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rummels · 2 months

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weight on my shoulders

relationships: platonic Reader & Chan & Changbin word count: ~2300 warnings: none tags: fluff, platonic intimacy, gender neutral reader summary: You're in a weird and uncomfortable headspace, your friends and flatmates Chan and Changbin help you with lots of soft affection and understanding.

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You quietly plod into the living room, your feet hidden in thick fluffy socks causing you to sneak up to the couch unnoticed. Your frame is completely concealed by an oversized hoodie that reaches down to the middle of your thighs, tickling the back of your bare legs a bit when you stop a short distance away. You’re not sure if you like the feeling, it feels a bit like tiny zips of static prickle against your skin where the fabric brushes against you just the tiniest bit. It causes you to frown, huffing a tiny breath out of your nose. Everything feels a bit…off. The figure sitting on the couch hadn’t noticed you until now, engrossed in some TV show or movie, but the quiet noise makes the man look over to you.

“Hey,” Chan says softly, a warm smile tugging on his lips.

“I didn’t even notice you coming in. You wanna join me?”

He pats the space next to him in invitation, raising his eyebrows slightly in question and rearranging his position a bit so his legs are not stretched out across the couch. You tilt your head in a curious gesture and nod slightly, shuffling over and plomping yourself into the newly vacated spot, immediately leaning into Chan’s side. It’s not uncommon for you to seek out physical contact with your best friend and flatmate, the both of you sharing and enjoying skinship in a very loving yet platonic way.

It’s quiet for several minutes, Chan again taken in by whatever is shown on TV. You couldn’t care less, your brain going both zero and a thousand miles per minute, leaving you feeling a little overwhelmed and disoriented, not really knowing what to do with yourself while thoughts zip around in your head without you really being able to grab onto a single one of them. Chan’s hand unconsciously wanders across the back of the couch to you, his fingertips starting to slowly comb through the hair at your neck. You let out a low hum and close your eyes. This is nice. Somehow grounding. Just the tiniest bit, you push your head against the touch to encourage it and let Chan know to not stop his ministrations. He looks over to you again.

“Are you okay?” He looks a bit concerned. Usually you’re much more talkative, especially after a long day at work, wanting to share whatever annoyed or excited you that day or simply let out your annoyance about some frustrating project or other. Your brain rambles at you from the moment you wake up and simply letting your thoughts out and sharing them is often very relaxing to you, especially when you don’t have to be worried about being written off as an annoying chatterbox. Which you never have to worry about with Chan. Never had to, actually. So your continued silence is definitely raising some worries in your attentive friend.

You look at him, obviously giving the answer some thought before you scrunch your nose up and nod-shake your head in a definitely a little weird display of uncertainty. Immediately, Chan tunes in on you more, his whole body angling towards you a bit more while he studies your face.

“Did something happen?”

You shake your head no.

“Are you having a bad day?”

You shake your head again.

“Hm…are you getting sick?”

Again, a definite no, you shake your head.

“So simply a bad day maybe?”

You begin to negate that too when he hastily adds “You know that would be okay too, yeah? You can have a bad day without any reason and it’s still okay and valid. Some days are just fucked.”

A small grin sneaks onto your face, knowing he is about to quote one of those silly motivational Tiktoks you both send each other sometimes. He grins back, relieved at seeing your reaction.

“And there’s no way to unfuck them. Try again tomorrow,” he says and can’t stop himself from giggling a bit before ruffling your hair affectionately. You clear your throat, it feeling a bit scratchy after actually being silent for quite some time – you hadn’t even consciously realized that until now.

“Don’t worry, I’m not feeling bad, I’m just –“ You try to find the right words, frowning a bit, “-off? I don’t know,” you trail off, hoping he might understand. You yourself are not even able to understand it but Chan is smart, he gets people. And maybe he understands. Even if not, you know you don’t have to worry, he will simply accept it and will not try to force something out of you just for the sake of his own peace of mind.

You are proven right when he softly nods his head, his eyes deep in thought until he snaps back to you and gifts you one of his blinding smiles. “Come here, babygirl,” he says while pulling you over and manhandling you into a cuddling position against his side, halfway in his lap, his hands again finding themselves in your hair again. You make a little squawking noise at the pet name but your weird aversion to speaking right now is definitely not helping your protest. Factor in that Chan knows how much you actually secretly like the term of endearment? You’ve got no ground to stand on. The voices in your head have just started to discuss if this is something to be happy or disgruntled about when you feel his fingernails scratch against your scalp and you think you could start purring like a fucking cat any second now. Fuck this. There’s no snark left in you right now to defend yourself and you actually start to feel a tiny bit more like yourself so why bother?

Chan goes back to watching his show while holding you against himself, switching between softly combing through your hair with his fingers and giving you head scritches. You feel weirdly small, which seems a bit ridiculous to you considering you’re actually exactly the same height as him and also not exactly small in any other way. But it’s so nice, you melt more and more into him, your eyes drifting shut every now and then until your weird brain swirls manage to drag you up again.

By the time the front door opens and closes again, it has turned dark outside and Chan perks up, looking over the back of the couch towards the hallway.

“YA!” A shout echoes through the apartment, announcing the arrival of Changbin as he throws his backpack somewhere into the hallway.

You flinch at the sudden noise, also moving your head a bit but Chan suddenly has a rather firm grip in your hair and keeps you in place. Eyes widening, you feel like your pulse is suddenly going down in a very relaxing way. What the hell? The effect is too nice to fight against though, so you decide to go with it and stay where you are. Maybe Chan really does know best. Your own brain definitely doesn’t feel like it’s able to deal with any responsibilities and decisions right now.

“Tone it down, Binnie.” Chan’s voice vibrates against the side of your face. Huh, when did you slide all the way over to rest your face against his chest? You instinctively try to perk up again in surprise, you’ve also started to develop a bit of crick in the upper part of your back from the position you were in. This time Chan lets you but keeps his hand at the back of your neck which you are weirdly thankful for. Changbin chooses that moment to stick his head into the room and, seeing the two of you cuddled up on the couch, wiggles his eyebrows in a suggestive manner while smirking like the little gremlin he sometimes tends to be.

“You’re trying to win them over while I’m not home? Unfair business, Christopher,” he playfully scolds Chan and again you manage to smile. Yay, an emotion!

The two of them like to put up a whole charade of pretending to heroically and dramatically trying to win your heart over, each trying to ‘win’ against the other. All three of you are very much aware of the fact that this is all a game. You love them both to bits, would probably gladly cut off your own hand for them if the situation demanded it. But you’re also all very safe in the knowledge that nothing sexual would ever come into your relationship. Between you preaching about open and honest communication, Chan’s will to provide and care and give love and Changbin’s absolute lack of any kind of shame or reservations when it comes to feelings and affection, the three of you have created a very nurturing and loving environment in your shared apartment.

Chan’s chuckle is audible next to you before he speaks. “No wooing today, I’m just trying to cuddle y/n’s brain into submission because we’re feeling a bit weird today,” he explains, his thumb rubbing small circles into the soft skin under your ear while his hand lays on your neck.

“Oh no, do we have a scrambled brain today?” Changbin sits down next to you on the couch and leans closer, peering into your face like it may just give him all the answers on its own. You nod and pull a frowny face.

“They don’t like to talk right now.” Chan lets you out of his arms as you reach over for Changbin, going to lean your forehead against his big shoulder. But he reaches down and cups your face in his hands, holding it and looking at you while obviously thinking something over.

“Can I try something?” he ends up asking. “It might help but you need to tell me if you feel uncomfortable with it today, you know I will not be mad if you do, right?”

Having no clue which brilliant idea he has cooked up underneath those fluffy curls, you nod your head in agreement. You don’t need to worry, that much you definitely know.

Changbin hurries to shoo Chan off the couch and pushes you down with sure hands until you’re fully laying down. You only manage to look up at him for a couple of seconds before he is once again pulling and pushing at you until you end up on your stomach. He also tugs at your hoodie a bit until it doesn’t form any big creases against your body anymore and then you feel a warm hand at the small of your back.

“I will lay down on top of you now, is that okay?”, he asks softly and you feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. Yes. That would be perfect actually. Suddenly the fact that he’s not already settled on top of you seems almost cruel to you and you wiggle around a bit, nodding your head in clear agreement and permission.

He can’t help but poke your butt – of course he can’t – before crawling over you and then slowly letting all of his weight push down against you. You let out a small grunt of contentment, the air getting pushed out of your lungs and you feel like your bones turn into liquid. Perfect. This is exactly what you needed. Like putting on 3D glasses in the cinema, two separate yet connected, overlayered parts of yourself seem to finally slot together and begin to form a coherent version of yourself again. Changbin moves around a tiny bit still, finding the perfect spot and position to rest in while you turn your head to the side, peering into the dimly lit living room, your eyelids fluttering a bit.

Chan moves into your field of vision and crouches down to be at eye level with you. He’s got his signature ‘proud loving parent’ smile on and usually you would tease him for it – to hide how much you absolutely love get looked at like that – but right now it’s perfect for your mushy brain. He reaches out and tugs a bit on your hood.

“Would you like to put that on?”

You feel even less like talking right now, your body and mind almost like molasses. It’s a sweet, heady feeling and you smile, blinking slowly once and hoping he understands. He cocks his head to the side and raises an amused eyebrow.

“Is that a yes?”

You give a slow long blink again, probably smiling like an idiot. He chuckles and reaches over, slipping your hood over your head and arranging it in a way that makes you peek out of it like a little ferret out of its den. The fact that they know you so well, aware that you like to have your hearing muffled sometimes, feeling safe inside your hoodie, makes you so happy that you give another slow blink while contently scrunching up your nose with a smile. Chan boops it with his finger and stands up.

“You okay down there?”, you hear Changbin checking in from somewhere on top of you and you give a tiny wiggle so as to not accidentally throw him off of you but still answer his question ….somehow.

“Perfect. Just let me know when I should get up again, please don’t just yeet me off when it gets to be too much, alright?”

You wiggle again, completely settling in now and closing your eyes. Your head is not quiet, it never is when you’re awake. But right now there’s only a soft song buzzing in the back of your mind – you probably heard it somewhere on your way home – while you think about the new movie that’s running in the cinemas and you wanted to go to with both Chan and Changbin, your mind switching over to remember the time you all went to Changbin’s problematic cousin’s birthday party last month to crash it as a fake throuple, nearly sending the whole conservative side of his family into a collapse. Also there’s this brownie recipe Felix shared with you, maybe you’re gonna try that out tomorrow…

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spaghettibaseddreams · 11 months

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What remains of family Hwang part 1

a stray kids fanfiction inspired by the game "What remains of Edith Finch"

Description: Chan is a producer living in Melbourne that's currently suffering from a serious case of writers block. He stumbles upon an antique shop where he finds a journal and a key, these two objects send him off on a trip where he learns the unfortunate history of family Hwang.

