#radio host bang chan

[yeonzzzn]

🎙chasing you: lee know / bang chan

pairing: lee know x afab!reader x bang chan word count: 2.5k

synopsis: you couldn’t believe you got hired as an intern at your favorite radio show. While hoping to learn the do’s and dont’s of being a radio personality, you start to fall for both of your bosses…

genre: radio show host!au, non-idol!au, love triangle, smut

warnings: lee know smut ♡

intro | one | two | three

You double-checked the coffee cups, making sure the boys' orders were correct. 

Your black boots slapped against the pavement as you quickly crossed the street and into the building. 

Jihyo side-eyed you as you ran up to her desk. 

“You’re late, Chan isn’t happy.”

You gave her a boxed smile, handing her her coffee.

“Yes I know,” you sighed, taking one last look at the other coffees, making sure they were indeed correct, “Han was over last night and I forgot to reset my alarms.” 

You silently cursed your best friend for him showing up last night all because he was bored and had nothing else to do. 

“Is the coffee to make up for being late?” Jihyo raised a brow as she sipped her coffee. 

“No,” you scoffed, “Chan texted me when I was halfway here, then had to turn back around.” 

She shrugged, “Might as well, since you’re already late.” 

You stared off at the elevator, “How mad is he?” 

Jihyo took another sip of her coffee, looking back at the computer. 

With a groan, you balanced the coffee in your hands as you entered the elevator. Your heart pounding as you arrived at the third floor. 

You slowly made your way out, thinking if you crept in, Chan wouldn’t notice. 

Changbin was sitting at the soundboard, Minho on the couch playing on his phone. No Chan in sight. 

Quickly walking over to Minho, you handed him his coffee without him even looking up at you, “You’re late, Y/N.” 

“Yes, I apologize.” 

“Leave the poor girl alone,” Changbin said leaning back in his chair, “She’s been here for six months and never has been late but twice.” 

“Third time a charm, and Chan isn’t as forgiving as me.” Minho teased. 

It made your heart race faster, terrified at the possibility of losing your job. You’ve tried so hard to be perfect, specifically for Chan. He held you to such high standards, mostly after the first time you hosted the show with them, the fans loved you and that just set the bar even higher for Chan to expect from you. 

You handed Changbin his coffee. He gave you a soft smile, “You’ll be fine, I promise.” 

“Do not speak on my behalf.” 

You froze in place at hearing his voice.

“Chan, I’m sorry.” You turned and faced him, wondering if he could see how fast your heart was racing. 

“It’s the third time!” He crossed his arms, his biceps flexing against his chest. 

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, but it hasn’t been back to back!”

Minho chuckled softly, sipping his coffee as if it were popcorn and you and Chan were the movie. 

You could see Chan was losing his patience and decided to give in. 

“Look, I am sorry. I didn’t want to be late, it kinda just happened. I think I have proved myself enough the last six months that I am worth having this position, I can’t be perfect all the time Channie, I am sorry.” 

Chan exhaled a breath, relaxing his body and nodding, “You’re right. We have kept you this long for a reason. But you were still late, so you’re on cleaning duty tonight.” 

You nodded, it was a fair punishment. 

“Now get ready, we go live in five.” With that Chan was out the door. 

“Wow,” Changbin chuckled, pure shock on his face, “I’ve never seen him relax so fast.” 

“It’s because Y/N is pretty.” Minho teased, giving you his bunny smile. 

You decided to ignore the conversation and went inside the recording booth. 

Minho and Chan followed soon after. 

—

The day flew by quickly, and Chan was still very adamant that you clean up tonight. 

You started with the second floor where the break room, Chan’s office, and meeting room are. 

The break room was a breeze to clean up, it was just the five of you who were in the building at all times anyway. 

Chan’s office was already clean, so all you did was a good sweep. 

The meeting room looked as if it hadn’t been touched in months. 

You haven’t had to step foot inside this meeting room unless it was to take a quick power nap during lunch since Minho always called dibs on the couch in the recording booth or to use the printer that sat on the table in the corner. 

It took you a good hour and a half just to sweep under all the chairs and wipe the table down good enough to even look decent. Alas, you finished and made your way back up to the third floor. 

You carefully wiped down Changbin’s soundboard and rearranged the cables to make it easier when you vacuum the carpet. 

After vacuuming the carpet and the couch, you made your way inside the booth. 

It was Saturday, and you don’t record on Sundays. So you did the normal Saturday routine that well, all of you guys were supposed to do at the end of the day on Saturday. But obviously, it was just your job tonight. 

You wiped down the table and chairs. Taking the mics and headsets off the table and seating them in their respective spots on the self. 

You sighed at all the cables on the floor, checking your watch. It was ten thirty and all you wanted to do was go home. 

You were about halfway down rolling up the cables when you heard the click of someone pushing the speaker button. 

“You’re still here?” 

You turned and looked through the glass, seeing Minho and shrugging your shoulders, knowing he couldn’t hear your response due to the mics being put away. 

He slowly sighs, letting go of the speaker button and swinging the booth door open to join you. 

“Why are you still here?” Minho asked, narrowing his brows down at you. 

You shrugged once again, “Cleaning duty means cleaning everything.” 

“Y/N,” Minho takes the cables from your hands and starts rolling them, “Let me help you, please. So you can get home faster.” 

You nodded, knowing you didn’t have a choice, “Chan will kill you if he finds out you helped me.” 

Minho shrugged, clicking his tongue, “I don’t give a shit, he’s my best friend, he will get over it. Plus you don’t need to be here by yourself.” 

That’s when it clicked in your head, “Why are YOU here?”

Minho gives you his famous smile, his brown doe eyes as happy as ever, “I had a feeling you were still here, so I decided to come back.” 

You nodded, very thankful for his help, “Thank you, I was getting lonely being here alone.” 

You went back to rolling the other cables, feeling Minho’s eyes not leaving you. 

“Do I look funny or something?” you teased him, “I must be if you’re still staring.” 

“I meant it when I said you are pretty earlier.” 

Your body went hot, face flushing instantly, “Oh no, Minho please I’m not, stop teasing me!”

Your index finger poked his shoulder, but as you were pulling away, he took your hand in his, “I mean it. You’re beautiful. Chan sees it too. That’s why he went easy on you today.” 

The warmth of his skin was enough to make you flush more, this beautiful man standing in front of you is holding YOUR hand. 

You’ve always been attracted to Minho, he never fails to make you laugh and smile and remember the smallest details about you. How could you not have a small crush on this man?

Minho’s thumb circles the top of your hand and he stares deeper into your eyes. 

“Kiss me.” He said. 

You stood frozen, heart beating out your chest, “W-what?”

He pulls you to his chest, both of you dropping the cables, “I said kiss me.” 

You stood on your tippy toes, crashing your lips into his. 

You took in the sweet smell of his cologne and cherry chapstick. The way his hands grazed down your body left you dizzy. 

Minho deepened the kiss, pulling you closer to him, not leaving any space between your bodies. 

The bulge in his pants tightens, feeling his hard length stiffen against your lower half. 

“Fuck, just kissing you is making me so hard.” He said in between kisses. Minho slowly rocked his hard cock against you, making you weak in the knees. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to help lift you closer to him. 

Minho broke the kiss, pulling the chair underneath him and sitting down, pulling you along. 

You straddled him, desperately connecting your lips back to his as if he were the sole source of your oxygen. 

He rubbed his hands against your bare thighs, sliding up your skirt, “You look so sexy right now,” he whispered, his fingers looping at the hem of your underwear, “I’m not going to lie to you, I want you so bad right now.”

You grinded yourself against his clothed dick, a soft groan escaping his lips. 

“Baby if you keep this up, I will take you right here, right now.”

You weighed out your options and what the best course of action would be. 

You’re already making out with one of your bosses, why not go further?

But at the same time, YOU’RE making out with one of your bosses. 

His clothed hard dick was enough to soak you, making you want to let him take you. 

“Minho,” you whispered, running your hands down to the hem of his jeans, wrapping your fingers around the metal button, “please fuck me.” 

Minho grinned, his hands flying to his jeans, helping you unbutton them and slide them down just enough.

You stood up, letting him pull your panties off you before you climbed back into his lap. Hands reaching down into his boxers, his length twitching in your hand as you pulled him out of his boxers. 

“Fuck, baby.” Minho groaned, flinging his head back at your touch. He wanted to fuck you so bad and didn’t know if he could wait another second. 

You positioned your sex to align with his tip, slowly rubbing yourself against him. You loved the look on his face as you teased him. He was putty in your hands and this was the only time you’d ever have this kind of power over him. 

“Please, Y/N,” Minho squeezed your hips, his doe eyes begging for you, “If you don’t slide down on my cock right now I will lose my goddamn mind.” 

His words send chills down your spine. You sucked on your bottom lip as you slid yourself down onto him, taking his full length inside you. 

You both gasped, his grip on your hips becoming tighter. There’s no way there wouldn’t be a bruise on your skin after this. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and you rode him, bouncing on his cock fast and hard, earning a string of “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” from his mouth. 

Minho latched his mouth onto the small of your neck, sucking softly on your skin. You fling your head back, feeling overstimulated by his dick inside you and his mouth leaving hickeys on your skin. 

“Mi-Minho!” you moaned out his name, picking up your pace, his dick hitting all the right spots. 

“That’s it, baby, keep moaning my name as you fuck me.” 

Minho wrapped his arms around your waist helping push yourself deeper onto him. He wanted to fill you up completely, not leaving a single inch out. 

Your fingers grasped at his dark hair, continuing to moan out his name. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m going to cum soon.” Minho moaned loudly, eyes shutting and brows narrowing, focusing on the feeling of his dick in between your walls. 

“Me too, me too.” you breathed out, “Cumming soon.” 

“Fuck that’s so sexy, cum together? Ya? Want to make a pretty mess on my cock?”

You nodded, feeling his cock twitch inside you. 

“I can’t hold out much longer,” he squeezed you tighter. 

“Let go, just let it go,” you said, connecting your lips again as you released onto him. 

Minho moaned against your lips as he also reached his climax, both of you bucking your hips chasing after your high. 

“What the fuck are you two doing?!” 

The both of you jolted. You whipped your head around seeing Changbin standing on the other side of the booth, pure shock on his face. 

“I could hear you both moaning through this soundproofed room!” Changbin yelled at you two through the speakers. 

Minho laughed at his younger friend, “Yeah well unless you want to see my dick I suggest you look away when Y/N gets off me,” he screamed at the top of his lungs. 

“Oh hell fucking no!” Changbin released his finger off the button quickly turning around. 

You quickly found your panties on the floor and pulled them on as Minho adjusted his boxers and jeans back into place. 

You followed Minho out of the recording booth, the largest smirk placed on his face as he reached out for Changbin. 

“Binnie! You want a turn next?!”

“No no no!!” Changbin snapped, backing away from his friend, “I am so good. Thanks but no thanks.”

“Well fuck,” Minho snapped his fingers, resting his hands onto his hips, “I was ready for another go though.” 

You felt embarrassed, the full realization hitting that you just had sex with one of your bosses and got caught by another co-worker…

That’s when another realization hit you.

“You can’t tell Chan!” 

Changbin looked between Minho and you, way too confused to even speak. 

“Come on Bin, use your big boy words,” Minho teased, “You going to tell Chris?” 

“That’s what you’re worried about right now!” Changbin snapped, “What the fuck are you two still doing here!?”

Minho crossed his arms, tilting his head, “What are you doing here Binnie?” 

Changbin sighed, rolling his eyes, “I came to check on Y/N, I saw that the alarm was still not set and wanted to make sure she was okay. And obviously, to my surprise, she wasn’t alone and I could hear both of you through the room.” 

Minho smirked even more, “Fuck that’s kinda hot.” 

“Minho!” both you and Changbin screamed. 

All he could do was laugh. 

“Listen, I won’t say anything to Chan but if he decides to check the cameras, you’re on your own. But next time choose somewhere else to bone, will ya?” Changbin exited the room after that, pure shock still on his face. 

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t see the cameras,” Minho reassured you, “It’ll be our secret.” 

You nodded, your brain still trying to comprehend what just happened.

Minho, pulled you to his chest, “I like you, Y/N, and that sex was so exciting. I look forward to another round with you.” 

Your face reddened, “Minho, don’t say things like that!” 

His bunny smile came back, “You’re cute when you blush.” 

He left a kiss on your forehead and then slowly backed away from you. 

“I’ll see you Monday, DO NOT be late!” he pointed his index finger at you, “Oh and make sure to cover those hickeys, or don’t, it’ll just show how I claimed you.” 

You stood there alone for ten minutes before finally snapping out of your daze and leaving to go home. 

“I need to call Han.”

[krisstheidiot]

1-Character Intros 1.0

A/N:- It's a lot but I thought this would be more of an effective background and context than in pics so yeah spare me guys I wrote this with half my usual braincell lol

@series directory

Name: Y/N Holmes

Age: 18

Year: Freshmen (Fall Sem)

Major: Double major in Computer science and Film Studies with a minor in Fashion Design.

Extracurriculars: Student Rep in the student council, Tennis, Theatre, Writing.

Vibes: Chaotic Academia, Occasionally casual chic, Smiley, Crack most of the time, Spontaneous, Very Indecisive, Sarcasm goes undetected as jokes, Every word is laced with sarcasm so good luck, history is full of how to pull off crimes but its for research nothing much.

Background: Part French(Maternal) and part British-Korean(Paternal), Skipped two years when she was a kid but then took a gap before applying for college, met Seungmin and Han in 7th grade, Mom is a famous fashion designer, Dad a surgeon, during the gap she took she had gone on a trip around Europe with her mom and made friends in France during the month she stayed there.

Name: Kim Seungmin

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Double major in Journalism and Media Arts.

Extracurriculars: Treasurer(Student Council), Runs the campus newsletter, Photography club, Baseball.

Vibes: Smart Casual look, Citycore, Straightforward, does not believe in delulu, Sarcastic mean but funny in a way, will sassy shit on people who bother the people he cares about, pretty smile, is very sentimental inside, book boyfriend coded to the T. (*Mom I want one*)

Name: Han Jisung

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Double major in Audio Engineering and Music Technology

Extracurriculars: Extra curriculars head(student council), Music, Part of the band called 3racha on campus, Also the campus radio show host with the other two from 3racha called "Racha Talks"

Vibes: Grunge, graphic tees with blazers, Beatles, Chaos, Very shinchan coded lol, Sirius black outfits, Emo boy x Indie, funny but the stupid kind, Will snort at a funeral, under the surface he is very feeling like very, likes anime, will force you to watch silent voice and then proceed to cry like a baby though ofc you would too, Taps his knee to calm his anxiety.

Name: Bang (Christopher) Chan

Age: 22

Year: Senior

Major: Double major in Music Production and Audio Engineering.

Extracurriculars: President(student council), Music, Part of the band called 3racha on campus, Also the campus radio show host with the other two from 3racha called "Racha Talks".

Vibes: Black, Casual Neat, Comfort is fashion core, Protective, Nice, sweet, Caring, will smile at you for no reason at all, Cry and the person who did it will be 6 feet under, Mans is a walking green flag y'all, Father of 7, Aussie Aussie Aussie, Kangaroo, Very huggable.

Name: Lee Minho

Age: 21

Year: Junior

Major: Major in Dance and Minor in Culinary Arts

Extracurriculars: Vice president(School council), Dance team, Volunteers at the animal shelter.

Vibes: Casual comfortable, does not like being extravagant, add cat fur on every piece of clothing, Convenient chic fashion, Sass in a very aggressive manner, Mans has evil written all over that attractive ass smirk on his face but in a good way ofc, Will not take anyone's shit, prefers cats to humans but honestly who doesn't, Cat butler to his three fur babies(we Stan).

