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yeetingmyfeeling · 4 years

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Run, Run, Run!

Chapter Two

Brian woke up with a start. His injuries felt mostly better, but he was still in his wolf form. He sat up, looking around the room. He could still only see through one eye, making him frown. He sniffed, smelling too many different, unknown scents.

He hauled his body up, whining at the pressure on his paws. With this he quickly changed back to his human form. As he did, he heard a knock on the door. Brain squeaked.

“Hey! I’m just here to help clean up your wounds,” A voice called out. “There are some clothes on the bed, they are new and clean.” Brian looked over to the bed, indeed seeing clothes. He pulled them on. It was boxers, a grey jumper and black sweatpants. They were a little too big for his frame, but he didn’t mind. “Can I come in?”

“Y-yeah!” Brain called out quietly. He moved, sitting down on the bed. The door pushed open and someone entered the room. From his smell, Brian knew he was a wolf. He was around the same height, maybe a little taller. He had a mohawk, mullet of sorts. He gave Brian a soft smile.

“My name is Brock, what is yours?” The man slowly approached Brian, standing a few feet away from him. “I know you just pulled on your jumper, but I’m going to need you to take it off again.”

“Brian,” Responded the other. He did as asked, pulling off his jumper. Brock gestured towards his body and Brian nodded. Brock walked over, grabbing a first aid kit that was also on the bed. Brock began to dress his wounds. Brian was tense.

Brock cleaned the injury on his chest. He ended up having to use medical tape, then putting gauze over the top. He wrapped up one of Brian's hands, and one of his feet. A few other bandaids and such were placed, and a gauze over his injured eye.

“Feel free to go have a shower, the band aids are all good. Then just come down for breakfast,” Brock smiled kindly again. “Just listen for the loud yelling and you’ll find it. Are you okay with that?”

Brian nodded quietly. “Okay..” Brock gave the other a hesitant look, but got up to leave. He left the room, leaving Brian in peace. Brian spotted the other door, that wasn’t the one Brock just left through. Opening it, it was a bathroom. Brian took the leisure of having a nice, warm shower.

After his shower, he got dressed back in the clothes. He slowly walked out of his room, more scents hitting his nose. His face crinkled from the new smells, food, people, alphas. Brian continued his slow pace of walking, following the smell and the loud noises. He ended up downstairs, outside a pair of large doors. He slowly pushed them open.

Everyone turned to look at the new entrance. Brian’s eyes widened and he ducked his head. “Brian,” It was Brock. “Come sit here,” Walking over, Brock had saved a spot for Brian. He sat down, staring at his lap. Brock pointed at the food spread out on the table. “Dig in.”

Brian looked up enough to see Brock, he was still smiling at him. He turned, looking at the food. He could feel his mouth watering. He reached over, eagerly grabbing some toast. He found the butter and the jam, spreading it on the toast. He found an empty glass, and filled it up with juice from a jug.

“So,” Brock started talking, filling up the silence. All eyes were on Brian. “Everyone, this is Brian,” Brian waved shyly, his face flush. “That’s Anthony and Marcel, they are the ones who took you home,” A friendly face looked at him, a happy looking grin. He had tattoos, Brain thought they looked cool. The man next to his was dark toned and had curly hair. “That’s John, Jarren and Scotty, they are beta’s,” John had hair down to his shoulders, going from brown to blonde. As well as spots on his face. Jarren had short brown hair and looked quite childish. Scotty looked similar, but skinnier.

“That is Luke and Ryan,” Luke was very intimidating looking, a full beard, and an arm over Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan also had a beard, but a friendlier smile. “That is Evan and Jonathan, Evan is our packs Alpha,” Evan was very intimidating, although his smile was gentle. His skin was tan, a contrast against Jonathan’s very pale skin. “Then those two, are Tyler and David,” Tyler was definitely the biggest of them all, and had the light showings of facial hair. David was skinny, but seemingly the same height.

Brian’s eyes widened when they landed on the last two. He sniffed, their scents wasting into his nose. They both smelt so good. Brian frowned, not understanding why he felt that way. He could tell Tyler was an alpha, David a beta. He quickly turned back to Brock.

Evan was the one who started talking. “So, Brian. As you can tell, we are quite a small pack. We are looking to eventually have pups among the couples, we are finding our way around it.”

“Hard when most of us are gays,” John snorted out.

“Yes, well,” Evan scratched the back of his head. “Regardless. Brian, it looks like you were running from something, someone? Judging from your injuries.”

Brian nodded quietly. He could tell everyone was watching him, waiting for his answer. “My pack.. They treated me like a toy, so, I ran,” He gulped, looking down at his lap. He hated feeling, and acting so quiet and submissive. He’s usually witty and sarcastic. “I finally got away, not without a few good byes.”