(Readers can insert themselves as the character "Jin" who isn't decribed physically and are referred to by they/them pronouns, also I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes that I am bound to make.)

Chan would describe himself as quite a hardworker, he doesn't like procrastinating and wants to get things done days ahead so he doesn't have to worry about them later.

He's also quite good at what he does if he may so humbly add, so why in the name of god can he not come up with this beat? Sure he had started a few times but those were scrapped so fast since they felt so half-assed and Chan knows he can do better than that. The man swears that he can actively feel grey hairs appearing, not that they would be there for long since at this point he is so close to ripping it all off of his scalp.

"All right, enough!" He yells out in defeat, his voice ringing througout the walls of his home studio. He gets up from his shackles in the disguise of a comforting chair and stomps on out of the room, any longer in there and he might just stress cry and once he gets to that point his label can forget about the song.

He decides to have a nice, relaxing walk through the city, breathe in some of that totally fresh air. The sun shines brightly and very unwelcomingly for people whose wardrobe consists of various shades of black like Chans, curse him for thinking that nature would be kind to him. After strolling about for some time it starts to get way to hot to function and Chan is nowhere near his home, in search for his precious a/c he spots an antique shop which he deems good enough for his safe spot.

ringing of a bell sounds throughout the small shop signaling whoever works here that a customer has entered. The place is cluttered with dusty trinkets that vary in sizes, some shiny, some rusty, some a bit cracked and broken, all of them worn out by time.

While it all looks so messy and the dust is starting to tickle chan's nose, in some strange way he finds it comforting. What stories do these objects hold? What were the people that owned them like? How did their things end up here and would they be happy with it?

As he wonders all of this, walking around the shop he locks eyes with a book and a key next to it. Coming closer he reads whats written on the covers, "Hwang Jin".

"That's who the journal belonged to."

Chan jumps at the frail voice coming from behind him, his eyes meet a pair of dark glassy ones. "Hello dear, I'm Jasmir. Me and my husband own this lovely shop, if you need any help or questions please do ask."

The woman smiling up at him is an older lady with wrinkled tan skin and greyed hair covered with a shawl. Chan returns the smile and asks about the journal, "it was given away alongside that key by who we assume is a relative of the author, It's not exactly an antique but we still decided to keep it."

Returning his eyes back at the book he takes it into his hands, draging his thumb along the leather binder and rereading the name of the previous owner before taking a look at the key.

He thinks for a moment before nodding and turning towards Jasmir. "I'd like to buy the journal and the key."

after that transaction he heads home, this might help him with his writers block and even if it doesn't it should still be interesting to read traces of another persons life.

Once inside his home he sits at the sofa secured in his living room, setting the key at the coffee table and opening up the journal.

The first page starts with a dedication: "to my dear little brother Jeongin, remember you're not alone and that the people I've written about in this book are watching over you."

Small doodles can be spotted in the right corner of the page bringing a smile onto Chans face as he continues, flipping onto the next and being met with a family tree spanning throughout the two pages.

"The Hwangs"

Small portraits expand along the branches together with names and years that they were all born and died at, all except the two at the very top.

Jin 1985 - 2007

Jeongin 1990 -

This intrigued Chan, what happened to those two? Jin seems to have a death date but why was it scribbled over? And Jeongin could still be alive and well, how interesting.

Chan was stuck on this page for a while thinking of all the possibilities while also taking in the other family members, some of them died quite young. All of those faces smiling at him, drawn or not started to creep him out a little bit so he went to the next page.

On the right page there was text and on the left a detailed drawing of a big house, it appears as if they just kept building up giving the house an unsafe looking tower. Under the drawing was an adress, prompting Chan to get his laptop and search it.

it came up on google with pictures of the actual house which greatly resembled the drawing found in the journal, with the photos along came news articles on the family that lived there. Yet again he was met with the same family name "Hwang" as if haunting him, his eyes still stuck on the photos of the house.

it's located on French Island and no one currently lives there, last person that did was an old man named Hyunjin in the year 2000. After him it was abandoned, some people want it to be taken down since it's scaring children and tourists and they deem it unsafe, just waiting for it to fall apart.

There are also some other people that want it to stay untouched, claiming that the family which once lived there and the house itself mean a lot to them. While eccentric they were friends, they were welcoming and a big part of the community, without the house it wouldn't be the same and the memories it holds would be teared down as well.

Now a sane person after learning everything he just did would think "neat" and move on, but chan is currently not feeling all too sane and is instead finding milions of excuses as to why is would be a good idea to go there.

Like how he works from home so he doesn't need to worry about missing his work, or how this could possibly ressurect him from his mind numbing writers block.

And so he decides that, yes. He should totaly go to that house and posibly commit breaking and entering… Chan shakes his head at that thought. "it's not breaking and entering, I have the key."

With his head spinning in thought, Chan packs his duffel bag as if he's going on a lovely little camping trip and not losing his mind. Which he's not! Chan is just fine and only doing research on a very unique Korean-Australian family, his parents would be proud of their child for taking interest in something like that if they knew what he was up to. Totally.

And once he's ready, Chan gets behind the wheel of his rustic car and mentally prepares himself for a two and a half hour drive... "This is fine, it's for research." he reasures the angels on his shoulder, before the little demons fully take over.

The end, for now

next chapter

That's it for the first chapter, a bit short I know but they should get longer as we get more into the story. All in all I'm happy with his it came out, I hope you've enjoyed it too.

Also fun fact Christopher is the name of Edith jr's son (Edith is the main character in the game)

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blackhairandbangs · 4 months

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That's What Friends Are For

Seo Changbin x Reader

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word count: 2.8K

genre: smut smut!! but its a little fluffy in the beginning

summary: you head to the studio to return bestfriend!changbin's hoodie and end up talking a bit about your friendship

warnings: smut! minors DNI, oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (don’t do it!) maybe a little choking? Reader is called “baby”, “baby girl”, and “bunny” Let me know if I’m missing anything!

a/n: this is currently unedited... i was too excited to post this and haven't given it a second look-through yet.

reblogs are MORE than appreciated <3

You and Changbin had been friends for years. Chan had introduced the two of you just pre-debut and you both had been inseparable since. From late nights over at his dorm, to early mornings at the studio, he just seemed to get you in a way you others didn’t.

Him and Chan were spending another evening in the studio, finishing up songs for the next comeback. The booming of bass flooded out as you opened the soundproof door.

“Hey,” you started to speak, giving the boy a small wave. “Hope I’m not interrupting, Binnie, you left your hoodie at my place last night and I know how cold the studio can get so I figured I would come run it by.” You saw the blush fall on his cheeks as you walked over to where he sat at the mixing table to hand him his tan hoodie. Truthfully, you had planned on stealing the hoodie, wearing it around the house, but you two were just friends and that didn’t seem like the appropriate “friend” action. A good friend would wash the hoodie, fold it up nice, and bring it to the owner’s place of employment, right?

“Oh my goodness, you are so thoughtful, thank you!” He takes the hoodie, slipping it over his broad shoulders. “Come have a seat! I was just finishing up this new mix before Chan gets back.” You nod your head, happy to have a chance to hang out with your friend. You loved watching him work. Something about the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was deep in thought, the way his hair would get ruffled underneath the booth headphones, the way he would bite his lip trying to get the audio effects just right, the way he… But all of the things you noticed couldn’t be anything more than platonic… You just loved to see your friend passionate about the things he enjoys and is good at. All friends love to see that!

“Do you want to hear a bit?” Changbin asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. You whip your head to look at him, taking the headphones he held out in his hands.

You give him a sincere smile, “I would love to.”

He leans over the table, pressing a few buttons before leaning back in his chair to get a clear view of your reactions. You get engulfed by the sound, taping your hand on your leg as the beat carries.

“Oh my God, Binnie, this is amazing!” You say, removing the headphones as the cut comes to an end. “My best friend has to be the most talented person in the world.”

Changbin gives a shy laugh at your praise. He is so grateful you enjoy his work, but the word “friend” hits him in his heart every time you say it. “I’m glad you like it,” He tries to hide his disappointment with a smile, just happy to have you here with him, even if it’s not in the way he wants.

“How has everything been going for you today?” he continues. You two saw each other the night before but were used to talking multiple times a day. However, his studio schedule left him with no free time to do so all day.

“Oh you know, the usual,” You start. You look down at your lap, twiddling your thumbs a bit. “Just another failed date, I really need to get off these apps.” You give a small chuckle, hoping to move on from the topic. You had met a really nice guy through one of the many dating apps on your phone and had planned to meet for coffee earlier in the day. You waited at the shop for an hour before realizing he was not planning on showing up and went home where you threw yourself on the couch until you could muster the strength to get up and bring Changbin his hoodie.

“I told you, you need to try meeting people in different ways!” He laughs. This was a conversation you two had often. You would constantly complain about all of your failed dating app dates. The dates you went on to clear your mind of the crush you had on your best friend. Your best friend would then suggest you meet people in person rather than on your phone. “Maybe you can find dates through hobbies, or maybe your friends?”

You give a small laugh before leaning closer to him. “You know, thats not a bad idea…have any friends I can date?” The question wasn’t serious, just a little joke to get a reaction out of him. You knew you didn’t want any of his friends, just him.

Changbin laughs, scratching the back of his head. “Well, there’s me-” he starts before realizing what he was saying, “and Chan, of course.” His original comment was muffled and flew right over your head. “But, I don’t think you want to date Chan, hes practically married to that sound booth,” he says, gesturing to the open booth in front of the desk you two sat at.

“Hmm… I don’t know, Chan is pretty cute…” You tease, avoiding eye contact with Changbin. What were you doing? Sure, Chan was good looking, but definitely not who you have been pining after. Actually, the guy you were into was sitting right next to you and you just told him you found his friend cute!

“Oh come on, I am not allowing you to date Chan,” Changbin says, playfully hitting your arm.

“Ow!” you laugh, rubbing where he hit, even though it wasn’t even close to actually being in pain. “I’m only joking, Binnie.” You take the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder, the contact making your ears hot. “Besides, I’d choose you over Chan any day.”

Changbin moves his shoulder so you pull your head up to look at him. He gives a small smirk, “Oh, really? Hm, well you know I’d have to think about that,” he says to tease you. He wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but he was having a hard time keeping his feelings in tonight. He lets himself come back to the moment, remembering who you are. “You’re quite interesting, but our friendship will always come first,” he says, hoping you couldn't read the sadness in his eyes.

“Right,” you speak quickly, looking away, leaning back to your chair. The space between you grew back to what it should have been. “And we are really good friends.”