Name: Seo Changbin

Age: 21

Year: Junior

Major: Music technology and Production

Extracurriculars: Secretary(Student Council), Music, Part of the band called 3racha on campus, Also the campus radio show host with the other two from 3racha called "Racha Talks".

Vibes: Black again, But make it more edgy, beanies, gym buddy, will fight someone for you, Mans is strong and fit, intimidating at first look but girl don't kid me he is the sweetest when you get to know him, Badtz Maru but slay, will bring you to eat with him because why the hell not.

Name: Hwang Hyunjin

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Fine Arts and Dance.

Extracurriculars: Arts, Dance team, Soccer team.

Vibes: Artsy light academia, Fancy, luxury, part times as a model(flex), Sassy, Judgy sometimes, Side eye 10x, Fears Minho, Sad eater, Seungmin biased, Procrastinates too much, Laughs at every thing you say, Laughing while clapping 100x.

Name: Lee Felix (Yongbok)

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Culinary arts.

Extracurriculars: Gaming club, Dance team, E-culture club.

Vibes: Fancy, colourful, pastels, bright, Deep voice baby face, So sunshiney all the time that you might melt from the warmth he radiates, mans is fixated on levelling up in his games, will help you build your pc, rgb went brr, streams a lot on twitch, shouting ensues whenever he is playing headphones recommended to protect your eardrums.

Name: Yang Jeongin

Age: 19

Year: Freshmen(Spring Sem)

Major: Fashion Design

Extracurriculars: Soccer team, Theatre(Costume design), Campus volunteer for extra merits.

Vibes: Modern chic, very stylish, ootd's all the time, very confident somehow and will judge people just because, Sass king, Baby bread, is very much the maknae on top even if he isn't the youngest in a setting, also models part time yay!, this guy will bully you about your height ofc in association with Seungmin.

Name: Simon Daneu

Age: 25

Occupation: CEO of a company specialising in Games and Software called Solyx.

Background: Y/N's Cousin brother but is closer to a real one because of their bond, Part French(Paternal) and part American-Korean(Maternal).

Vibes: Formal casual, Polo shirts, Button ups, corduroy pants, very chic, very overprotective as well, will spoil with no hesitation, still will bully as well with no hesitation whatsoever, likes mocking his younger sisters and brother, will pull out his card even you need the most trivial things because with him no one pays.

Name: Noelle Daneu

Age: 20

Occupation: Famous chef/baker, Owns a line of cafes and bakery/patisseries called 'The Dusk' around that are viral for their desserts and specials, also a model.

Background: Simon's younger sister, Y/N's cousin sister but is closer to a real one because of their bond, Part French(Paternal) and part American-Korean(Maternal).

Vibes: Light academia, Boss girl look, Is very funny, will spoil her younger sibs, Y/N is her baby sister and will be spoiled to bits, besties, Is very sassy which is very much a family trait honestly.

Name: Theo Holmes

Age: 9

Background: Y/N's lil brother, is a elementary student, lives in Seoul, very much rich kid but the good kind.

Vibes: Whatever mom buys lol, acts way too smug for his won good, will get bonked if he doesn't behave, finds it funny when y/n is annoyed and it makes his life a bit better to see her irritated, will tease y/n and then will whine when faced with retaliation, fights like they were enemies and then the very next minute will be giggling around like idiots.

Name: Amelia Wallis

Age: 19

Background: Y/N's bestie from Paris(met when y/n was on the Europe trip)

Vibes: Confident, cool, fashionable, always looking out for y/n, will hit someone for her.

Name: Mattheo Grey

Age: 20

Background: Y/N's bestie from Paris(met when y/n was on the Europe trip)

Vibes: Dark academia, poems, research papers, theatre kid, Hamilton.

Name: Elliot Wesley

Age: 19

Background: Y/N's bestie from London(met when y/n was on the Europe trip and then proceeded to become friends with Mattheo and Amelia)

Vibes: Smug, confident, bold, proud, country club fashion, tennis partners with y/n when she was in London, is very annoying when he wants to be.

Series Taglist:- @hyunverse , @nujeskz , @queen-in-the-shadows , @phtogravi , @authentic-65 , @rylea08 ,......

[starseungs]

ཻུ۪۪𔘓 ͎ critical hit! — bang chan smau

there were just those times where you didn't know what could hit you. literally. luckily for you, it came in the form of your uni crush.

OO. character profiles

y/n. third year music production & engineering major. likes loves music and writing songs but has a hard time actually bringing them to life. unsure how she even got into mp&e and just fighting for her life to graduate. has a younger brother named yang jeongin.

haeun. third year fashion design major. y/n's best friend since childhood. trying hard to keep y/n from getting into trouble (and is tired of it). has beef with yellow wood university student government president, kim seungmin.

chan. aka cb97 of 3racha. third year mp&e major. currently the top student of their course amongst their batch. everyone loves him, yet he still has trouble making friends (he has decent connections though). has a roommate named lee minho.

changbin. aka spearb of 3racha. third year mp&e major. loves being chan's #1 problem child. works part-time on a sports equipment store. has a roommate named lee felix.

jisung. aka j.one of 3racha. second year mp&e major. chan's problem child #2, but softer. hosts the evening university radio. has a roommate named hwang hyunjin.

*3racha is a popular soundcloud group in this story. they're not signed by a label but are pretty well-known around their target community.

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[kim-woonhak]

I'm here to talk about my baby boys Cravity!!!!

My crvt bias line is a MESS!!!!! Very similar to your tbz bias line hehe 😊

It started with just Serim.. because I have a problem with rapper/leaders (see: E-Chan, RM, Bang Chan, Jinhwa, Castle-J) but anyway soon after I completely fell for Wonjin's goofy charms 🥺 and THEN I bought The Awakening (which ,btw,, the silver version of the physical album is SO reflective! It's like a mirror!!) and got a poster & postcard of Allen and was like "welp, guess I have three crvt biases?" Idk I was just so so enamored with him after that lol

But then??? Woobin has such a funny charm and his VOICE!! And after watching Cravity park and the Minimo Jukebox videos I really really love Minhee and Jungmo!!! I feel like I bias 6 of the nine members of Cravity lol and Hyeongjun is so so so cute 🥰🥰 I really do love all nine of them 💘

As to how I got into them! I first got into Monsta X, and I saw Cravity on idol radio when Joohoney and Hyungwon were hosting. I liked Gas Pedal a lot and kinda put them on the "I'll check them out" list. Then it was the pool version of Gas Pedal that really got me 🥰

Anyway thanks for letting me ramble about my love for Cravity!!! Minji 🌟 @dkbtho

sfklJFLSDJFJ MINJIIII why is this such a relatable pattern of me adopting a group and then accumulating 293402374 biases within the group and watching my bias line expand to include a majority of the members (nct, skz, tbz, p1h, etc) i got some cravity park episode recs that I need to watch!! I need to check out the pool version of gas pedal now that u've mentioned it^^ i was actually just watching Hyeongjun guest star/MC on ssap possible with gncd jangjun and ab6ix woong today and am now extra endeared by him and also massive respect for him putting up with two extremely chaotic 97-liners and a similarly chaotic PD whispering commands into his airpod hahahaha when I get into crvt i know i'll be keeping my eye on hyeongjun 🥺 and the other members u mentioned hehe

[binniesthighs]

call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: chapter threeeee here it is!!! hehe thank you all for being patient for this update and thank you as always for giving this fic your love!! i start out the first part of this chapter in 3rd person which is a lil different, but i wanted to try it out! hehe i love hearing what ya thought of the chapter too! 😊

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut, angst 

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, skz side characters, 3rd person for the first section, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, mentions of food, brief talk of gaining weight while travelling, there’s a few spoilers hidden in this one...can ya find them? ;) 

CWs: blood and other wounds, shooting at a convenience store, thoughts about death and dying when in peril 

Word count: 5.6k 

Parts

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR

Two years of pocket change and Seungmin had finally saved up enough money to afford to study abroad. It had nearly taken him life and limb, and he might’ve suffered (1) concussion from a bowl of soup being thrown at his head, but, he had done it. 

With grease stains on his sneakers Seungmin traversed the long and stretching corridor of the airport terminal with his backpack strapped onto him tightly. The air smelled different here. It was fresher than he was used to--coming from a large city center--everything here felt more pristine. Outside of the tall glass windows, airplanes lifted off into the sky like massive metal giants. He couldn’t remember properly, but the last time that he must’ve been on a plane, it likely had been when his mother...

Seungmin shook the dusty and cobwebbed ideas out from his head. 

No more sad thoughts. 

I’m gonna like it here. He thought to himself, then clipped the little buckle to his backpack straps over his chest with a determined huff. 

I’m really going to like it here. 

With his phone in hand, he tried his best to decipher what the signs said above him. Mostly, they looked like a jumbled mess of symbols, but luckily he had spent some time trying to learn the language between shifts and sneaking peeks at his little dictionary under the diner counter. The whole terminal buzzed with a lovely kind of energy, and he was thrilled to get to know it better. The first wonderful thing about travelling abroad was that no one knew who he was, and he could be whoever he wanted. In this new land, no one knew him or anything about the dingy little apartment that he had lived in. No one knew about his less than honorable roommates or the debt that he had put himself under to go to college in the first place. 

I could be a prince for all they know. 

Seungmin liked that idea a lot. 

His stomach grumbled as he passed by food stands, however he hadn’t had the chance yet to change his currency, so he knew that he would have to wait just a minute longer. Seungmin had been assigned a host family by his college, and he hoped like crazy that they would be the kind to cook for him. Seungmin had heard somewhere that kids who go on study abroad gain a ton of weight at first...but he didn’t mind. Where else would he get the chance? 

There had been a host father that had sent him an email a couple weeks ago--that he promptly had to run through Google Translate--who told him that he would meet him outside the main luggage claim area after his flight landed. Seungmin had tried to look up and see if his host family were on social media, but he could find no such profile of theirs. He decided it probably was better that it was a surprise. 

Seungmin lugged his two large suitcases out to the summer air of the new and strange land, and it finally hit him. Standing on the solid ground of another land thousands of miles away from his home, it was really all happening. 

The landscape outside was like that of a movie scene: rolling hills and jagged mountains capped with snow, adorable little homes built into the countryside and tiny cars with horizonal license plates. The sun was warm in the cerulean sky that puffed with perfectly white clouds. On the air, the scent of flowers wafted, and he was certain that there was a lake nearby too--he had researched it. There were old men in their caps with a crook in their back, and ladies with long floral skirts and dresses with Mary Janes. Each of them had smile lines on their faces and under their eyes as if they had all lived lives well lived. There were pretty girls too with slender legs and delicate arms swaddled in light scarves. 

Seungmin wouldn’t have minded getting a girlfriend on this trip. While he kept the fact to himself, Seungmin had never really done anything with a girl before outside of some awkwardly handsy kissing in middle school. Maybe this time around, he would finally get his chance: he had read somewhere that girls often like foreigners. 

“Seung Min! Seung Min?” A man’s voice called. 

The young college student whipped his head around in the direction of the sound, finally finding a middle aged man with salt-and-pepper hair with whiskers of the same color. He had red cheeks and a large nose, and looked a bit like a character from a comic. Seungmin waved back, greeting his new father. When they met, the older man threw him into a large hug with a chuckle. He smelled a bit like Tabaco and old leather. He had a couple missing teeth, but that didn’t lessen his bright smile. 

“English?” Seungmin’s host father asked. 

“Yeah! I can speak English.” He returned with a welcoming grin. 

“I thought it would be good for us to speak English since I don’t know your tongue and you don’t know mine...meet in the middle?” 

“Thank you for coming to get me!” He said, handing the man his suitcases which were just a bit too big for the tiny trunk of the car that looked as if it had come from the 80′s. In the end, they decided to put his bags in the backseat. 

The man beamed with smiling eyes. “Of course...son!” 

Seungmin gave him a little bow, “Heh, thank you.”

“Get in the car! You must be hungry right? Long flight?”

“Oh yes, it was really long.” 

“You will eat well here! Mother knows how to feed well. She will put meat on your bones. She did with me!” He guffawed out with hearty laughter, and Seungmin already knew that he would really like this man. 

“We have a room ready for you back at home, and I will show you tomorrow how to use the buses. Okay?” 

Seungmin nodded with a bit of rose to his cheeks. He found his hand wandering down to his arm which he pinched at lightly--cliché as it was. His host father coughed and the engine sputtered, then they took off away from the sounds of jet engines to the countryside which was scattered with churches with protruding steeples and all kinds of homes with red-orange roofs and perfectly symmetrical windows. Seungmin couldn’t help but keep his eyes glued to the window as they drove on to take in the whole scene. Never had he seen a place so beautiful or magical looking. They drove on past a crystal clear lake that stretched on and on to the base of a mountain appearing to claw at the heavens, and adorned in emerald green pines and other deciduous trees. If it was even possible, he had never seen greener grass in all his life. 

“Beautiful, eh?” His host father said while tuning the radio. 

“It’s amazing.” The young student said in his amazement. “Oh, do you know if there is somewhere I can change my money? I don’t have any of your money yet.” 

“Ah!” The older man said with a wink. “I know of a place. I can take you there first.” 

The radio hummed with a static fuzz as Seungmin’s host father messed with it, skipping over the channels, blurring the music and the talk radio all together. 

Seungmin tried out the best he could to make out the words he knew, but even then he didn’t focus too hard, not when he had all this to take in. 

Mad....crime....joke...violence in the South...drugs...unknown...information...hiding...red... 

“Ah!” His host father called out after changing the channel once more, “I love this song!” He held his chest with an affectionate grasp. “The song of my homeland!” 

Seungmin whipped his attention back, trying to listen to the song that sounded anthem-like, and was sung by what sounded like several men harmonizing. Seungmin tried to focus on the melody--it was nothing like he head heard before. It sounded very...honorable. 

The small car whipped up to what looked to be a gas station on the edge of the town with one single pump and a little convenience store attached to it. In the window he read the yellow and black sign saying Currency Exchange. 

“This is what you need?” 

Seungmin nodded in his thanks then stretched his legs out once he exited, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Are you coming too?” 

The older man shook his head and took out a pack of cigarettes. “I’ll gas the car, you go in.” 

The young man gave his host father one more nod, then set fourth inhaling the immaculate summer air into his lungs. It was as if the very oxygen there held the vitality of life; he almost felt bad wasting it on himself. 

The door swung open with the tiny tinkling of bells and he entered to the smell of cured meats hanging on hooks along side the dry scent of the refrigerators holding their display of soft drinks with labels that he had never seen before. He chuckled a little seeing the giant slab of meat with twine hanging from the ceiling as such. 

“Free sample?” The attendant said while he picked his teeth with a toothpick. “Foreigner?” He added after looking Seungmin up and down. 

“Yes, and no thank you. But, can I exchange my currency here?” 

The unamused man nodded in the direction of the little kiosk in the corner of the shop. He went back to reading his tabloid where he slumped in a stool surrounded by an assortment of candy and cookies. 

Seungmin picked his mother tongue first on the little screen, robotic and green, thankful to see Korean for the first time in this new place. He navigated to the options screen. Behind him, the little bells tinkled to the shop door again, followed by the sound of the attendant scrambling out of his stool, metal legs scraping the floor. 

The student turned his head around in the commotion, taking in four very strange looking customers. Firstly, they were all covered in blood in one way or another, and each of them wore clothes--pajamas from the looks of it--which were shredded, torn, and blackened by something that might’ve been soot. Three men and one woman, and they all had a bit of a crazed look to their eyes. Clearly, none of them cared that they had walked into the store looking as such. 

