden as you casted a spell on the both of you, making the wolf’s weight partially non-existent and also, that any human that crossed your way back would not have seen you. It took you a lot of effort and all the strength you had in your body to walk back – your basket full of herbs obediently floating in the air and following the both of you.

You made sure to be as careful and attentive as you could, trying not to worsen the wolf’s wound and stopping as soon as its whines seemed more painful. A part of you wanted to wonder why the wolf seemed so obedient and less wary of you, but the part of you focused on getting home unharmed had the upper hand.

Your cottage was not particularly big; in fact, it was quite humble to belong to a powerful witch. You could have had any house you wanted and yet, you decided to settle there: two floors, grey and uneven bricks, a large garden around the perimeter of your house – part of it served as a small vegetable garden, everything surrounded by a wooden fence.

It was humble, but it was fairly distant from both the woods and the closest village, and you loved it.

You dragged the wolf’s still whining frame – which you found out being a he, all the way to your house. Your forehead was sweaty, your body completely ached, you most definitely needed a bath, and you were sure that your cape was definitely damaged, but still your main thought was to check his wounds, since the fear of them being infected made way into your brain.

Your eyes flashed golden once again, and some pillows and blankets re-arranged themselves on the floor near your small sofa, in order to create a bed large enough for him to be comfortable.

Carefully, you laid the wolf on the makeshift bed, taking a deep breath and slowly stretching your arms in the vain attempt to get rid of the ache and soreness on your limbs. Absently, you kicked the bloodstained cape out of your reach, and quickly knelt next to him. You took another deep breath, aware of the wolf’s red eyes plastered on your face, watching your eyes flashing golden once again as you casted spells, once after the others. Next to you, immediately made their appearance a small basin full of steaming water with a white cotton cloth immersed in it, you reached out to the tools in mid-air, focusing on the wolf’s wound.

«This is going to hurt, please don’t bite me.» you mumbled, barely above a whisper, unaware that he heard you loud and clear. You carefully began to wash his wound with slow but firm strokes, your heart skipping several beats anytime he whined and writhed in pain. Trying to be as delicate as you could, you meticulously wiped away all the blood, the steamy water in the basin now of a reddish colour, and once the wound was clean enough, you quickly stood up and walked towards you small kitchen, hastily creating an herbal compress using your marble mortar and pestle.

What you feared the most ended up being the truth: the wound was infected. You massaged a side of your temple; you have never felt so stressed in your whole life. The wolf’s life at this point was completely in your hands. The wound was too big and infected to heal by itself.

«Okay, big boy. It’s gonna hurt – like, a lot.» you dared to look at him in the eyes, feeling a random sensation in your stomach, but didn’t gave it any importance as you kneeled once again next to his side and coated your fingers with the herbs, slowly spreading the medicine on his would while casting a healing spell. Although you were completely focused on what you were doing, the wolf’s painful whines raised goosebumps on your skin.

You closed your eyes, running a hand through your hair and trying to ignore the sensation of exhaustion spreading around your body, and as you also tried to ignore the headache you got anytime you used too much magic in so little time, you felt a tentative bump against your skin. Your eyes shot open, and your gaze locked with the wolf’s big, red eyes. He repeated the action, nudging his nose against your knee, noticing how the emotions behind his eyes definitely shifted from wary to gentle, almost as to say “thank you”, and you let out a short, breathless laugh as you erupted into a wide smile.

«It’s still infected,» you hesitantly reached towards the cotton bandages floating next to your head, «But at least, you won’t die.» you muttered to yourself as you proceeded to create a tight bandage around his side.

Once you finished, your brain finally took notice about the huge grey wolf now asleep in your living room, and you decided to take a hot bath and get a nice change of clothes. Your new provisory bed became the small sofa right next to the peacefully sleeping wolf, so that you could check up on him every now and then.

A week passed pretty quickly, and you most definitely ended up giving up the majority of your sleeping schedule in order to watch over the wolf – not like the strained howls coming from the woods nearby would have let you sleep anyways. The fact that he was not conscious most of the day worried you more and more, not to mention that the infection had not yet gave any sign of healing despite the herbs compresses and the continuous use of magic.

What surprised you, was that anytime the wolf was conscious, he seemed to somehow search for your presence. If you were kneeling on the ground, busy with his bandages, he would place his large and fluffy head on your legs, making you giggle because, «don't be silly, how am I supposed to heal you like this?» Therefore, he would just nuzzle his nose against your thigh and settle for placing his paw above one of your legs. It was not an unpleasant feeling, instead, something about it made you feel warm, somewhere among all the concern you were feeling.

You’d still spend your days with your nose buried in all the books in your house, some of them scattered on the floor in a disordered way, desperately looking for a way to definitely help him.

As your Mentor always taught you, infections irredeemably lead to fever, and the wolf’s fever irredeemably led you to one of the biggest scare in your life.

You woke up around the middle of the morning due to a loud noise of bones cracking right next to you, and you opened your eyes just in time to see the big and grey wolf you have been treating for over a week, shifting into a brown haired boy around your age.

Needless to say, the loud and shocked scream that instinctively left your lips woke him up, and to your surprise, instead of threatening red eyes, your gaze was met big, brown and confused eyes.

«Y-You!» you shrieked, unable to move due to his head still on your lap. The boy, which you just realized being stark naked, groaned, reaching over to rub his face with his hand.

«Chris.» now, you didn’t expect his voice to be so… Beautiful.

«What? Who is that now?!» you tried to keep a calm voice, frantically moving your gaze around the room and trying to look anywhere but the boys’ toned and pale body.

You felt him chuckle, «It’s my name, witch.» he mumbled, his voice strained due to him still being in pain. «My body shifted back due to the fever, I’m sorry.»

You stared at his face as he slowly shifted around, laying on his back and turning his head so that now, his nose was almost pressing against your navel.

Before you could even think about a proper answer, he doze back to sleep, mumbling a soft, almost inaudible «thank you.» before falling back into unconsciousness.

Mindlessly, your right hand reached out to gently caress the other’s brown hair – a gesture that you did quite often with his wolf form since his grey fur was so incredibly fluffy and relaxing to caress, as you stared into the void for several minutes.

«He’s a werewolf,» you mumbled with a frown, the fingertips of your left hand carefully hovering above his features, «and he’s hot.»

Chris eventually shifted back into his wolf form within the next hours, and you tried to ignore the loud noise of bones cracking, since it seemed really painful.

The routine fell back into normal, even after the shocking news. A blush would sometimes cover your cheeks anytime the random thought of him having a human form crossed your mind, but you focused on his infected wound, which luckily started to heal.

Chris managed to spend at least half of the day awake now, and your spells were finally more effective than they were before. Your magic mixed to wolves being able to heal faster, resulted in Chris spending a bit of the day in his human form, and you being incredibly flustered about it.

You grew up with your mentor witch, who was a woman; the only boys and men you have ever met were the villagers, but you have never been alone with a boy, let alone having one inside your house and, well, completely naked. You resolved the matter quickly, giving him a blanket and excusing yourself for not having clothes that suited his body. Chris just shrugged, thankful for being alive in the first place.

«I’m not going to lie, witch.» he spoke in a soft, tender voice as you helped him sitting on the wooden chairs of your kitchen. «I literally owe you my life.» You laughed loudly at his statement, sitting down in front of him on your small wooden table, after placing two plates full of food in front of the both of you.

«Indeed you do, wolf.» you answered with the same tone, playfully pointing a wooden fork towards him. «I hope I didn’t grow white hair due to all the pent up stress and lack of sleep.» You mumbled, more to yourself. «Even if I could definitely embrace the title of “scary, lunatic witch”, now.»

An unexpected and melodious sound naturally drew your eyes back to his face, making you almost drop your spoon. Chris was chuckling, his eyes closed in two crescent moons and his mouth tightly closed as he kept chewing his food, but yet his smile was incredibly cute and the dimples that framed it contributed to make him even more handsome.

«How did you manage to end up like that?» you asked, clearing your voice, secretly hoping that by changing the topic the blush covering your cheeks would have faded, and your quickened heartbeat would have slowed down.

Chris sighed, heavily, «Me and my pack were on a hunt, we stumbled upon some hunters which had… Enchanted weapons.»

«And they just left you there on your own?» You asked, incredulous, watching as Chris nonchalantly shrugged before answering you.

«Alpha’s orders are pretty absolute, you know.» he explained, politely smiling as you got up from your chair, collecting both your plates and spoons and casting a quick spell so that they’d wash, clean and set back into their place by themselves. You noticed Chris watching in awe your eyes flash golden once again, and questionably raised an eyebrow at him.

«It’s cool,» he immediately explained, «Your magic, I mean, it’s pretty cool.»

You smiled at him, before shaking your head. «You can shift into a wolf, I believe you’re the cool one.»

Butterflies erupted into your stomach as Chris’ dimples showed up again, beautifully framing his wide smile.

Even if Chris’ wound was healing, you still did not move back to your bed upstairs. Instead, you would rather spend your days talking to him, both of you occasionally sitting on your sofa facing each other. You tried to confront Chris about why even if you were supposed to dislike each other due to centuries of mutual hatred, you got along pretty well and anytime, Chris would brush it off, adverting his gaze with a nervous laugh and saying that he really had no idea. He did not convince you at all, but you let it go.

«Do you think they’ll come looking for you?» your hands brushed against Chris’ ribs, as you changed cleaned and disinfected the wound once again. You were both sitting on his makeshift bed, a blanket covering his crossed legs as he obediently kept his arm in the air, so that you could easily finish.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him nod. «They most definitely will. We recently started living nearby, so it won’t be too hard for them.» the goosebumps on Chris’ skin anytime your hands brushed against his skin definitely didn’t go unnoticed. «I could still come visit you, sometimes.» he added, tentatively.

Hearing his words, you felt once again that familiar sensation of unexplainable warmth, wondering why in the world could seven words even made you happy, your heartbeat soaring because “Yes, I’d love to see you again”.

«The feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Your heart beats fast. Your senses are heightened. You grow light-headed, maybe even dizzy. Be wary of it, young witch. It might make you immensely powerful, it’s true. But, it might also mark your downfall.» you briefly lost yourself in thought, as you recalled what your Mentor had once told you. You did not notice how the arm that Chris was obediently keeping in the air eventually lowered, until he took your hand in his.

With hesitant, gentle movements, he silently kept his hand on top of yours, guiding it above his heart, your wide eyes meeting his soft gaze. His heartbeat was matching yours: rapid, wild, fearless.

Chris’ soft gaze was locked with yours, his gentle and warm eyes giving you the confirmation that he knew you were falling for him, and he was falling for you, too.

You breathed out a sigh, your eyes glued together and shy smiles plastered on your faces. As if you were magnets, your lips eventually met, slowly, tentatively. Chris firmly kept your hand above his heart as he other snaked around your neck, weakly gripping your nape. You and Chris kissed like two distant lovers meeting after painful lives spent looking for each other. You could feel his soft breath against your cheek, helping you realize that it was real, and you balanced yourself, placing your hand on Chris’ naked shoulder as if it was your only anchor to reality. The kiss was soft, almost shy. Chris would giggle against your lips anytime your noses brushed together a bit too roughly, and you would giggle along with him, before kissing each other again, feeling already intoxicated and addicted to his soft lips and warm skin. Chris pecked your lips once, twice, before placing your foreheads together, your fingers now interlocked above his heart.

«I don’t want to sound cheesy or anything, but,» Chris unexpectedly raspy whisper broke the silence. «I knew you were the one as soon as you found me in the woods.» he smiled, rubbing your foreheads together as he was met with your confused expression «Wolves just know who they are supposed to spend their life with.» he mumbled. You lips met, parted, and met again for countless times that night.

Sunny spring days were your favourite. The weather was not too hot, the wind would gently blow and most importantly: laundry would dry quickly. The amount of covers and blanket you have been using to create Chris bed was insane – you did not even know why you owned so many blankets in the first place.

Lost in thoughts – wondering if using your magic to collect the blankets instead of doing it manually, you definitely did not realize that a pack of wolves made their way towards your house, not until, as you collected one of the blankets from the clotheshorse in your garden, you suddenly faced a large, black and threatening wolf.