Evan nodded in understanding. “Well, feel free to stay with us,” He leaned forward, smiling at Brian. “I am not saying, join our pack. But, when the time comes, and you wish to, just come speak to me. Alright?” Brian just nodded in response.

“Jon and I better head to work,” Brock stood up, Jonathan following soon after. “Who has the day off to show Brian around?”

“Myself, Tyler and David,” John responded. “I can show Brian around, teach him the ropes.”

“Don’t be too scary,” Brock pointed a finger in John’s direction. That finger quickly went to Tyler. “Don’t be all… Alpha.”

Tyler held his hands up in defence. “I haven’t even done anything!”

“Yet,” Brock’s eyes narrowed. “Brian, my number is on the fridge. If anything happens, just call, okay?” Brian nodded again.

Slowly people started to file out of the room. They bid their goodbyes, see you laters, and headed off to work. Brian sat quietly as everyone left, finishing off his toast. He now sat with John opposite him, Tyler and David sitting further up.

Evan came up to the small Irishman, giving a small wave. “Your accent, you’re irish right? David is also Irish,” Brian didn’t respond, just chewed on the crust of his toast. Evan frowned. “I hope this place feels safer for you, and if you need anything, I am the alpha. I promise i’m not like others… Hey, you don’t have any belongings do you?”

Brain shook his head. “I didn’t bring anything, I didn’t have much anyway.”

Evan pulled his wallet out of his pocket, waving it around. “That is all good, I’m sure these four can take you shopping. Can’t you boys?”

“Shopping?” Tyler groaned, throwing his head back. “I fuckin’ hate shopping man.”

“Quit ya complaining,” David spoke, and Brian could clearly hear the Irish. “That’s fine Evan, we’ll take care of the lad.” John saluted in agreement.

Evan chucked his wallet at John, who caught it with ease. “I’m trusting you guys,” Then with a few more words or warning, Evan was gone. That left the four, sitting in an uncomfortable silence.

Brian took this chance to look at the men he was surrounded by. Mainly, the two men sitting further away from him. He shook his head, ignoring the feel in the pit of his stomach.

“Shopping?” Questioned John. He pushed away from the table, standing up. “You two go get dressed, I’ll show Brian around,” Without waiting for a response, John began to leave the room. “Come on dude,” Brian took this as his hint to get up and follow after the other.

John showed him around the house, or, mansion. There were three levels. First level was basic stuff like kitchen, dining room, living room, a few closets, two bathrooms, things like that. The second level was everyone's rooms, as well as spares. Some bigger than others. The third level was Evan’s office, storage, and a games room.

Going outside there was a large car fort, three cars currently sitting there. Apparently the truck and sports car was Tyler’s, while the plain white car was David’s. Brain liked the sports car.

They were in the middle of a forest, from the trees that surrounded the house. It was a large area, and Brian could only smell this pack. That made him feel comforted, safe.

Tyler and David soon joined the other two outside, and Brian was upset to hear they were not going to be taking the sports car. Instead they climbed into the plain white car. David at the wheel, Tyler next to him. John and Brian in the back.

“I hate how you drive,” Tyler had his arms crossed over his chest, pout on his lips. “I wish I could drive, my car is so much better.”

“Oh shut up,” David rolled his eyes. “Stop being a whiny baby, neither of your two cars are good for shopping,” Tyler just huffed in response.

Brian sat quietly, watching out the window as they drove. He liked that they were deep in the forest. He almost wanted to stick his head out the window, much like a dog. He leaned his head on the window, watching the trees. He saw some birds fly.

They get to a mall, David parking in the busy parking lot. Brian frowned, already seeing lots of people. They all got out of the car, and Brian unconsciously stuck close to Tyler, the Alpha. John led them through the mall, squeezing past all the people. They went to a few clothes stores.

Each time, David would get distracted by something and wonder off. Tyler would walk around, keeping a close eye on them all. John pulled Brian around, pulling out random clothes and asking if he liked them. Brian shrugged. He wouldn’t wear much at his old pack, usually just his underwear and a loose shirt. He did say he liked wearing sweatpants, shorts, and loose shirts or nice shirts.

So John took him around and bought all the clothes he would need. Underwear, pants, shorts, different kinds of shirts, socks, singlets, swimmers, pyjamas, nice clothes. Anything he could need. David was pushing around a trolley full of the bags. Brian felt so overwhelmed.

John then took him to get other things. Toiletries, books, and other little things. According to Tyler, it’s Evan’s card so milk it. Brian has never really had people buy him things, or gone shopping. So he had no idea on what to get. John did end up taking him to get heat suppressants.