“Yes we are, and I am so happy about it,” He gives a fake smile and places his hand on your knee. “You’re really special to me…” his voice trails of as he sees the blush growing across your face. He rolls his chair closer to you reaching his other hand out to gently cup your cheek.

“I might have been teasing you earlier about Chan, but I mean it when I say you’re special to me. I..I like you, you know?”

Your blush goes deeper, feeling his warm hand on your face. Sure, you two had spent many nights cuddles up watching a movie, but something about this contact felt different. It felt intimate.

“Binnie, please don’t play with me like this…” You look down, not wanting to show the disappointment in your eyes. “You like me as a friend, right?

Changbin turns his head the other way, pulling himself away from you. “Yeah,” he nods, “As a friend, I promise. I’m just messing with you,” he says, trying to cover his tracks, hoping none of this is making you uncomfortable. “Friends do that, right?” He asks, turning his attention back to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you into almost a sort of side hug.

You give a small laugh, “Yeah, totally! Friends can do a lot of things.”

He releases his arm from you, meeting your eyes. “And what kind of things can friends do?”

You look down once again to hide the color of your cheeks, which you are almost certain are about as red as a tomato at this point. “Oh you know…” you trail off, trying to think of an answer. “Friends can cuddle, and…” you don’t allow yourself to finish the thought, feeling the tension sitting in the air.

Changbin leans in, placing a small kiss on the top of your head, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “Well then, friend,” he says, placing an emphasis on that last word, “How about we cuddle for a bit? I could use a break from this song.” He pats his lap, motioning for you to come over. Without hesitation, you are straddling his lap, head resting in the crook of his neck.

He smiles softly, feeling your warmth against him. “Good friends,” he sighs, reaching a hand to stroke your hair. “I’d say we make quite the comfortable pair.”

None of this was feeling real to you, you had to bring yourself back to reality. You lift your head from his shoulder, “How much is left to finish on the song?”

He gives a small chuckle, feeling your breath on his neck. “Oh not much, actually. We’re almost done, just a few more lines,” he starts to rock you gently, feeling your hearts beat in sync.

“That’s good,” you reply, looking up and leaning close to him. “Binnie, just out of curiosity, is there anything else you think close friends could do?” You run a hand through his hair, loosing control of your brain. The words came out without a thought.

Changbin’s heart races slightly over the close proximity and your question.

“Well, good friends can share secrets, and support each other…” he trails off feeling the warm breath of your lips above his. “But were just friends, remember”

You look him up and down, “Binnie, if we’re just friends, why can I practically feel your heart jumping out of your chest right now?” You let yourself be bold, knowing you need him in ways he will never understand.

He swallows hard, unable to meet your eyes. “Friends…um friends…do that…we’re um…just really good…” He struggles to get the words out, reaching out to touch the side of your face.

You decide to just go for it, letting all rationality leave your brain. Your hand comes up to grab his chin, turning his head to look at you. “Now, as a good friend, does this do anything to you?” you ask, practically feeling the heat of his cheeks radiating into the air.

His breath hitches, your faces inches apart. “Well, um… a good friend might be curious about the feelings of another close friend.”

“I think this good friend has maybe had strong feelings for the other good friend, bit was too scared to ruin anything.” His heart races even more, wanting nothing more than to say the words he has been waiting to say for years now.

“A good friend might have those sorts of feelings too…maybe..” You cut him off before he could finish, finally bringing your faces together, letting yourself lean into the kiss, your arms snaking around his neck.

Changbin moans softly into the kiss, gripping your hips as he leans back in the chair, allowing himself to be pinned against it by your weight. He pulls away momentarily, looking you up and down.

“Your lips, feel so soft against mine, I’ve always wanted to taste them.” A shiver sends through your body, feeling his grip tighten on your hips, leaning in to take more of his lips in yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Changbin’s tongue sweeps against your lips gently, begging for entry as he deepens the kiss. He is completely lost in the moment, his mind blanketed by the desire to have all of you.

Your lips part, allowing him access inside. A small moan leaves your throat as the kiss intensifies. You pull away for air, your mouth still lingering close.

“Baby, when was Chan supposed to get back?”

“Not for another hour at least,” he starts, peppering your neck with kisses as you through your head back. “He had some things to take care of.”

“Perfect,” you lean in to take him into another string kiss, this one feeling different. It lingered with lust and need.

He pulls your hips closer, his tongue gliding against yours. A small whimper escapes the back of his throat as his hands travel up and down your back. You grind softly against him, feeling his hard grow underneath you.

“Fuck, yes…” he moans, kissing every part of your lips, down to your jawline and neck. He growls low in his throat as his hand moves down to grab your ass. “Tell me what you want, baby”

You moan, continuing to grind your hips, wanting to feel more. “Anything please, I just want you.”

He takes this as an invite to stand up. You allow your legs to wrap around his waist as he carries you to lean against the back wall.

“Binnie,” you whimper, feeling the contact of your head against the wall.

“Fuck, that name,” Changbin breaths out, his hands exploring every inch of you. He tugs on the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms, allowing him to take it off in one swift motion.

“You are so fucking sexy like this. All needy for me,” He starts to speak, lowering himself to his knees as his hands grip your thighs.

“Binnie, please” you moan out, desperate for his touch. He takes this as an invitation to swiftly remove your pants, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties.

“Let Binnie make you feel good, baby” He says, brushing against your sensitive folds, pushing your underwear aside to leave kisses on your clit. He licks a stripe down you before inserting a finger inside of you, thrusting with precision.

Your head hits the wall as you moan. “Fuck, how are you so good at this?” Your words come out as jumbles as he continues to please you.

“Come on, baby. I’m not stopping until you cum all over my fingers,” Changbin murmurs, picking up the pace of his fingers inside you, working you up to the edge.

Your hands reach down to grip his hair, feeling more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.

“Go ahead, cum for me baby. Let it all go,” he whispers against your clit, sending your legs shaking above him. He feels your walls clench around his fingers and presses his mouth against your clit one last time before standing up and sucking everything off his fingers. His breathing is ragged as he watches you come down from your high.

“Fuck, youre incredible, bunny.” You pull him into a needy kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips. Changbin hums into the kiss, running up and down your back as he holds you close, “I could do this all night.”

“Please,” you whine, “Binnie, I need you to fill me up.” He laughs, picking you up and throwing you down on the couch that lays in the back corner of the studio. Changbin gets on top of you, leaning down for his tongue to invade your mouth once more. Your hands reach down to tug on the waist band of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss slowly. You nod your head, looking at him, the hunger in his eyes making you flutter. He takes his cock in his hands lining up with your entrance before pushing himself in slowly.

“Tell me when I can move, baby”

“Please, Binnie, I need you,” You whimper, needing to feel him take all of you. With a hum, he starts a steady pace, hitting every spot inside of you. You throw your head back in pleasure, moaning out his name, his cock hitting places you never even knew about.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, you feel so good,” He whines, reaching a hand up to snake around your neck, squeezing gently. “Come on baby, cum for me, you can do it.”

You feel your stomach tighten as you reach your high, trying to use your hand to muffle your screams, remembering where you two were. You clench around him as his body shudders in pleasure as his seed fills you up completely. He reaches down, planting kisses down your neck, not yet pulling out from inside of you.

You speak out, breathless between kisses, “You should probably finish that song before Chan gets back…”

“Mhm..,” he hums, pulling out and sitting up on the couch, his breathing finally stable. “Come here, baby girl,” he says as he pulls you up into his arms, nuzzling his nose against your hair. “You’re amazing.”

Your head falls in the crook of his neck, taking in everything that just happened.

“I take it we’re not good friends anymore, huh?” you ask, giving him a small laugh and placing a kiss on his cheek.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before returning a giggle to your question. “Definitely not,” His voice is soft as he leans your foreheads together. “You're mine now, and I promise I’m never letting you go.”

A/N: there ya go! this was my first time writing smut in years so I do hope this turned out okay! my requests and asks are open if anyone wanted to pop some hot takes, suggestions, comments or anything else you may want to say. Thank you for coming along with me as I finally return from my 3 year long fanfic hiatus. Happy Holidays guys!

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Stray Love Haven Series Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: MLM/MLF Short Summary: A Stray Kids Kink Book with 31 Days' worth of plot

Time Out Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Bangchan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Two idiots in love who couldn't tell the difference between platonic pet names and romantic pet names

Silent Cry Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Angst Pairing: Stray Kids Ot8/Gender Neutral! Reader Short Summary: You had a rough day, wanting nothing more than to sob your heart out alone but what if the eight men in your life felt it

Monster Under My Bed Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Tentacle Monster/Bang Chan/Lee Felix Short Summary: Stress was catching up to Chan and he wanted to relieve himself, somehow tentacles joined the mix and so did Felix

Phobia Genre: Angst|Psychopath AU|Flash Fic Pairing: Stray Kids Ot8/Fem! Reader Short Summary: You had a crush on Chan but your best friend Minho seems to disprove your liking. A night out of clubbing, swirled into weeks of terror.

My Love Genre: Fluff|Romance Pairing: Lee Minho/Han Jisung Short Summary: Minho saw a goddess rush past him, taking his breath away. Only to see the same goddess sit on the swing next to him

Sticky Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Tentacle Plant Monster! Park Jimin/Human! Jeon Jungkook Short Summary: Yoongi kept Jungkook in charge of his wild plant. He warned him about the consequences but Jungkook undermined the warning.

I'm A Charmer Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Stray Kids Song: Venom/Stray Kids Song: Charmer/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Have you ever wondered what it's like to fuck a humanoid version of your favourite song? This is that unhinged fic.

Mini Log Series Genre: Fluff|Ddlg/Mdlg Pairing: Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Domestic scenes of Chanlix and their little. There will be praise, there will be punishments and most importantly, there will be tooth-rotting sweetness.

Check Up Season Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Doctor! Lee Minho/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Medical play with heavy tension. Lee Know wearing glasses and a doctor's coat is very attractive.

Limousine Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: 3Racha/Short Fem! Reader Short Summary: You pissed off Chan so they fucked you behind a moving vehicle and confessed their love.

Winter Flowers Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Fluff Pairing: Kim Seungmin/Lee Minho Short Summary: Getting stuck on a ski lift isn't ideal, especially if you have acrophobia. Enemies to friends to lovers, a 2Min classic.

Mirror Genre: Fix-it Fic|Hurt/Comfort|Angst Pairing: Father! Seo Changbin & Son! Bang Chan Short Summary: Coming out is never easy but imagine coming out to your adult son. Changbin just wants to explain to his child why he divorced his mother and left for ten years.

Monster On My Ceiling Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Tentacle Monster/Lee Minho/Hwang Hyunjin Short Summary: Hyunjin wanted nothing more than to get railed silly by Minho but before anything could've happened. Our tentacle friend from Chanlix's endeavours joins in.