Seungmin pressed his body to the corner of the shop, as if this could make him invisible. The attendant cowered behind the counter with a series of scared sounding whimpers. 

“Wh-what do you want?” He asked in his native tongue with quaking breaths. 

One of the men in the group wearing a flannel with chocolate brown hair threw open one of the fridges, took out a water bottle, cracked it open, then greedily slugged the liquid down his throat. 

“Pay the man, Fox.” He said to a man with pure white hair and shattered glasses. 

The man with white hair and glasses nodded, digging through his pockets. The man with the flannel then proceeded to revenge the place, opening up snacks and shoving the cheesy dust into his mouth with gluttonous moans and crunching loudly with an open mouth. Had he not been doing something as unsavory as such, Seungmin thought that he was pretty handsome, and somewhat familiar. The other three simply stood and watched as he did so calmly, and surveyed the shelves themselves after a moment. 

The attendant clocked Seungmin with fearful and confused eyes and Seungmin truly didn’t know what to do besides melt into the corner with the currency exchange kiosk. 

A man in running clothes ran a hand through his deep brown hair, then turned to grab several first-aid supplies in his hand. Seungmin noticed that he had a horrible gash over his eye that crusted and bled into the white of his sclera. The woman approached the attendant with arms crossed over her thin camisole that was stained a number of different colors which Seungmin didn’t want to identify. He noticed that she was only wearing white socks that were nearly stained green. 

“You do currency exchange right?” She said with a bold kind of confidence. “EGP?” 

The attendant shook in his boots, then pointed a trembling finger at Seungmin. The young man nearly felt his heart stop. The woman had stern eyes that were bagged with exhaustion, but that didn’t make her any less intimating. While she too looked a wreck, there was something about her so cold and threatening that Seungmin felt like crumpling up into a ball. Over it all, she was startlingly beautiful too. 

“Are you done?” She asked him kindly, and Seungmin struggled to get out a feeble “yes.” Of course, he hadn’t actually drawn any money out yet, but this seemed to be the best answer. 

The man in running clothes dumped a large arrangement of goods on the counter with an emotionless expression: coffee drinks, shooters of alcohol, gauze and tape, Band-Aids, anti-bacterial ointment, gum, a couple lighters and toothpaste with four tooth brushes, combs, several bottles of water, sour candy, and, oddly, condoms. 

The man with white hair came behind him to provide the cash to pay, and the attendant rang the odd group up with nervous glances to the man in the flannel who destroyed the store further. That man laughed maniacally as he popped open the plastic packaging to a pastry, then shoved in as of much of it as he could, smearing white cream over his lips. 

“Bee!! You have to try this!! A day driving through the woods and this is fucking fantastic!” He jumped up and down like an ecstatic toddler--but this was a strange juxtaposition to all the blood staining his arms and the fabric of his flannel. 

“Have some decency, Your Highness.” The woman chided, then held out her hand as the bills dispensed from the little machine. 

“Your Highness?” Seungmin muttered, not really understanding why he was still in there in the first place. 

“Fucking scam.” She muttered. “Is this all that you have??” She growled at the attendant. 

“It’s a little thing!! What do you expect??” He stammered with hands thrown in the air as if she had pointed a gun at his head. 

“F, tell Carroll to wire us when we get to Egypt. This’ll barely get us a place to stay.” 

“When I get internet access, sure, I’ll try my best.” The man with white hair said with an edge to his voice, sarcasm clearly giving it a type of bite. He then took to shoving all of their goods into plastic bags since the attendant had been too fearful to do so. He slid a few spare bills onto the countertop. “This is for everything that he ate.”  

“Do you have a bathroom?” The woman demanded, and the shopkeeper nodded, giving one more fearful glance to the college student. 

“Is there somewhere around here to get clothes?” The man with running clothes asked. 

“I-In town, a couple minutes in--” 

Outside of the little store, the sound of tires screeching on cement screamed, and all four of the strangers whipped their heads in the direction. Seungmin jumped too at the sound, and held his backpack to his chest tightly as if it were some kind of safety vest. 

The four strangers gravely exchanged terrified glances before throwing their bodies to the floor without a word. 

“GET DOWN!” The woman screamed, and in milliseconds, the rapid-fire crack of machine gun bullets came shattering the glass of the convenience store. 

Seungmin too threw all of his weight to land on his stomach on the cold linoleum floors and pressed his cheek against it while his ears rang. Tiny shards of glass pricked at his hands, but this adrenaline didn’t even let him feel the pain. He was certain that he must’ve been hyperventilating, because the room had started to spin among the relentless sounds of metal shells hitting the ground and metal shelves being upended from the force. The room filled with the smell of dozen different kinds of foods as packaging was ripped open and food and drink came spilling to the ground. The shopkeeper whimpered out loud prayers in his native tongue while he hid behind the counter. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as three of the strangers whipped out hand guns from their waistbands and knelt down behind the remaining shelves to shoot back at the black van outside. 

Seungmin pinched his arm with eyes shut. 

He wished he hadn’t. 

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. He bit the words into his lip. 

“Hey kid!” The man with white hair growled at him. “You okay?” 

While the two of them looked nearly to be the same age, this other man with snow white hair seemed to know what he was doing, so Seungmin decided to take the smallest bit of solace in that over the deafening sound of bullets. 

“I-I think so?!” 

“Keep your head down!” He said with gritted teeth, then angled his gun with a squinted eye. 

“Bee??? Bee?” The fourth man with the flannel cried. 

“Head. Down.” She said while firing more shots. 

The room filled with a thin haze, and Seungmin covered his ears with bloody fingers. 

The strangers fired their guns until there was nothing left, then escaped hiding behind the shelves with heaving chests. The young man had curled up into the fetal position, mouth feeling deathly dry with hot tears streaming down his cheeks. 

Seungmin didn’t know that he had gone on this trip for his life to end. 

How fucking cruel fate was. 

His body shook, and he clung to his bag for dear life, waiting for it all to end, and for his time to come. Seungmin would’ve thought that in the moments before he had died, he wanted to think of all the good things that had happened in his life, but, he was disappointed to find that all he could come up with was fear. 

“Did you get a look at him?” One of the strangers yelled on the other side of Seungmin’s muffled ears. 

“NO!” One of them barked back. 

“He was wearing the crest!! The red!!” The woman called out. 

The world was black behind his eyelids, but anything was better than the scene that was actually unfolding before the terrified college student. Soon, the sounds faded, and Seungmin was then really convinced that it had finally happened. This was it. He was even still scared to open his eyes. 

A grip at his arm pulled him up. 

“You okay? They’re gone. You kinda blacked out there for a second.” It was the woman had pulled him up to his feet. 

His head spun seeing the carnage of the destroyed store, and the student became dizzier by the second. 

“I-I think I’m about to black out again--” His knees felt week and his vision blurred. 

“Hey! Hey!” One of the other strangers, the one with the running clothes scooped him back up and gave a light pat to his face. “You’re alright! See?” 

Miraculously, Seungmin really was unscathed. 

“Who-who are you? Who...who the hell were they? What the FUCK was that?” 

The four of them exchanged glances once more, communicating some kind of silent understanding between all of them. 

“What’s your name kid?” The white-haired one said as he put his gun back into his waistband. 

“S-Seungmin?” 

“Ok Seungmin, there’s a lot going on here that you really shouldn’t be aware of, and there's a lot of answers that I can’t give you, I just need to to trust me, alright?” 

“O-okay?” 

Now that the shop was devoid of windows, the summer breeze came blowing into the store--an odd contrast to the mess that was made all over the glass shards and food. 

“You’re safe now. They’ve gone. No one can hurt you.” 

“A-are you sure about that?” 

“We need to get going. I don’t know why the hell they leaved when they had us cornered, but we can’t be here for long.” The man in running clothes said with a tentative bite to his lip. 

The woman nodded. “You’re right Two.”

“What do we do with him though?” The man supposedly named Two said, motioning to Seungmin. 

“D-do?” His eyes widened to frightful full moons. “D-do????” 

“We take him with?” The man in the flannel suggested and shrugged. 

The woman rolled her eyes. “You don’t call the shots on stuff like this, Your Highness.” 

“H-Highness? What??” Seungmin blabbered. 

The man with white hair snatched the young student’s bag from his hands. “You got a laptop in that bag of yours?” 

“--H-HEY!” 

He man pulled out Seungmin’s dismal Chromebook that he had also saved several months for. 

“Hm. This will do.” 

“I guess we don’t have any other choice...” The woman rolled her eyes. “Introductions later. They could be coming back.” 

“Hey, HEY!” The shopkeeper yelled, then rose from his hiding place to look in despair at his destroyed shop, and his aging cured meat slab stuck with bullet holes on the floor. 

“We’ll take care of it all. We apologize.” The man in the flannel bowed deeply. 

Sunlight stung Seungmin’s strained eyes, and he realized that he had completely forgotten about his host father in his little car from the 80′s. To his surprise, the little car was nowhere to be seen. 

“M-my dad??” He said under his breath, also realizing that all of his belongings had gone with the man too. All he now had left to his name was his passport, a spare set of clothes, his laptop, and a couple school journals. 

“Get in.” The man named Two said while throwing open the door, but then gave him squinted wink. “Been to Egypt before?” 

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“This mission is fucked.” Jeongin muttered to you, voice echoing slightly in the cobblestone alley. 

“Yeah, it certainly seems like it.” 

You fiddled with you new blouse. It was two times as itchy as you had expected and two times as expensive, but you had been desperate. With all of the spare supplies destroyed in the bombing, you and your partner had found yourselves hopelessly empty handed. 

“Carroll is gonna have our asses. Fuck...” Jeongin slicked a hand through his hair with a bandaged arm. “We can’t take that kid to Egypt with us!! We already have to be on high alert for the prince...and now this??” 

Your partner threw his head back incredulously against the brick wall, then stopped to watch the rest of the group sitting outside of the café and garnering odd glances from passerby's. 

“Well what the hell else to do we do??” 

Jeongin shrugged, then looking to the side shamefully. “You...know what the protocol is. We can’t stay here to watch over him until someone from the agency comes...and, we’re running out of time...White Rabbit is waiting for our correspondence..” 

“Absolutely not.” 

The poor young kid, naïve as he was, you couldn’t but help but feel bad for him. Not only was he all alone out there as he had explained, it appeared as if his host father had made off with all of his things too. It was hard to not pity the kid. 

“Y/n, you know that he’ll only drag us down. If we take him with, his life becomes our problem. If he dies, we’ll have to answer to whoever his family is and we both know that could get messy. We already have a mission: get the intel, then get the prince home. Not take that kid along with us for the joyride.” 

“You’re forgetting that they’ve seen him with us now. He’s associated with us. If we leave him in the dust, there’s gonna be an innocent kid dead in a foreign land, and it’ll be our fault for letting that happen. Do you want that to happen?” 

Your partner sucked at his teeth in thought for a moment, then groaned out. 

“I really fucking hate this babysitting thing.” 

“It’s the three of us and the two of them. The odds are still pretty much in our favor.” 

“It’s still dangerous odds.” Jeongin threw his hands onto his hips, then paced the length of the alley for a small stretch. “As of now, you’re assigned to the prince. Forget about the kid, Two and I will worry about him. The prince is the priority. If shit hits the fan, don’t even think twice, take the prince and get out. Okay? You should never leave his side.” 

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sneaky sense of pride. After all of the chaos and the uncertainty, Jeongin was really coming into his own. 

From the little patio where the others were, it looked as if Chan and Seungmin were getting a long swimmingly. You assumed that it had something to do with shared trauma. Weirdly, Chan had taken to the young man like a bit of a pet. Knowing all that the prince was going through, it made sense...perhaps this also could’ve explained why he had kissed you more than once. Anyone in his position would’ve acted as frantic as such--at least, this was what you had convinced yourself. 

Two sat with the two men wearing thick black sunglasses to hide his gnarly eye wound, sipping espresso. Jeongin started walking back towards the group when you grabbed at his arm. 

“--Wait, I need to talk to you about one more thing?” 

Your partner’s rather gaudy Hawaiian-themed shirt flapped in the breeze. “What’s that?” 

You drew him in closer. “What do you make of Two? He doesn’t strike you as suspicious?” 

“Suspicious? Why?” 

“I-I don’t know...it’s just a feeling that I’m getting. We know next to nothing about him--” 

“--But isn’t that how this goes? We’re not supposed to know things about each other? That’s the point? He’s stuck with us this far...and...” 

A couple passed by the two of you with linked arms, and Jeongin stopped his thought out of distrust of the two of them listening in. 

His voice lowered even further, “If Carroll trusts him, so should we.” The young man nodded, then patted your scratched shoulder. You winced, and he quickly apologized. “It’s...fine that you’re suspicious. Its best for us to be, you know?” 

“Expect the unexpected?” 

Your partner dished out a little eyeroll, “Yeah. Something like that.” 

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It was as if His Royal Highness Prince Chan had never seen the inside of a public airport before. Everything was just so novel to him, and he gasped out at all the little trinkets and tchotchkes. 

As excited as he was, he still tried his best to keep a solid composure under his disguise: a cap, a hoodie, and thick framed sunglasses. The royal didn’t look the most non-descript, but you figured that it was better than nothing. 

The young kid sulked seeing the inside of the airport once more, as he had claimed that he had just left from there. You still didn’t know what to make of him all the way, but at least you could tell that he had a good heart. While in the car he told you and your companions how he had saved up all this money to travel, studied the language and arranged to go to school here too. While all of his plans had been thwarted, at least the kid was still getting to travel...with a price on his head...but still...he was getting to travel. 

Now that Jeongin had been able to contact HQ thanks to the kid’s computer, everything was arranged. Flight tickets, sleeping arrangements, supplies and Bun even knew that you were on your way. You had little desire to see that man considering how you had heard that he was one to live up to his eccentric reputation, but there was little other choice. Jeongin’s words ran through and through your head, “If Carroll trusts him, so should we.” 

Over it all, it was the prince who had worried you most. He was out in the open, and undoubtedly whoever those bastards were with the red crests would be close on your tail. Your neck strained with a pain that only seemed to grow stronger with every corner that you turned to ensure that no one was there. While the handsome prince liked to joke about how his life was on your hands, it was much more serious than that. 

You had seen the fear in his eyes that night--it was so tangible that you could practically hold in your hands. He was a man terrified of death, and he knew that he had little control over it. You had control over it, but you knew that you could only stretch yourself so far. 

Your group of five neared your gate in the international terminal lined with several dozen different kinds of multi-colored flags. You situated yourself between Two and the Prince on one of the thin teal chairs with flattened cushions. Chan tapped his hands on this knees impatiently as he inspected the place. 

“Kind of exciting isn’t it?” He said with a tiny grin. 

“What?” You moved to look at him with his obscured features. “Exciting?” 

“Yeah, you know, travelling together. It kind of feels like an adventure. I mean, they’ve got a gun to our heads, but at least we’re together right?” 

You scoffed, simply amused at how he had taken the severity out of the situation. It was clear that this prince knew little about the concept of perspective. 

“I’m not following.” 

“I get that...we need to be careful, but who said that we can’t, say, enjoy the journey?” 

“You’re saying that you want us to have fun while we’re running for our lives?” 