They were now sitting down having lunch, and Brian felt exhausted. He sat, quietly eating his burger from McDonald’s. His legs were bouncing in anxiousness, and he was barely halfway through his burger.

“You good?” Tyler leaned over to Brian. Brian got a big whiff of his scent, and his face immediately flushed. The smell smelt like farm, wet dog, and chocolate. He repressed the sigh in his throat. If he looked over to Tyler, ee noticed some muscle in his arm through the flannel. He gulped.

“I think he’s tired,” John frowned. He leaned over the table, swatting at Tyler. “Let the boy breathe, big alpha.” Tyler sat back in his seat with a pout.

They soon finished with their shopping, and Brian was very happy. They packed the bags in David’s boot, some having to sit in with him and John. Then they drove home. Brian fell asleep for a bit of the ride, waking with a start before they returned to the mansion.

Brian tiredly got out of the car, knowing he had to put all the bags away before he got to sleep. The four eached grabbed a few bags and took them up to Brian’s room. They were placed down in the centre.

Brain turned to grab one of the bags, only to run into a chest. He took a step back, glancing up to see David. The Irishman gave him a lopsided smile.

“You look tired, maybe you should nap?” David suggested. For the second time that day, Brian was hit with another scent. This time he got a smell of home, home being Ireland. Brain had to stop himself from taking in a deep breath to get more of the scent.

He just nodded. “Yeah, I think I will,” He turned to the other two and smiled a small smile. “Thank you.”

“No problem dude!” John saulted. Tyler just nodded. Then the three left. Brain walked over to the bed, faceplanted, and immediately fell asleep.

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stanskzseungmin · 5 years

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Operation Miroh | Stray Kids Mafia! Au ~ Chapter 5

~Masterlist~

Chapters: 0.1, 0.2, 0.3, 0.4, 0.5, 0.6, 0.7, 0.8, 0.9

1 , 2 , 3 , 4

Mission Briefing

Location: Civilized Countryside

Weather: Clear

Date: 20XX

Time of Day : Morning

Mission Objective: Gather info

Bang Chan | Bang Christopher Chan

“So talk to me,” Chan stated while swinging around in his chair facing you. “What is it that you hope to find?”

“Come on, Channie~ You’re a big boy, you know what I’m trying to find,” you smirked at him.

Chan threw his head back as a groan left his lips. “So you want to find the people that poofed out of thin air.”

“Yes, but no, but kinda yea,” you shrugged.

“Nice,” Chan swung back around to his laptop, he grasped his water bottle on the desk. Popping the cap open, he took a swig of the liquid with the plastic crinkling under his hand.

“Channie~ Come with meeee, ” you begged. “Please, daddy.”

Chan choked on the liquid he was drinking. He doubled forwards as he tried to cough out the liquid, the water going everywhere.

“God damn it, now you got my laptop wet,” Chan scolded. Chan pulled on the sleeve of his sweater as he wiped away on his laptop screen and dabbed at the keyboard. Chan slumped back into his seat as he let out a loud sigh. He turned back around just to toss the almost empty bottle at you, the bottle bouncing pathetically off your forehead.

“Why are you like this?” Chan sighed.

You giggled in response.

”Fine,” Chan gave in. You nodded at him turning to leave.

“Go talk to Woojin, yea? He was worried about you. I’ll meet you at the entrance...” Chan paused. “Babygirl.”

You tripped over feet, your waist banged ungracefully against the doorknob.

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You can feel your heart rapidly beating in your chest as anxiety ate through your mental thoughts. Your stomach dropped so low, it felt as if it is resting at your feet. Loud muffling sounds of your heart beating resonated throughout your ears. Your hands were clenched in front of you within your sweater paws, your blunt nails dug into your perspiring palms.

You stood outside in the quiet hallway staring at the dull painted grey door of Woojin’s room. Many thoughts were running through your head. Thoughts of what could go wrong, Woojin’s disappointment in you, thoughts of figuring out what to say and just making up excuses of why talking to Woojin would be a bad idea. Your thoughts were interrupted as Chan passed you in the hallway. The Aussie grabbed ahold of your hand squeezing it gently in encouragement. He shook your hand lightly as he pulled away waving at you slightly with a small smile on his lips.

You sighed to yourself as you turn back towards the door. You raised your knuckles to knock gently on the door. The three small knocks you made seemed to echo loudly in your ears and your hearing once again was filled with your heartbeat. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you hear the lock become undone with a soft click. The door opened slowly to reveal Kim Woojin himself.