You instinctively shrieked, the wolf’s deep red eyes staring into your soul. It was like a deja-vu, but now the wolf had a black fur and by his side appeared another black wolf out of nowhere, but its eyes were mismatched: one was deep blue, and one was yellow.

The more you walked backwards, the more they followed you while growling menaciously, as if they were on a hunt and you were their prey. With the corner of your eyes, you saw more of them, and as you were about to cast a spell to stop them, you heard Chris’ authoritative voice.

«Oi! Why don’t you stop scaring my mate?» Chris was leaning on the doorway, a blanket hanging loose around his hip and white bandages hugging his stomach. «Changbin, Hyunjin, back off. Now.» You were still hugging the blanket close to your chest, as you saw them obey immediately, lowering their heads and putting a reasonable distance between you and them.

Chris’ arm draped around your shoulders. «I hope you have seven spare blankets.» he told you, an amused giggle on his lips.

«Why would I need more blankets-» the question died in your mouth, as they began shifting in front of you. Seven naked boys took place of the seven threatening wolves, and your gaze immediately shifted to Chris’, as your eyes flashed yellow and immediately made blankets fall over their heads.

Chris laughed loudly, kissing your forehead. «Do you want to meet them?» as you answered with a shy nod, he raised his voice, «Come on, boys, let’s go inside. Family meeting.»

“I’m gonna have to do the laundry again.” You sighed, and let Chris walk you back inside.

As your eyes met, you both erupted into shy giggles, and Chris pressed your body closer to his, affectionately kissing your temple.

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 8 months

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Imagine holy, virgin, sacred reader who has to teach these three misbehaving children (I was thinking Minho, seungmin, and jisung) of the church how to properly be holy or wtv and somehow they get her to undress in front of them so she can "worship her own body", and they all is start using her how ever they want. and somehow along the way jisung subs, and then Minho subs with the both of them while Seungmin is js, seungmin I guess. Idk I is thought that was hot. 😊

FUCKING HELLO???? babyyyyy as a former church girlie with a corruption kink, this HITS 😩😩😩 taking it in a slightly different direction but the main point is still there

pure, innocent reader trying to be a good mentor to these boys and leading a small bible study with the three of them, during which they discuss holy relationships. the boys convincing her to show her body so they have a perfect example of a godly woman to set as their standard. because surely god would want them to have someone to look up to in that respect. someone to remember when searching for the perfect wife. at least that's what they tell her.

jisung’s the first to crack, practically lunging at you as you fidget almost uncomfortably at your exposure. you’re surprised by the way he jumps for you but offer no resistance because this must be right. the way he’s looking at you with such adoration as he pushes your legs apart and hooks them over his shoulders, urging you to lean back on the sofa…this is surely a form of worship. right? “can i taste?” you find yourself nodding shyly, refusing to look at the other two men as jisung eagerly molds his mouth to your pussy. his eye contact is intense and you soon look away, sucking on your bottom lip to stifle soft whimpers as more hands reach for your bare form.

"y/n, why are you hiding your sounds? didn't you teach us about making a joyful noise? are you not enjoying it?" why does seungmin's coaxing sound like he's mocking you? jisung's starved groan brings your attention back to him and seungmin laughs. "jisunggie is certainly enjoying it. why don't you let him know how well he's doing? let us hear you..." you're hesitant until jisung presses a finger into you and curls it, then you finally let out a soft moan. you couldn't have held it in even if you'd wanted to, especially considering the added pleasure of minho's lips on your chest.

it’s embarrassing how loud you get from such simple, careful touches. at least to you. but they all love it, if the strain in each of their pants is anything to go by. they love knowing how good they’re making you feel.

and they are certainly making you feel good. no one has ever touched you like this. you’ve only shared a few kisses in your lifetime so of course you’ve never had someone’s head between your legs or lips latched on your nipple. or a cock in your hand, which you don’t reject when seungmin grasps your wrist and guides your hand to wrap around the base.

he’s heavy in your hand and you look at him, unsure of what to do. before you can ask, he rocks his hips and strokes your hair. "i'll do all the work, just stay like that." you nod and watch him, gaze jumping back and forth between his dick and his face, which is already displaying how good he feels. you don't get to spend much time admiring him before minho is gently urging you to look at him. "you should taste him."

your attention immediately turns back to seungmin and you start to protest, feeling like it's something you shouldn't do. that's dirty. "b-but minnie-"

"shouldn't we try our best to please others? to share love amongst ourselves? you love us, don't you?" his tone is light and playful despite the way he throbs in your hand.

"yes but...isn't that dirty?" you whimper, gasping when jisung sucks on your clit.

"it's no more dirty than what jisung is doing to you right now, honey. and it certainly doesn't feel wrong to receive, does it? " he's good. he's taking away any mental blocks that are preventing you from truly letting go. surely god would want you to please those you love and not be greedy.

you turn back to minho and open your mouth, still shy but absolutely willing to try anything for them. you're safe here. and if it pleases them, surely it pleases god.

with seungmin in your hand and minho in your mouth, there's not much you can do to warn jisung that you're close. your grip on seungmin tightens as you grow more tense with each passing second and you gag when minho hits the back of your throat, tossing you over the edge. you shudder as you come undone, writhing under jisung's touch and letting out a string of moans and whimpers.

he looks at you with stars in his eyes as he retreats, taking a moment to admire your twitching form as he pulls his fingers from your quivering cunt before rising up on his knees. "can i just...?" he doesn't finish his sentence as he slaps his dick on your dripping pussy. "can i put it in?" he sounds desperate as he rocks against you, his tip catching on your entrance and drawing out another small sound.

minho pulls back and you utter permission before opening your mouth to him again, giving him a pleading look as your lips wrap around his tip. you shiver as seungmin's fingers comb through your hair and give him a squeeze to show you haven't forgotten him. you still have no clue what you're doing but they don't seem to mind as they make use of your body.

the stretch as jisung presses into you isn’t painful like you’d been led to believe it’d be for your first time. in fact, it’s downright delicious. and you know in that moment that they’ve created a monster.

is this what heaven feels like? it has to be. nothing so entirely delightful can be of this earth, it comes only from the father. “guys-” jisung whines as he ruts into you, unable to control his hips. “oh she’s so tight-”

“yeah?” seungmin doesn’t even spare him a glance before he begins to coo at you. “you gonna let me and min take a turn too?" you whimper out a muffled 'uh huh' and he guides your hand so your thumb swipes over the tip.

"good girl." minho's voice is gravelly and sends a jolt of arousal through your body, earning a soft groan from jisung. the eldest simply laughs. "you like that? you like knowing how good you're being?"

you moan out another 'uh huh'. you like being good. this is good. surely something so dirty has never been so perfect before. god will understand...

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i’m so fucking sorry, the brain rot is too severe for me to say anything else

tags: @bahng-chrizz

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moonlightndaydreams · 3 months

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Limbo - part 9

Pairing: Lee Minho x fem reader x Han Jisung

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 /

Synopsis: Lee Minho is the mysterious new accountant at your workplace, and he seems to have his sights set on you. But things aren't so simple when your ex boyfriend Han comes back into the picture. Can you and Minho make it work, or will you get back with Han?

Spoiler: Happy ending, eventual poly minsung.

MDNI / smut

Chapter Summary: I don't want to spoil anything.

a/n: This was meant to be the final chapter, but I haven’t got around to adding everything to it. So I’m posting it as is. I hope you have enjoyed this series so far. I will be back with one final chapter after this.

Reblogs are super helpful, but I'd love for you to leave a comment if you enjoyed it. Should I write more Minsung?

Taglist: open.

A/n: this story may be familiar to some. It’s a rework of one of my older stories where I’ve now changed my fem lead to be reader.

“You’ve been avoiding me, and now I know why!” Han sneered. Anger burned in his eyes as he glared at Minho.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing Minho. You string me along anyway, telling me it’s friendship. You say you don’t want me. But then I see the way you look at me. It’s not fair of you, but I can live with it.

But Y/n? She deserves better than what you’ve done to her? Fucking her and then giving her no explanation as to why you ended things like you did? Do you know what she thinks?” His voice was full of bitterness.

Minho finally met Han’s eyes.

“She thinks you hate her.”

“That’s not true.” Minho’s eyes were full of despair as he stared at the man in front of him.

“Then what is it?” Han growled, grabbing Minho by the collar and shoving him against wall of Minho’s office.

“It was inappropriate to date your ex. Han, it would’ve made things…strained… between you and me. I broke it off as soon as I found out. Besides, I thought that maybe you two would probably get back together.” Minho lowered his head feeling ashamed.

This was not how Minho wanted things to turn out. All he wanted was to protect the people he cared about, the people he’d fallen in love with. He thought distancing himself would be the right thing to do.

But Han had stormed into Minho’s office, and now Minho had to finally deal with the mess he’d caused.

Han was right. Minho had strung him along. He hadn’t meant to. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the messed up, broken boy that had come into his life.

Fuck, how he had to control his feelings when Han had shown his interest in him. But it would have been wrong to allow Han to get close to him like that. He was his mentor for fuck’s sake, it would have been taking advantage of him.

But he couldn’t not see him. Under the guise of wanting to be just Han’s friend, Minho could continue to selfishly be in Han’s world long after their program ended.

Oh how he would often wish that someone would come along that would catch his attention. That there’d be someone else out there for him.

And then he started is new job and met you. A welcome distraction. A new beginning. Minho was hopeful that you would be the person that he could have a future with. He could see it in his mind’s eye. He really could.

What were the chances that you were Han’s ex girlfriend?

And now you were gone too. He’d managed to fuck that up before it even properly began.

All he wanted to do was get over Han, and now he had to get over you both.

Han gripped Minho’s jaw, holding it so he couldn’t look away. “Y/n's an incredible woman. You two could have made each other happy. There was no reason you couldn’t have made it work, even if you knew she was my ex.” He whispered.

Minho stared into Han’s heartbroken eyes. “Hannie,”

Han released Minho, dropping his hands to his sides. Minho, without thinking reached up and cupped his cheek. “I broke it off with her… and I’ve been avoiding you because… fuck,” Minho looked up the ceiling and sighed, then returned his gaze to Han. “I’m fucking in love with you both.”

Han made to take a step back, but Minho held him in place, still cupping his cheek. His thumb traced over his trembling bottom lip, and then he leaned in connecting his lips with Han’s and taking him in a soft kiss.

He was sure Han would pull away and punch him in the face, but instead he started to kiss Minho back. He even slightly parted his lips allowing Minho to gently deepen the kiss.

This was wrong. Kissing Han was only going to complicate things further. But he couldn’t stop. He wanted to remember the feeling, the taste of his lips forever. Who knew if once this was over he would ever be able to be this close to him again?

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You entered the cozy restaurant and closed your umbrella, leaving it the bucket at the front door. You were grateful to be out of the rain. It was definitely not the kind of weather you wanted to be out and about in, but Han had said Mina wanted her to come to dinner with them, to say thank you for her support with their mom.

You followed the waiter as he ushered you through to a table in the back corner of the restaurant. You were nervous about seeing Han again. You hadn’t seen him since you slept together, although you had been texting. Things had seemed good between you in the written form, but you had no idea how you were going to feel face to face.

“Here you are.” The waiter said, gesturing to the table in the corner. You stopped dead in your tracks. Han was already seated, but next to him, backed turned to you, was not Mina at all. It was… you walked around the table to find…Minho.

You had so far successfully avoided him since returning to work. Actually, you only ever left your office to use the bathroom because quite frankly you didn’t want to see anyone who might have heard that audio of you having sex.

Your eyes widened at the situation before you. Han looked up at you hopefully, but all you could do was shake your head ready to walk straight out of there.

Minho was just as surprised at seeing you. He glanced at Han confused and then angrily up at you. He stood as if to leave too.

“Y/n, Minho… please…” Han stood up and gestured for both of you to sit.

Tears welled up in your eyes. Han had tricked you. Half of you wanted to run away, the other half wanted to hear him out. What was going on? Why did he ask you here? Why was Minho here?