Adore You Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst/Smut Paring: Fem Dom! Reader/Bang Chan/Lee Minho/Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix Short Summary: Hyunjin had a rough day, so you decided to make love until his brain turns fuzzy.

Champagne and Cigarettes Genre: Fluff/Smut/Abo Pairing: Virgin! Reader/Bang Chan Short Summary: Jisung has been courting you for months, you already knew everyone in the pack and tonight's the night you become a pack member. The only problem is that you didn't know what you signed up for.

Sweet Little Unforgettable Thing Genre: Fluff|Smut|Age Regression Short Summary: It's the few days before your actual period where you just want to get railed. You got overwhelmed and ended up slipping into little space. What are your responsible CG's going to do?

Nightfall Genre: Fluff|Hurt/Comfort|Slight Angst|Age Regression Short Summary: Snow covered the backyard, and you wanted to play in it. Nightfall came, and the members promised you could play more the next day but why wait until that morning when you could play while they were asleep?

Sanrio Carnival Sanrio Carnival Visualizer Genre: Fluff|Domestic|Age Regression Short Summary: You were a big fan of Sanrio characters. Varying from the mainstream to the niche. One day, your caregiver bought tickets for the Sanrio Carnival. Tons of prizes were won, and many characters were seen. What did you do? Who did you see?

Monster In My Closet Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Tentacle Monster/Kim Seungmin/Yang Jeongin Short Summary: Seungmin wanted to tease Jeongin into a pile of mush when slick pooled up to his ankles, holding him down.

Threeway To Heaven Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Raves were something your best friends go to frequently and this time they wanted you to join them. Things don't go as planned when you get served a free shot.

Topline Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Fem Dom Leaning! Reader Short Summary: You drove home thinking it was just another day. Hyunjin wanted to try something new to spice things up, who else to ask except his beloved members to help him out?

Teacher's Pet Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Fem! Reader/Lee Minho Short Summary: Mr. Hwang's course has always been a pain in the ass for your GPA so he decides to confront you on it, but you couldn't hold back from snapping at him. Mr. Lee heard the commotion and wanted to lay some advice.

Moral Of The Story Series Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Angst Pairing: OT8! Straykids/Fem! Reader Short Summary: When a poly relationship starts turning cold, with regret, fear, and betrayal tying the strings of fate.

I Need You Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Fem! Reader/Lee Felix Short Summary: Dance practice ended early and Felix had pent up energy. Carving is a strong emotion to deny when it comes to handsome men who can't stop holding you against them.

Chasing That Feeling Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Lee Minho/Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Movie night snacks are always essential. Who knew bumping into a wall would lead to this?

Guilty Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: What's a little bit of teasing, when you're dating two most sexually driven men with the sheer need to ruin you.

9th Little Member Series Genre: Undetermined Pairing: OT8/Reader Short Summary: You always felt that being a little was troublesome for the group. Hiding it was the only option you had. But you forgot one thing, your members can see through everything.

I'll Be Your Man Series Genre: Undetermined Pairing: OT8/Reader Short Summary: Chan always loved caring for his members' needs. When you came into his life, it was definite that he would prioritize yours as well. It didn't take long before he imagined you falling apart under their hands.

Stray Heart Untold Series Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut Main Pairing: Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Hero/Villain, betrayal enemies to lovers plot with world building and live writing ARG. Cause of writing: The 2023 5 Stars Trailer - Bang Chan.

Your Fault Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: All you wanted to do want watch a movie. You warned him, you told him it was slow. It's all his fault that his cock took over his brain.

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midnight memories || seo changbin x fem!reader

↳ making midnight memories with your bestie who you're in love with and who's most likely in love with you too

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genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: readers parents tell her what to do with her life

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it's 1 am and you can't sleep. you had a dinner with your parents a couple hours earlier and let's just say, it wasn't the greatest.

it's not that you don't get along with your parents per se, but sometimes they like to pester you with questions and ideas, and they chose tonight of all nights to do it. you would think it's not entirely a bad thing, but when they start to tell you things like,

"why are you wasting your time with music when you could become a doctor?"

"this job at the music store is only temporary."

"you should do this," "you should do that."

blah blah blah

you're doing fairly well in your life, but when your parents talk about it like you're wasting it all, it makes you second guess everything. night like this, you can't sleep. you totally lost your appetite at dinner so now the hunger is starting to catch up to you.

you just want one day where you can let go and have zero thoughts about school, work, and your parents constantly nagging-

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you pick up your phone to see who could be calling you at 1 am

changbin <3

you smile and swipe your screen to answer.

"hey pretty, sorry, did i wake you?" his voice was soft

"hi binnie. no, i haven't been able to sleep since i got home"

"tell me what's on your mind."

changbin never failed to show you how much he cares. he's always there to listen to your never ending rants and complaints. whether it's about school work, coworkers, or your parents, he will sit there and listen. he is the type of person that's very good with words so it's like he just knows exactly what to say next. it makes you feel bad at times when he's ranting and you just have no idea how to respond. he knows you're not great with words, but he really appreciates that you listen.

so you tell him everything. he's quiet for the most part, but adds in small comments here and there. just being able to release of the pent up anger and annoyance made you feel a little more at ease, but it still did bother you nonetheless. when you were done, it was a a comfortable silence. you knew he was just trying to process everything and think of what to say.

"i'm so sorry that your parents keep doing that shit to you. i just don't get why they can't understand how happy you are with music. y/n, you're becoming more and more amazing everyday. you have so much talent and potential to become big. i hope they'll be able to see that" you can hear the sadness in his voice. he hates the way your parents talk to you sometimes.

you feel your heart breaking a little. "thanks binnie, i appreciate it, but i don't think they'll ever understand and it's fine"

the man knows you like the back of his hand. he can clearly tell you're not okay, and he knows exactly how to cheer you up.

"go put on some warm clothes if you aren't already and be waiting downstairs in 5 minutes. okay? see you soon. i love you" he ends the call.

you feel your heart leap a bit. you hate how his words affect you so much. all of his endearments are totally platonic (girl be frr is it really?) and you curse at yourself for falling in love with your best friend. you've always felt that he's too good for.

you push away the negative thoughts, throw on a jacket, and you make your way downstairs.

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when you got downstairs, you immediately took in how cute he looked. his hair was messy and fluffy, he's wearing a green hoodie and black sweatpants (yes, the maniac coolfm fit, but with his current hair). your heartbeat started racing when he held his hand out for you to take it. you interlocked hands and started walking.

"so where are we going?" you break the silence after you two start walking for a couple minutes.

he turns to you with a cheeky smile. "convenience store!"

you smile back and start picking up of your speed, pulling changbin along. you loved convenience store runs, especially with changbin. all you guys do is walk down the aisles and pick out ramen, drinks, and other snacks, but times like these are just so special to the both of you.

when you get there 5 minutes later, changbin holds the door open for you. you give him a small thank you and walk in. you immediately make a beeline for the ramen. he giggles at how excited you are and follows you. the man is whipped.

"just pick out whatever you want, my treat" he hugs you from behind and my god the butterflies and rests his chin on your shoulder

"are you sure?" you slightly turn your head to him

he gives you a small squeeze and sighs. "yes i am. y/n, i brought you out here because i hate it when you're sad. i haven't had much time with you lately so this is my way of making it up to you. now pick out anything you want so you can eat." he kisses the side of your head and let's you go so he can pick out what he wants

you stand there frozen and shocked about what just happened. you feel your face heating up and hold your cold hands up to your cheeks.

"y/n get your shit together. what's wrong with you?" you whisper to yourself. you light knock yourself on the head with the ramen cup.

you walk around the store and grab a few more snacks. you met back with changbin when you finished.

"you done?" he smiles

"mhm!" you say avoiding eye contact girl can't even look into his eyes after what happened

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"thank you binnie" you interlocked hands again and started walking back to your university building

"you're welcome beautiful"

once again, you heart started racing. that's been happening a lot tonight.

"i really needed this. if my parents found out that i'm not home right now, they definitely would be thinking even more that i'm wasting time."

changbin stops walking all of a sudden. you turned to look at him with a questioning look.

changbin turns to you and frowns. "your parents are no longer the boss of your life. you should be able to make your own decisions. they claim they know what's best for you, but only you should be able to really know. i'm tired of your parents not believing in you. they really don't understand how amazing their daughter is."

you didn't even realize that he was slowly getting closer and closer to you. he cups your face gently.

"don't let them control you. if music is your passion and it makes you happy then screw what your parents believe." he's leaning in. "you have so much going for you right now and i would hate to see you give it all up just to please your parents." he's so close, there's only an inch between you, but he stops and looks into your eyes. "i believe in you. i care about you. so please tell me that you're gonna keep trying. i'd hate for you to give u-" you close the gap.

you tried your best to hold back, but you just couldn't. all of your feelings for him started clouding your mind as he was talking to you. you were reminded why you fell in love with him in the first place. he starts kissing back. his thumb caresses your cheek. the kiss is slow and passionate. you really wanted to savor this moment and you could tell he also wanted to by the way he was kissing you.

when you pulled back, it was quiet. you were trying to process what just happened until changbin broke the silence first.

"so.. is that a yes?" he had a smirk on his face and his eyes were sparkling. he was now holding you in his arms, almost like he was afraid to let you go.

you smiled and pecked him on the lips.

if you could see his face, you'd see how red it was. lord were you gonna be the death of him. he suddenly looked around and remembered that you both were in the middle of the street. (like the one in the pic at the top)

"let's get you home" he looks back at you as he holds his hand out. once again you interlock your hand with his.

this is definitely gonna be added to the list of memorable nights.

i hope this isn't too cringy lol i'm still working on my writing

if you like this, please check out my other works!

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⇥ Mr. Sandman

Genre ↣ Angst, Fluff if you squint. Word count ↣ 1,884 Words. Synopsis ↣ As an insomniac, Chan has had countless sleepless nights. This night was the same, nonetheless, something special seems to greet him.

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Pairing ↣ Bang Chan and Changbin (strictly platonic). Genre ↣ Angst, eventual Fluff. Word count ↣ 1,050 Words Synopsis ↣ A friend deserves to mourn the loss of the other, even if it's not so much of a loss.

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Pairing ↣ None. Genre ↣ Royal AU, Angst Word count ↣ 1,117 Words Synopsis ↣ Hyunjin watches his kingdom crumble, bit by bit. After the death of his parents, he was the only one who could stop his sister's terror reign, but every moment comes with a price.

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Pairing ↣ Best Friend! Han Jisung X Reader Genre ↣ Fluff, best friends to lovers AU Word count ↣ 1,238 Words Synopsis ↣ When your best friend Jisung says he's never once laid eyes on the beach, you make it a point to take him there, but you do have an ulterior motive. OR In which Jisung realises how terrifying yet comforting love is.