He had a slight bedhead and was wearing a simple silk dress shirt and some shorts. Both his knees were heavily covered in gauze and held together with simple medical tape. You can see the dabbles of red from the blood seeping through. It seems Woojin never checked in with Hyunjin for the post mission check up, or else his knees would look as smooth and supple as if the skin was never scraped off by the dirt and rocks that day. Not that you would be able to see his knees if Hyunjin did treat it, Woojin did dress professionally with long pants anyway.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say a word upon sight of him. The lump of your throat crawled back up as you find it difficult to keep your composure. Woojin, the always attentive one, sensed your discourse so he pulled you into his embrace as he rubbed circles onto your back.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to choke out.

He pulled back slightly with his hands resting on your waist. His face held a look of bewilderment.

“Sorry?” he breathed out.

“I let you down, I ruined the mission for us. I know you have some pride behind your perfectly clean and executed missions,” you rambled, knowing how the Stray Kids members like to grief each other depending on how badly they fuck up their missions.

“You act as if I keep track. Things happens. Nothing is as simple as from point A to point B. You needn’t apologise, there was no way for you to have known that that man would interfere. In fact, I should be the one to apologise-”

“What? Why you?” you interrupted.

“Let me finish, you were the one who had a bullet embedded into your shoulder. All I got were scraped knees. I’m not Jisung or Jeongin or Hyunjin, there was no way for me to get up and over that wall. If only I was faster, I could’ve protected you,” his voice trailed off as he held your smaller hands within his much larger ones.

“Woojin,” you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close to you. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck as he held you tightly, giving you his signature bear hug.

“Go get ‘em, cub,” Woojin whispered into your ear.

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You headed towards the entrance and lo and behold, Chan was already there typing away with his laptop.

“Why did you bring your laptop?” you snickered at him.

“Sorry sorry,” he shrugged. “Give me a sec.”

“One,”

“Ok, wise guy,” Chan seethed.

You took this opportunity to examine Chan from head to toe. His blond curls had been freed from his beanie, in fact you can’t really call them curls at the moment. It seemed to be straightened and styled with a lavender streak on his bangs.

“Why the fuck is your hair purple?”

Chan merely shrugged in response.

Chan was also donning a neon orange hoodie. You can see a plain white tee sticking out from under it. Over the hoodie, he wore a long sleeved black jacket zipped up over it with simple brown sweats and black high tops.

“You’re really wearing neon orange in a countryside?”

Chan shrugged off your response once more.

“What are you even doing?” you asked wondering why he’s still fiddling with his laptop.

“Don’t ask questions you’re not ready to hear the answer to.”

Chan and you were both sitting atop the hill under the shade of the tree.

“So what do we do, Channie?” you asked leaning your head on his shoulder.

Chan was still typing away on his laptop. This man decided to bring it along.

“Why are you asking me?”

“Because...you’re the leader?” you squinted at him.

“Your mission,” he stated as a matter of fact. “You’re the one who wanted to come back.”

“...”

“What do you hope to accomplish?”

“I know we’re close to finding out where the people are disappearing to. I have a feeling there will be others that will disappear. We just need to find them.”

“Ok,” Chan stood up with his eyes still glued to his laptop screen.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to check out the bakery,” Chan merely replied.

“Why?”

“Inventory…?” Chan seemed to be at a loss of words. “I wanted to have all the nitty gritty details all jotted down.”

You groaned in frustration.

You were currently situated on a bench after being royally ditched by Chan. You felt as if you might as well have gone on this mission on your own. Your eyes were analyzing every passerby closely examining their face for anything out of place: a fidget, wandering eyes, people working up a cold sweat. Just anything that would arouse suspicion.

Suddenly your eyes caught sight of someone, a woman. It was a very particular woman. Everyone in this village lived in false peace with the heavy atmosphere of impending doom. Nobody knows when the government will come for them, nobody knows when the government will do another “cleansing.” Everyone was tense and not many words are exchanged. People often huddle together reveling in the small hope of strength in numbers even if they don’t converse. This woman however, was walking on her own. Not part of any wandering group, but with a small, but most definite smile plastered on her face.

Perfect. The way you envisioned things were finally falling into motion.

You stood up from your seat as you joined a passerby group of people and proceeded to tail the woman. The woman walked tall with her chin up. She oozes confidence, but why? She walks as if she struck gold. You continued trekking forward even with the group you were in turning at the intersection.

You continued to follow the woman. You were getting concerned how the street lessened with people the further you followed her. You were quickly losing opportunities to hide if the woman were to turn around. You prayed to yourself she wouldn’t turn arou- FUCK. You quickly slid behind a small staircase curling up into a ball hiding your small frame behind the concrete steps as the woman turned around. You carefully peeked at her through a small gap between the wood railing and the bricks of the steps.