You lowered yourself into the chair, and poured a glass of water from the jug on the table. Minho hesitated a moment longer before he also sat himself back down. An awkward tension filled the room as you waited for Han to speak.

“Look. I know I lied to you to get you to come here. I’m sorry.” He paused. “Actually, no I’m not sorry at all.” His voice turned assertive.

Both you and Minho sat in silence and waited for Han to continue.

“Minho,” Minho looked to Han confused. “Tell her why you broke it off. She deserves to know the truth.” He insisted.

Minho opened his mouth with a horrified look, “What? Hannie? I can’t.” he shook his head. You had never seen him look so…scared.

“Minho,” Your voice was soft and soothing, but inside you were scared too. What was he going to tell you? “Please…” you urged.

Minho paused for what felt like an eternity, then cleared his throat. “Y/n. When you and I met, I didn’t know you and Han were, used to be, together.” He started nervously. He looked between Han and you. “Then, when I found out, I thought it would be for the best if I kept my distance.”

You nodded solemnly.

Minho gulped. “But there’s more.” His eyes darted to Han and then to you.

“Go on.” Han encouraged him.

“I can’t.” Minho squeezed his eyes shut as though he was willing himself to disappear.

“Please, Minho. Please just tell me.” You whispered. You wanted to understand. You wanted closure.

“I had…have…feelings for Han.” He dropped his head as if waiting for you to explode in anger.

That was not what you expected to hear. “Hannie!” You turned your attention to your ex. Your mind was buzzing with a million thoughts. So many conflicting feelings raced through your body. On one hand you were heartbroken that Minho left you. You'd felt like you'd been kicked in the guts. But you wanted Han to be happy. Maybe Han and Minho could find a way to be together after all.

“So are you two…like….together now? Wait.” You paused as a revelation hit you. “Han? Did you bring me here to give you both some kind of blessing or something? Because, honestly, I’m fine. I really am. You two would look amazing together. It’s really… wonderful. It’s amazing.”

Your voice was becoming more forced and shrill the more you spoke. Your skin burned. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, and you felt like you were going to vomit. You were happy for them. You really were. But it hurt. It hurt to be a rebound. It hurt to be rejected.

You didn’t feel like you were in your body as you walked out of the restaurant. You didn’t pick up your umbrella, you didn’t care that the rain was pouring down outside. You didn’t get into your car. You just kept walking up the street. Your hair was drenched. Your makeup ran down your cheeks. Your barely heard the voices calling after you, getting closer.

“Y/n, please. Wait.” Minho stepped in front of you stopping you by grasping your wrists and pulling you under the awning of a Thai restaurant for shelter.

“You have my blessing, I told you!” You wailed, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“I hadn’t finished, y/n! Stop running away.” He growled gripping your wrists tighter, and you fell silent. His hair was sopping wet, droplets of water were running down his beautiful face.

“I can’t just be with Han when I’m fucking in love with you too.”

You stood frozen. He was in love with you? He was in love with Han? He was in love with both of you?

You shook your head. “So what are you saying? You want to date us both?” You said sarcastically.

“I hope that’s what he’s saying.” A voice behind you said. You turned to see Han, also soaking wet, and panting from running to catch up. He took both Minho’s and your hands in his. “Y/n,” Han started. “Maybe Minho can have us both?” He said hopefully and shrugged.

You turned back to Minho. Was that really an option? Could you and Han really both date him? Could it really work? How would it work? What would that mean for you and Han? Things were complicated. What if this fucked everything up even more?

“I slept with Han.” You blurted out. “After you started ignoring me.” You regretted saying it as soon as it left your lips. “I’m so sorry Han…. I shouldn’t have said that.” Your hand covered your mouth.

Minho pulled your hand away and his mouth was on yours. He kissed you like he never wanted to let you go. At first you wanted to push him away, tell him to fuck off. But then a burning heat coursed through your veins and you found yourself melting against him. You'd missed him more than you knew. You kissed him back, finding his tongue, communicating with him how much you needed him. You didn’t know what you were doing, or what was going to happen after this, but for now you held onto this moment for as long as you could.

He eventually peeled away only to take Han in an equally heated kiss. Han still had one hand holding yours, squeezing it as his other snaked around Minho’s waist. Minho held his face in his hands as their mouths explored each other. Their perfect lips connecting in the most beautiful, passionate way.

You thought sex with Minho was the most erotic thing you'd experienced, but that paled in comparison to watching the two men in front of you. It stirred something inside of you. Curiosity, yes. But there was something else. It was love? A love for both of them. You wanted them both too.

They eventually pulled themselves away from each other, and gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Han?” You whispered. He turned to face you. You took both his hands in yours. “If you’re not one hundred percent okay with this, I won’t do it. But if you are…” your concern turned into a smile and Han smiled too. It had been so long since he smiled like this, like in the photos hidden in your drawer. It was a smile you'd missed and it lit up your heart.

Then you did something you didn’t expect. You kissed him. Not a hungry, wild kiss. Just a small, careful, hopeful kiss.

“I’m one hundred percent okay with this.” He whispered.

Minho cleared his throat. “So, kittens, think maybe we should get out of the rain. Maybe go back to-

“Let’s go back to my house.” You offered. “I’ll make coffees, we can get some takeaway dinner, and maybe we can talk more about how we’re going to do this throuple thing, yeah?”

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A/n: I will be back with a final smut scene but please be patient because I’m going through a writing lull.

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drunkewok · 4 months

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Tiger Inside Chapter Thirty-Four

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WC: 4k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

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“What if I go talk to him?”

The room fell into quick silence, a tension hanging in the air. Every pair of eyes turned sharply toward me, their gazes filled with a mix of concern and disbelief as if I had suddenly grown a second head. My hands rested on the island countertop in front of me, leaning forward as Chan, Minho and Changbin surrounded the counter.

“You can't be serious,” Changbin protested, his voice laced with apprehension.

I gave a small shrug, trying to appear nonchalant despite the gravity of my proposal. “He’s still my uncle. What’s a little chat amongst family?”

I brought my mug to my lips, drinking the last bit of my coffee before rinsing my mug under the faucet. Chan set down his own coffee with a sigh, clearly not amused by the proposition.

“Uncle or not, you need to remember he may be the mastermind behind this whole operation,” Chan cautioned, his tone severe. “And you just wanna casually walk up to his door like it's a plain old Tuesday? Even though you haven’t spoken to him in years.”

I turned around to face him, leaning back against the sink with arms crossed. “Is that not the perfect cover? I’ve returned home, do you think he would be surprised that I want to see him? Plus, if he thinks we’re onto him, the last thing he'd expect is for me to turn up at his door.”

Chan and I locked eyes in a silent standoff, each of us refusing to back down. Finally, he broke the silence, running his fingers through his hair with a resigned sigh.

“Fine. But you aren't going alone.”

“I’ll go with her.”

Minho’s unexpected offer to accompany caught me off guard, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration at his assumption of responsibility.

“Why can’t Changbin come with me?” I nudged my head in Changbin’s direction, brows raised as I stared him down, praying he would understand the nonverbal communication.

“I, um…” Changbin quickly averted his gaze, feigning sudden interest in the countertop. “I told Lix I’d help him with some moves, so I can’t, sorry.”

“Really? Lix? If you’re gonna lie, at least be good at it.”

“Ya!” His demeanor shifted instantly as he raised an accusatory finger, ready to defend Felix at the drop of a hat. “Maybe he wants to change things up! And he wants to learn from the best teacher, can you really blame him!?” He patted his chest with pride.

Before I could respond, Minho intervened, his tone eerily calm and devoid of emotion. “Relax, I won’t try to mentor you. You want to go talk to him, so we’ll go talk to him.”

I stifled a sigh of exasperation, feeling frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The one time I actually want Minho to push back, yet he complacently agrees.

“Fantastic,” Chan spoke up, breaking the tension as he collected the empty mugs and headed toward the sink. His hand patted my back in a gesture of reassurance before he turned to leave then paused in the doorway. “Just make the call when you’re ready to go.”

As Chan exited the room, a weighty atmosphere lingered, emphasized by the unresolved strain between Minho and me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment marked just a temporary ceasefire in our ongoing battle of wills. With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes before they had a chance to roll directly out of my skull.

The following day I was climbing into the car beside Minho, the obvious tension within the small vehicle seemingly unaffecting him. Draping one leg over the other, I leaned toward the door, resting my head against the window with a hint of defiance, arms crossed.

“You’re pouting.” Minho said matter-of-factly.

“You didn’t have to come with me.” I snapped back quickly, trying to match his deadpan delivery.

A chuckle escaped him, his lips curling into an amused smile. His head tilted slightly as he stayed focused on the road ahead, tongue pressed lightly to the inside of his cheek.

“Someone has to be there in case you try to make a break for it.” He remarked, his tone carrying a hint of cockiness. “And if memory serves me right, I’ve got a pretty impressive track record with that.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to sleep better at night?”

“It’s okay, kitten.” He reached over, just slightly patting my thigh. “You can put the claws away.”

“If that’s your attempt to replace ‘dear’ I will hiss at you, so help me god.”

He rested his elbow on the center console, letting out a short laugh. It wasn’t the usual snickers and teasing chuckles that came out of him. A true, genuine laugh. The type that your cheeks scrunch up to your eyes, and you shake in your chest. My brows furrowed as he glanced at me for a moment, before focusing forward again.

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy.” he remarked with a playful smile, his words catching me off guard.

“I-” I began, momentarily speechless, my mouth opening and closing as I struggled to voice against his unexpected demeanor. Minho’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched me stumble for words.

“What’s the matter, kitten? Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re impossible, you know that?” My eyes narrowed at him.

“Impossible to resist?” He quipped, his playful grin widening. I let out an exasperated sigh, crossing my arms and looking away.

“You wish.”

As we drove on, it felt as though the tension began to ease, a comfortable silence with the soft hum of the engine sitting in its place. The trees cast dancing shadows through the sunroof of the car, leaving a warm glow across Minho’s face. He seemed lost in thought, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel in perfect rhythm with the music playing softly on the radio.

I glanced over to him, taking in the relaxed set of his shoulders and the way the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was on the verge of a smile. Like he was perfectly aware of my stolen glances. It was a stark contrast to the sharp, tense exchanges we’re used to. Maybe, just maybe, there was a possibility of us navigating this mess without tearing each other apart.

“What’s on your mind?” Minho’s voice broke the silence, his eyes still focused on the road ahead. My head dropped, studying my hands in my lap before letting out a sigh.

“Just, everything? I guess?” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “How complicated it all is.”

He hummed, “A lot has happened since you’ve come back. It’s a lot to take in.”

“Is this a twinge of compassion I hear?” I teased, attempting to lighten the mood once more.

Minho’s lips curled into a small, genuine smile.

“Don’t get used to it. I have a reputation to maintain.”

As the car rounded up the driveway of Tiger’s estate, I took a deep breath, trying to center myself and prepare for what was to come. Stepping out of the car, I took a moment to gather my thoughts before joining Minho at the front door.

The sound of the doorbell reverberated through the halls inside, suspense hanging heavy in the air. Glancing sideways, I caught sight of Minho, his demeanor showing a subtle restlessness as he shifted his weight and tucked his hands into his pockets. His gaze seemed fixed on the door ahead, yet distant, lost in thought. In an attempt to offer reassurance, I mustered a gentle smile, but it was met with silence on his part.

“Com'on, loosen up.” I urged, nudging into his side, his stoic face refusing to break.

“I still don't understand what good is going to come from this.” he remarked skeptically.

“It'll be fine, trust me.” I reassured him, though a hint of concern crept into my voice, “Though it's weird no one's answered the door yet…”

I rang the bell again before sidestepping past Minho. Cupping my hands above my eyes, I pressed against the window beside the door, peering into the darkened foyer.

“That's strange.” I mumbled, stepping off the side of the front porch and making my way across the grass to the front window. Peering inside, I noticed the untouched interior, with a thin layer of dust starting to accumulate on surfaces and all lights off. It was only then that I took a moment to survey the neglected state of the yard behind me, realizing that the property was well on its way to a level of disarray.