The prince smiled. “You know that I like having fun. That and...I’m just trying to be optimistic.” Under his cap, he slicked his brown strands back. “The three of you seem to be so tense all the time. Obviously, that can’t be good for your health--” 

You cracked out with laughter. “You’re being ludicrous, Your Highness. We have to be on high alert at all times--” 

“I said, that you could call me Chan, remember?” He rather languidly spread out his legs in his seat, removing his glasses for moment. “How about, when we go to Egypt, I take you out somewhere nice to eat? We can relax, talk, get to know eachother more--” 

You raised your hand up to silence him. “--If this is just a ploy to get me alone, I politely rescind the offer. Here I was thinking that you were concerned about all three of us...” 

“--I am!” Chan quickly piped, “I-I’ll take you all out for dinner! But...but...you’ll have to allow me to take you out for drink then. Just the two of us. I still hold to my word of wanting to get to know you.” 

The prince’s face was puffed and bloated, and scraped with little pink and red cuts, but nothing stopped him from pulling out his signature charming and persuasive grin. 

“Try to kiss me again, and I won’t hesitate. You might be royalty but I don’t ca--” 

“--Hmmm no promises.” Chan then cut in, his grin turned even more indulgent while you watched him inspect your frame in that god-awful scratchy blouse. 

Next to you, Two let out a particularly amused sounding scoff of a laugh. 

“Forward as ever, Your Highness.” Jeongin deadpanned, then buried his nose in his coffee and newspaper once again. He hadn’t gotten to finish doing so earlier. 

Seungmin, the young student stifled his own laughter which then gradually got louder and louder. “I can’t fucking believe this. Me. Kim Seungmin, the most normal-ass person in the whole world with you four: a fucking prince, secret agents...and now we’re going to Egypt??? Egypt???” 

“Why does that sound like the set up to a shitty joke?” Two popped a bubble he had blown with the gum from the convenience store. Turns out he actually had a bit of a “gum habit” as he called it. 

“Settle down kid.” Jeongin said without his eyes leaving his paper. “You’ll make a scene.” 

The prince yawned, sliding his sunglasses back on. 

“I never really did end up getting as much sleep as I would’ve liked.” If you could’ve seen his eyes, you would’ve then seen him eye your shoulder. “May I?” he politely asked. 

Rather than giving him an answer, you rolled your head around as if to say do I need to? 

Chan let out a happy little hum after resting his head on your shoulder, nuzzling in slightly. 

You met your partner’s side eye, and he repeated for you, I really fucking hate this babysitting thing. 

“Thank you Bee.” Chan softly muttered, almost too quiet for you to hear. “I really do owe you everything.” He was careful at first, but he reached out his hand to rest it atop of yours. While the action made you twitch at first, you remembered how the same action had calmed him in the van when you had escaped the gala. 

You told yourself that you were just being nice. 

The young kid pulled out a journal from his backpack and started scribbling something, Two popped a bubble, snapping it on his unnaturally white teeth, and Jeongin sipped at his coffee. 

This really was the set up to a shitty joke. 

A woman cleared her throat over the intercom and announced, Flight C1180 to Cairo will be boarding in one hour. Thank you for flying with us today. 

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses! 

@minaamhh @dazzlehoseok @synnocence @jjewibeans @hyunsluvv @unexceptional-h @bobawithchaitea @lechanters @sailorhyunjinz @silencefavarchive @eunaeiekim @lunarskzzz

[yeonzzzn]

🎙chasing you: lee know / bang chan

pairing: lee know x afab!reader x bang chan word count: 1.3k

synopsis: you couldn’t believe you got hired as an intern at your favorite radio show. While hoping to learn the do’s and dont’s of being a radio personality, you start to fall for both of your bosses…

genre: radio show host!au, non-idol!au, love triangle, smut

warnings: will be given on each part ♡

intro | one | two | three

You wiped your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, repeating the same words over and over in your head, “Just walk in idiot!! What are you so afraid of?” But the truth of it was that you were afraid of everything and anything that could go wrong. 

The sole fact that you were even standing outside the building terrified you. You kept checking the address on the crumpled-up piece of paper, and sure enough, this was obviously the right place no matter how many times you rechecked it. 

A week ago you sat on the corner of your bed, listening to your favorite radio show: Stray Days. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle at the radio personality hosts and the jokes and stories they would tell. There were two of them: Christopher Bang and Lee Minho. 

It was just any other normal day listening to their show when the boys announced they were looking for a third host. You jumped at the opportunity and applied on their website, not even thinking you’d be lucky enough to get the job. 

But here you are, your luck finding its way to you as you stand in front of the building they record and work in. 

You were surprised when you got the email yesterday morning saying you got the job and would start as an intern today. You were up all night choosing your outfit. 

You decided to go with your favorite black skirt, white and black striped long-sleeve shirt tucked into the skirt, white high-top converse, and black knee-high socks. Your hair was curled and gently pulled behind your ears. It was an amazing look, your best friend Han even agreed. 

Whipping out your phone from your tote bag, you dial his number, and pick up not even a second later. 

“You better be calling me from inside that building, Y/N.”

Before you could even speak a word, Han was already speaking again. 

“Y/N, dammit I can literally hear the wind on your in. You haven’t gone inside yet?!” 

You sighed, “Hannie I’m terrified! What if I fuck up and they hate me?”

“Impossible,” he reassured you, “They are going to LOVE you! I promise. Y/N, girl, you literally fit all the requirements for the job. You’re funny, talented, have an amazing storytelling voice and you’re so creative. Stop doubting yourself and get your ass inside that building before you are late!” 

Han’s words were enough to encourage you to walk inside. To push open the door and stroll in like you deserved to be here. 

But once the door closed behind you, that confidence left. 

“Holy fuck, Hannie.”

You could practically hear the confusion in his voice, “Yes?”

“I’m inside and now I’m scared again.”

“Oh my fuck, I’m hanging up.” 

“No!! Han!”

And the line went dead. 

You cursed him for leaving you but decided maybe it was best to find where you were supposed to go before you were late. 

The hall at the end opened up to a lobby, a receptionist sat at the desk typing away at her computer. 

You walked up, once again wiping the sweat forming on your hands. 

She notices you right away, “Welcome in! You must be Y/N, correct?” she said with a smile. 

You nodded, “Yes, that’s me!” 

“Perfect!” She stood up from the chair, pointing you over to the elevator, “Mr. Chan and Lee are waiting for you on the third floor. If the sign is red, do not walk into the studio.”

You once again nodded, “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oh, call me Jihyo!”

You gave her a soft smile, thanked her again, and made your way to the elevator. 

Once inside, you pressed the button for the third floor. A few seconds later, the short ride ended. 

You stepped out of the elevator. Reality hits you like a truck. Holy fuck, you’re actually here. You’ve dreamt about being a radio personality. You even joined the broadcasting club in high school. So now that you’re standing in an actual recording studio sent chills down your spine and your heart wanted to leap out of your chest. 

There was a small hall that turned into the studio, and the red “on-air” sign was lit up. 

A muscular guy sat at the control desk, moving the dials on the soundboard, adjusting the sound coming from inside the recording room. 

You slowly walked up, seeing Christopher Bang and Lee Minho themselves. They sat across from each other, laughing together, papers in hand that you assumed were the scripts. 

The guy at the desk turned around, removing one of the earmuffs off his head, and turned back around, “You must be the new girl.”

“Yes.” You softly spoke.

“The guys are almost done, they are wrapping up the last bit and will be out to greet you.” 

You nodded, the nerves setting in even more. 

“Changbin.” 

His words snapped you out of your daze, “I’m sorry?”

“Changbin. I’m the tech guy, nice to meet you.” 

You’ve heard his name plenty of times from the guys. They always talk about how great of a tech guy he was for them. Sometimes even make jokes and tease him while on air knowing he can’t do anything about it.

Even though Changbin looks like he would fold them out in less than ten seconds alone. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s very nice meeting you as well, Changbin.” 

Changbin held up his hand, folding each finger down until one remained then switched the sign off. 

Christopher and Minho stood from the chairs, setting their headsets neatly on the table. 

Your heart pounded against your ribcage, watching closely as the two men who have inspired you to continue your dreams, walked out of the recording studio. 

They high fives Changbin, before they stopped in front of you. 

You could have sworn they could see how fast your heart was beating, ready to burst open from your chest. 

All you could do was stare at them, they were two gorgeously hot men, who happened to be your bosses. 

“You must be Y/N,” Christopher’s thick Aussie accent said with a wide smile, “welcome to our studio.” 

You nodded, “Thank you for giving me this chance, Mr. Bang and Mr. Lee.”

They both chuckled. You tilted your head in confusion, did you say something wrong?

“We don’t go with Mr, around here,” Minho said, reaching out for your hand, “Call me Minho.” His bunny smile warms your heart, calming whatever nerves that were once there. 

You smiled at him, “Thank you, Minho.” 

Christopher cleared his throat, gaining your attention, “You may call me by my name or even Chan, whichever you prefer.”

Chan stared down at Minho’s hand still connected with yours, his brows raising.

You pulled away from Minho, a small laugh escaping his lips. 

“Now, for the next couple weeks we will train you the basics of being a host,” Chan started, “Changbin will also train you how to properly use the boards and when to switch the volume for the sounds.”

You nodded, “When will I be ready to be in the booth with you both?” 

Chan took a step closer to you, your body frozen in place as you stared up at him, “You will have a couple of practice sessions with both of us. There will be a point system, if you reach all the points, you will start being on-air with us.” 

Minho leaned down closer to you, his bunny smile even wider than before, “Not to mention if you don’t meet our expectations, you will be removed and we will find another host.” 

You glanced back and forth between them, smirks dancing on their faces. 

Little did you know the challenges you would face over the next few weeks, but also the way the two would grab your heart. 

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A/N: hello! This is my first ever multi-part imagination! I have been racking my brain on this idea for a couple of weeks now and couldn’t for the life of me decide who would fit better for this. In the end, I decided the two I kept switching back and forth for (they also are both my bias and my bias wreck, so this fic just was perfect for what I’m imagining) I hope you guys enjoy this and look forward to the spice to come! As of right now, this image has three parts, but I will add more if it’s needed for the story to end. enjoy!♡

[amphii-writes]

Random Haikyuu Head Canons I Have

these are all taken from my discord server cause i remember to write them there, if you want to request fanfics, my requests are W I D E open! there is also nO order! these are just all the headcanons i could find tbh

warnings: mentions of blood, and just overall wild times, swearing

Asahi loves knitting sweaters because his shoulders are broad and he also loves seeing the reactions from his teammates when they get a sweater from him! He says he buys them but he doesn’t

Aone likes knitting socks because he has big feet and he loves fluffy knee high socks but his team will never know

Asahi and Aone regularly hang out and knit together! (after asahi wasnt scared of him anyways)

Nishinoya gives you shiny rocks he finds because “your eyes shine like them!”

Yamaguchi likes to have your head rest on his chest while cuddling!

Aone likes to bake

Aone dressed like a polar bear because koganegawa told him to- halloween was amazing

daICHI HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON

Daichi secretly can make some kick ass steak and is amazing at grilling sorry

Okay but real talk, Kenma and Yaku swear like sailors and it scares everyone because they always whisper the most foul, insulting things under their breath. Hearing it is like seeing a cryptid

Speaking of cryptids, Fukunaga and Shibayama are THE most true crime, mythology, and mystery obsessed fanatics on the team and often fanboy about it together 

Fukunaga’s obsession with moth man has gotten to an unhealthy stage

Kenma absolutely had a vampire phase and has read twilight. Only Kuroo knows and has sworn to secrecy via blood pact

Kuroo’s a musical nerd. Knows all of the lyrics to Hamilton, BMC, DEH, Heathers, Rent, Beetlejuice, Etc. Kenma considered dropping him because of it

Iwaizumi tells the worst dad jokes and Kyotani, wanting to beat him, started doing it too and it drives everyone insane

Yahaba and Matsukawa get along surprisingly well. Both are true crime freaks and bond over their forensic files obsessions

Matsukawa didn’t really like his thick eyebrows so he got one of his female friends to pluck it for him, but almost cried and gave up after the first hair. Oikawa called him a pussy for the next year

Hanamaki jokingly flirts with everyone on the team so most of them just got used to it, but it still confuses Kindaichi to the point of mental breakdown

Makki called Kyotani ‘puppy’ as a joke once and now mad dog is truly terrified of him

Kyotani’s dog absolutely ADORES Oikawa and it’s the funniest shit to the rest of the team

Mattsun and Makki play DnD and once convinced Yahaba and Kyotani to join. Kyotani kept rolling to fight everyone and Yahaba was a bard that kept rolling to seduce everyone. They kept yelling across the board so they had to kick them out

Outside of his school uniform, Goshiki specifically wears only plaid

Tendou makes little chocolates for the whole team every once in a while so they don’t think he’s scary

Semi and Shirabu once had a fistfight in an abandoned McDonald’s parking lot while Tendou filmed and Goshiki cheered them on

Everybody makes fun of Shirabu’s haircut but nobody dares to say it to his face. its gotten to the point where they say he got it done by a blind old lady

There’s a running joke about Shirabu also getting his haircut from prison but Goshiki is starting to suspect that it may not be a joke

Yamagata and Tendou are good friends with the mutual goal of collecting as much blackmail on their team as possible

Tendou loves animals generally considered to be ‘ugly’ like rats, crows, reptiles, etc.

80% of Goshiki’s playlist is shit overplayed on the radio. Him, Shirabu, Tendou, Kawanishi and Ushijima have a permanent ban from the aux cord

Nobody watches YouTube with Ushijima because he never skips the damn ads (other than tendou)

Suna once said y’all’dn’t’ve unironically and made a first year cry

Akagi once said UwU unironically and had an identity crisis.

Osamu has one of those rainbow gaming keyboards and is constantly on a discord call. Atsumu always yells weird shit in the background to embarrass him and once pretended to be him

During Seijoh group chat arguments. Hanamaki and Mattsukawa like to drop facebook minion memes in just to piss everyone off even more

mattsun and maki both have separate photo albums in their phones labelled ‘minion memes to piss everyone off’

Hinata carries a pocket knife and no one has no fucking idea why

mattsun and maki both have matching rat fursuits that look like they actually where in a sewer- they chased oikawa around

For all his talk of plant analogies and metaphors, Ushijima cant grow shit

Goshiki’s Bangs are the way they are because his favorite character was Rock Lee from Naruto

Oikawa has watched Ouran High School Host Club front to back so many times and he can quote all of Tamaki’s lines by heart -He keeps bothering Iwaizumi to “be his Haruhi, since you’re shorter than me”

Koganegawa has definitely gone as an Angry Bird for Halloween

Fukunaga has those reflective cat eyes, and he has terrified Yamamoto on several occasion

Hanamaki and Matsukawa have a teddy bear that they pretend is their child and they share custody

Suga always sprays whipped cream straight into his mouth whenever he sees a can

Nishinoya definitely bit people as a kid

Nishinoya would be the guy to wear shorts all year round and even if it's snowing, he'll insist he's not cold

Tendou is still stuck in his emo phase and would fangirl over Creepypasta with me and I appreciate that (me too buddy, me fuckin too)

Kyoutani LOOKS like he’d listen to viking death metal, but in reality he listens to Mother Mother and knows all the words to Ghosting

Sugawara would definitely encourage me to dumb shit and not stop me, and you’re all dumb for thinking he wouldn’t 

KENMA IS NOT ‘uwu owo’ SHY, HE IS ‘your fucking gross’ SHY SO LITERALLY STFU

Bokuto listens to Nicki Manaj. And knows all the words. To every. Single. Song.