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chanluvu · 10 months

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seeing you after the breakup - hyung line

summery: running into your ex-boyfriend

chan and reader are still in love, minhos mum wants to see you, your changbins hairstylist, miscommunication with hyunjin

hyungline!straykids x gn!reader

maknae line: coming soon

angst, fluff for minhos

word count: 1.2k

kind of rushed also sorry minhos and hyunjins are so short :(

not proofread!

christopher bahng:

that laugh. he knew it. chan wiped his head around looking for you, scanning the small coffee shop he was making a quick pitstop at before dance practice and there you where.

with another man.

he knows you two broke up 3 weeks ago but isn't this too early? "8 iced americanos for chan" the woman from the counter called out making you shoot your head up, making eye contact with chan. you gasped under your breath being shocked with his sharp gaze he then moves his eyes of you, looking your date you met on a dating app up and down. "who's that?" he man next to you says sounding intimidated even though you've only known him for 3 days to stop thinking about chan. "my ex" you say not breaking contact with chan even though he was still looking at the guy next to you.

"excuse me" chan got snapped out of his gaze, looking at the woman behind the counter. "your coffee's" she smiled. "oh thank you" he bowed and grabs the two bags they were in. "can we talk, please?" he heard next to him where you basically teleported, he looked down at you with a sad face and your heart slightly shattered. "you seem occupied y/n" he signalled back at your date. "chan please" you pleaded.

"hi i'm daejung" your date walks up to chan with his arm out expecting a hand shake but chan just stares at him. "never mind" he snaps his hand down. "i have to go, have fun y/n" chan gives you a sad, goodbye look. "chan wait" you try to grab his arm but he's already walking out the door. he could feel his heart crumbling at the seconds, he loved you for so long and now your out already dating. tears started welting in his eyes while walking down the cold street.

he lost you.

lee minho:

you were peacefully reading a book in the nearest park to your apartment on a nice day when you heard your name being called. "y/n?" you looked around to see where it was coming from. "hi" your ex-boyfriend minho walked up to you.

things with minho ended on a mutual way and you still text sometimes, he wanted to focus on his career and weren't emotionally available. you still loved him of course but not in a relationship type of way, he is your platonic soulmate.

"hey what are you doing here, sit down" you smiled and closed your book. "i'm meeting seungmin somewhere and took a shortcut" he snickered and sat next to you. "how is everyone?" you asked seeing you having seen the boys in awhile. "everything's good, but now i'm here i need to ask you something" he gets serious which makes you a little scared. "what?" you ask wondering why his mood changed. "my mum invited you to dinner tomorrow night" he sighed. "and i didn't really tell her we broke up" he trails on. "minho i don't know" you think about having to act lovey dovey with your friend. "please y/n, she loves you" he looks you in the eyes pleading.

"we will tell her after, just for tonight please" he puts his hand on yours. "ok whatever, only cause i want to see your mum" you jokingly roll your eyes as minho laughs. "thank you y/n"

seo changbin:

it was a bad idea but you don't regret it, dating an idol as his personal hair stylist. you both talked about what would happen now your broken up and decided to take it in a professional way.

"is she coming today?" chan asked his friend. "i don't know" changbin sighed, biting his lip dreading seeing you since it's only been two days since the break up. "have you talked to her?" chan says from the couch where changbin was sitting infront of a mirror. "no" he leans his head back and stares up at the ceiling.

suddenly there's a knock at the door. she's here.

"come in" chan says loudly as changbin sits up straight, looking through the mirror waiting for you. "hello" you walk in bowing to chan. "hi y/n, how are you" he says with a small smile. "i'm ok-" you look in the mirror where changbin looking at you with a apologetic face, you pause for a few seconds just staring at each other before you bow at him. "hi changbin" you walk over and put your bag on the bench that's connected to the mirror. "hello" he coughs breaking his gaze on you. "what's the schedule today, i didn't read the email" you start to unpack your bag. "just a interview, so just something simple y/n" chan nods at you and you smile back to him. "ok" you stand behind changbin sitting in the chair and look at his hair. "y/n" he looks up at you just thinking staring at his head. "it's fine" you still don't look a him.

you bring your hand up and run your fingers through his hair and memories race through your mind. early mornings cuddling in bed while playing with is hair. patting his head when he was excited. styling his hair is crazy ways at 3am. "y/n" changbin says again bringing you out of your state, not realising there were tears running down your face. you look down at him with tearful eyes to see him holding onto the arm rests like he is about to shoot out of his chair. "i can't do this i'm sorry binnie" you sob as you turn and walk out of the room, slamming the door.

hearing that nickname again made his heart flutter and break at the same time. he thought he should follow you and cover you in kisses but your not his anymore.

hwang hyunjin:

"beautiful isn't it?" you stared up at the large painting at the new art gallery that just opened. "yes" you laughed and turned your head to see non else then hwang hyunjin. "i knew you would be here" he smiled at you but you were disgusted. he really has the guts to talk to you after what he did.

it was your birthday and you invited some friends and your boyfriend hyunjin out to a club, it was all fun until you hadn't seen hyunjin in awhile. you turned the corner to go to the bathroom and you saw him getting very close to a random girl.

"hyunjin i don't want to talk to you" you said turning away from him and walking away. "y/n i know what you think but nothing happened" he grabbed onto your arm, you quickly ripped it out of his grasp. "leave me alone" you gave him a warning look. "i just want to talk" he pleaded. "no hyunjin we're over you made that very clear" you rolled your eyes and walked towards the exit as he followed you like a lost puppy. "i need to explain what happened" he was getting annoyed at you not listening. "and i don't want to hear it" you snapped at him. "goodbye hyunjin" you sighed and walked outside, hyunjin frozen in his spot watching you walk away.

the truth is the girl was a sasaeng and wanted to sleep with him, hyunjin was extremely drunk and didn't know what was happening. its true nothing happened with the girl, but you wouldn't listen. the love of his life, his muse is now walking away from him because of a crazy fan.

#stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids reactions #chanluvu

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altheasmeadow · 1 year

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Sounds Of Love

Summary: In a world where your soulmate has a strange way of finding you

Pairing: Chan X reader

Warnings: none

She knew who her soulmate was. How could she not? She’d hear him singing his songs on repeat as he practiced, or what her soulmate was singing matched perfectly to what the idol was singing on his vlive for that day. She was also very aware that there was no way she’d meet him on her own accord, there was no way to get to an idol between security and crazy fans, also he’d probably think she was just a crazy fan. She wasn’t. The first time she found out about him was when he was an underground artist and she looked up the lyrics she heard circling in her head all of the time, the voice sounded just like her soulmate.

She presumed their connection was simply because of their mutual interest in music, soulmate bonds usually are inspired by the personality in which the connection iis bestowed upon. While she wasn’t an Idol by any means she knew some and sometimes worked with them or joined in on their content. Or sometimes they joined her for silly streams.

“Wooyoung!” She screamed as she and Yeosang chased after the laughing man as he filmed.

“You’ll never catch me alive!” He yelled back at the duo before abruptly running into HongJoong, “Aw man.” He pouted as the three lightly chuckled at his abrupt change, before she jumped on his back and snatched her camera from him.

“HongJoong you handsome beast I love you for a lifetime.” She cheered, leaning over Wooyoung’s shoulder to place a sloppy kiss on her savior's cheek.

“Yea okay…” The man said before walking off with a fond smile, he may complain a lot about how chaotic everyone is but he was thankful they still found joy in the little things like chasing each other around.

The room fell quiet, the only sound being the heavy breathing from all of the running and yelling, until suddenly Wooyoung screamed at the top of his lungs making her fall off of his back and into Yeosang’s arms that had quickly been stuck out to catch her.

“Good god man.”She groaned, rubbing her ear that was now ringing from his antics. She turned off her camera knowing she needed a minute and tucked it in her bag.

“Binnie!” He shouted, ignoring the girl who was now standing straight at Yeosang rubbed her temples, knowing she was sensitive to sudden loud noises.

“You okay?” Yeosang offered the question, allowing her time to readjust, Yeosang was to put it simply her bestfriend, they had met accidentally when Wooyoung had just about plowed her to the ground in his attempt to run from their manager in the middle of a cafe. She clicked almost immediately with both of them, but Yeosang was more attuned to her emotions almost like he felt them himself. If she didn’t have the music bond she would’ve assumed that she and Yeosang were soulmates with the strong empathetic connection between them. Maybe platonic soulmates, she mused.

“Yea, just need to hurt that twerp.” She sneered, rushing after the energetic boy who was excitedly greeting his friend who had stopped by for lunch.

“Okay listen here you little jerk, one why dont you greet me like that, two who do you think you are yelling in my ear like that, three you owe me lunch for that and four this.” She numbered off, and at the final number she jumped and wrapped her arm around his neck, skillfully landing on her feet and pulling him to her height in a headlock, tightening her hold until he was whining at her.

“Okay Okay I’m sorry.” He tapped her arm as a notion that she won and she released her hold, turning to look at Seo Changbin who watched aamusedly.

“Sorry about that, you’re Changbin of Stray Kids, right?” She greeted with a bow which the man returned swiftly.

“Nice to meet you! Wooyoung talks about you often.” The buffer man grinned teasingly at the younger man.

“Oh? All good things he should hope.” She smiled innocently, grinning, patting her friend roughly on the back.

“So what's up with the random lunch man?” Wooyoung asked, eyeing the female next to him in fear as he took a step closer to Changbin.

“Chan has been snapping a lot lately so we all decided to take some time away from him for lunch.” Changbin said, moving toward their company’s cafe with the other duo following, since she deemed that she’d only forgive Wooyoung if he bought her food.

“He’s been overworking himself again or something?” Wooyoung wondered, making Changbin shake his head in response, Chan hadn’t been overworking himself for the first time in a while, he couldn’t find any sort of motivation recently.

“He hasn’t been hearing from his soulmate.” Changbin explained making Wooyoung raise his eyebrows in shock, while she simply watched where they were walking trying not to look interested.

“He met his soulmate?”

“No, his connection is to hear the music his soulmate is singing.” Changbin explained making her friend’s eyes shoot to her.

“Really now?” It seemed innocent but she knew it was anything but that. “How long has he gone without hearing from them?”

“Three weeks, he’s worried that something happened to them.” Changbin said, looking confused at the interest.

“Interesting…” Wooyoung grinned mischeviously, looking at her, who he knew hadn’t been singing ever since the stupid comments online blew up with hate because her voice is deeper and more raspy than the typical woman’s voice.

“So, How do you know ATEEZ? Not to be rude but you’re obviously not an idol, I don’t recognize you from any company.”

“Wooyoung fell for me.” She smirked a bit, teasing her friend who turned bright red at the twist of words.

“NONONO that is not what happened, I was running from the manager and I accidentally took her down with me in my attempts.”