“That's so weird…” I muttered to myself.

“What is it?” Minho leaned back, his gaze fixed on me from the porch.

“His staff, they haven't been here. Look,” I gestured out across the lawn. “The hedges are overgrown, the grass hasn't been mowed, and inside hasn't even been touched.”

Minho reached for my outstretched hand, assisting me back onto the porch. Without hesitation, I reached toward an assuming gray box fixed to the wall, sliding it open to reveal a small black scanner on the inside.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm getting us inside.” I placed my thumb against the sensor, listening for the click as the door unlocked. “Something’s not right.”

“Y/n… I really don't think-”

“Minho, I'm telling you. Something is off, his staff usually keeps this place immaculate.” I pushed the door open slowly, stepping a foot inside and calling out. “Tiger? It's y/n, are you home?”

My voice bounced off the walls, projecting an echo down the hall like a pinball.

“Your print is in the scanner?” Minho slowly followed in behind me, quietly shutting the door behind us.

“The whole family was programmed into it, he said he wanted us to always have access in case of emergency.”

Entering the main room from the hallway, I gazed up at the vaulted ceilings, momentarily struck by the vastness of his home. The sleek, modern design with its crisp lines naturally directed one’s gaze toward the expansive windows at the rear, offering a commanding view of the property beyond.

“Well, this is sure an interesting family emergency then…” His voice trailed off, eyes taking in the massive room we found ourselves in.

The interior of his home remained largely unchanged since the last time I had stepped foot in it so many years ago. While tastefully curated, it lacked the opulence of my father’s home. Instead, it exuded a refined aesthetic reminiscent of the SKZ house, characterized by dark woods and deep leathers. It perfectly resembled the cliche image of a residence befitting of a wealthy bachelor.

Everything appeared untouched, as if the occupants of the house seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving a layer of dust in their wake. I stopped, turning back to Minho as my face contorted with confusion.

“I just don't get it, where could he have gone?��

“Didn't Chan mention he's been off the radar for a while? Would make sense that he hasn't been home.” Minho looked to his side with a shrug, slowly dragging a finger across a table to examine the layer of dust.

My hands settled on my hips and I looked around the empty house, my brows furrowed deep in thought.

“The office…” I whispered as the light bulb went off, sliding past Minho and hurrying my way toward the stairs.

Reaching the top, I stopped in the corridor. Taking a moment to look to my right, my eyes focusing on the large double doors that led into his bedroom, one sitting slightly ajar.

It was the first moment that it had crossed my mind that possibly, Tiger had maybe found himself with the same fate as my father. Left for dead in his own home. It was a wishful doubt deep in my bones that made me still want to believe he wasn’t the hand pulling the strings of this operation. If he was innocent, it wouldn’t be outside the realm of possibilities that a hit could be carried out against him as well.

I paused in front of the doors, trying to tell myself that I was being dramatic, that I was blowing things out of proportion. The quietest of creeks admitted from the door as I slowly nudged it open;

Nothing.

His room mirrored the rest of the home, appearing untouched and devoid of any signs of recent occupancy. Glancing into his walk-in closet, I noticed a clear absence of clothing, with several empty hangers dangling from the racks.

“He clearly left on his own accord, he packed bags before leaving. But he must have been gone for a while with what the house looks like” I remarked, retracing my steps through the room, passing Minho, and making my way out through the doors and down the hall.

His office, to no surprise, sat untouched as well. Appearing as though he closed the door one night and hadn't opened it again. I sat down in his chair, wasting no time opening drawers to the desk and beginning to riffle through the papers that had been left.

“Y/n, are you sure you should be doing this?” Minho stepped into the room, slowly walking down the rows of shelves and eyeing them closely as if searching for something hidden among the books. “You don’t think he has hidden security or something?”

“Oh, he definitely does.” I said confidently.

Minho’s head snapped in my direction, his brows furrowed with apprehension as he processed my words.

“He’s clearly been gone for quite a while.” I looked up at him through my lashes, letting out a chuckle, “What? You think he’s gonna come down from the sky and smite us?” I pulled open one of the bottom drawers, pushing any useless items to the side while mumbling, “Wherever he is, I have at least enough time to at least get some information before getting out. He’s got to already know we’re here, there isn’t much more damage I can do now.”

Hidden beneath the random assortment of items, were two manila folders, carefully tucked away. I pulled them out, dropping them on the desk and not wasting a second before opening the first. The first couple pages were far too recognizable to me, the handwriting on the letters a clear indication of who the penman was.

“These are from my dad…” I uttered softly, feeling the familiar lump rise in my throat, the ache of loss tightening my chest as I kept my breath steady. Although the letters weren’t intended for me, they were among the last remnants of my father’s presence, now in my grasp. Attempting to push back the tears welling up, I shook my head as if to clear a mental etch-a-sketch, seeking a moment of clarity. Lifting the first letter, I sank back into the seat, absorbing the words before me.

“He knew…” I murmured, my eyes widening with urgency as I scanned the lines. Each word revealed his meticulous observations, detailing the intricacies of my father’s research into whatever was going on. “Minho… he knew about the imports!” I held the letter out, shaking it in the air as I tried to hand it to him.

“For the chemicals?” His face scrunched in curiosity as he stepped forward and took it. His eyes grazed over the page, his brows slowly creasing the further he got down the lines.

I flipped the folder back open, quickly skimming over each letter that was kept. He had known the entire time, keeping methodical tabs on any information he had stirred up.

The other folder held a variety of documents, each hand-dated at the top. Forged import documents with my father's handwriting scribbled into the margins, pointing out any discrepancies in bold red ink. Inventory logs directly pairing with each of the forged imports, and research documents eerily similar to the ones Seungmin had collected from the warehouse.

The dates in the beginning were sporadic, widely spaced out as if they were testing the waters in the beginning. Trying to see if they could be successful in performing under the radar. They progressively got closer and closer together, he was getting more confident.

Whatever my father was catching onto, he was relaying it all to Tiger. He knew exactly what evidence he had against him, and how quickly it was beginning to pile up. Tiger knew he was closing in on him and it was only a matter of time before my father bridged the gap and linked it to him.

Tiger knew he needed to cut all possibilities of that happening.

I rested my elbows on the desk, head propped up by my hands, as my vision blurred out deep in thought. The timeline of events played in my mind, culminating into Tiger making the final call for execution.

I could almost imagine all the late nights the two of them paced around my father’s office, discussing any new leads and possible plans of action. All the while Tiger held a strong face and orchestrated all of it. From the operations, to the investigation into him. Always one step ahead of my father.

Snapping myself out of it, I pulled open the other bottom drawer. It was a file cabinet style, a row of folders running to the back. My fingers flipped through each of the tabs, my brain quickly processing each heading on them in search of something that could be deemed useful.

My head slowly tilted in confusion as I froze, brows furrowing as my eyes fell on one of the last folders in the back.

Surely I couldn’t be reading that right.

I slowly pulled it from the drawer, Minho’s eyes falling on the folder as I laid it in front of me. I leaned my elbow on the desk, my chin resting in my fingers as I eyed the folder, almost scared to open it.

“Does that say Blossom?”

I gave a silent nod, fingers playing with the corner before finally being able to push myself to open it. I leaned forward, carefully studying the document that sat on the top of the pages.

The first was a list of employees, Seongho and I being the top two listed. The pages were a simple list; the name, followed by common employer-known information. But scribbled in below each of those was a list of notes, handwriting different from my father’s. Ones that went into more detail of the person, almost as if each were studied. Below my name had the longest string of notes, including the clear address to my Gangnam apartment.

“Had he been keeping tabs on me?” I held the employee pages to the side, seeing records of business ledgers that sat behind them. Yet the final page was the one that held the most intrigue, one far more official than the others in the folder. “It’s a fucking deed, Minho! He owned Blossom!”

I tossed the page onto the desk, leaning back with arms crossed as I stared it down with a pointed glare.

“He what?” Minho stepped forward, picking up the paper and turning to lean back up against the desk. He gave out a small puff of air as he examined the deed, before looking up and turning to peer at me over his shoulder. “And you had no idea?”

“I knew that ownership changed a few months after I started there, but the owner never came by to introduce himself.” I slowly spun the chair, turning to face the windows with a scoff. “I guess I can assume why now.”

Minho turned to grab the file with the letters off the desk, his fingers slowly pulling each page in the stack back as he skimmed over each one. He laid the letters onto the desk, letting himself properly read the documents behind it.

“Seungmin is going to want these.” He waved a few of the scientific documents through the air, “I'm not sure if this is stuff he's already researched, but if not it might come in handy for him.”

“How long had he been trailing me…” the question sat in the air, more rhetorical than searching for the answer as I mumbled to myself. “Is that why Dad wanted me with you guys? Was it only a matter of time before he took me out too?” My eyes fell on the floor, brows scrunched in confusion.

It felt as though Pandora’s box had been pried open. The sinister reality that I had wanted so hard to deny had its confirmation staring at me in the face, eyes too piercing to look away. Someone who was such a trusted figure in my life had orchestrated the demise of my father, his own brother by oath. It felt like a cruel twist of fate that it became apparent he had been silently tracking my every move since that day, lurking in the shadows of my existence like a malevolent specter. The revelation was leaving me reeling, my head spinning with the heavy reality of betrayal.

“But why did he buy Blossom?” I looked up to Minho, his body almost facing me now and his expression held that of concern or comfort, or it was his own strange blend of the two. “What was the point of that? I don't get it. I didn't think we'd actually find anything here, but now I just have so many more questions.”

Minho’s eyes softened as he glanced up at me, shoulders slightly dropping. He laid the papers out on the desk, separating each of them and reaching for his phone.

“We shouldn’t take these with us, on the off chance he does come back looking for them.”

I nodded, standing up and joining him at the desk. Everything felt like so much to take in, but there was a resolve forming in the pit of my stomach. I watched as Minho meticulously snapped pictures of each document, ensuring every detail was captured. The ownership deed, the letters, and the scientific papers. All of it needed to be scrutinized by Chan and the rest of the team.

As Minho finished the stack for one folder, I collected the pages. Returning them to their home and laying out the next stack for him. For once I couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude for his presence. Despite our rocky history, he still volunteered to accompany me. And he was here, steadfast and unwavering. His calm, methodical approach was grounding, a stark contrast to the turmoil rolling within me.

I pulled the drawers back open, setting the first two files into the drawer, and covering them as they were before. I slipped the Blossom folder back into the filing cabinet, securing both drawers shut.

The drive back was filled with a heavy silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. The weight of the day’s revelations pressed down on us, but there was also a sense of determination in the air.

The sun began to set, casting long shadows on the road ahead. The orange and pink hues of the sky seemed almost out of place against the somber mood in the car. I glanced at Minho, his expression focused yet distant.

As we approached the house, the familiar sight brought a small measure of comfort. I knew what we had uncovered was just the beginning, and the real battle was yet to come. But with the team by my side, it felt like finding the solution to all of this felt possible. And no matter how much I wanted to fight it deep down, Minho as well.

We parked and stepped out of the car, the quiet resolve between us unspoken but understood. With the photos ready for presentation, we headed toward the door, ready to confront the next chapter of this unfolding mystery.

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Marked By Him

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Pairings: Vampire!Lee Know/OC, Vampire!Bangchan/OC (suprise!!!!) Summary: Vampyres dominate the entertainment world with their otherworldly beauty and talent. It’s a world you must be born into, but a few lucky ones are Marked. Stripped from her home and everything she knows, Minji’s Marking means that she has to rely on the Devil himself, Lee Minho, to be her mentor. He’s cute and sweet to the public, but behind closed doors the monster comes out to play. Content: Angst, Slow burn, lotsa plot, eventual smut, vampires, dark themes, original characters, first person perspective, general 18+ content, alternate idol universe, asshole Lee Know, surprise love triangle, discussion of blood, discussions of death, depictions of violence, sexual tension, petnames/kitten, WC: 4201 Minors do not interact. Do not repost my content to other websites, this includes translations. Notes: Poetaytoes? What's a poetaytoe? Tag List: @linocz

A clock was ticking overhead. The sound was grating – a consistent clicking that vibrated through my head and had my hands clutching the counter until my knuckles turned white. I watched it as the seconds went by, every miniscule movement making me want to rip my own eardrums out so I could no longer hear it. If Vampryic hearing was going to be like this all the time, I was going to go insane. I had thought my breaking point would come at the hands of bloodlust, emotional outbursts, or Minho. I had never suspected my last shreds of sanity would have been stripped away by something so mundane as a clock.