Ushijima for some reason knows an odd amount of 90′s-2000′s R&B and he will hum along to the songs if they come on the radio (he also loves Dolly Parton) ((he says he relates to her music))

Bokuto once ate instant ramen for an entire month

TERUSHIMA DID TRY TO FUCK A PLANT WHILE SHITFACED AND GOD I STAND BY WHAT I SAID

atsumu let’s you put makeup on him and pretends to eat the brushes (do yk what im talking about- like n o m)

tendou ran for school president as a joke but actually won

i 100% believe that all of karasuno’s third years apologize when they bump into inanimate objects, but when suga is really tired or stressed out, he’ll yell at them instead.

Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Taketora have a group chat called "Bros who want sum hoes" and they send each other hypebeast memes and shit

Sugawara knows how to do a bunch of flexible shit because he sometimes goes to yoga with daichi and asahi's moms, its fucking hilarious

tanaka and noya both breakdance- they work as a team and sometimes go to tokyo for underground competitions- saeko drives them

Daichi knows a little ballet- nobody other than Kiyoko knows because they saw each other at the ballet class and had to work together- dont tell tanaka and noya that he lifted her though

Osamu once put glitter on Atsumu's pillow- he still finds hot pink glitter on shit

kita knits and crochets with his grandma

Kita's grandma knows everyone's names because kita talks shit bout them, her favorite is Aran

Kuroo has burnt his eyebrows off doing an experiment. His goggles didn't cover all his brows,,, so he just showed up to practice like that. No eyebrows and a chemical burn

kenma has played all kinds of games, but he was dared to play corpse party by kuroo. He wasn't scared because of the gore, he was thinking about the trauma the characters went through. Punched kuroo the next day because that game was fucked up

Lev isn't a strong swimmer, so he often grabs people by the head to keep himself up. happened with kenma and lev couldn't walk due to the force of kenmas suprised water kicks

akaashi has those fancy pens that you have to dip in ink and they're so nice

Bokuto has and will eat pencil erasers again

Daichi once almost lost his shit at his team but instead he lost his shit at the door that decided to stub his toe on the way out of the gym. not the best thing to be found yelling to.

Yamaguchi for sure has been dragged to one of terushimas parties because he didnt wanna say no. oh and terushima has like frat boy level parties too. Yams has for sure had some wild nights and doubts anyone other than Tsukishima and the party-goers will ever know

Akaashi can actually flirt very well! He reads romance novels sometimes and has analyzed any and every book in his possession! so he's actually quite charming

Daihsou unironically posted on twitter after mika broke up with him "I still see her shadows in my room"

Mattsun and Maki run a fake oikawa account; its been going ever since twitter even started getting popular and they even started sending messages in spanish. The posts would range from "I love all my fans!" to flirting with them :) Oikawa is pissed cause the account got verified before he did and most of his fans also follow the fake oikawa. Tooru has no idea who runs it JUST IMAGINE OIKAWA JUST LIKE RANTING TO THE SEIJOH 3RD YEAR ALUMNI AND JUST "no Iwa-chan, you dont understand! they run a fake account and pretend to be me!" while makki and mattsun laugh their asses off

Oh, kenma for sure has pretended to be a girl on discord and has gotten someone to buy him stuff. after they do he says in his normal voice "fucking simp" and then hangs up and blocks the other persons discord

Yamamoto, despite his rough appearance, loves kids and has and will be a human jungle gym

suna in middle school had a game with his friends about who could make kids cry the fastest

The twins switched places back in middle school and nobody could tell because of how great they are at acting like eachother

Daichi once arrested coach ukai for public intoxication after a game :|

Daichi has arrested many people from his old volleyball team but the most memorable case was when he arrested tanaka and noya for reckless driving. poor idiots got so scared when they saw their old captains face in their mirror and started to pray

tanaka, while trying to intimidate someone, once said "You dont gotta tell me twice, i may be straight but these hands are bisexual" and he often cringes at night thinking about it

Kageyama, as a comeback to Tsukishima, said "one thing about us royalty is that we love to feast" and he also fuckin hates what he said

the third years made a cult for Kiyoko. they chant every wednesday "i'll do anything for kiyoko, she makes me go loco"

oikawas fangirls are known to be fucking rabid

yAMAMOTO AND KENMA AFTER THEIR FIGHT WERE FORCED BY KUROO TO MAKE IT UP: so they dyed their hair together

Makki and mattsun sang two trucks in front of the entire team. everyone was so confused. Makki: "twO TRUCKS HAVIN SEX!!" Mattsun: "oH yEs!"THEY'D SWITCH OFF AND HAVE LIKE CHOREOGRAPHY TOO LIKE THEY'D DO A TANGO WHILE THE SONG IS LIKE "two beer trucks, making love"

tendou once called Oikawa "mr. no-nationals" and got kicked in the shins before iwaizumi could save him

Tsukishima had a my little pony phase

you work with matsukawa at a morgue and he makes dead people jokes while you fix some dead guys face with wax and makeup he'd be like "so didnt he like,,, stick his head out of the sunroof of a moving fuckin car??" he'd be singing dumb ways to die the entire day

i feel like Kuroo has one crazy accident a year. like it might not be deadly but its fucking crazy like for example: Kuroo for sure has ridden in a shopping cart at past midnight with kenma (who pushed him down a hill) causing Kuroo to get scratched up hella well. he lied and said he spent the night with a girl and kenma fucking hated himself cause he would be the girl if that was true

Mattsun has flirted with the 4th years moms before (AS A JOKE), and because of this: he is known as “fuckin milf hunter” sometimes by the team

Warning, this next headcanon is talking about cannabis, weed, mary jane, the zoink root. so if your uncomfortable, please dont read below :)

dude i wanna get high as SHIT with Asahi 

i think Asahi would be one of those mfkers who takes one hit and is gone 

ASAHI ACCIDENTALLY GOING TO PRACTICE ZOINKED 

IMAGINE HIM SEEING TSUKISHIMA AND JUST "he looks so judgemental,,, im scared" 

OR LIKE A MAD DAICHI AND JUST "i'm gonna,,, im gonna go jump out the window now" 

Noya and Tanaka would know tho, i feel like they'd have a 6th sense when it comes to weed. they probably get some from Saeko cause she'd rather they do it in the house. they'd smell asahi like fucking dogs and just so,,, big guy had fun without us huh? 

DAICHI WOULD KNOW ABOUT ASAHI BEING ZOINKED, SMASH HIS FACE INTO THE WALL, TURN AROUND WITH A RED MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND WITH A BEAMING SMILE AND FEUX ENTHUSIASM SAY: "YOSH, LETS WARM UP!"

[honeypwark]

[ Night Night ]

  ↳ Roller Coaster era (late Jan-early Mar 2019)

       ↳ Lily arrives right on time for NCT Night Night. JohnJae is whipped. Lily talks about promoting solo.

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After a rather stressful salon visit and practically shoving herself into the outfit her stylist gave her, Lily raced to the recording studio home to NCT Night Night, among other radio shows. Normally, guests enter at the beginning of the ad break preceding their introduction. However, those commercials are over halfway over by the time Lily is shown into the recording studio.

Simultaneously, two voices shout, “Lily Leeeeeeeeee!”

Lily laughs, NCT Night Night’s very tall hosts, Johnny and Jaehyun, standing to greet her. Normally, she wouldn’t think twice before hugging her best friend’s older members in greeting but she knows there’s a live video feed, so she keeps to the more formal bow and handshake.

“You’re late,” Johnny says.

“Would you be insulted if I told you I forgot and fell asleep?” Lily asks.

“Yes.”

“Then it was traffic.”

The three of them laugh and Lily walks around to sit across from Johnny and Jaehyun. She sits and, careful of her recently styled hair, puts her headphones on. For a moment, all she can hear is someone advertising super fast pizza delivery service. She looks up and sees Jaehyun saying something and motioning toward his head.

“Ah,” she says in understanding, moving one side of the headphones off her ear.

She doesn’t notice Johnny and Jaehyun looking at her fondly as she fixes her hair. A few staff members rush into the room, adjusting the cameras facing Lily down, having estimated where she would be sitting too high while waiting for her. Soon after, the commercials end and Johnny and Jaehyun begin the introductory dialogue.

“Johnny, have you ever heard of Sunshine?”

“Sunshine? Like light from the sun?”

“No, like the Nation’s Sunshine, Twice’s Lily.”

“But isn’t Lily from America? How did she get the nickname Nation’s Sunshine?”

“Are you curious?” Jaehyun addresses the listeners. “Then find out here!”

“Come meet tonight’s special guest nicknamed the Nation’s Sunshine on NCT Night Night.”

With the show led into, Jaehyun turns his attention to Lily, “Our guest for tonight is a beloved member of a popular girl group who has recently made her debut as a solo artist, lighting up the stage with her bright vocals and refreshing concept during the cold winter months. Lily Lee, hello.”

“Hello!” Lily responds cheerfully.

Johnny chuckles at her peppiness, “Please introduce yourself.”

“Hello!” Lily repeats, “I’m Lily Lee. I’m glad to be a guest on NCT Night Night and am very excited about tonight’s broadcast!”

“Hello and welcome, Lily,” Johnny says.

“Before we begin, would you like explain how we all know each other?” Jaehyun asks.

“Yes. My best friend is one of Johnny and Jaehyun’s members, NCT Dream’s Jisung. I’m good friends with all of NCT, who I met through Jisung.”

“We’re you’re... oppas? Is it alright to say that?” Johnny glances around as thought looking for someone’s nod of approval.

Lily laughs, “Well, you are... six and four years older than me, aren’t you?”

“You were born in 2001?” Jaehyun asks.

“Very late 2001. December twelfth.”

“You’re that young? That means you’re younger than Chenle.”

“Not by much, but I am younger than him, yes.”

“And you’ve just made your solo debut with ‘Roller Coaster,’” Johnny reads from his script. “Your debut single came with two songs, the title track ‘Roller Coaster’ and b-side track ‘Don’t Know What To Do.’ You wrote your b-side, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Lily nods. “I wrote the lyrics and composed most of it. I had help from a friend I trained with who’s debuted now, Stray Kids’ leader Bang Chan. He and I were really the only ones to work on this song and he would push me to figure stuff out on my own. He didn’t hold my hand and tell me what would work.”

“He wanted you to make it your own,” Jaehyun supplies.

“Yes.”

“And you also helped write lyrics for ‘Roller Coaster’?” Johnny asks.

“I did.”

“So, what’s it like being the first of your group to have a solo project while also being the youngest? What were your members’ reactions?” Jaehyun prompts.

“When I was first offered the chance to promote solo, I was really really nervous about their reactions. I care a lot about my members because they really took me in and accepted me when I’d only just move to Korea and I didn’t want them to think that I was privileged or thought I was better than them. Those worries were ultimately stupid because after I talked to one of my friends about it to get his opinion, I told them and they were all super supportive.”

“And how does promoting solo vary from promoting with a group?”

“Well, I feel a lot more pressure to do well. I always feel a lot of pressure to do well because I want to give the best performance possible to Onces, but especially when I’m the only person singing onstage I want to do my absolute best. Of course, everyone makes mistakes and since I’m so clumsy I’m bound to make some as well. But anytime I do make a mistake, I know Onces won’t care too much. And if the rest of my performance was spectacular then it’s alright.”

“It must be a lot of pressure to be the only person onstage people are watching,” Johnny agrees.

“Yeah, it is.”

“We’ll continue our interview with Lily Lee in a few minutes. This is ‘Dancing With A Stranger’ by Sam Smith and Normani.”

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“The story behind how you got your pet dog Blue is an interesting one, isn’t it?” Jaehyun asks about halfway through the broadcast.

“It is... a little unconventional,” Lily says carefully.

“How did you adopt him?”

“Well, I went out on my own one night to a convenience store and on my way back, I heard whimpering in an alleyway. When I went to see what it was, I found a little puppy in a plastic tub.”

“He was left to starve,” Johnny surmises sadly.

“Yeah,” Lily nods. “So I snuck him into the dorm because I knew my members probably would freak out and make me get rid of him. I went into the dorm, opened my bedroom window, and climbed down the fire escape to where I’d left Blue down below. I brought him up to the dorm, gave him a bath, and it wasn’t until the next day when he’d pooped on the kitchen floor that the girls found out.”

“And you managed to convince them to keep him?” Jaehyun asks.

“With a lot of promises that I would be fully responsible for him- and a little but of guilt tripping-, I did convince them to let him stay.”

“Good thing, too, because he’s adored by your fans,” Johnny says. “On another note, fans have been in a frenzy about something since they found out you’d be coming on the show.”

Lily groans, “I know.”

Johnny laughs, “You know what it is?”

“You two are both so tall,” Lily says, “They want to see me next to you.”

“We’ll take a picture at the end of the broadcast, don’t worry,” Jaehyun tells the listeners.

“How tall are you, Lily?” Johnny asks.

She sighs exaggeratedly loud and long into her mic.

Johnny and Jaehyun laugh heartily.

“I’m like one hundred fifty three centimeters or something,” she says.

“Am I really thirty one centimeters taller than you?” Johnny asks, bewildered.

“I don’t know, you’re the giant,” Lily says. “I look up at everyone regardless. Though I’m probably around one fifty seven right now with the insoles I’m wearing.”

“Imagine wearing insoles,” Jaehyun teases.

“Don’t patronize me,” she says, “I’m your sunbaenim.”

Johnny and Jaehyun falls silent for a few moments.

“You are,” Jaehyun says in disbelief.

“Oh my god,” Johnny mutters.

Lily laughs at the two men who are obviously just now realizing she is at least four years younger than them yet is their senior artist.

“While we think on that for a few minutes, this is ‘Airplane pt.2’ by BTS,” Jaehyun says.

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“So, how did you get the nickname the Nation’s Sunshine?” Jaehyun asks.

They are rapidly approaching the end of the broadcast after a little under an hour of fun stories and lighthearted teasing.

“I’m a really bright and happy person,” Lily starts, “I’m generally optimistic and I’m kind of the mood maker of Twice. My members started calling me Sunshine as a term of endearment and then just as a nickname. Eventually, it caught on and spread to the fans. I became really, really popular in Korea as I appeared on variety shows and things like that. I feel like I sound like a braggart when I say this, but people started commenting about how anytime I was onscreen- even if they didn’t know me- they’d start smiling, so they started calling me the Nation’s Sunshine.”

“Even though you’re a foreigner?” Jaehyun asks.

“I guess,” Lily shrugs. “I mean, I’m ethnically Korean and after living in Korea for four-ish years, I’m fluent in Korean so except for me name, people don’t always realize I’m from America.”

“America!” Johnny shouts.

“America!” Lily shouts back.

The three of them laugh.

“Well, tonight has been very fun,” Jaehyun says.

“It was fun!” Lily agrees.

“I hope we can have you back sometime,” Jaehyun says.

“I hope so, too,” she nods, “Maybe with my members.”

“Do you have anything else you’d like to say?” Johnny prompts.

“Uh, yes,” Lily says. “Um, Onces! Thank you so much for all your support as I ventured out and promoted solo. I hope I’ve promoted Twice and myself well and you are satisfied with my performances so far. Please always support me. I love you! Thank you! And thank you to Johnny and Jaehyun for having me as a guest! This was a lot of.”

“Okay,” Johnny says. “The final song for tonight is our lovely guest’s recent release. This is ‘Roller Coaster’ by Lily Lee.”

[getcooler]

The Warlock and the Roommate

Bang Chan (Skz) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8k

Genre: Fluff with a hint of angst; Warlock!AU

MAGIC!AU: Hiding his magic from his roommate is more difficult than he thought it’d be. Especially when he’s had a crush on her since Freshman year.

This a spin-off fic of Inseparable (Lee Know).