“Then Yeosang came and saved me from his annoying apologies, they bought me a new coffee and we eventually talked about trading numbers. I usually help write their music.” She smiled, moving in line to place hers and Wooyoungs order and paying with the card she swiped from his back pocket while walking.

“I thought you wanted me to pay?” Wooyoung wondered in disbelief, but she simply passed the card back to him with a grin.

“You did.”

“Man, can I borrow her? I think she’d get along great with Seungmin, Minho and Jeongin.”

–

“I can not believe you didn’t tell me!” Wooyounng yelled after finding out that she had been aware of who her soulmate was this whole time.

“It never came up.” She winced as San, HongJoong and Yeosang also stared at her in disbelief.

“I can think of maybe 5 times off the tip of my head where there were perfect opportunities to tell us.” HongJoong frowned at the girl, taking in her anxious appearance. “Did you want to reject him?” He asked not understanding why else she wouldn’t tell them when she was very aware they could have introduced them.

Her eyes immediately widened as she shook her head quickly in refusal, “No that’s not it. There just wasn’t a way to get to him between fans and security. Plus he could just think I’m a crazy fan.” She explained making her friends look at her increduously.

“Are you that dumb?” Seongwha’s voice broke from the doorway where he had nosely snuck to listen in.

“I wasn’t going to use you guys, that just isn’t right. And the opportunity never presented itself where we casually crossed paths.”

“USE US!” they all but yelled at the girl, trying to get their message across that just ignoring it was stupid.

“It’s not fair!”

“We are offering!” HongJoong exclaimed, “Actually we’re not offering, it’s happening.” He started before pulling out his phone. Wooyoung and Yeosang both quickly throw their bodies towards the girl who had tried to make a move to stop him, pinning her to the ground in a cuddle pile.

–

“Hello?” Chan answered with a sigh as he and the rest of 3racha sat together in the studio working on writing.

“Chan-Hyung! Listen I have to talk quickly because I don’t know how long I have but we have good news for you! We found your soulmate!” HongJoong spoke through the speaker, making all three members look at the phone in shock.

“I’m sorry what?” Changbin asked bluntly, seeing as he was just there and nobody mentioned anything.

“Ah! stop throwing things! Listen, come to KQ! She’ll explain when you’re here. Bye!”

And just like that the room fell silent, Han excitedly watching his hyungs reaction, Changbin trying to figure out if it was her, it would make sense with Wooyoung’s interest in Chan’s soulmate.

And poor Chan hopelessly staring at his phone as if it was a dream.

“Go Hyung! she is waiting!” Changbin grinned now, fully processing the looks Wooyoung gave to the younger female in his head.

“Do you know her?” Han blurted in shock, not really grasping how he did.

“I met her at lunch with Wooyoung, she’s friends with ATEEZ. She picked pocketed Wooyoung after he yelled in her ear it was super funny.” Changbin retold before going to look at his leader only to see the seat empty.

“Well he’s eager.” Han joked before the two went back to their pieces.

–

He expected many things out of this encounter, rejection, acceptance, hesitance, what he didn’t expect was to see a woman wrestling three grown men to the ground easily.

“I can not believe you guys did this!” She scolded like they were children but the odd electricity buzzing through the air had her stance and voice softening.

“Hello?” Chan asked tentatively, eyeing the woman’s back as she refused to turn around.

“Chan! How lovely to finally meet you!” She greeted still not looking at him in fear of the upcoming rejection.

“Well I’d say the same if you weren’t greeting a wall now instead of me.” He joked to relieve the tension she was currently showing.

Slowly she turned to face him, revealing her kind features that were almost addicting to look at, he did not want to look away.

“Hi Chan.”

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #bang chan imagines #wooyoung #ateez fluff #straykids fluff #stray kids au #straykids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #bang chan #chan x reader #kpop imagines #kpop idol x reader #idol x reader #kpop #fanfic #kpop scenarioes #idol imagines

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dancinglikebutterflywings · 1 month

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Unexpectedly | Chapter 01

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Idol!Reader

Summary: When the company Y/N is signed with announces its closure, she feels as though her career as a soloist is over. So when KQ offers Y/N a contract, she jumps at the chance if it means she can work (and fall in love) with her best friend, Wooyoung.

Warnings: none for this chapter. Disclaimers and warnings for all the whole series are placed on masterlist post.

Word Count: 1,080

Screenshots: 12

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Wooyoung's high-pitched cackle mixed with her mum's laughter fills Y/N’s ears as she enters the grounds of her mother's home. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head she grumbles to herself as she climbs the steps to the front door.

"Aish, I should have known he’d get here before me. I bet he came straight here as soon as she invited him for dinner."

She goes to reach for the door handle just as her phone begins to ring. Grumbling to herself again, she reaches inside her pocket and pulls out the ringing device. Seeing her manager’s name and number flashing on the screen, she quickly answers it. "Sang-U-nim, I just arrived at my eomma’s house."

No matter the time or what she's doing, she always makes sure to answer his calls. He is more than just a manager to her. He has been by her side since the day she found out she would be debuting. He became her mentor, her work father. He has always been there to uplift her when she needed it and never let her ego grow too big. If she needed to hear something, he would be the one to tell her. He has become her closest confidant in the company, and she trusts his opinion and advice more than anyone else.

"I won't keep you long," he assures her. "I just wanted to let you know that I asked around about Yoon Jun. He's the real deal. Hae-Joon worked with him back when they were both at SM Entertainment. She said he's a dedicated worker, takes excellent care of the talent under him, and is highly respected."

"So, should I schedule a meeting with him?"

"You should definitely make time to meet with him."

"Will you come with me? I’ll let them know you and I are a packaged deal."

"I didn't want to discuss this over the phone," he sighs. Y/N can sense the sadness in his voice. "I've decided it's time for me to take a step back from the entertainment industry. I want to prioritize spending more time with my family and being there for them."

Though her heart breaks a little, she is happy for him. “That makes me a little sad but I’m happy for you, Han Sang-U-nim. Your beautiful wife and daughters need you much more than I do.”

Y/N had met his family many times, even shared meals with them. She loves them just as much as she loves Sang-U.

“You’ll be fine, kid.”

“I know,” she smiles.

“Whatever decision you make, just know you have my… our support. We’ll always be watching and cheering you on.”

“Thank you for everything you’ve done. I’ll always appreciate it and you.”

“Good luck with everything,” he smiles and ends the call.

After slipping her phone back into her pocket, she gently wipes away the tears that she hadn’t noticed until now. With a sigh, she steps into her mother's house. Taking off her coat, she hangs it on the coat rack and carefully places her shoes next to Wooyoung's.

"Eomma!" she calls out as she enters the living room but finds it empty. Hearing her mother's response from the kitchen, she makes her way towards the sound.

In the cozy kitchen, she finds Wooyoung wearing an apron, assisting her mother in chopping vegetables. "I got the stuff you asked me to bring," she informs her, placing the bag on the counter before embracing her mother tightly. "Is there anything I can help with?" she asks, moving to give Wooyoung a back hug.

He stopped chopping up the vegetables and gently placed the knife on the counter before turning in her arms, hugging her tightly and placing a kiss to her forehead. It's been months since the childhood friends last saw each other in person. Being able to see him again brings her some relief from everything that's going on.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Can we talk later?” she asks him as he lets her go and nods his head.

She smiles and starts helping get everything ready for dinner.

After dinner, Y/N's mother settled on the sofa to catch her favorite shows before bedtime, as Wooyoung and Y/N took care of cleaning up the table and washing the dishes. The duo exchanged smiles and playful banter, making the task seem less like a chore.

“What did you want to talk about?” Wooyoung eventually asks, placing the plates away in their designated space.

"I got a message from someone at KQ," she tells him, her soapy hands placing a pot on the counter beside the sink as she washes the last of the dishes.

"KQ?" Wooyoung questioned, his eyes widening in surprise, indicating he was unaware of it. "Who was it from?"

"Yoon Jun," she answered, drying her hands with a clean dish towel. She grabbed her phone, opened the message, and showed it to him.

He took her phone and read the message. "He's one of the new managers. Sannie mentioned he heard him talking about signing someone who wasn't a trainee. I'm assuming that's you. But you already have Sang-U. Won't he be following you wherever you go?"

Y/N shook her head. "Sang-U is stepping down. He wants to focus more on his family."

Wooyoung nodded, understanding the situation. "I see. What are you going to do?”

“I’ll probably message Yoon Jun back, make time to meet and see what him and KQ have to offer,” she shrugs, cleaning the last pot.

“If you’re unsure, think about this,” he starts. “I’m there, we’ll get to see each other a lot more than we usually do. That’s the biggest pro if you move to KQ.”

“And the con?” she questions, a soft smile on her face.

“There are no con’s,” he says, putting away the last pot and turning back to face her. “There might be one con.”

“What’s that?” she asks.

“I’ll have to share you with more than just Yeosang,” he pouts.

“Are you worried I'm going to end up loving them more than you?”

“I’m more worried that one of them will fall in love with you and steal you from me,” he corrects her, still wearing a pout.

“No one can steal me from you, Youngie. Many have tried and they’ve all failed,” she assures him.

As they continued to clean up, their conversation shifted to lighter topics, reminiscing about their favorite moments from their trainee days and sharing dreams for the future.

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sword6empress · 2 years

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why'd you only call me when you're high?

pairing — seo changbin x gn!reader

word count — 1.5k

genre — suggestive, angst if you squint

contents — fwb!au, one-sided pining, alcohol and weed consump., lmk if i missed anything

note — my entry for @neo-shitty 24/8 collab! also the reader is a bit too oc'd, heavily inspired by, so maybe its going to be a bit hard to relate, but you will only know if you try yk ;)

the sound of broken glass and drunken mumble from the street rolled into his bedroom through the wide-open window pulling him out from his restless slumber. wearing just his boxers, covered with the thinnest blanket that looked more like a big towel, changbin still woke up covered with a thin layer of sweat, the temperature of the room wrapping him in a stifling fug of july heat. cursing the drunkard and contemplating throwing something hard and heavy of the belongings of his room on that troublesome head, he reaches for the water on his bedside table only to realize that the liquid isn’t different from the temperature of the room, nastily warm and absolutely useless for stilling thirst.

swinging his legs off the bed, he stumped into the kitchen part of his studio apartment to get some ice from the fridge. cold cubes clattered against the glass, two or three faint cracks of the ice filling the silence of the room. chugging the now bearable water, he walked back to his bed, picking his phone up and going through the notifications.

the numbers on the top of the screen read 4:13, the notifications consisted of a few dozen messages in the group chat, that was active two hours ago, promos from local deliveries and some random suggestions from twitter. finishing his water, he put the glass back on the bedside table (maybe he should’ve gotten some more, the night is long after all) and laid down, mindlessly scrolling his timeline for a while, then finally locking it to follow the glass, only for it to light up again.