Trying to ignore it, I let my hand go from the counter to grip the Styrofoam cup before me. Dark black coffee sloshed onto my hands in my haste. For just a brief second, it looked like the deep red, brown of blood. Tantalizing. Rich. Mesmerizing.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

My grip on the cup tightened. Holes appeared where my nails sank through the flimsy material. Coffee leaked down my arm and onto my unused work out clothes.

Tick.

The cup was on the floor; I was out of my seat.

The break room was empty save for myself and my whims. There was no one to stop me as I climbed up onto the counter next to the coffee pot with surprising ease. I pulled the clock from the wall with enough force to have the hook that held it flying across the room. The clock followed soon after, shattering against the opposite wall in glass and plastic.

The ticking stopped. My efforts were met with blissful silence as the shattered pieces settled into place. A wave of sudden calm, until just a few seconds passed and I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

I felt goosebumps prickle my skin, my hair standing up straight. Adrenaline – primal and fierce – coursed through me. I waited as the sounds grew closer. The steps were sure, but hurried. My intruder was on a mission, and I was losing my goddamn mind.

I was at the JYP building, in the breakroom no less. It was not an intruder. It was just someone going about their business. The only threat to me at the moment was myself and my own destructive instincts.

At the notion, I sighed deeply. It was an attempt to steady myself. I looked at the shattered clock across the room in horror, only barely registering that someone was entering the break room. The door clicked closed and I had to mentally restrain myself from lunging at the person. The mental gymnastics I was putting myself through had my breathing ragged.

“The Kitten climbs.”

“Not now, Fuck Face,” I huffed back through ragged breaths.

Lee Minho watched me with his normal sardonic amusement. He leaned against the door as if he were patiently waiting for a child to stop their temper tantrum. His dark eyes slid from me to the broken clock and back again. The questions flickered over his features, his brows lowering in consternation.

“Get down,” he commanded instead of voicing them.

“No.” My denial was weak, made more out of reflex than any true rebellion. I was tired. Tired of not knowing things. Tired of not being able to control myself. Just tired.

“I could command you.” There was a challenge in words. It sparked, tempting me to take it, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. He would win and I would just get burned.

Deciding to behave, I dropped from the counter with a thump to the linoleum flooring. My temples cried in agony at the movement and the sound. I rubbed at them angrily when I was firmly on the floor. “How do you get used to the noise?”

“The same way humans do. It eventually becomes white noise, a hum in the background you can drown out at will,” he answered easily as he looked at the broken clock again. I was shocked he answered at all. He was always so vague, so annoying. Every meeting with him left me reeling with questions without answers. I had no hope he would stay this open.

“Ya know, I could never sleep without a fan on,” I informed him. “I liked the air, but the noise too. It helped me sleep. Now I think I would probably tear the whole electrical outlet out of the wall to make it stop.”

“And what did the clock do to you?”

“It made noise.”

“And the coffee cup?” He asked with a raised brow at the mess in question. It was all over my clothes, but also the counter and floor where I had originally sat.

“A casualty of the clock.”

“Ah,” he hummed in acknowledgement. “The Kitten is feral, apparently.”

“I feel like it.” I agreed. My emotions were unruly – fueled by instinct and uncertainty. The Change was in control; I was not. It was as close to a feral state as I had ever been.

Minho said nothing in reply. His wide and (unfortunately) beautiful eyes watched me as if in contemplation. I was suddenly very aware of my ill fitting gym clothes and the coffee that stained them. I really wished I had taken up Maeri on one of her billion offers to take me shopping for fitness wear or to borrow hers. The baggy sweats and oversized shirt were doing me no favors.

“Come on,” he said suddenly into the silence. I almost jolted at the intrusion, his soft voice shaking me out of my appearance induced misery. He turned on his heels to open the door and held it. He was waiting for me. My feet moved even as my brain spun.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere we can talk,” he answered as we stepped out into the hall.

“Why can't we talk here?”

“The acoustics are suspect.”

“What does that even mean?” I asked in exasperation as we walked.

“You're going to make a really shitty Vampyre if you don't learn how to use your senses. Listen, and don't break anything else.”

And so I listened.

The dull hum of distant conversation tickled my temples, causing them to pound in further irritation. The splash of water somewhere. Harsh, angry strokes of a keyboard. An electronic grinding that I couldn't place. It all blended together into a larger headache that I was no more enlightened for.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I asked in irritation as I attempted to drown it all out.

“No,” he answered with a small tilt at the corners of his lips. “I'm trying to teach you. If you can hear it: any other Vampyre can too.”

“So we have no privacy?”

“Notice how you don't hear any music in a company that, well, makes music?” Sarcasm dripped from his voice like syrup melting from a snow cone under a hot sun. He really was intolerable. Before I could snap a witty reply, he continued. “Sound proofing, even for our sensitive ears, is possible.”

We came to a stop outside our normal meeting room. The silver “CR #0” that hung over the door glittered eerily in the fluorescent lighting. I supposed it was fitting. All of my questions started in this damn room. Maybe they would be answered within as well.

As we entered, my overstimulated brain breathed a sigh of relief. There was silence – total and complete. The dinosaur grandfather clock didn't even make a noise as I took my usual seat with a contentment I hadn't felt since I realized I had the hearing of a badly written superhero.

“Better?” Minho asked as he took his own accustomed seat. I was half tempted to punch him for breaking my newfound serenity, but I just nodded instead. “The recording studios, practice rooms, and here are all safe if it gets overwhelming. Your room at the dorms is too.”

“Good to know, now tell how I'm tied to you,” I demanded without further preamble. I was desperate for answers and tired of being left in the dark. Determination and stubbornness filled me. I would not leave this room without answers, even if I had to fight for them.

“I don't think I like your tone, Kitten,” Minho murmured with narrowed eyes.

“You don't have to like it.”

“Oh?” He hummed, eyes narrowing further and lips tilting in a way that made me equal parts angry and excited. “But you want me to, don't you?”

A tingling. Minor and barely noticeable. It spread like little zaps of electricity on my skin. I shivered, goosebumps dotting my flesh. His eyes held mine, dark and inviting. I did; I wanted him to like me. I wanted him to want me. I wanted –

“What the–” my exclamation was cut short as the electrical current surging under my flesh vanished as fast as it had come. “What did you just do?”

“Me?” He smiled in a way that was so sweet it would give you cavities and make you vomit. “I didn't do anything.”

“Liar. Was that your Aura?”

“Has Felix been telling you things he shouldn't?”

“So you seduce people?” I asked in horror and mild relief. All the things I’ve been feeling and thinking about the asshole across from me were just an odd byproduct of Vampyre physiology and not a touch of sadism. I was glad to know.

“You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?” He asked, a smile still in place with eyes wide and almost innocent. It was deceiving. He was deceiving: a monster hiding behind a cloying mask. “Auras aren't why we're here.”

“Then why are we here, Lothario?”

“The Bond.” The mask changed, his bored and permanently sarcastic expression slipping back into place. “It's not something that will be covered in your book, and it's not something I should be telling you about at all.”

“Then why tell me? Did Chan make you?”

“Chan encourages. He never forces anything, and he's right. Your Change is happening fast. You need to know.” Resolute, but not passionate. He was going to tell me, but he didn't seem to particularly want to. It was so very much like what I had come to expect from him that I could hardly muster my usual anger and irritation.

“Then tell me,” I nodded. My own resolve was more steadfast. I was trying to not get my hopes up, but determination was a hell of a beast. Unfortunately, Minho's stubbornness could be an even more fearsome creature.

“I will, but first I need to explain something relevant. I know you think I'm an ass, and maybe I am,” he said – earning a snort from me that echoed against the towering shelves of books. I opened my mouth to tell him how true that statement was when he stopped me with a glare. “I'm being serious. I need you to know that for the next ten minutes at least; I will tell you what I think you need to know and I need you to respect that.”

“Will you answer my questions?” I asked.

“I'll try– you certainly are a nosey little shit though,” he answered with a petty little grin thrown at me for good measure. It was my turn to glare before he added,”I’ll answer what I can, and I'll do my best to be honest where I can as well.”

“Fine,” I huffed. I suddenly felt like a kid arguing with their parents to get an extra dessert. I couldn't stop the pout that formed on my face at the thought. I didn't think he was an ass; I knew he was one.

“Cute,” Minho said with a small chuckle. A chaotic bubble of violence flashed through me like a bolt of lightning, but I fought it.

“Go on, Mentor. Mentor me,” I quipped with a sarcastic smile and an even more sarcastic wave of my hand to hurry him along with it. He rolled his eyes, and I could feel the tension of further argument welling in the room. He was fighting his own instincts. It was a weird notion; a weird thing to think and feel, but I could. I filled that knowledge away for later.

“The Bond is what the relationship between a Mentor and Mark is known as in Vampyre circles. It's…” His voice was softer as he explained and trailed off. I could see the cogs turning in his eyes; information reeling as he plucked pieces out for me and concealed others never to see the light of the moon. “It's deeper than human relationships because it doesn't work the same way. It's intense, and it's forced.”

“Forced?” I audibly gulped. The implications of a single word reeling me backward until the blood circulation in my back was threatened by how tightly I pressed into my seat.

“Yes.” He reached across the desk lifting in his own seat to be able to trace a single, surprisingly warm finger across the skin of my forehead. “Are these Marks a designation of biology or a brand for the world to see?”

Another gulp. My skin tingled in the wake of his touch. Was it the Bond? Or was it the way his wide eyes stared at me like I was puzzle he wanted to solve? Like a prey he wanted to catch? I didn't know, and that was the most frightful bit of it all.

“Aren't you supposed to be telling me that?” I managed. He sucked his pouty bottom lip between his teeth as his head cocked to the side. It was the image of perfection. A man made for cameras. A man made for the canvases of artistic minds. I forgot – only for a second – why we were in that room until he pulled back and resumed his seat with a soft thump.

“That's the thing, Kitten. I don't know. For every question you have, I have ten more.”

“But you were born a Vampyre. You must know–”

“I was born to an ordinary family not much different than yours. They aren't government workers. They aren't particularly wealthy. I'm only here because I liked to dance and I happened to be good at it. The Association only cares about me so much as they can use me.”

“Use you for what?”

“That's something I can answer: publicity. Vampyres were once the stuff of scary stories for your people. Putting us on TV and making us appear like harmless entertainers to the drooling masses ‘humanizes’ us,” he scoffed as he made air quotes around the word. “It also gives them cultural clout and sway, which can be just as powerful as big guns in the world of politics.”

“They want us to sing and look pretty?” I asked. My mouth was suddenly dry – the words sticking and stilted – but Minho understood.

“So we do,” he nodded. “And those who play their parts the best, are rewarded. Money. Luxury. Fame. Mentorship.”

“One of those things is not like the other.”

“That's right. Mentorship is a burden, is it not? That's how humans understand the word. It's an obligation. I teach you. I'm responsible for you, but maybe since I'm such a shining star I get something out of it too, and that's the Bond.” His words started soft, but hurried. They grew into a crescendo. His frustrations and anger simmered the air around him as his fists clenched on the hardwood desk. His knuckles were white, and once again I could feel it. I felt his rage. I felt his desperation. I felt his helplessness. I felt them all so strongly that I was momentarily left gasping for air, suffocating in wild emotions that were not mine for once.

“But what do you get out of this.. Bond?” I gaped in confusion. My chest rose and fell like I had run miles without a moment to breathe.

“Well, isn't it obvious, Kitten? I get you.”

His words were so loud it felt like he was shouting at me. They vibrated against the shelves, echoing in my mind like a broken record ready to be trashed. I wanted them gone; I wanted them silenced.