She stood still in the middle of the street as confusion went through her features. Poor thing, the people have developed a sixth sense of knowing when they are followed as a result of the world they are currently living in. She looked around paranoid as you ducked your head back down in case she spots you. She turned and started picking up a brisk pace. You get up quickly noticing her rapidly moving away from you. You tried to follow her with a light jog, but you knew you were screwed with all the buildings huddled up too close together with a wood fence blocking off every alleyway. You were left with no place to hide if she were to turn around.

You stopped by a convenient fruit stand and began grabbing at the fruits there trying to look as natural as possible. It was hard to blend in when there is a lack of people. You wanted to follow by rooftops but it would make you no better than the dumb squirrel, Han Jisung. Seeing as you didn’t really have a choice if you wanted to remain incognito and seeing how the woman was getting further away, you quickly scaled up the building you were at using the fruit stand as a mantle.

You quickly followed on the rooftops keeping the woman within your line of sight. She walked with a slight skip in her step as she approached the North gate. However, something was wrong. The other escorts approached the woman. They were previously stood before some sort of cart. It looked more like a cage for animals and it didn’t look like that woman was alone. Within the cage were more people, each of them chained up. The woman acted casual, enthusiastic even. She practically walked to the men with open arms. She lifted her arms up willingly. Not from fear. Not from force, but free will. The men took no time chaining her up. You cursed under your breath as you quickly free ran over the rooftops trying to reach the North gate.

You managed to climb up to the wall surrounding the village and made your way quickly to the top of the large gateway. You quickly jumped right off without much thought and landing on one of the men, deeply embedding your knife into his neck. The other men jumped in reaction. You shifted your weight fully onto your hind feet and left hand. You held a menacing strike pose over the body with your knife secure in your right hand.

“Look at the little kitten putting on a show,” one of the men mocked.

The three men began to circle you with each drawing out a knife. One versus three, it wasn’t that bad of an odd, but you wished Chan was with you. You could handle three, you did single handedly take down the ‘00 line when you all were sparring (with the exception of Felix completely overtaking you) but you did take down Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jisung easily enough...that has to mean something...right?

You held a strike pose with your knife held higher menacingly. You very quickly realized the meaning of the phrase “Be careful for what you wish for.”

“Look at what we found,” two men appeared behind you.

With the two men was Bang Chan himself held in a chokehold with a knife pressed to the soft flesh of his neck. The other man was casually looking through Chan’s laptop. Instantly, you felt your stomach drop seeing your leader at knifepoint and incapacitated.

“Sorry,” Chan merely shrugged.

He was not impressed in the slightest. His face showed total disbelief that two grunts managed to capture him. Even though a knife was pressed against his neck, Chan stood upright yet casual with both his hands in his hoodie pocket looking so done with the situation.

“Don’t you dare make any sudden movements or pretty boy here will get cut.”

Chan merely shrugged.

“Do it then...” Chan started. “Coward.”

“Ok then wise guy,” the man released him momentarily to strike the back of Chan’s head with the grip of the knife. Chan fell forward like a ragdoll landing on flat on his face ungracefully.

“Ow,” Chan mumbled against the dirt floor. “I needed a nap anyway. I’m gonna take five. Wake me when you need me.”

Your situation just went from bad to worse. You’re technically in a one versus five situation with Bang Chan, bless his soul because this mans needed to SLEEP, passed out on the dirt path. The men quickly charged you all at once haphazardly swinging their knives. They didn’t look like they were well trained, you easily side stepped all their attacks. A side step, the knife slashing vertically downward whiffing you. A duck, you can faintly hear the whoosh of the air being displaced as the knife slashed over you. A stab, you grabbed at the wrist stopping it’s progression forward with the tip lightly grazing your black sweater as you twisted the man’s arm as you threw him over your back. You stomped your combat boot over the man’s neck feeling the spine snap under your foot. You ducked to your right as another knife came towards your face feeling the blade slicing your cheek. You cursed upon feeling the stinging pain as your fist connected with the man’s face feeling the nose shattering under your knuckles. The man doubled back and his hands flew up to his face, you see red spewing in between his fingers. You heard rapid footsteps behind you as you quickly ducked sticking out your leg backwards a bit, the man tripped over your leg and rolled over your back. As this was happening another man came up and started slashing at you. You reacted in time by jumping back but your sweater didn’t make it out unscathed. A huge slash mark now decorated your sweater’s front.

You pouted as a slight whine left your lips. Your bottom lip protrudes out abit as it quivered slightly.

“Channie~” you whine with a fake sob. “Channie, the sweater you got me got ruined.”

“You what now, mate?!” Chan bellowed out, standing up abruptly.

A man tried to rush Chan as he was getting up, but Chan very quickly put all his weight onto his hands and his leg swung around effectively roundhouse kicking the man in the face. The man dramatically spiralling as he fell towards the ground with a loud thud and a groan.

“Which one of you lads made my babygirl cry?” Chan asked with venom dripping from his words.