🪦: heyyy, u up? [04:17]

changbin raised his eyebrows, blinking a few times in disbelief. yes, he changed your name to tombstone, like that stupid tiktok said. one thing — it only worked for multiple people you want to think less about. he, on the other hand, renamed only four people, including you. and if he’s being honest, he doesn’t really think about any one of them, just threw them there for some crowd action. nor they really text him, to play dumb with pathetic “who’s this?”

you, on the other hand, were on his mind too often for his liking.

started as a casual friends-with-benefits agreement, dates in bars as a matter of courtesy getting shorter, quickly finding each other tangled between the sheets, finding, what it seemed, the perfect balance of wants and needs. until one moment.

to be fair, you both took the “friends” part of the kind of these relationships quite seriously. it wasn’t as purely procedural and transactional as most cases of fwb. there was no “fuck then leave” rule, shared breakfasts were more a mundanity rather than an exception and sometimes movie nights didn’t go past the making out phase. he even helped you move your stuff when your landlord probably sniffed some asshole-flower, evicting you for an absolutely stupid reason. (“everyone in this fucking city smokes, how’s that even a problem?!”)

but couple months into the purely platonic and sexual relationship (or what it was supposed to be in theory) changbin realized that he was fucked.

he shouldn’t have let his eyes linger for that long on your side profile, as you fed ducks near the pond, shouldn’t have gotten jealous when some douchebag hit on you as you were returning from the bar’s bathrooms, shouldn’t have beamed when you mentioned him to your mom over the phone.

he shouldn’t have felt the swelling in his chest as he looked at your sleeping body, young rays of morning sun playing through the pattern of sheer, objectively useless, curtains. the moment being such a cliché of the shitty romcom drama, that he wanted to slap himself, deciding to just take a cold shower and blaming treacherous post-nut hormones.

but he did, and it was the alarm bell, the ringer swinging it with his whole weight, jumping in panic.

another buzz in his hand pulled him out of his thoughts:

🪦: i saw u liked smth on twitter like 5 min ago, dont play dead lmao [04:19]

with a sigh, changbin unlocked his phone and typed a quick “got me”, watching how the status changed to “read” and the bubble with jumping dots appeared on the screen.

🪦: what’s up? haven’t heard from you in a while, adonis [04:19]

changbin scoffs at the nickname you have for him, awarded after he started to hit the gym almost every day, gaining the muscles you so loved to run your hands over. be it the stuffiness of the room or the turmoil of his thoughts, his mind wandered into the haze of reminiscence of your gentle or not so gentle touches, depending on the setting. how you’d hang on his back in the mornings, as he was sat on the edge of the bed, checking his phone, your warm soft skin flush to his back, arms thrown over his shoulders, tangible movement of your jaw as you mumble something resembling ‘good morning’ and press of your lips between his shoulder blades.

vibration erupted in his hand again:

🪦: happy 420 btw lol [4:20]

🪦: im SO gonna celebrate [4:21]

🪦: u re invited js [4:21]

🪦: texted you for a booty call, but now we have an occasionnnn [4:21]

🪦: can’t say no to that bby [4:21]

🪦: so see ya in 20 [4:21]

🪦: 🖤 [4:22]

seeing the flood of messages he caught that you’ve probably started celebrating long before you even texted him.

does he want to go? absolutely yes. should he go? absolutely not. does he have a good feeling about going to your place with the reason spelt out? no. is he already putting stupid khaki shorts on? yes.

walking out of his apartment block, he still thinks about how much you infiltrated his life. the shorts he’s wearing were dyed black by you. the charm on his keys was a gift from you. the shoes he’s wearing he picked up with you. the t-shirt he put on is the one you wore multiple mornings spent at his place. you. you. you. he puts his earbuds in, trying to silence the hubbub in his head, only for the song you recommended to him to come up on shuffle. changbin groans, not caring if anyone awake in the neighbourhood hears him, shoving the earbuds back into the case.

the road takes a turn on the bigger street, the deep bass of the music spilling out from multiple clubs and venues situated on it, the cacophony of rhythms irritating changbin’s ears. passing by one of the clubs, he sees a couple making out in the dead-end, dividing two buildings. averting his eyes, be it out of decency or annoyance, he walks further, smartening his pace, the turn to your street coming into view.

he walks into the bodega next to your place, the owner greeting him with a handshake and pulling the 6-pack from the side. changbin is again hit with the realization — the owner of your corner shop knows him by his name, knows his usual buy and he’s sure that would trust him for something for a few days, that often he’s around. not his need today, he can pay, but hypothetically.

walking to the entrance of your building, he doesn’t even catch himself thinking about the code for the door intercom — it’s muscle memory at this point and another checkmark on his ‘idiot that fucked up’ list.

as he gets on your floor, he can already hear the music playing from your apartment, thanking god for making your place at the corner of the building and your neighbour practically deaf. of course, the loud music wasn’t the only reason why these two factors were playing into your hands.

the obnoxious sound of your doorbell was loud enough to be heard by changbin who was on the other side of the door, so the volume of the music lowered, he heard your footsteps and fumbling of the lock, followed by the door opening and you appearing in front of him.

“ ‘sup,” your open arm invited him into a hug, lips meeting his cheek, locking the door afterwards. changbin walked into the apartment, putting the beer cans into the fridge, leaving two out and walking into the living room (the lucky you having the apartment with divided spaces.)

the room hasn’t changed much from the last time he has been there: the record player spinning the vinyl playing the song he will hear in one of the coffee places, the incense smouldering with the bluish ribbon of smoke floating up, filling the room with the smell he will surely recognize when he walks by the spiritual shop.

the early morning paints the room in shades of yellow, sounds of the first cars of the day are heard from the open window, as you indulge in each other on the linens of your bed, the string of his heart turning into the rope, tightening around his chest, but paled into insignificance beside the warmth of you enveloping him in the moment.

#changbin x reader

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skz-saja · 1 year

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##SAJA’S PROFILE!

( stray kids 9th member au )

‣ basics . . .

stage name: saja (사자)

birth name: kim saja (김사자)

english name: sara kim

nicknames: saj, baby, aegi, night fury, sweetheart, honey

birth date: november 2nd, 2002

birth place: south shields, england, uk

hometown: south shields, england, uk

ethnicity: korean

languages: english (mother tongue); korean (fluent); french (conversational/learning)

sexuality: bisexual (she’s only out to her mom and the members)

‣ physical traits . . .

facelaim: itzy’s yeji

height: 165 cm (5’5”)

eye colour: dark brown

natural hair colour: dark brown

body modifications: 8 piercings (2 helix on her left ear, and 3 lobe piercings on each ear)

blood type: a

‣ family life . . .

(read this section at your own risk. talks about death/murder, and guns.)

when saja was 10, her family was murdered when they were at the fair. someone had come in with a gun, killing 8 people, including her parents. saja was later adopted when she was 13, and is now in the care of her lovely adoptive mother.

‣ career information . . .

in 2016 she moved to korea to carry on with her dream of being a k-pop idol, and she later debuted in the band stray kids on march 25th, 2018.

stage name: saja

position: lead vocalist, lead dancer, maknae

unit: vocalracha

representative emoji: 🐯

‣ personality traits . . .

positive traits: trustworthy, very caring to others, loyal, independent.

negative traits: often forgets to take care of herself, especially when she’s focused on taking care of others, shy, forgetful, bottles things up.

‣ strengths . . .

vocal: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

rap: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

dance: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

stage presence: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

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neo-shitty · 2 years

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under streetlights — s.cb

description. when his own light dims, changbin wades the darkness of both the night and his mind alone. he needs someone tonight but that isn’t something the local convenience store across the street can offer. or can it?

pairings. seo changbin x female reader

genre. hurt/comfort, fluff, platonic(?), student council!au, high school!au

warnings. mentions of passing out, a nosebleed and a lot of overthinking.

word count. 5k

notes. a very much needed backstory for my favorite checkmate duo, iykyk :’D happy changbin day!!

Changbin wakes to a brightness that burns, the type that forces your lids back shut when a sliver of it slips in. The tears sting as they spring from the glands in his eyes, blurring his vision but cushioning the blinding beam. It takes a few blinks for him to open his eyes wide enough and a few more for his vision to refocus. There’s a white ceiling above him, adjacent to an off-white wall with peeling paint. He makes a mental note, request for repaint, until he realizes that the council office’s walls were never white nor did the office have a bed.

He’s not in his office at all, he’s in the school clinic. The fresh linen beneath him is stiff and unused, the air around him smelling of diluted isopropyl alcohol. Now that he knew where he was, it was only a matter of how he ended up there.

The memories come in a haze, a movie screen with too many cuts to black. His senses were dull, half-aware of happenings and never completely certain which moments were real and which weren’t. He remembers having his arm draped over someone’s shoulder, hearing their mutters but never making out what they’re saying. Most of his view consisted of the endless pattern of white tiles mazing around the buildings, the floor becoming his sole focus because looking up made the world spin. Next thing he knew, he was on the clinic bed, watching shadows crowd around him. Faces and voices didn’t match anymore, and he thinks it was the effort of trying to discern the figures apart that finally knocked him out.

Then, he ends up here, on the other side of a familiar situation.

It didn’t feel like it had been a year since he got a call from the school nurse about a friend passing out in the middle of the day. He rushed from the fourth floor to first where the clinic was, causing a roadblock in the middle of the hallway with their other friends in mid-panic. He was the only one allowed in on the grounds of being Chan’s emergency contact. In the infirmary, Chan lay still on the bed, eyes shut with his breathing slow but steady. A sense of relief washed over the younger boy, his worries calmed at the thought that the older boy hadn’t been anywhere dangerous when he passed out. Beside him, a hunched Taehee rested on the free space on the bed, head tucked in her own arm pillow.

“You two. What did I say about overworking?” The thoughts come aloud but it’s not enough to disrupt the quiet of the room. The urge to rub it into their faces that he was right takes the under current, his concern for their health bobbing up to the surface. Earlier the same day he remembered greeting the duo in the hallway, recalling that they headed home past midnight the night before but were already on campus before first light.

“If you’re going to scold us about it, can you do it later? My head’s throbbing.”

The girl stirs, blinking at the other person in the room before she pushes herself off the bed. Her cheek is red, marks of a good nap imprinted on her skin. Her eyes were bloodshot, veins clear, and rimmed with a dark shadow from the lack of sleep.

“What happened?” Changbin asks, walking over to be closer to the pair.

Taehee turns to the sleeping figure, her answer delayed. “He complained about his nose bleeding at first then he brushed it off for the rest of the morning. Then he passed out before we got to leave to buy materials.”