“I'm not an actual cat, Minho. You can't just assume ownership over me regardless of what the Association says. I'm sure the South Korean government would have something to say about that. Hell, the United Nations would probably like a word too,” I tried to reason. Nothing made sense and everything felt wrong. I was upside down. I was seated but spinning on an invisible axis without a speed limit.

“Human governments can't control the Association. They've made sure of that. What's seen as questionable is explained away by biological differences. Besides, you're not human. Why would they care about you when you fall under the jurisdiction of the Association now?”

“But I'm still a person–”

“You're a Mark. Humans think you're a genetic mutant. Vampyres see you as a freak destined to be a plaything for our elite. You won't debut. You're here because I am – because it's the easiest way to make you malleable. It's the easiest way to make sure that when the time comes, you're given the illusion of choice.”

“And what are my imaginary choices, Minho?”

“You can reject the Bond. It's not something you want to happen if you value living as much as you seem to,” Minho said in answer. It was then I noticed how tired he looked. His anger had seemingly faded and he slumped into his chair with all the weariness of an old man. The urge to comfort him had my fingers twitching against my thighs. Was that my own notion? Or was it the Bond? I too was weary; I knew I would be asking myself that question a lot in the future.

“H–How does one reject the Bond?”

“Once your last Marks fill in, we have to exchange blood.” Darkness coated the weariness in his eyes. The words cloying, appealing even. I shivered. “If you refuse, the Bond will cease to exist and so will you.”

“And why would Chan and Felix be worried that I would die? If that's all that I have to do?”

“You want to taste me, Kitten?” The darkness deepend, weariness moving aside for a small glimmer of amusement in the depths.

“Now is not the time to tease me,” I reprimanded. He didn't seem cowed, not even a hint. Instead he leaned forward to place his elbows on the table and rest his chin on both palms like we were casually gossiping. He was back to his normally unpalatable self.

“I've heard a whole host of reasons. Some Marks are never told the significance, and even the ones who are are told at the last minute. It's also the first time most of them will taste blood. Human sensibilities die hard, apparently. Your kin are not very adaptable.”

“At least we don't take magical sex slaves,” I grunted with mild humor. If I couldn't laugh, I would cry. And I would not cry in front of this man. I would not.

“Now,” Minho clicked his tongue in mock disapproval. “I never said anything about sex. That pretty little head of yours is awfully presumptuous.”

“It was implied, was it not?” I asked, mortification seeping into my bones as my face heated to levels hot enough to burn. Pretty?

“For most, yes. But I'm not so far gone into my fame or wealth that I think you owe me anything because of a Mark on your forehead.” Earnest. Truthful. I could feel it in my gut. I felt a fraction of the tension coiling in my shoulders ease, but it was not enough. A part of me – a part I hated and would firmly blame on weird Vampyre physiology – was preening. Pretty. He thinks you're pretty.

“I appreciate that.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed in acknowledgement. “Your appreciation is the highlight of my day.”

“Were you Mentored in sarcasm or does it just come naturally?”

“It's all natural,” he smiled, one of the rare genuine ones that had my inner fan floating on a cloud. “As is the Bloodlust. You feel it. I can sense it.”

“You can sense it?”

“It's the Bond. We are linked in a way that others are not,” he explained. “I can feel when you–”

“When I want to bash your head in?”

He laughed. The sound so beautiful it made my body tense – desperate for more. Longing to hear it again. “I feel it now. Don't lie to me, Kitten. I'll know. One might even say it's my ‘Aura.’”

“So not seduction, but Mind Reading? I thought that was only possible in movies.”

“No. Humans and Vampyres are alike in one thing; we all lie. Some more than others. You lie a lot, and I can sense it. I can't hear your thoughts like listening to a radio, but if I wanted to, I could… compel you to tell me the truth,” Minho explained. He seemed to struggle to find the right words to describe it, but his choice had my neck feeling hot.

Compulsion was a topic of many Vampyre centered movies before the Revelation, but the Association insisted mind control was the subject of fantasy and science fiction. No one – Vampyre nor human –had the capacity to influence the thoughts or actions of others. But that's what Minho was describing, and it was eerily similar to how he had ‘commanded’ me to leave during his testosterone showdown with Chan.

“Magical mind control doesn't seem like it lines up with the textbook,” I insisted, bristling at the idea.

“That's one of the biggest problems with the Association. They want everything to make sense. They want us to be wrapped up into a perfectly logical package that humans will accept as natural and superior, but nothing is ever that clear.”

“Can you cast spells?” I asked on a whim. It was meant to be condescending, but I actually was a little curious. If we were slipping into the realms of fantasy, a little spellcasting couldn't be so far fetched?

“No. I'm not a witch,” he shot back quickly and calmly.

“Wait– witches?”

“Come on, Minji. Don't be so close minded. I'm here telling you about mystical Bonds. You're in a room filled with curious objects, and Witches are what gets you?”

“You're fucking with me– like Harry Potter?” I was reeling again, but it was more of a gentle tumble. I had been told I was ‘Bonded’ to my favorite Kpop idol turned personal tormentor who had the ability of compulsion. Witches and other things that go bump in the night we're just like reading a cozy story by that point: interesting but impersonal.

“No. More practical and less fanatical,” he answered with narrowed eyes as if he had given it very serious thought. “Don't get disappointed. No one gets a Hogwarts letter.”

“Werewolves? Shifters? Demon? Angels?” I fired off in rapid succession.

“Full Moon werewolves who live in packs with anger issues? No. Shifters who can turn into wolves and other animals? Yes.” He blinked a few times, contemplating. He was always so careful about thinking before he spoke. It was infuriating most times, but also strangely endearing. “There was a renegade cult of witches a few years back who were sacrificing humans to try to summon some god or whatever but they had no such luck. If there is a realm of demons and angels, they do not want to interact with us. It was a hell of a clean up for the Association. Blamed it on some serial killer or some – you look very pale.”

“Lee Minho,” I called in a mumble. I suddenly felt a little nauseous. Bonds. Shifters. Witch cults murdering humans. Association cover ups with serial killers. The world was spinning again, only this time it was wildly out of control and I was helpless to stop it. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“Did curiosity kill the cat? I only answered what you asked, like you wanted and I promised.” His unapologetic tone didn’t even register.

“I need a very long nap.” I stood from my chair, my feet feeling heavy and unsteady as I straightened.

“I won’t stop you,” Minho stated. He made no move, he simply kept his seat and watched me intensely, curiously even. My steps were slow as I made for the door only for him to call out to me one last time. “Check the mirror before you go.”

And so I did.

As I passed the ancient looking mirror, I saw myself. I was ghostly pale, the dark purple on my forehead obnoxiously screaming for the world to see. The lines that had started a faint trail down my temples had darkened and spread. They swirled downward, crawling across my hairline and down my neck in ornamental flourishes that got fainter as they disappeared into the collar of my baggy shirt.

I couldn’t help it. My feet staggered to a stop to stare. I felt my nausea swell. My skin heated. Then I was barfing the entirety of my stomach onto the dusty hardwood floors.

Not natural. Reject. Reject. Reject.

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You Earned It!

Warnings: Fluff, of the tooth rotting variety

Pairing: None

Characters: Chan, Felix, Kate, Minho, Yeji

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A/N: idklols asked:

Hey so my best friends bday is tmrw (Jan 17th) and so I don’t have any money so I’ve resorted to this (no offense I’ve read a story from u and it’s rlly amazing) but my bsf is in love with bang Chan (she also likes Felix) so i was wondering if you could make bangchan give her a surprised bday? (Also her name is Kate!! Tysm ig you get around to it!!)

Chan POV:

I have been trying to set this up for weeks and finally it’s happening. I hear my phone ring and I answer, balloons in hand.

“Hey, have you heard from Kate yet?” I heard Felix ask. I could hear the background filled with activity as I loaded the car.

“Nothing aside from a good morning text, Yeji said that they were going on a shopping spree for her birthday, the others in Kate’s group are with them too. All Kate knows is that you, I and the boys are going to have a birthday dinner for her.”

I could hear the smile on his face as he said, “She has no clue this is going to be great,” I laughed with him as he said, “I just called to say the cake and brownies are almost done and Minho is getting started on prepping for dinner. So we are all on track over here.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as I said, “Ok thanks Lix. I still have a few things to do. Then I’ll head over to decorate with Hannie and Hyunjin.” After I hung up I started the car and went on my way to grab some party favors. Kate has known us for a while. She was very young when we met, Barely past 10 years old. She was an aspiring idol. Just after we debuted, Kate came up to me in the practice room one day and introduced herself. I remember thinking how mature she was.

She spoke with authority and confidence. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to learn, mature, adapt, and make it in this industry. I have always loved cultivating and teaching idols to do what they love, so when she asked me to mentor her, I was more than eager to help out. I can’t believe it’s already been 5 years. Now she has her own group that she leads. Their group is honestly astounding. The music is positive and uplifting, the moves are addicting, and much like my group, 98% of it is done by the members.

After I pick up the favors I head to the DanceRacha house. The minute I park I am met with the members opening doors and grabbing items. I make my way in to find the space transformed into party central. The music is on low and Felix is filling a little table to the side with the sweets, including a cake that looked amazing, done by him, of course. Off to the other side of the living room are the beverages, and dead center is the dining table decorated in Kate’s favorite color.

We also had a giant present pile over to the side. I made sure to put mine a little more forward in the pile.

After I helped with the balloons I sent out the text to remind everyone that they had to park a little farther away to keep it a surprise. I had no clue why I was nervous. Maybe it had to do with the present. So many gifts were lavish, Louis Viton and Givenchy being bigger names in the pile. I don’t know if what I got was enough.

Finally, once everyone was in it was time to have Yeji bring Kate back to the dorm. At the five minute mark we all took our positions, hiding well out of the way. The anticipation ramped up, to the point of us giggling every time we heard a car pull up. We get a knock at the door and Minho goes to open it non-chalantly. As soon as Kate walks in everyone pops up yelling “Surprise!!” That part took Kate off guard but she was tearing up and thanking everyone as she walked in. I was so excited for the presents. I really think that she’ll like it.

After a few hours of food, dancing, and chatting, we got to blowing out the candles on the cake. After everyone got a slice she started opening presents. Some of them were amazing, designer purses, wallets, and glasses to match (Obviously Felix’s), all the way to designer belts, dresses, red bottom heels. The more of these I saw the more I wanted to just put my little envelope of a present back into my pocket and hide in the back.

Before I could, she opened it. Minho demanded that she read it out loud. She started.. “Happy Birthday Kate!, I remember when I met you 5 years ago. You were a 10 year old promising talent. I remember you asking me if you had what it took to do what I do. I could see immediately that you had it. You work hard, you strive for perfection, and most of all, you always are willing to learn. I am so proud of you. You are a fantastic leader..” At that point I saw tears forming in her eyes as I smiled.

She kept going, “You have an amazing heart, eye for talent, and not not mention you always are focused. You told me at that time, you wanted to be mentored by me. That you wanted to know if you made it or not from me only…” She looked up at me and I was fighting tears myself.

“That’s why I am happy to tell you that come your legal age, your group will be signed under our label. All you have to do is sign on the dotted line. Congratulations Kate! You made it! Happy Birthday!-Chan” She started sobbing along with her group. She didn’t know but I saw every move she made, and she’s ready, all of them are. That’s why I was rushing today. I went to my manager yesterday and we found the perfect manager for her group. We drew up the contracts today, which left me not a lot of time to finish the decoration hunt.

A few seconds later I was taken out of my reminiscing by Kate thumping into my body, wrapping her arms around me as she said thank you… All I could say was “For what? You earned it!”

It was true, she did earn it. The hours of practice, the drive to succeed. That was all her. Now comes the hard part, I know she’ll be fine though. I’ll always be here for her, I know she’ll be okay. I can’t wait to see what she comes up with.