The man with red spewing out of his face charged Chan, but Chan couldn’t care less as he clotheslined the guy. His fist connected with his already broken and shattered nose. Chan stomped over to you as he threw a punch to the man who slashed your sweater breaking his nose as well. He fell flat on his back as Chan stepped on his neck.

“Oi, you’re the mate who was touching my laptop,” Chan seethed as he pulled out a pistol hidden somewhere under his many layers of clothes and shooting him in between the eyes.

As that was happening, one of the guys charged you but you easily sidestepped and deeply embedded your knife into his neck twisting it slightly as you forced it to go further in. When you pulled out, blood erupted out of it like a geyser, effectively painting the dirt path. You then quickly threw your knife straight in between the eyes of the guy Chan clotheslined as he fell into a slump with Chan quickly and effectively snapping the last guy’s neck.

Looking around you, you were surrounded by six dead bodies as a loud shriek broke you out of your trance. Chan walked up to the woman bowing slightly.

“Good day, ma’am. You don’t need to be afraid. We’re here to free you,” Chan pulled out a couple of tools hidden in his sleeves.

In addition to hacking, Chan is great at lock picking as well. He was WAYYYY better at it than you were. Then again, was there anything Chan couldn’t do? (Sleep.)

“Free me? But these men were gonna take us to freedom,” the woman whimpered.

“Forgive me, but being chained up in an animal cage doesn’t look much like freedom,” Chan clarified.

“But it does exist. A paradise where we can rebuild and start a new life,” she continued. The people in the cart nodded in agreement. “My sister from the bakery writes to me from there. She speaks of wonderous stories.”

Chan didn’t believe them. Neither could you. More so Chan, because Chan practically knows the ins and outs of the world. He hasn’t heard of any “paradise.”

“Sorry, but your paradise is just a folly,” Chan stated bluntly as he picked at the lock of the cage. The locked fell to the ground bouncing lightly on the dirt. You quickly entered the cage and began working at all the chained prisoners.

“How dare you,” she whispered now looking at Chan directly. “Wait, you’re-”

“Bang Christopher Chan,” he finished. “And I have never heard of your paradise.”

Her eyes widen in horror. “But, but my sister,” she breathed out frantically.

“We’ll find her,” you interjected.

Chan’s eyes snapped towards you glaring daggers at your form.

”Thank you,” she whispered nodding her head.

“Go home,” you whispered out. “All of you.”

One by one they all trinkled back towards the village.

“Channie, if we find them we may discover what this so called paradise is.”

Chan’s eyes narrowed already putting all the dots together, not liking where this talk was going.

“No,” Chan finalized sternly.

“But-”

“No buts,’” Chan snapped.

“Channie!”

“I AM NOT NEGOTIATING THIS!” Chan burst out with a prominent vein protruding out of his neck.

You felt as if your body shrunk on itself like a dog with its tail between their legs. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest in fear from never seeing Chan this angry before. Your lips tremble as your fingers gripped at the end of your sweater sleeves and you felt tears swell up in your eyes. Chan noticeably stiffen when he saw your frightened form. Chan walked forward slowly and placing his hands on your shoulders delicately as if you were as fragile as glass. He pulled your frightened form closer as he leaned his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling together.

“That day during the incident,” Chan started. “I thought I lost you. I never forgave myself. Hyunjin tried to reassure me that you were still alive. I never stopped to rest until I found you.”

You looked down, at a loss for words.

Chan sighed. “You’re a good person and I want to find those missing people too. But it’s too dangerous.”

“What we do is dangerous though,” you whispered. “But we do it for a higher cause, for the people, for those who don’t have the strength to do it themselves.”

Chan’s grip on your shoulders tightened a bit.

“Fuck,” Chan breathed out, screwing his eyes shut.

His hands trail down your arms stopping at your hands. He held your hands softly as he rubbed circles softly onto the back of your hand.

“You’re going deep into the Lion’s Den, you know that right?”

You nodded softly.

“It’s going to be really dangerous,” Chan whispered. “You better come back to us. You better come back to me. If you don’t, I’ll never forgive myself.”

Mission Successful

You decided to talk to Woojin: Your relationship status increased.

Mission Briefing

Location: Civilized Countryside // --REDACTED--

Weather: Clear

Date: 20XX

Time of Day : --REDACTED--

Mission Objective: Find out where the people disappear off to by --REDACTED--

Partner:

Which Stray Kids Member do you want to bring with you for your next mission?

Kim Woojin (Light Injury// Will not be available until 2 members have gone)

Bang Chan | Bang Christopher Chan (Will not be available until 3 members have gone)

Lee Know | Lee Minho

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

Han | Han Jisung

Lee Felix

Kim Seungmin

I.N | Yang Jeongin

You’re diving into the unknown now folks, may the odds be ever in your favor.