Chan sat in his bedroom, head in his hands, lost deep in his thoughts. Hiding his magic had never been a problem before. Why was he struggling with now? He wondered if he’d gotten weaker, or maybe stronger? Was he losing it? What exactly was different now from three days ago?

A clatter of dishes sounding from the kitchen reminded him. 

His roommate. She was the difference from three days ago. 

In the earlier years of college, Chan had never had to share his dorm with anyone. That was thanks to not only the well-timed requests but also the spell of luck he cast every year. Who would have guessed that missing the spell once would land him in the situation he was in? (Well, the answer is probably Seungmin but Chan was having none of his know-it-all attitude that day).

He stared at his door as the reality of the situation set in: he would have to hide his magic for the rest of the school year, no matter the cost. Even worse, the person he had to hide it from was the one person he became a blushing mess around, his crush of two years.

“It’s not that bad. It’s easy enough,” he comforted himself with a huff and an arrogant shrug before diving into his sheets. He let out a quiet sigh, convinced it was going to be a piece of cake.

Chan had never before realized how difficult life could be without constant access to magic. Even now he found himself snapping his fingers just to have a glass of water appear in front of him. Even now he still mumbled spells to keep the hot water from running out for just five more minutes. All in all, it was a miracle (Y/n) had not figure his warlock status a whole week ago.

To add to that list of problems, Bang Chan had a habit. It was a habit he could not break. You see, like many other warlocks and witches, Chan had developed a morning routine to help him balance out his magic. Some drank coffee, some drank whiskey, some walked their familiars, some read a book, some… Made their clothes dance before putting them on.

He, Bang Chan, belonged to that last group of some. And it hadn’t been a problem at first, but it had become one recently. 

After all, how would he possibly explain the hoodies shimmying on his floor as he salsaed around his room to a song on the radio that he fit in the playlist using a spell? 

Even though he knew he should just find a new habit and force himself to forget this one, Chan always followed the routine on instinct from the moment he opened his eyes. 

Without thinking, he snapped his fingers while rubbing sleep out of his eyes and the radio came online. He heard the ending jingle of the seven o’clock morning news and the chirpy voice of the male host. Chan had no plans on focusing on the senseless chatter about the Kardashians this early in the morning. 

Another snap, his blankets rolled themselves up and off his body. He shivered from the cold morning air but smiled. With a stretch of his arms, he began climbing out of bed.

A third snap and his song interrupted the radio program. Sometimes Chan had half a mind to think about the poor radio hosts who by that point must have thought their program was haunted. 

Mindlessly, he began shimmying and moving his hips as he walked around his rooms. Every few beats, he would snap his fingers and a clothing item would come to life to dance along with him. Chan chuckled as his favourite hoodies began salsaing, the sleeves tying together in an embrace. 

Then a knock sounded on his bedroom door and Chan felt like a naughty child being caught with his hands in the peanut butter jar. His eyes widened at the sight of all the clothes freezing and mocking the movement of checking their surroundings. 

With a panicked snap of his fingers, his clothes became just clothes and the radio hosts could breathe in peace again. Shakily, he looked around before opening the door. 

There stood (Y/n), his new friendly roommate, clad in no more than three items of clothing. Chan found himself willing a blush to not appear as his eyes wandered downwards.

Fortunately, (Y/n) didn’t seem to notice, too sleepy to do so at such an early hour, and just stared at him tiredly. After some silence, she finally sighed and asked, “Why the hell are you awake at this hour?”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” Chan wondered sheepishly, a shy smile on his face. On instinct, he reached up to rub the back of his head. 

“Because it’s seven in the morning on a Saturday and your roommate wants to sleep?” she reasoned with a cocked eyebrow before sighing and shaking her head. With a quiet curse directed his way, she walked back to her own room. 

Chan squeezed his eyes shut and facepalmed in his doorway. Turned out this year was going to be more difficult than he had thought.

Difficulties just didn’t seem to cease. No matter what, Chan kept finding himself in sticky situations. To add to that, he had been so busy trying to avoid being caught using magic that he had completely forgotten to bond with (Y/n). Even his friends could see it was an issue.

“You’re wasting your energy,” Seungmin pointed out with a bored roll of his eyes. Under Chan’s glare, he stirred his lemon tea and spoke, “It took Felix only two months to figure out you’re a warlock and he’s not even a B student.”

“I get Bs!” Felix protested to that, slamming his bubble tea on the table and spilling some in the process. He cursed but mumbled, “At least I have more friends than just a broomstick.”

Seungmin glared at him and turned back to Chan. “Is there even a point in hiding your magic from her?”

“What? Am I just supposed to walk around with a giant poster claiming I’m a wizard?” Chan questioned sarcastically. To his surprise, Felix didn’t seem to catch on to the sarcasm and nodded enthusiastically. 

This earned the boy a slap in the head from Seungmin. “You’re both being ridiculous.”

“I have a very serious concern,” Chan whined. “Help me, guys!”’

“And how would we do that?” Seungmin wondered. 

“I don’t know…” Chan pouted and placed his chin down on the table, staring up at his friends with wide eyes. “You could take away my magic for a while? Until I grow used to not having it?”

Felix blinked, shared a look with Seungmin, and then slapped Chan upside the head the same way Seungmin had done to him just moments ago. The oldest boy whined and held his head, scrunching up his face in pain. 

He turned to glare at Felix who was already staring at him in complete disbelief. Chan was mildly taken aback by the intensity behind the boy’s eyes. 

“Why in the world would you give up your magic?” Felix asked with a frown. “Don’t you have a giant crush on her? Shouldn’t you want her to find out you have magic? So she’d think you’re cool?”

“I don’t want her to find out,” Chan pointed out with a sad tone. “What if she ends up hating me?”

“I’m sure she thinks you hate her,” Seungmin mentioned not-so-subtly while taking a bite of his lunch. He glanced a few tables down and motioned for Chan to do the same. “It’s a shame. She’s kind of pretty.”

“Bro, he knows,” Felix snorted at that before stuffing his mouth with ice cream. He glanced at Chan with narrowed eyes, pointing a fork in his way as he spoke, “If you ask for my opinion, I think you and her are meant to be. I mean, how else would you explain you two moving into the same dorm?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. “They probably picked the roommates with a draw or something. It’s not that deep.”

“Or she could be your soulmate,” Felix said seriously. His statement earned disbelieving glares from his friends. 

He scoffed and shrugged, “In the past year I’ve witnessed dancing clothes, talking plants, crazy intelligent cats and a love potion. You can not, and I repeat, NOT convince me that soulmates are not real.”

Seungmin paid him no mind and launched to a new topic, “So, anyways, that Psychology midterm—”

Evenings were always calm in the dorm, with Chan studying at the library and (Y/n) enjoying her free time. Being alone in the apartment, (Y/n) often found herself wandering around and peeking at things she usually wouldn’t dare to. 

This evening was just like any other. Chan had left for a study session about two hours ago and (Y/n) was sitting at home alone, mindlessly watch whatever came on TV. Bored beyond belief, she began looking around once again. 

There was nothing very interesting lying around. Only text books and crumpled essays on the coffee table and Chan’s red hoodie thrown on the floor in a hurry. Then, something caught her eyes.

“What’s this?” she mumbled to herself and reached for the item. She held it up towards the lights to inspect it. 

At first glance it looked like a stick, dark and slightly crooked and a bit sharpened at the top. As (Y/n) focused more, she began differentiating shapes and engravings in the wood. She had a thought. 

“What if it’s….” she voice aloud and grabbed the stick in her dominant hand. She was baffled to find how comfortably it fit in her palm. 

Before she could test her theory, the door to the apartment opened. (Y/n) turned to glance at the intruder and found Chan staring at her with wide brown eyes and all the colour gone from his face. 

“Hi,” he stuttered out rather quietly as he slowly neared her. For a moment, (Y/n) felt like he was trying to talk to a wounded and scared animal. “What’s up?”

The girl blinked before turning back to the stick in her hand. Cheerfully, she pointed out, “I didn’t know you were a Potterhead. This is a pretty realistic wand.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah, I’m a…” He chuckled nervously. “I’m a snake, as they say. Yeah.” 

Chan seemed to sigh in relief and (Y/n) felt more confused by the minute. Why in the world was her roommate gasping for air and shaking in his spot? He looked like he had seen a ghost or almost had his deepest secret revealed to the world.

She scoffed at the thought. It’s not like this was a real—Oh. Her eyes widened. 

As she came to her realization, the wand seemed to respond. The vein-like engravings began glowing a dim golden and (Y/n) could feel her power being drawn to it. She gulped. 

Deciding to play it cool, she forced out a sound of surprise she hoped was realistic and called out, “It’s so realistic! Oh my goodness!”

At that Chan’s eyes seemed to grow twice their size. From the corner of her eyes, she could see him gulp and fidget with his wristbands. She found herself growing anxious as the boy contemplated on what to say. 

To her relief, he spoke up soon enough, “Yeah. Very realistic. It was also like… Very expensive so if you could maybe like…” He reached out his hand, palm faced up. (Y/n) gladly took a hint and handed him back his wand. “Thanks.”

(Y/n) found herself entranced with his panicked expression as he rushed towards his room. She wondered what she could do to see that cute side of him again.

Bang Chan truly believed that his life could never have any more excitement and anxiety than the moment (Y/n) had found his wand two weeks ago. There hadn’t been another close call since and he was absolutely revelling in it. 

Perhaps he was attempting to test his luck, or perhaps Seungmin was right and he had gotten cocky (Chan refused to believe this theory), but on a nice Friday evening, just before sunset, he began working on a potion. He tried to convince himself that this was just for practice and Seungmin was absolutely not right this time.

“Nothing can go wrong today,” Chan told himself, unable to find any anxiety or worry in himself or the day at all and, as the last rays of sun hit the kitchen just right, he took out an old worn cauldron hidden at the very back of his cupboard.

While cheerfully humming, he pulled out his potions’ notebook. It looked tattered and the cover was illustrated by childlike flower doodles. This was the least suspicious form for a potentially dooming collection of potions he could think of five years ago and, to be honest, he was absolutely proud of it.

Slowly, he began flipping through the pages, partly to give himself time to think but mostly to stop himself from damaging the worn paper any more. He winced and whined every time he accidentally tore the fragile leaves.

Deep in thought, he began reading out the titles of the pages to himself, closer to murmurs than actual words. “Strength potion… Invisibility brew… Potion to turn oneself into a carpet for 3 hours? Why do I even have this?” He scrunched up his nose and continued browsing. After a while, his eyes brightened and the corners of his lips quirked. “Love potion. Today is perfect for brewing a love potion, yes it is.”

He placed the cauldron on a cooker and let water start to boil. When bubbles broke the surface, he began adding ingredients one by one and was surprised at how many components the potion had. He tried to recall the last time he had made a brew of more than fifteen components.

“Oh, right, fifth grade,” Chan mumbled to himself and hummed appreciatively all the while stirring in a spoonful of lavender blossoms. 

“What was in fifth grade?” 

The voice startled Chan and he almost threw his spatula. He only calmed a bit upon seeing his roommate’s familiar face. With a hiss, Chan said, “A warning would’ve been nice. Maybe like,” he shrugged with a tight-lipped smile on his face, “a knock?”

“Oh, right, sorry,” (Y/n) replied to him. Just by looking at where her gaze was pointed, Chan could see she didn’t really mean it. He resisted the urge to click his tongue at her lack of respect but just a second later he was choking in surprise. “What are you making? Soup? Smells sweet.”

Chan swore he must have coughed up all the air he had breathed in throughout the day. His eyes were wide and panicked and he could only hope he wasn’t completely red in the face as he replied, “Uh, no… A tea, actually.”

Frozen in panic, he didn’t have time to even react when (Y/n) grabbed a spoon and took a sip of the potion. He only snapped out of his shocked state when she hummed in appreciation and reached for another spoonful. “I wouldn’t drink it if I were—”

“It’s delicious,” she cut him off and smiled brightly. “Very sweet.” Chan wasn’t sure if he was supposed to find the way she scrunched up her nose cute, but he definitely thought it was adorable. After a pause, she thoughtfully added, “It would be better with a hint of citrus or something. Maybe like an orange leaf. Would add some edge to it.”

“I’ll…” Chan blinked and tilted his head, studying the girl curiously. Slowly, he spoke, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.”

(Y/n) smiled brightly and tapped his nose affectionately. “You are very welcome!” Then she all but skipped out of the kitchen, leaving behind a confused Australian.

After a while, Chan breathed out deeply and turned back to his potion. He was glad she hadn’t walked in just a few minutes later when the potion would have been ready. He wasn’t sure if he would’ve been able to handle a lovesick roommate, even if he did have a massive crush on her.

For now the brew was absolutely harmless, just like tea. It was missing just one last ingredient to give it power. 

Chan peeked at the notebook on the counter and hummed as if to congratulate himself for something. Mindlessly, he reached into a cupboard and pulled out a jar of leaves. 

He placed two in the cauldron and put the jar away again.

His heart sank in realization as he watched the leaves melt into the potion. “Orange leaves.” He gasped and turned to look at (Y/n)’s door. “But how did she—?”

“I’m telling you,” Felix tried to convince him, a hand over Chan’s shoulder as they walked up to a house with flashing lights and loud bass echoing, “you two are meant to be. She—and I can’t emphasize this enough—literally completes you.”

Chan rolled his eyes. “Now you’re just taking the piss at me, Felix.”

“There’s no convincing you, is there?” Felix sighed and just dragged his friend inside. 

As they entered the large house, one which Chan recognized as belong to the legendary Jackson Wang, Felix led his friend right to the makeshift bar. 

Chan accepted the beer placed in his hand and hummed in appreciation before taking a sip. As he swallowed the bitter liquid, he glanced around the room. There were tens, if not hundreds of people dancing and chatting, grinding and kissing. He scrunched up his nose in disgust. 

Parties like this were not his scene. When Felix asked about it, he usually said it was because he was afraid of getting too drunk and revealing he was a warlock. Truth was that he just didn’t like these crowded and smelling-like-sex-sweat-and-alcohol gatherings. 

It wasn’t that he was incapable of partying or having fun or making a conversation. He just preferred a nice sober discussion to heated idiotic chats he’d forget before morning came. In fact, he wasn’t that big of a fan of alcohol. It was bitter and it made him jittery and shaky. That was it. That was all that bothered him about parties.

But when his eyes caught her figure snuggled close to Jaebum’s on the couch, he found himself no longer disliking the taste of alcohol. He hoped that the jittery and sickening feeling of being drunk would make him forget the way Jaebum kissed his roommate’s cheek so he would not end up attacking the guy. He could already feel his fingers tightening into fists by his side.

Felix watched in astonishment and maybe a hint of fear as Chan downed drink after drink while mumbling curses. By the middle of his fifth can of beer, Chan finally lost the itch to punch a guy. It was also at that point that Felix found out that Bang Chan was an emotional drunk. 

The younger boy patted Chan’s shoulder as the latter sat by the pool and sniffled. “There, there.”

“I just don’t get it,” Chan spoke while eyeing his reflection in the water. “What does Jaebum have that I don’t? I mean…” 

He looked up to stare at Felix with wide tearful eyes; like a child he seemed to beg for affirmation. 

“I’m smart, right?” He pouted and waited for Felix to nod his head. 

“And I’m also quite good at making music, right?” Once again he paused. Felix hummed in confirmation. Chan hiccuped. 

“And I’m also quite okay looking. I mean, not model material but I’m not a goblin either.” Felix wondered how he was supposed to respond to that. Nevertheless, he nodded slowly.