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IU & S!NEA ───── “ she hates it when i call her that. my noona sunbae. ”

they first got to know each other on the set of hotel del luna in which siwan was scheduled to make a cameo appearance in one of the episodes.

jieun quickly grew fond of siwan’s shy and polite nature. their second meeting was during a team dinner that she invited him to where they would exchange numbers.

siwan has always been openly supportive of jieun’s works since then and everyone adores their friendship. there are compilations of tiny crumb interactions between them, for example if jieun wins an award, then siwan is the first one clapping and cheering.

they’ve had many dating rumours spark every time they hang out privately so they stick to meeting up with others present or not at all sometimes.

she was there to say goodbye to siwan on the day of his military enlistment. she even stated that he could always call her up if he needed anything or someone to simply talk to.

DK & S!NEA ───── “ my brother not by blood, but he’s always been my backbone. ”

they met for the first time at an award show. at the time, seokmin greatly admired siwan but found him incredibly intimidating to actually greet and start a conversation with.

they got talking because siwan noticed one of the female idols towards the back feeling uncomfortable and so he asked for a blanket. he then requested seokmin to hand it to her since he was closer which is when seokmin gained the courage to start a conversation.

their friendship easily developed outside of this into a very sibling-like dynamic. he would always be the one to initiate outings and meet-ups to which siwan just went along with.

literally everyone knows about their friendship. seokmin is always able to bring siwan up somehow in every content to do with seventeen to a point that the other members call him the 9th member of bts.

honestly? an amazing wingman. 100/10. if siwan ever shows an interest in someone, seokmin is immediately there to encourage and hype him up to potential suitors. he’ll even set up the dates himself if he needs to. everyone needs a seokmin in their life.

MINHO & S!NEA ───── “ yeah, i bow down to this sunbae, paying homage with my reverence. ”

minho has always been a role model to siwan. he was one of the growing factors in siwan’s life that solidified his stance on becoming an idol within the entertainment industry.

he’d seen minho at award shows but was never able to pluck up the courage to actually start a conversation. he only ended up talking to minho through taehyung during his visit on the set of hwarang.

minho is like siwan’s dad/mentor but also an absolutely bad influence. he’s the little devil on siwan’s shoulder that makes him do things on an impulse (such as dying his hair or getting a perm).

minho is also lowkey a sugar daddy. he’ll just buy things for siwan on a whim especially if they haven’t seen each other in a while, but he’ll go out of his way to buy siwan anything he’s overheard the younger one comment about wanting.

he’s also the person siwan tends to go to when there are actual problems in his life. minho is a great listening ear and tends to have a very mature and unbiased view towards situations so he’s super grateful to have this man in his life.

MARK & S!NEA ───── “ no… mark is not my son. ”

mark has basically glued himself to siwan’s side ever since their first meeting through jeongguk and jaehyun. he’s the little brother figure that siwan never had.

mark loves loves loves piggybacks from siwan. he’s also been a major influence in helping siwan rekindle with family by accompanying him on visits and dinners back home and comforting him immensely.

mark is the reason siwan has stepped out of his comfort zone a lot of the time. mark’s the one to initiate hangouts and book crazy activities for them to try out.

siwan will never tolerate mark being badmouthed by anyone around him. he’s very overprotective and loves to praise and uplift mark’s positive influence in his life. if you’re a fan of siwan, you’re a fan of mark.

they sort of have this telepathic connection where one will get this weird feeling whenever the other is upset. it’s been one too many times where siwan will text mark to ask if he’s doing well and mark replies with a negative.

CHUNGHA DEAN JOY SOGUMM

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xxstar-girl · 6 months

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SPIDER-VERSE

lee minho x spider-woman!reader

[MASTERLIST]

[FRIENDS]

[VILLAINS]

➸ han y/n: a 21 year old girl, who attends jyp-university, she also has secret identity, spider-woman.

➸ lee minho: 22 year old, best friends with y/n since middle school, doesn’t know her secret identity.

➸ han jisung: 20 year old, brother of y/n and he does know her secret identity.

➸ yang jeongin: 20 year old, classmate and project partner. the two grow close because of being project partners. does not know her secret identity.

➸ shin ryujin: 19 years old and the neighbor of y/n and jisung since they were all kids. doesn’t know y/n identity.

➸ lee felix: 20, ex boyfriend of y/n, they dated for a year and broke up on mutual terms, still good friends. he doesn’t know y/n real identity.

➸ aunt hana(song hyu-kyo): 39, the aunt of both jisung and y/n. she took them in after their parents death. does not know y/n secret identity.

➸ kang yeosang: 21, someone who has a crush on y/n for the past 2 years. he doesn’t not know her secret identity.

➸ bangchan: 29, the professor and scientist that y/n looks up to. he does not know her identity.

➸ choi san: 25, her mentor and also a cop who helps her. y/n sees him as an adult figure in her life, so he knows who she is and her secret identity.

➸ kim jennie: 26, partner of san, meaning she is also a cop, but doesn’t know y/n identity.

➸ jake: 19, ryujin’s boyfriend and does not know y/n identity.

#stray kids #fluff #angst #lee minho #lee minho x reader #lee felix #lee know #han jisung #yang jeongin #shin ryujin #kang yeosang #bang chan #choi san #kim jennie #jake enhypen #smau #spider man au

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yyink · 4 days

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Epic the Musical + Minalby????

suffering is honestly such a fire song I cant stop listening to it🙏

This is actually just my Greek God/Goddesses as some maze runner Characters mentors 😋

but Epic is a fire musical and I love the songs sm and honestly legendary solos🗣️🔥

Btw! Aphrodite is Alby’s mentor, Ares is Minhos, Athena is Newts, Hermes is Aris, Demeter is Rachels, Apate is Teresas, and Thomas is someones…I really dont have any clue atm😭

#art #i just think they're neat #doodle #help #ship art #the maze runner #they should kiss #tmr minho #alby #alby x minho #tmr alby #greek mythology #greek gods #epic the musical #epic the thunder saga

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stephreviews · 6 months

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Hwarang: The Poet Warrior Youth (2016-2017)

This drama follows the stories of the men of Hwarang, an elite warrior group loyal only to the king of the Silla era. However, a twist in the story is that the current king is in hiding. The previous king was assassinated when the current king was a child, so the king is in hiding until he is powerful enough to protect himself. Until then, his mother, the Queen Regent rules. The story predominantly follows the king, Kim Ji Dwi/Sam Maek Jong, an orphan commoner who doesn't know his own ancestry and assumes the identity of his best friend (Kim Sun Woo), Gae-Sae, and Kim Sun Woo's sister and doctor of the Hwarang warriors, Kim Ahro.

Phew. 😵 That was a long explanation. And that's not even spoiling anything. Now, to the ratings!

Extremely complicated political drama: 10/10

Hilarious wise old man mentor: 10/10

Adorable side couple: 20/10

THEY ARE UNJUSTLY UNDERRATED AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE! BAN RYU AND SOOYEON FOREVER! 💘

Love triangle that isn't infuriating: 8/10. Minus 2 points for being predictable.

Morally ambiguous queen that I'm not sure if I like or not: 10/10

Sexy Shower Scene: 10000/10

I'll leave the shower scene with a cast like Park Seojoon, Park Hyungsik, and Shinee's Minho up to your imagination 😉 Check out this underrated gem and give it the love it deserves!

Just look at these two!!! Ban Ryu x Sooyeon my beloved ❤️❤️❤️

#kdrama #kdrama reviews #steph reviews #hwarang #hwarang: the poet warrior youth #bts #bts v #park hyungsik #park seo joon #go ara #park seojoon

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lettersfromaphrodite · 1 year

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[2.22]

― pairing : Han Jisung x fem! reader ― content warnings : angst, fluff, implied smut, wolf au, reader is a witch, soulmates, medieval settings as always, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ; for the witch hunter part I kinda got inspired by the Merlin and Freya story but without the tragic ― word count : 2.670

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

Branches roughly scratched your face and your arms, the sound of the dry leaves breaking under your feet as you desperately ran through the woods, trying to save yourself in what had started as a quiet and cool autumn morning.

Gritting your teeth as every limb in your body started to ache, your left hand was tightly pressed on the bloody wound on your right side, disheartened by the fact that you couldn’t use magic to heal your wound. You felt your own blood wetting your trembling fingers, and you wanted to cry, both by the pain you were feeling and both because you didn’t even have time to rest for a few seconds.

So, you kept running, a hunter following you close behind. You have been hearing rumours spreading through your village that the King had called for a hunter to investigate presumed supernatural events that started to happen at the court, but you had never thought that said hunter would have chased you as soon as he arrived. You did not have anything to do with the alleged magic episodes happening in the Castle, but you have heard from your mentor witch that hunters never stopped in front of anything.

Witches, werewolves, shapeshifters; the hunters would hunt everyone, trap them, and execute them on a public square. Therefore, their weapons and methods of capture improved through the years and adapted easily to every need.

This was the reason why you could not use your magic to defeat him, nor to heal yourself; your wound was caused by an enchanted blade, which would neutralize your magic unless someone else healed you.

A small clearing opened in front of you, and your heart sank at the view. Two wolves, one with ginger fur and hazel eyes, and the other with white fur and blue eyes immediately snapped their eyes towards you, both alerted and wary at your state and sudden appearance. Your eyes met hazel ones, and between all the pain, you felt a confusing warm sensation invading your senses.

«R-run,» you tried to say, but it came out as a raspy, weak whimper, «hunter.» you managed to add, pain clouding your senses, feeling as you were about to faint. You saw the wolves sharing a look, before the white wolf stopped the other from walking towards you, pushing him towards the woods behind them instead.

This was the last thing you saw before darkness enveloped your senses.

The dark night sky met your eyes as you woke up feeling sore due the metal bars against your back. Pain immediately shot through your side as you tried to move, blinking few times to gradually take in your surroundings as you weakly managed to breathe. Large, heavy metal cuff adorned your wrists, connecting them to the metal bars of the small cage you were trapped in. You were in one of the streets of the village, so that cage must have been the one that the hunter carried along with him, pulled by his horse; you hesitantly looked around, but did not find any trace of the hunter. With slow movements, the shackles rattled as you lifted the hem of your skirt, noticing that at least, your ankles hadn’t been tied up as well.

Tears blurred your vision, realizing that, that was it. You would have died like that, since you did not know any other witch who could heal you, let alone someone who could save you. Judging by the pain you constantly felt, the effects of the enchanted blade were still active, and you suspected that the handcuffs were enchanted too, if not the whole cage, meaning that you could not save yourself.

Basically, you were doomed. You closed your eyes as the hunter exited the tavern, leaning against the cage bar with a gloved hand.

«I hope you’re not feeling too cold, witch.» he spat, with an obnoxious and gruff voice. «They’ll warm you up soon enough.» with a merciless laugh, he walked away from you, and your heart sank even deeper.

“At least, for now they’re both safe.” You thought, your mind briefly recalling soft hazel eyes and fur as white as snow pushing him away.

You most definitely lost count of days; you could not stay awake, and you could barely sleep. You were stuck into an impasse. Night fell once again, hasty and sneaky whispers suddenly catching your attention, along with few low growls. You tried to identify the shadows approaching your cage, trying to help yourself with the light the full moon provided, wondering if the hunter changed his plans for you.

Fear spreaded through your body and the shackles rattled loudly as you attempted to press yourself even further against the metal bars, the desperate attempt to somehow save or shield yourself even if you were helpless and trapped. A boy around your age with white hair and long white eyelashes suddenly jumped on the carriage, in the front of the cage’s locked door, his index fingers in front his lips signalling you not to make any noise. You nodded at him, still trembling, just to notice another boy with light brown hair effortlessly climb on and kneel next to him.

«How’s it, Lix?» the boy asked the one with white hair, as they both studied the padlock.

«It’s a piece of cake.» the boy’s deep voice startled you, and he started picking at the padlock with what you thought was a thin fragment of sharpened iron. «Let’s say I expected more from a hunter’s cage.» he smiled to himself as the padlock opened with a soft “click”, and they both opened the door of the cage with slow movements, in order to prevent any squeaking noise from the rusty iron.

«We’re not going to hurt you,» The boy with light brown hair smiled warmly at you, two dimples appearing to corner his smile. «I’m Chris, and he’s Felix.» he gestured to the white haired boy which was now picking at the locks of the heavy handcuffs around your wrists. Felix looked up with a soft smile at the mention of his name. «There are others outside the cage. Me and my friends are here to save you.»