But there is a subtle (or not) hint about what you’re going to be diving into.

Remember to refer back to the Voting Rules before you vote!

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freedom-shamrock · 6 years

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BAMF Mari #4 - Chat Ice

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Adrien spent most of the morning in a heightened state of awareness (or possibly a-Mari-ness), more focused on the amazing girl behind him than his teachers. His elevated sense of smell picked up her warm homey scent, fluctuating in strength as the room's air circulated. His sensitive ears caught each breath, each whispered aside to Alya, and the alternating sounds of her taking notes on her tablet and sketching designs. Whatever she'd been inspired to do during physics was sure to be brilliant.

Madam Mendeleiv called on him, probably noticing his lack of notes and glazed appearance. Fortunately, he was good at physics on the fly. Between in-class Chat naps and modeling mayhem, he was able to look at the notations on the board and pair it appropriately with her question for an accurate answer.

"How do you do that, dude?" Nino asked quietly, as the class shifted to work on the day's experiment. "You've been completely out of it today, but you get asked a physics question and blamo, you're on your game."

Adrien smiled and shrugged, appreciating the compliment. "Force of habit. I'm tired in class often enough that I can pick up the cues I need."

Nino frowned. "And what's up with you today? I'm not getting a tired vibe off you. It's like you're scattered, which is a totally not-Adrien way to be."

Adrien let out a huff of air, half a laugh, really. "That's a surprisingly accurate assessment."

"You okay?" Nino's hand settled lightly on Adrien's shoulder, giving him a little squeeze.

Adrien nodded. "I kind of had a revelation yesterday, and I just need to sort some things out."

"Good stuff, or bad?"

"Good, I think." He managed to focus during the work portion of the class. He was finally feeling more like himself again, for the first time since yesterday afternoon.

As they were cleaning up, Marinette appeared out of nowhere (or it felt like it, anyway), and leaned on the boys' table. He may have startled with a squeak.

"Sorry Adrien," she said, smiling brightly.

He waved off her apology.

"My boy's a bit off his game today," Nino explained. "You'll have to forgive him."

She looked surprised. "So the brain reboot didn't work for you?"

Nope. The relative calm he'd achieved was gone. See ya. Goodbye. He shook his head and shrugged, hoping to avoid any spontaneous proposals and foaming at the mouth.

"Well I have a surefire fix," Marinette said, holding up one finger, her eyes bright and virtually sparkling.

"Caffries and pasteine?" Adrien asked. "Caffeine. Pastries."

Giggling, she shook her head. "Who's up for my uncle's famous soup? Mama and I made a big pot last night, so there's plenty to share."

"Sifu Wang's Marinette Soup?" Adrien asked, warmth filling him at the invitation, though she was so friendly it was hardly unusual. It just felt more significant for some reason. "I'm yes! Uh, in." He glanced over at his friend.

"Oh, no can do, dudes," Nino said, holding out his hands. "I'd love to join you, but me and Al are going to go pick up some special order vinyl."

"Is that the import stuff you've been waiting for?" Marinette asked. She was so nice, supporting everyone's interests, and keeping in the loop on them.

"Yeah," Nino nodded enthusiastically. "The Minnesota musician set has finally arrived, and I'm looking forward to introducing you all to Atmosphere and Dessa."

"Carry on, then," Marinette said airily. "More soup for me and Adrien."

"Great!" Adrien blurted, feeling the heat return to his face as he realized how doomed he was. There was no way to politely excuse himself from a solo lunch experience (dare he dream, lunch date?) with this girl who had fried all his synapses. He moved to pack up his things, knocking his text book off the table in a fit of extreme clumsiness.

" Dude ," Nino said slowly, marveling at the Messdrien he'd become. "Do you need to go home or something?" His eyes moved from Marinette, cheerily scooping up the dropped book and presenting it as though it were something marvelous she'd gone on a quest for.

"Ta-da!" She tucked it into Adrien's bag. "Don't worry, Neen," she assured him. "I'll take good care of your best bro."

Of course that was the moment a soft wheezing whine filled the air, and Adrien realized it had come from him. And now all three of his close friends were staring at him. "Uh… soup?" He patted his stomach. "The hungry… hunger… from you… your words." Oh god this was terrible. "Is much."

Marinette nodded decisively. "Much hunger," she agreed, looping his arm with hers. "To soup!" she declared, her hand outstretched as she tugged him along with her.

They had made it all the way to the sidewalk before she spoke again. "I don't want you to feel weird or anything," she said quietly as she brought him to the crosswalk. "You seem to be having trouble getting your thoughts and your mouth to work together."