Chan hissed and looked away. He took a sip of his beer (one that Felix was seriously contemplating taking away from him) and seemed to grow frustrated all of a sudden. “I mean, heck, I even have magic! MAGIC!” Felix’s eyes widened; he looked around in panic and was glad to find no one around. Chan grabbed him by the collar and shook him gently. “I’m literally a warlock. How is that guy Im—Lim Jae-whatever better than that? Huh? I don’t get it. I have magic.”

Felix sighed and resumed patting Chan’s back gently. Under his breath he mumbled, “Yeah, sure, just announce it to the whole world. What could possibly go wrong?” He cleared his throat before speaking louder, “She’ll be right, Chan. It’ll get better. You two are meant to be, believe me.”

“He and who are meant to be?” sounded a female voice. 

Even in his drunk-beyond-belief state, Chan recognized the voice in an instant. He cheered up and reached out for her. “(Y/n)! I missed you!”

To his discomfort, Felix discovered himself under (Y/n)’s suspicious (he wondered if maybe even jealous) stare. Thankfully this wasn’t Felix’s first rodeo. In an instant, he spoke, “He and this hangover he’s gonna be suffering from tomorrow. Make sure to scold him for me when he wakes up in the morning.”

“Will do,” (Y/n) chuckled and let Chan grab her hand. She seemed almost surprised at his affection but didn’t say anything. Instead she patted Chan’s curly hair and asked, “Do you want to go home?”

“I’m a wizard,” Chan slurred as she helped him to his feet. “I have magic.”

Felix nervously glanced at (Y/n) to see her reaction and was relieved to find her chuckling and agreeing. 

“Sure you are. Come on, let’s get you home, wizard boy.”

Chan smiled at her, his eyes hazy and mouth at this point spitting out every word he thought. “Can we get ice cream on the way?”

The clock seemed slower than usual. (Y/n) wondered if maybe the batteries had run out and the actual time was well later than 3 am. She stared at the clock with scrutiny, upset at its slowness.

Maybe if the hands moved faster, she’d forget Chan’s words faster as well. Maybe then she could get some sleep. WIth a sigh, she reached out to grab her phone and check the time. Her theory about the clock’s batteries proved to be true; the numbers on the screen shone brightly. It was 3:07 in the morning.

She slammed her phone down on the bedside table, screen-down to properly showcase how upset she was. With a frustrated sigh she sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them. 

A frown tugged down her brows as she stared at a slightly darker spot on the wall. She couldn’t help but purse her lips in a pout as she mumbled, “Did he mean it?”

Her mind kept replaying what had happened what felt like hours ago. Chan’s words echoed endlessly. 

“(Y/n), I like you. A lot. And I wish I could tell you that I’m not an ordinary guy. I’m a warlock… and I have magic. Would you give me a chance if you knew that?” 

He had told her exactly that and it had made her heart race and her cheeks burn hot and her lungs feel heavy and useless. It was like she was a lovesick fool all over again. Did he have to do that just as she was about to lose all hope? 

Couldn’t he have let her be and wallow in her self-pity that her cute roommate didn’t like her back? Did he have to complicate things?

“(Y/n), I like you.” 

His words continued echoing and (Y/n) wished he hadn’t said a name. Then she could convince herself he was talking about someone else. Then she could forget this ever happened and go on a date with Jaebum in peace.

“I’m a warlock… and I have magic.” 

She wondered if he announced that to everyone. He might as well have with how sloppily he was hiding his talents. (Y/n) shook her head. 

“Would you give me a chance if you knew that?”

(Y/n) sighed and lied back down. If it was a night of no sleep, it was a night of no sleep. She could only hope the morning could bring her answers.

When Chan awoke, he swore the gods were punishing him for any and all sins he had committed. He couldn’t remember the last time he such a migraine. In hopes of relieving the pain, he rubbed his temples a bit. It proved to be useless. 

Eventually, he got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. To his surprise and relief, there were painkillers and a bottle of water on the counter. Chan searched for a note of some sort but found none. He could only assume (Y/n) had left them for him. The thought made him smile.

It was only hours later that he started to wonder what had happened the night before. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t remember anything that happened after he saw (Y/n) and Jaebum together. 

Slowly descending into a state of panic, Chan jumped to his feet (a grave mistake; his headache got worse) and grabbed his jacket to leave the apartment. Not bothering to even call ahead, he rushed to Seungmin’s dormitory across campus. When he finally reached the building, he knocked frantically. 

Soon he was met with the deadly glare of Kim Seungmin himself. Really, if looks could kill, Chan would have been 6 feet under. “What do you want?”

“I need your help.”

Seungmin scoffed. “Haven’t heard that one before.”

“Please,” Chan begged, practically on his knees. “I can’t remember anything from last night.”

“Don’t tell me…” Seungmin cursed when Chan’s eyes mirrored all the guilt the boy felt. Begrudgingly, he opened the door further and motioned the Australian inside. Once the door was closed, Seungmin began, “I’ve told you a million times that you and alcohol don’t mix. Not well at least.”

“I know,” Chan sighed. “I was just really upset last night and Felix took me to this party and now I have a headache and I’m sure I said something stupid to (Y/n).”

His friend rolled his eyes and walked to his bookshelf, full of books and notebooks of hundreds of kinds. Seungmin picked up a worn-out book and began flipping through the pages. Off-handedly he remarked, “Maybe you should just act like other humans and just accept the fact that you can’t remember what happened. Not everyone has the luxury of magic at their hand.”

“But what’s the point of having magic if I don’t use it?” Chan answered cheekily though he was torn with anxiety. 

“Why are you so worried about last night anyway? What could you have possibly done that makes you this anxious?” The young warlock walked across the room to a pot and began gathering ingredients. 

Chan watched as the other began throwing component after component into the metal container that began boiling by magic. After a while, he sighed as if the weight of an entire population was on his shoulders. “I just can’t help but feel like I said or did something really really dumb that could jeopardize my entire life here.”

Seungmin wasn’t one to be fooled so easily. “You’re afraid you confessed to (Y/n), aren’t you?”

“... No?”

With a sigh, Seungmin pointed out, “You can’t just run away every time something inconvenient happens, Chan. If you confessed, then you confessed. Chances are she was as drunk as you were and that’s on that.”

“You’re kind of awful at comforting me,” Chan frowned and said. “Can’t you just tell me ‘it’ll be okay’ or ‘I’ll help you pack your bags’?”

“That’s what you have Felix for,” Seungmin replied easily and poured the newly brewed potion into a mug. 

Chan raised an eyebrow at the design of the mug—white fancy cats on a soft pink background would not have been his personal first choice for a potion—but drank the potion nevertheless. He winced at the taste of the drink and couldn’t help but think of the irony of the bittersweet recollection potion. 

“You’ll get your memories back in like five minutes, tops,” Seungmin said so casually one might have assumed he did this out of routine. “I suggest you lay down for a bit and just let the potion do its thing.”

Begrudgingly, Chan settled down on the couch and began staring at the pastel blue ceiling. He felt his head hurt just a bit as memories began flooding back. Soon, he began to cringe at his own idiocy.

On the other side of the room, Seungmin felt rather entertained by the way Chan grimaced. He sipped his cola and enjoyed the show. This was the only reason he always agreed to make Chan and Felix recollection potions—free entertainment. 

“OH GOD,” Chan shouted and groaned at once as he sat up with wide, horrified eyes. A memory of him trying to charm Minho, a local witch’s familiar, with broken French resurfaced and he let out a gasp mimicking a sob. He asked no one in particular, “Why am I like this?”

More memories came back and it seemed that each next one was more embarrassing than the one before. He could only assume they came back in the order of drunkenness, his words growing more slurred and Felix’s gaze becoming more worried by the memory. 

Then came the memory that Chan had been most anxious to see. The confession. 

Seungmin couldn’t help but laugh loudly at the absolutely terrified and broken look on Chan’s face as he recalled the words he’d slurred to (Y/n).  He didn’t stop laughing even when the older boy turned to him and whispered, “I’m so doomed.”

Desperate to once again forget the party ever happened as well as to avoid running into the very person he embarrassed himself in front of while drunk, Chan threw himself into midterms. Head first. 

He went as far as to ask Felix to temporarily switch dorms with him. The latter had agreed only because Chan looked ready to break down in the middle of his balcony. Now Chan could only attempt to convince himself and his friends that he had switched dorms with Felix only to focus more on his midterms. Nothing more. Nothing less. 

Except everyone seemed to know why they had gone through with the switch. 

Felix settled in at Chan’s dorm, taking over the older guy’s bedroom. It took him an hour just to get his favourite plushies into the room under (Y/n)’s watchful eyes. Then it took him another hour to move in his clothes and books and computer. 

(Y/n) could only assume Felix wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. 

At first she was okay with it. She needed time to accept that Chan’s confession had indeed happened and this was giving her the chance she needed. For the first couple of days, she was delighted to not see Bang Chan anywhere.

But on the fourth day, she grew worried and sad. Suddenly she started missing the Australian warlock and his awkward laughter and nonsensical humming and his dancing clothes. 

To her surprise, one morning she found herself turning on the radio at 7 am, just as Chan magically cut off the morning programme and terrified the hosts. Instead of a cheerful song, a heartbreaking ballad began playing instead. For the sake of her sanity, (Y/n) tried to convince herself that Chan was in a strange mood and was still making his clothes salsa all over the dorm.

By the end of the week, she surprised herself further. Without meaning to (because, truly, her mind was empty of any and all thoughts), she cast a simple spell while studying one evening. Nose still in her books, she hadn’t noticed she’d used magic.  It was just a mindless trick. Honestly, she was only half-witch, her magic was insufficient to do most things so she hardly paid it any mind.

But when she looked up from her book, she glanced at the screen of her laptop, dim from the lack of batteries. The screen didn’t glow, didn’t show anything but a reflection. Except… This wasn’t her room in the dim reflection.

“Chan?” she found herself asking as she watched the Australian boy lie in the middle of a room in Felix’s apartment. He looked tired and worried and anxious and it hurt her heart to see him like that. She slammed her laptop shut and glare at it for good measure. 

Then she grabbed her phone and called the first number she could think of. 

“Hey, mom. Can I rant a bit?”

And so she began blowing off steam by speaking non-stop. She knew well enough that her mother had probably placed her phone on speaker and was focusing on anything other than her rant, but being heard by someone other than her house plants really helped. 

She was so busy listing every reason why Bang Chan was the dumbest, most undesirable man she had ever met that she didn’t notice Felix peeking into her room half an hour into her rather aggressive rant. 

He listened quietly, eyes widening as he took in the information. 

“Like this guy keeps making potions wrong and it’s so frustrating because he’s wasting so many ingredients and, mOM, IT’S SO STRESSFUL WATCHING HIM!”

Felix blinked in confusion. How did this girl know about potions?

She continued ranting, “And on top of that,” she laughed in frustration, “he messes up almost every spell and then he looks at me with those big brown eyes and he’s so frustratingly cute and I cannot handle him. Mom, are you listening?”

He had heard enough. Felix pursed his lips and walked off, ready to tell Chan the news. His friend owed him big time.

When Chan moved back in after the midterms, he quickly became convinced that his roommate hated him. Why did he think that? Because even though he was sure she remembered his confession, she was going on a date with Im Jae-whatever.

Chan could hardly hide his bitterness the entire day. More than once did his friends have to tell him to stop glaring at the infamous frat boy that was charming his beloved. Once Chan almost cursed the guy so he’d be in pigeon poop but Seungmin had managed to shut him up before he finished the spell.

All in all, Chan was having a bad day and it was all because of her. 

When (Y/n) left the apartment for the date, Chan offered him a smile that probably looked more like a grimace and then hid in his room. He spent the next hour lying and wallowing in self-pity under his three blankets. If one listened carefully, they might have even heard some murmurs and silent curse words. 

After a while, Chan grew tired of pity and sadness and took the anger route. He nearly flew out of his bed and harshly grabbed his largest spellbook, not caring if the force of his actions made other books lose their balance and tumble down. The way he flipped through the pages was almost aggressive.

Under his breath he spoke, “Stupid Jaebum and his stupid looks and his stupid sweet personality…” 

Then he read spell after spell and tried to pronounce them. Truth be told, the pronunciation was the most difficult part. Latin, apparently, was not his strong suit. This led to him letting frustration out by glaring at random Latin words. It went on for four hours in a row.

He wasn’t even a bit tired when (Y/n) returned. 

The girl glanced over the door frame to greet him, surprised to see the light still on at 2 am. She watched the young warlock aggressively turn pages and vocalize the spells and she couldn’t help but snort. 

“Hi,” she spoke a minute later, deciding to put an end to Chan’s self-torture. “Why are you still up?”

Chan seemed more startled than anything, staring up at her with wide eyes. He gasped for a bit, searching for words before slamming his book shut and declaring, “I just couldn’t sleep. You know how it is.”

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow but said nothing in response.

Awkward silence filled the dorm and Chan became desperate to end it. He cleared his throat before asking, “So, how was your date?”

“It was... “ She pouted thoughtfully before shrugging. “It was okay, I guess. We went to a restaurant and then to an art museum.”

“Was it fun?”

“Not really,” she told him with a chuckle. “He kept speaking nonsense. Or, I guess they were facts about the art? But honestly, I was too tired to really think or analyze.”

Chan laughed a bit. “Yeah. That’s why they say that a dinner and a movie are a safe option. At least you won’t bore the other to death on your first date.”

“To be fair, I was probably just as boring,” she replied with a sigh and leaned against the doorframe. 

“Hey, no, you weren’t,” Chan protested gently. “If he thinks you’re boring, I’ll fight him for you.”

“Thanks,” she said, truly grateful for his words. “I’ll better go to sleep now. I’m so tired.”

Chan smiled brightly and nodded. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she responded and straightened up again, pushing her weight off the doorframe. She turned to leave but then remembered. With a cheeky smile, she glanced back towards Chan and murmured, “By the way, it’s pronounced aqua not agua, you dummy.”

She didn’t stay around to see Chan’s eyes grow wide like saucers.

It was too early for this. It was way too early for Chan’s rants. 

Still Felix couldn’t help but worry and wonder if the warlock had slept at all. After some inspection, he decided that clearly Chan hadn’t slept that night. There were dark bags present and the whites of his eyes were growing redder by the minute. Felix shook his head in disappointment. 

“—and then she told me what she thought the correct pronunciation was and, sure, she was right but, like, how did she know?” Chan had the expression of a maniac as he stared Felix straight in the eyes. “How did she know?”

Felix only raised an eyebrow and continued mixing his Caesar’s salad. For now, he’d let Chan rant. The guy clearly needed it.

“Does she study Latin? Is she secretly an Ancient Roman?” Chan tilted his head in thought and paused. “No, she couldn’t be. She speaks too modernly to be a time traveler.”

“Sure,” Felix snorted and mumbled, “that’s the only issue with that theory.”

Chan didn’t pay him any mind. He just continued fuming. “And have I told you about that one time when she knew exactly what the last ingredient of my potion was? Just by tasting it? And she was so calm about it? How?”

Felix was slowly growing concerned that his friend had turned into a maniac. Tentatively, he asked, “Are you okay, Chan?”

“I’m not okay,” came the reply. “I have no idea how to deal with this issue. There’s no way she knows about magic so she’s probably just playing with me, right?”

At this point Felix sighed. He firmly placed his hand down on the table and spoke, “She’s a witch, Chan.”

“There is no way. I’d know if she was.”

“The other day I heard her ranting about how you’re incapable of making actual potions and that you keep messing up spells,” he pointed out, punctuating the statement with his fork. 

“You must have been hearing things.”