«Let’s save the introductions for later,» Felix mumbled, placing the handcuffs on your side, away from you, and your first instinct was to rub your red and sore wrists, «we’re running short on time.»

Chris nodded, and with a gentle «I’m so sorry for this.» he leaned towards you and picked you up as gently as he could, as you tried to suffocate another wave of pain running through your side. Chris effortlessly jumped down the carriage while holding you tight, and you noticed that “the others” which he was referring to were indeed a pack of wolves.

«Han, Seungmin, get her home. We’ll take care of him.» Chris said, and obediently, two large wolves slowly walked towards you. Your eyes met hazel ones, and the ginger wolf you saw few days earlier was looking at you as he was feeling your own pain.

«You’ll be fine now, your mate is here.» You heard Chris say once again, his gentle voice reaching your ears distant and muffled. The last thing you remember was being helped climbing on the back of the ginger wolf, which partially leaned down to help your movements, and you caressing a small fraction of his soft fur, feeling somehow as safe as you have never felt. You let yourself trust your saviours enough to close your eyes, and darkness once again enveloped your soul.

The feeling of dizziness was the first thing that welcomed you as soon as you woke up. An unfamiliar wooden ceiling met your tired eyes, and you realized that you have been laying on a soft mattress, instead of a metal cage.

Feeling an unfamiliar sensation of warmth around your right hand, you glanced down, just to see an asleep boy sitting on the floor with his head on the mattress, as he was still holding your hand. A strange sensation of familiarity pervaded your senses as you saw his delicate features cornered by long blondish hair.

You tried to sit up, but pain shot through your side again, and you whined, collapsing back on the bed, involuntarily waking the bow up. You were confused by the pain you were feeling; it was definitely different from the one generated by the enchanted blade. Could it be that your saviours found a way to heal you?

The boy blinked twice before noticing you were awake, and his eyes widened immediately.

«Here, let me help you.» he offered, his hand hanging in mid-air, waiting for your approval. Due to a strange pull you felt in your chest you found yourself nodding, and he delicately helped you sit up, your back lying comfortably against the fluffy cushions.

«I’m Jisung,» he smiled, reaching out to your nightstand to offer you a glass full of water, which you gladly accepted. «I’m part of the group that saved you last week.»

«Last week?!» you shrieked, your voice hoarse and your throat burning due to not having spoken with anyone not having drank anything for apparently, more than a week.

A sad smile adorned Jisung’s pretty lips, «We’re very lucky to be both alive.» he said, confusing you, but proceeded before you could ask. «There are other witches in the pack, they’re my friends’ mates.» you nodded, recalling Chris’ saying the same word that night. «They healed you, and took care of you.» due to you still dizzy state, you noticed only in that moment that you had been completely bathed and you weren’t definitely wearing your clothes anymore. You nodded, slowly taking in everything that happened and everything he said. You most definitely owed them your life.

«Thank you,» you offered Jisung a sweet, sincere smiled which he immediately mirrored. «But… How did you know I had been caught?» You furrowed your brows, waiting for Jisung to confirm your thoughts.

A pack of wolves mysteriously showed up after you’ve warned two wolves you randomly found on your way, and coincidentally, one of them had human features which reminded you of the white wolf you saw, so, this meant that-

«You told me yourself,» Jisung’s soft voice intruded your thoughts, and for some reason, your heart sparked up at the confirmation to Jisung being not only the ginger wolf you’ve seen but there was a probability of you being his mate. «I was going to pick you up immediately, but Felix convinced me it was probably better to alert the others and to come up with an actual plan to save you.»

«How am I even supposed to repay this debt.» you mumbled to yourself, throwing your head back and meeting yet another fluffy cushion. Jisung chuckled softly at your reaction.

«Come live with us, with me. I mean-us.» he said, blushing as he stuttered on his sentence and you softly giggled at him, rubbing your eyes with one hand.

«Whose house is this?» you asked, weakly, feeling yourself getting drowsy once again. «Mine.» Jisung said, taking away the empty glass from your hands. «Okay then,» you mumbled, «I’ll move in.» «I’ll be here when you’ll wake up.» was the last thing you heard Jisung say, before you fell into a peaceful sleep.

You have been falling in and out of sleep few more times, and Jisung had always kept his promise. Sometimes he would be awake, sometimes asleep, but as soon as you woke up, he would be the first thing you would see.

Something brushed against your shoulder, and you woke up to find Jisung laying on top of the blankets and cuddled on your side, his forehead brushing against your shoulder as he tried to occupy as little space as he could. Following your instinct, you turned on your side to face him, happily noticing that finally your side stopped hurting, and scooted closer to him, so that you would fall asleep once again with your forehead against his.

You woke up few hours later due to the feeling of Jisung’s fingers delicately brushing few strand of your hair away from your face, his eyes burning into yours from up close. During sleep, you managed to intertwine your hands, and neither of you tried to move from the contact now that you were both fully awake.

«Jisung?» you mumbled, and he hummed in response. «Why did you say we were lucky to be alive?» you saw his eyes soften, and his hand reached out to gently caress your cheek.

«You and I are mates,» he explained, «if one of us dies, so does the other.» Jisung’s voice made your heart sank in realization that you unknowingly almost killed your mate and, feeling your emotions, he re-adjusted your positions so that he could hug you close to his body.

«I’m sorry it took us a while to come and get you but, everything is going to be okay, now. We’re together.»

You quickly adjusted to your new life. First of all, you were happy you could use magic once again, and consequently, to finally have friends with the same gift you had.

The pack welcomed you, but they simply acted as you had always been there, nothing changed in their routine, neither in yours, and you felt home and safe with them accepting you so easily and making you feel one of the family. Jisung was the goofiest and most caring mate you could ever have. His loud personality always made you feel at ease, and so did his natural desire for contact and skinship. Despite the two of you acting like a lovesick couple for the whole day, you and Jisung shared your first kiss a month after your arrival.

Due to what happened, he spent the day walking you around the woods, both in his human and wolf form, showing you that there was no more reason to be afraid, since the hunter had been taken care of and from now on, he would have been there to protect you.

And so, your first kiss was shared under an old oak tree, after you’ve been playing hide and seek all afternoon, and finally, you felt one with the nature and you were no more afraid of the dangers that it could hide.

«Found you!» you excitedly jumped in Jisung’s arms, which held you up immediately, his hold unwavering.

Jisung chuckled. «You did, again.» you inched down, closing the space between you and capturing Jisung’s lips in a soft kiss. Effortlessly keeping you up with his right arm, his left hand reached up to tenderly cup your jaw, gently angling your head to have a better access to deepen the kiss. You kissed him back with equal fervour, feeling as your souls were now connected at a whole, different level.

Eventually, Jisung carefully laid you down on the soft grass, peppering your body with sweet kisses as you made love under an old oak tree, shielding you from indiscreet eyes, as you were lost in each other’s touch. Jisung’s hands and the promised of undying love he whispered against your skin made you feel like you were on fire, as you both tried to adapt to the new sensation of completeness that inevitably came as your bodies rocked and grinded together, chasing your release while tightly intertwining your hands together. Jisung’s left hand intertwined with yours and his right hand cupped your jaw once again to kiss you as you came together, absorbing each other’s moans with a tender kiss, your left hand hanging loosely around his right wrist.

«I think I really love you,» Jisung mumbled in the crook of your neck as you both shared the bliss of your post orgasm state, and you felt your heart soar. «And I’m really glad you found me.»

«I love you, too.» you mumbled back, feeling Jisung’s hammering heartbeat right against your skin, «And I’m really glad you found me right back.»

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w3bgrl · 10 months

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danceracha and juyeon

a/n: ship popularity is 1-8 with one being the most popular and 8 being the least! this is rated by stay interaction and not a representation of the member’s feelings toward one another.

lee minho + kang juyeon ♡ hoyeon

ship popularity: 6/8

obviously, it goes without saying that dancer juyeon was impressed by all of danceracha at first. however, minho was the one that really stood out to her.

and for good reason! minho’s past as a backup dancer showed in the practice room and it caught the attention of not only juyeon but chan as well.

after seeing him only a handful of times, bangju agreed that he would be a valuable member to their growing team and subsequently chased him down after practice one day (poor guy) before nearly coercing him into meeting the rest of their group, as minho was the last to join jyp’s trainee program

of course, minho was welcomed with open arms and a strong friendship was built in the small window between him becoming a trainee and the beginning of the survival show

but, as reminisced by hoyeon on an episode of 2 kids room, minho inadvertently hurt juyeon’s feelings very early into their friendship. it was just a little joke, albeit a little pointed as it came from minho, but juyeon totally took it personally and her feelings were very hurt.

from her perspective, his joke on her behalf was not for him to laugh with her but at her. she left this interaction visibly upset and wondered if minho was actually a mean person and they just hadn’t realized until now.

but minho was/is not a bad guy! his intentions were not to hurt her feelings, and he was quick to pull her aside the next day and apologize to her.

at this point, neither of them can remember the joke, so it’s safe to say that this incident was cleared up quickly, and minho has since adjusted the way he interacts with her.

he is still totally himself, but he’s learned how to phrase things in a sweeter way for her while throwing her under the bus at the same time ㅋㅋ

juyeon has also gotten much better at understanding his ways and often reciprocates the loving teases

hwang hyunjin + kang juyeon ♡ jinju (pearl)

ship popularity: 7/8

hyunjin is actually one of the only members that juyeon sees as a brother as well as a friend.

but brother first. (=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=)

this likely stems from their defining dynamic predebut where she consistently scolded him and jisung for fighting.

according to what members have said over the years, it was a common occurrence for her to stop practice to pull them both outside for a moment and return with their tails tucked between their legs.

and even after jisung and hyunjin fixed their relationship, juyeon remained an older sister figure to jinnie. she pushed him hard and held high standards for his capabilities, which she has since apologized for as she didn’t put much focus into being his friend.

but a long time has passed since this point, and they have found a good balance between friends and siblings, even though they’re technically the only child in their family.

juyeon remains somewhat of a mentor to him and a big motivator for his growth. in return he lets her steal his clothes sometimes and every sunday they take turns doing something they each want to do together. they call this “bonding time”.

another one of the members who can get her riled up. give him 5 minutes and you’ll think she took a shot of something. coffee? soju? windex? who knows.

the reigning champions of stage presence

always trying to one up each other in choreographies. if not they’re trying to mess each other up.

lee yongbok + kang juyeon ♡ yeonbok

ship popularity: 5/8

prior to meeting billie and the rest of stray kids, felix was having quite a hard time in korea. not only the culture shocks he was experiencing, but as we know, his korean was quite lacking as well. during this time he was very overwhelmed and felt totally isolated, especially when surrounded by fellow trainees.

in a backwards sort of way, this rough period for felix is actually how juyeon got to know him. had he arrived to korea fluent it’s likely the history of stray kids would not be the same.

after going to the jyp cafeteria at an irregular time she saw a boy with a dark cloud over his head sat all by himself. she didn’t have the heart to just get her food and go, and instead she decided to ask to sit with him.

at first he apologized, and then asked her to repeat herself, and his cadence alone was enough for her to realize that he was a foreigner. because of this, juyeon utilized her fluency in english to communicate with him and later helped a lot with translating what he wanted to say back to korean.

it was their first meeting that she learned he was from australia, and she called chan instantly to help offer friendship and a little bit of home to this sad little guy. chan was obviously on his way before she could say where they were, and as they say, the rest is history ~

juyeon’s warmth toward felix quickly made her a shoulder to lean on, and if not chan, felix was always next to her for moral support

for a long while, maybe until around my pace era, they had daily study sessions where they could help further one another’s foreign language skills. felix taught her a lot of english slang, her favorite being “the bees knees” as it just makes no sense.

and unlike members like jisung and minho, felix and juyeon have never had any beef whatsoever. since day one they have been besties and their connection is always harmonious and easy.

but to be fair, who can dislike felix? bffr.

not a super popular ship within the stay community but certainly an important one!

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