Oh tiny god of destruction, just cataclysm him now.

"Oh no, don't feel bad," she said quickly as the red came up in his cheeks again. "I wanted to let you know that I understand. I mean…" She shrugged. "It happens to me often enough. I just wanted you to know you don't have to feel awkward about it."

"Awkwardrien," he said, managing to giggle at the portmanteau he'd made.

Her laughter joined his. "Oh dear. And I made it weird now. Does that make me Awkwardnette?"

"Doesn't flow." He shook his head. Two word responses were good. If he could stick to those he'd be fine.

They were nearly to the bakery when he realized her hand had snuggled in against his palm, her fingers lightly brushing his. The sidewalk was surprisingly hard when he wasn't in his cat suit, and he had no memory of getting there.

"OhmygodAdrien," Marinette said, the words high pitched and squashed together as she nearly came down on top of him. She shook his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

He pushed himself to his knees, but that stung, so he moved to sit. His hands were okay, but he'd torn a hole in his right knee, and there was blood welling up to seep into the fabric. "Well that's shitty luck," he said, surprised that he'd managed to get four words out in a row.

Marinette winced in sympathy. "Oooh. That looks like it smarts." She resettled her messenger bag, pushing it further back. Then, for the second time in two days, his tiny sweet friend squatted down and scooped him up like he weighed nothing.

"Eep!" His arms curled in again, and it was all he could do to keep his hands from doing the same. He stared, wide-eyed, into her face (now much closer than it had been when they were walking).

"Don't worry," she said calmly. "I've got you. We'll get you patched up, then you can have some soup."

He was sure she would set him down the moment they got inside, but she didn't. He heard her greet her parents, and peripherally heard them respond, but his awareness had mostly shrunk to the tiny bubble of personal space around him and the girl effortlessly carrying him up the stairs.

For a brief moment, he was pressed between her and the door, and he thought he might pass out, but then the door swung in and she was moving into the apartment. She settled him gently on the couch.

She bent to look at his knee for a moment. "Take off your pants." She straightened up.

He made that noise again. That wheezing whining sound. He clapped a hand over his mouth as he was certain his entire body blushed with embarrassment.

"Oops." She giggled. "Sorry for demanding you strip. Here, you can drape this over your lap, if it makes you more comfortable." She offered him a soft loose knit afghan. "But I can't treat your knee or repair your jeans if you're wearing them."

"I'mnotbodyshy!" he blurted. Hurray. Four words mashed into one unintelligible mess. To be fair, he really wasn't. He'd been changing in front of other people for years. There were probably hundreds of people who'd seen him in his underwear. Though suddenly, the idea of Marinette seeing him in his designer bikini briefs made him a smidge nervous. Or more than a smidge. "Am not ," he insisted, surprised at how petulant he sounded.

"Okay, then," she said slowly. "Don't cover up, if you don't want to." She patted his cheek. "I'm going upstairs to grab the first aid kit and my repair box. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

He huffed and pouted a little once her back was turned, but the moment she was out of the room, he wriggled out of his jeans. The blanket was soft, and he couldn't help burrowing his fingers into it and squeezing. For some reason, it calmed him. Still squishing up the blanket, he brought it up to his face and closed his eyes. It smelled like her house. Like her. Warm. Safe. When he heard the soft patting of her feet, he dropped his hands and the blanket into his lap.

"Does that help?" she asked, sitting at his feet and tugging the zipper of a little blue pouch.

"Huh?" He looked down at his hands when she gestured to them, wrapped in the blanket. "Oh. Sorry." He forced his hands to release the blanket, smoothing it out.

"It's okay," she insisted. "It seemed to be soothing you. Like a fidget." She shrugged. "It reminded me of the way cats knead things." She looked contemplative for a moment. "Though I think they do it when they're happy, and this is not a happy knee."

Cats knead. Of course. He was going to have words with Plagg. He watched as she bent over his knee to clean it. She was so much gentler than anyone who'd ever given him first aid, including himself. A daub of ointment and she was easing a gauze pad against the scrapes.

"We should be careful you don't scar," she said as she ripped off a strip of paper tape. "Don't want to piss off your father." She sat back to admire her work.

"Thanks you," he murmured.

"Not quite done," she said. "There's one thing all boo boos need." She leaned in quickly and planted a soft kiss on the top of his knee. "There. All better."

"Meep!" He squeaked and pulled the blanket over his head.

Cat Ice - thin sheet of ice concealed under water (deceptively slippery)

My cold is retreating! Forth Eorlingas! Secure the keep! Though I sound a bit like Flutterguy at the moment.

Tagging @frostymoon11 and @starfirette as promised for the continuation.

#Miraculous Ladybug #fanfic #my writing #BAMF Mari #mlfluffiction

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