Before Felix could retort, Seungmin’s melodious voice interrupted, “Hey guys! How’s lunch?”

“Stressful,” replied Chan and hid his face in his palms. He seemed to cry a bit but if Seungmin noticed, he didn’t react.

“Have you spoken to (Y/n)? She seemed a bit out of it in class today,” Seungmin spoke and sat down across next to Felix. He took out his lunch while silence reigned over the table. Realizing what this meant, Seungmin rolled his eyes and spoke in frustration, “You are impossible.”

Chan took offence to that. “Oh I’m sorry! Let me just go up to (Y/n) and tell her that I’m a wizard and I think she might be a witch and that I almost cursed her date with eternal pigeon poop because I’m kind of in love with her!”

Eyes wide, Felix stared at Chan before nudging Seungmin and mumbling, “That was a mouthful.” But before he could make a sarcastic remark or give Chan some comfort, a female voice interrupted.

“You are?” 

Simultaneously the three boys’ jaws dropped and eyes widened. It was (Y/n). 

Chan couldn’t do anything. He felt like he’d been glued to the spot and his vocal cords tied together to prevent him from saving his pride. Unable to do anything else, Chan merely stared up at her and began stuttering out random words and phrases. 

“Well? Is that the reason why you’ve been avoiding me?” (Y/n) asked, sounding more curious than anything as she stood in front of the table, right behind Felix and Seungmin, and watched Chan stumble over his breaths like a fish out of the water. She tilted her head in question.

Definitely not willing to participate in the awkwardness, Seungmin and Felix shared a look and began packing up their things. The latter just about shovelled his salad into his mouth while shoving his books into his bag with his free hand. Before anyone knew it, the two young men were out of the cafeteria, desperate to to get away.

When (Y/n) sat down across from him, Chan was left with no option but to speak. He sighed and hid his face before mumbling, “Please don’t make me say it.”

“But I want to hear you say it,” she told him encouragingly and leaned forward to catch his eyes. “Please?” Finally, after what felt like forever, she spoke again, “I think I’m in love with you too, Chan.”

“Don’t.” He sounded dejected as he pulled his hood over his head and hid his face once again. “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

“But I’m not lying,” she said and reached out to take his wrist. “I’m kind of in love with you too.”

“You went out with Jaebum,” Chan reminded but allowed her to stop his hands from hiding his face. 

To his surprise, she held his hands in her own and told her, “Because I wanted to get over you. He seemed like a nice distraction.”

“And about that Latin thing—”

“Dude, even Felix doesn’t pronounce aqua as agua,” she laughed. “So, we good?”

“I guess?” Chan wasn’t so sure. He had so many questions to ask, so many answers to retrieve and give. But as she stared at him with those shining eyes and that hopeful smile, all the questions and doubts seemed to disappear. He had no idea what he was so worried about. 

Deciding to set his doubts aside, he cleared his throat and squeezed her hands. “Then, shall we go on a date? Maybe later tonight?”

“As long as you don’t take me to another art museum,” (Y/n) spoke with a theatrical sigh. “That was really tiring.”

“Don’t worry,” he smiled bravely though his cheeks seemed to have a redder hue than usual, “I’ll one-up Jaebum’s date. You can bet on that.”

(Y/n) contemplated for a bit. “Alright. But if I’m underwhelmed by the end of the date, you owe me a kiss.”

Chan choked on air. He knew she could be bold, but this he wasn’t expecting. “Fi-fine. Deal.”

His heart was doing somersaults in his chest. Chan swore his heart was going to explode soon. 

It was a Friday afternoon and they were both tired of the week. There had been tests and essays and a coffee date and they were exhausted.

Chan watched as his dear girlfriend rested her head against his shoulder as they walked home after classes. Somehow he felt his energy recharge. Just one look at her enjoying his presence made him feel like he could take on the world. 

And just like that he knew he had to tell her. If he didn’t tell her, he’d go insane with guilt and worry. He convinced himself that if she truly found comfort in him like this, she was worth the risk.

Before they reached their apartment, he tugged on her wrist and led her to the park across the street instead. He swore he couldn’t love her any more than he did as she looked at him with those tired but curious eyes. He adored her.

And that’s why he had to tell her.

He led her to sit down on a bench and crouched down in front of her. A moment of just looking at her was what he promised himself before launching into an explanation. He had to take this moment and cherish it because he had no idea what would happen next.

After taking a deep breath, he began speaking, “You know that I love you, right?”

She blinked down at him in confusion as he caressed her cheeks and stared at her so lovingly. “Of course I know. And I love you too.”

Chan’s eyes held an unrecognizable dim spark. He continued. “We’ve been together for a while now, right?”

“Two months counts as a while, I guess,” she spoke with a frown. Confusion was evident on her face as she reached out to grab his face in her hands, the same way he was holding her cheeks in his palms. “What’s going on, Chan?”

“Promise not to get mad at me?” he whispered and (Y/n) recognized the spark in his eyes. Guilt. She couldn’t help but wonder what he felt guilty about.

She chuckled weakly and asked, “Why would I get mad at you?”

“Because I hid something from you,” he mumbled and turned to kiss her palm. “I can’t hide it anymore.”

“Just tell me. Whatever it is, tell me.”

He took a deep breath. “I’m a warlock. Like, an actual magic-wielding warlock. And I can’t hide it from you anymore.”

(Y/n) wanted to laugh. She wanted to laugh so badly that her lips curled as she tried to keep herself from doing so. Under Chan’s worried gaze, she burst into giggles and leaned forward to hug him close. “You silly goose.”

“I know you think I’m kidding or something but I promise you—”

“I thought you were going to admit you cheated on me or that you were gay or something,” she wheezed and gently slapped his shoulder. “Stop scaring me like that, you idiot!”

Chan blinked. “I don’t think you understand what I’m saying. I’m an actual warlock with magic and spells and potions and I know it sounds crazy—”

“Chan, honey,” she spoke with a bright smile and forced him to look her in the eyes, “I already knew that.”

He stayed silent for a bit as he processed the information. His eyes widened when it finally clicked. “You what?!”

“I knew you were a warlock already a while ago,” she told him and squished his cheeks together. “You’re so silly.”

As he took in the realization, Chan wondered whether he should breathe in relief or cry in despair. After a while, he decided on the first and pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m just glad to get this off my chest now.”

“You could’ve told me a lot sooner, you know,” she teased. “It would’ve saved you a lot of trouble. Not that you were very good at hiding your magic in the first place.”

“Hey!” Chan gasped and pulled away. He chuckled. “Was I really that bad?”

“The worst,” she confirmed but kissed his cheek. “But that’s what I love about you.”

Attempting to wipe her lipstick off his cheek with a grimace, Chan joked, “Ugh, cheesy.” He then smiled at her brightly. “I’m glad though. But I do have to ask,” he narrowed his eyes, “when did you figure it out?”

“When I found your wand,” she replied after a moment of thought. “It was really difficult to miss the glowing.” 

Chan could only scoff in disappointment.

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[dinosaurtsukki]

haikyuu!! music idol au (seijoh and shiratorizawa vers.)

hello hello! now for the groups with seijoh and shiratorizawa! if you like this why not check out music idol au karasuno vers.

CROWN ENTERTAINMENT

okay so basically this is now the entertainment company for the groups FALCON and KING

HAHAHS THE NAMES I REALLY CAN'T GUYS I'M SORRY THE NEXT POST ABOUT NEKOMA AND FUKURODANI ARE GONNA BE MUCH WORSE

okay but yes

they're one of the biggest names in the country and their groups have been around for quite some time

washijo is CEO

they're known to be very hard to get into because all of their idols are trained to be polished at whatever they do

but all of their releases are top quality

so lets get into the groups !!

KING - seijoh

okay so KING has 8 members and most of their comeback concepts are pretty bubblegum pop and boy-next-door

our leader for this group is oikawa of course

he's also wanted to be an idol for so long and trained really hard for it

• he managed to pass the auditions but his trainee years were hard on him because of all the expectations and work

luckily he befriended iwa who was also a struggling trainee

they spent years helping each other out and leaning on each other for support until their debut came

oikawa's the all-around vocalist, visual, and dancer so he's almost always in the center

the kind who nails all the notes while busting out the hardest dance moves

he's also multilingual because he wants to talk to a variety of his fans

everything he does seems so natural but in reality he practices so hard that iwa has to drag him to bed

iwa's our main rapper and main dancer of the group

his audition tape of him dancing was a bit embarassing because he was wearing a godzilla sweater and his hair was gelled up

everyone likes to bring it out from time to time

his fans also like sending him anything godzilla

his rapping is pOWERFUL and he can also beatbox really well

he also leads the dance breaks in performances

everyone thought he was scary until oikawa accidentally called him iwa-chan in a radio show and now everyone calls him iwa-chan

while oikawa is the leader, iwa is the one who manages everyone and makes sure no one gets lost when they go to awards shows

matsukawa and hanamaki were trainees that came in later and they became friends because they were roommates

hanamaki saw matsukawa taping printed out pictures of memes on the wall beside his bed and immediately knew they would be friends for life

and they were

they're notorious for sneaking food into their dorms and also picking on oikawa

they're kind of like an inseparable duo especially since hanamaki is on vocals and matsukawa is on rap

they have a lot of onstage moments and fans love how playful they are

they kind of improvise a bit sometimes when it comes to dance moves which makes washijo want to pull his hair out but fans like it so :/

they're the oldest members but they still call iwa and oikawa 'mom and dad'

they like doing weird shit to hanamaki's hair and taking videos of it 

the ‘what’s a contract? never heard of it’ duo basically 

yahaba's like the resident beautiful guy apart from oikawa

his voice is really melodious and he's often the one harmonizing with the high part

also sUCH a fLIRT

camera: *is directed at him*

yahaba: *blows a kiss*

matsuhana try to get him into their pranks on oikawa but he's too much of a goody two shoes

likes to film his skincare routine for the fans

secretly oikawa’s favorite junior

kyoutani auditioned for CROWN because he thought they were forming a hip-hop group or something edgy but no he was put into KING and he has to be around softies

he was desperate to get kicked out at first until iwa convinced him that he could still keep his look

they gave up on making him smile or look bright on cameras and said that if he's going to glare at least make it sexy

only listens to iwa and always stands next to iwa during award shows 

kindaichi and kunimi are their most treasured juniors and they'll do anything to protect them

both of them are vocalists and even though they don't often sing the melodies or hit the high notes, they're great harmonizing

actually knew of kageyama back in their auditioning days and were lowkey jealous of him

kindaichi is the sweetest junior he's always the one giving the members water and making sure they're alright

kunimi just silently observes the entire time and barely says anything but he'll often approach iwa for pointers when it comes to dancing

they were super young when they debuted and attended high school together in between practice

their seniors surprised them by coming to their graduation and even performing at the ceremony

both of them aren't as good as their fellow members yet but kindaichi works hard to be able to earn a few more lines in their songs

kunimi doesn't show much effort but he secretly likes to learn songwriting and music production because his dream is for KING to perform one of his songs

FALCON - shiratorizawa

another group that debuted about a year or two before KING

it is a POWERHOUSE of talent

also pretty much the OG group for most fans that inspired other upcoming groups

a lot of their concepts are centered around a mature gentleman image

idk what im saying but i'd compare them to super junior pretty much

they also do a lot of edgy concepts

ushijima's the leader of the group plus main rapper

he was actually inspired to become a rapper after watching another idol's performance

tbh he never expected to debut with a group but he had grown attached to some of his fellow trainees

he's also really talented at writing and producing songs

super stoic, even in front of the camera, but fans love his attempts at humor

tendou's like their main dancer and rapper

when he was younger people said his dancing looked weird because tendou could do those really cool, almost jerky movements

when washijo saw his audition tape he was like 'hmm we could use that'

thats because FALCON is super big on choreography, especially the ones that look like all the members are creating this huge other thing just by using movement

tendou pretty much leads the dance breaks all the time and he looks super serious and intense

he likes saying the most random, funny things during interviews

sometimes you'll catch him dancing by himself when they’re just waiting for results in award shows

so many conspiracy videos as to whether or not tendou has joints

now we have our shirabu kenjiro

this boy is like a prodigy he was destined to be recruited by CROWN and to end up in FALCON

the more i spell out these names the more i see how absurd they all look i'm sorry

tendou likes to call him his 'beloved junior'

he's as serious as ushiwaka is but with sASS

is known for sassing out interviewers and show hosts when he can tell that they're making up bullshit and now everyone's scared of him

he's main vocals and visuals

his voice is like a really nice baritone and he's very powerful with his singing that people don't question whether or not he lipsyncs

actually gets the most lines in their group

he likes to challenge the limits of his contract and even cut his own bangs and that's why they're Like That

he ended up getting chewed out by washijo for it

ya boi semisemi is out here being a dAncE gOD

he can learn choreography really quickly and in variety shows the hosts always challenge him to learn another group's choreo by looking at it once

so far he has not lost

everyone in his team cheers him on

also basically the group's main choreographer. he'll lowkey get mad at someone who forgot the choreo but teach them anyway

interacting with fans makes him so happy and soft he treasures every letter he receives and likes giving out gifts during fanmeets

he keeps his room really neat and likes to display the presents he receives from fans

also main vocalist in the group but just gets a line or two

his real skill though are opening dance performances during music award shows

he, tendou, and goshiki slay every opening performance and its amazing

reon is the last main rapper of the group and basically The Mom of the group

he's the one calming everyone down and checking up with people before they perform

his rapping sounds really smooth and very close to how he speaks normally so he shines most in the b-side tracks of their album

he had a lot of struggles passing auditions because most companies would discriminate because of appearance but washijo saw a lot of potential in him

he likes to speak out about the discrimination in terms of appearance in the music industry

everyone in FALCON supports him

lastly we have goshiki the precious little maknae of the group

everyone dotes on him because he was a skinny child when he debuted with the group

goshiki's like the legendary maknae who could do pretty much anything

he's main vocalist, dancer, and visuals

when he started out he was always super active and full of initative as a trainee

he trained super hard just to debut with FALCON because he looks up to ushijima

like shirabu, he gets a ton of lines and sings a lot during the chorus

when he graduated everyone from FALCON attended and he treated them all too lunch

after every comeback tendou's jus like 'our little baby goshiki is growing up'

i basically wrote him as jungkook from bts didn't i?

additional hc’s for funsies

oikawa was actually supposed to debut much earlier with FALCON but he had grown attached to his fellow trainees (iwa and matsuhana) and wanted to be in a group with them

FALCON and KING have a small rivalry ongoing to see who can get the most views in one day during every comeback video that the members do all these crazy things to get their fans to stream their comebacks

one of them was matsuhana promising to release a rare picture of kyoutani smiling 

FALCON has Boardgame Fridays where they just play boardgames all night and it’s super fun and precious because goshiki gets super competitive

also all of his seniors tried to get him drunk after his graduation and goshiki did in fact get drunk and ended up spilling some secrets about how shirabu cuts his bangs on instagram live

FALCON and KING love having dance-off sessions with each other and the music they always choose is ‘Crazy in Love’ from the White Chicks movie

the reon and semi have a mukbang series on instagram live and sometimes yahaba and kindaichi join in

ushijima allegedly wrote and produced a song about the joy of farming but washijo rejected it from appearing on the album because it was weird but thanks to tendou spilling about it, fans demanded to hear the song and ushijima performed it in one of their concerts

kunimi also wrote a song about that was supposedly about a loving a bad boy despite being a nice girl and when people asked what his inspiration was he just said ‘kyouhaba’ 

haikyuu!! music idol au series: karasuno vers., seijoh and shiratorizawa vers., nekoma and fukurodani vers.