Across the room, Changbin couldn’t help but feel relieved that he hadn’t fainted elsewhere. A dozen scenarios raced in his mind, each one a far worse end than the other. What if he fainted while driving? The thought scared him but the reassurance of seeing Chan there was enough to settle his mind.

“Is it 1 already? I need to head back to the office. Are you here to take my place?” The girl stood up from her seat, walking over to a mirror hanging on the wall to fix herself up before turning to the doorway.

“What do you mean you’re heading back? Look at yourself. Do you want to end up like Chan?”

“There’s still a lot to do. And besides, I got to sleep.”

“Barely.” Changbin spat, stepping past the girl to block her way out. She stares, the turmoil of her internal tug of war showing in the way she doesn’t fight back. He shakes his head at her, “Leave it. Go home or head to the dorms or stay at Saeyeon’s place since it’s closer. Get some rest, you clearly need it.”

The girl hesitates and Changbin knows it’s because of the proximity of the event. They had more or less a day left to ensure everything went smoothly. There was a lot to fix, a lot to settle. But they’ve been at it for days now, classes disregarded with their time dedicated to nothing but preparations. He is adamant to make them sit this one out, seeing no other solution convenient for their own bodies besides this one.

“If you’re worried about what you still need to do, we can help. Everyone’s waiting outside and I think we’re free for the rest of the afternoon with the teachers busy.”

What Changbin had in mind was a shaky plan but it was something they could execute. Lia already had the council’s permission beforehand, taking over obligations meant for the pair. It would be easier to carry out with more hands helping in. They had the resources to move around the city, the energy to find what they needed, and the motivation which was to get off campus without skirting around school authorities.

Taehee sighs and he takes it as a sign of surrender. “You know, you’d make a better president. Imagine getting mad at someone for passing out? I can’t wait for this school year to be over with.” She moves towards the bed, picking up a backpack from the bedside. “Thanks, Bin. You should try running for office next year. The council needs someone like you.”

Changbin clicks his tongue as he watches her leave, “The only thing I’ll get out of it is stress.”

But here he is, in the same place he scolded Chan for being in the year before, except there’s no one by his side when he wakes up. No one hunched by his side, no one on the next bed waiting for him to open his eyes. He’s met with a lonely silence with nothing but the faint hum of the fluorescent lights lined on the ceiling to keep him company.

He sits up, leaning over the bed to reach his things. His bag sat on the floor beside his bed, his things in the unorganized manageable mess he left it. Sifting through his things, he checks for anything that could’ve been tampered with. He finds his phone easily as the screen blinks bright with a new notification, then his car keys, then his wallet. There is a vacancy he couldn’t quite put his finger on until he realized the bag lacked the sole thing that kept it heavy. Papers, a binder full of it.

It throws his mind into a mini-panic, all rationality thrown out the window as his mind splits to figure where he might’ve misplaced it. Did he manage to pass every letter he needed to before he passed out in the clinic? Was it never in his bag at all?

“You’re finally awake.” His things nearly slip out of his fingers when someone speaks from behind him. Turning to the doorway, he finds the school nurse by the door frame, waving as she walks in. “Did you rest well?”

Changbin nodded as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, packing his things up to leave. “Sorry for making you wait up.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It’s part of the job.” The older woman reassures him, reading his mind in the natural way that mothers always did. “Someone dropped by to take a file out of your bag. She said you’d know why so I didn’t bother asking much.”

“Who did?”

“The girl you’re with a lot,” the nurse answers, her hands moving as she details the features.

Only one face comes to mind and all his worries melt in a stream, reassurance replacing anxiousness at the thought that the binder was in good hands, better hands. He thanks the nurse a final time before he walks out, waiting for the nurse to finish closing up before he leaves her to walk the opposite way.

When he’s out the door, the school is quiet as he might’ve expected this late into a school day. The festivities haven’t started yet. It’s strange seeing the same halls with no people, half-decorated for the upcoming event but with no one there to celebrate it. The colored streamers web the halls, criss-crossing across opposite walls and putting a touch of life in the otherwise empty corridor. It looks different under a different light, or under the lack of it. It felt as if the school held its breath in the night, almost in the same way that he had been holding his for the past few nights leading up to the event.

It was the first of the many school activities he needed to spearhead as student council president. Everything about it was shaky, the foundation not sturdy enough to withstand what might come. The past administration set the standards high and all the pressure came crashing down on him and everyone who now stood in their place. But the weight was heavier on him as the leader in the course of action. There was an unspoken agenda for every meeting everyone in the room felt, the need to reach or out-do what the prior years had set up.

So for every plan, he went all out. It helped being a son of someone known to the area, the web of connections reached places he never imagined. There were a lot of people he could invite with the snap of his finger, people he could hire with one call and a sure-yes answer, people willing to sponsor expenses. But the sheer number was overwhelming to manage, the number of approvals making him question if every single choice was the right one to make. He felt like he needed to please everyone, taking it roughly the first time he had to fold his hand to give way to another person’s idea. It was rough to rule with an iron fist and impossible to satisfy every single person no matter how hard he tried. He’d been told straight that past presidents were better, and that he only won because of the last name he carried. Those words stung most, but to give way to them would only mean proving them right.

Still there were nights like these that convinced him that maybe they had been right. The school year had only just started, this was the first of many chances he could use to prove to everyone that he was so much more than his last name. His confidence isn’t sturdy even when his facade says otherwise, and everything about him is unsure at best. How could he prove he is strong when he barely makes it past the first hurdle?

Changbin felt like he’d fallen back too many steps in the single afternoon. So when he regained his composure, he went straight ahead with the obligations he left for the few hours of rest he got for the afternoon. In seconds he was dialing phone numbers he should’ve rang hours ago, gearing himself up for displeased responses and coming up with back up plans in worst case scenarios. He rings the lights and sounds rental, then the person hired for decor, then one of the sponsors for the food stalls. But, to his surprise, everyone he called talked to him calmly, sharing the same response; everything has already been settled.

It takes him the third call to check up on the council’s calendar agenda, booting up the app to check if everything on the afternoon to-do list had been ticked off. He’s surprised to find each one crossed out, the boxes faded and their text struck out with a single dash across.

The council group chat is noisy when he opens it, active with an exchange of what to do next until they notice that he’d seen the messages. Then it was a grand welcome, as grand as a bunch of exhausted students could manage anyway. He types in an apology that feels half-assed, half of his honesty too clouded by his pride. But he tries his best to lay out how his afternoon went, the reasons why he passed out in the middle of a busy day. As he expected there was a mix of emotions in its reception, others warm and others cold—unforgiving. He couldn’t blame them, if he were in their place he’d be disappointed in him too.

In the middle of the overwhelming heaviness, there are small reassurances that they got everything done today. There were little setbacks, those that required his presence but they were nothing major. He hates the show of weakness, the shake on the podium he already never felt deserving to stand behind. It’s an unnecessary comparison to make, an insecurity he couldn’t quite shake off, but he hates the realization that he’d never seen the previous president let his team carry weight the way he did today.

The second he steps outside of the campus feels like his first breath of fresh air after a long dive, his lungs finally filling with oxygen after so long. But he isn’t completely free of its shackles, his shortcomings dragging along and scraping on the pavement as he crossed the street to the convenience store. The weight is heavier today than most days because the half-day he spent out of it was a tedious chunk of time that went to waste. There were still deadlines to meet and he’s not sure how to make sure everything still fits before the events starts.

But for now, he’s starving and he momentarily reassures himself that he’ll settle everything once his head clears.

He pushes the door open, greets the staff before heading to the ramen aisle as if his feet were on auto-pilot. There is no choosing to do when his favorite is available, he picks it out with a packet of cheese and a side-dish before he spins back to the counter.

Then the door swings open, the silence of the early night in the convenience store shattered when someone walks in, screaming into the phone in their hand.

“I said ‘okay’, okay?! I’ll be home as soon as I’m done. I couldn’t answer your calls because, as I told you, we were busy. I’m at the 7/11 by the school and I’m heading home after I eat. Goodbye!” Changbin didn’t need to eavesdrop too close to know that whoever was on the other end of the line didn’t have a chance to rebut before the line went dead.

His ears ring with the familiarity of the voice, the thin rise of pitch as it gets more and more frustrated. It’s the same one he heard during meetings when opposing parties started disagreeing, the one that tries to quiet the room in a calmer way than he did. He doesn’t think that you saw him and by the time he finished paying, you had already disappeared down the aisle to the back of the store. When he reached you, your pockets were full with your hands, your phone nowhere to be seen now. You stared down the chillers as you tried to pick out from the wide variety of drinks the store had to offer.

He watches as you pick up a can of soda, your nimble fingers peeking out of your sweater sleeves to clutch the aluminum can.

“You’re scary to talk to on the phone. You sure you didn’t get them deaf?”

Your hands curl around the door, pushing it back shut to reveal who stood behind the frosted glass. Changbin stood with one hand waving at you, the other hooked around the plastic bag filled with the things he bought. “You’re here!” you beam at him, nudging his shoulder as you pass him on your way to the counter. “Are you okay now?”

Was he okay now? Changbin wasn’t sure why he dwells on the question far longer than he needs to. It was a standard question to ask for someone who passed out and spent the afternoon knocked out in the school clinic. But for him, it was overwhelming, a subtle culture shock. Has it been that long since he wanted someone to check up on him that when someone finally did, he’s stumped?

“Binnie?”

The nickname lures his mind out of the space it had wandered into, his head snapping up to meet your gaze as you glanced at him over your shoulder. He follows you blindly, weaving through the convenience store to pick up a bag of chips before heading to the counter. “I woke up so I’m fine, I guess?” he says. “The nurse mentioned that you took something from my bag?”

“Oh, yeah!” You set the items on the counter before you shrug off your bag strap, ripping the zipper open to hand the binder—now, lighter—back to him. “There were letters we needed to submit today. I remembered they were with you but I didn’t get to ask for them back before what happened. I didn’t take anything else, I promise.”

“It’s fine.” He takes the file back, holding it between fingers.

The man behind the counter scans both items through, announcing the total in a grumble afterwards. Before you could fish out the bills from your wallet, Changbin slides over a few bills.

You spin around to him to find him looking away, avoiding your gaze. “Really?”

“It’s nothing. A little thank you for taking over earlier. I couldn’t function well anymore.”

You mutter a thank you to him then at the cashier then proceed to swipe your items up before they could bag them up in plastic. “Normal. No sleep and no food? Anyone wouldn’t function right that way.”

The room falls quiet as they split, you heading for the tables and him rounding back to prepare his meal. Your sudden appearance clears a patch in the clouds and allows a stream of light through the overcast. Somehow Changbin forgets what he’d been worried about, his mind set back into the present instead of worrying of what could go wrong in the upcoming days. He makes his way back to the front, finding your table and sitting across you.

Before he even asks you, you give him a run down of everything you got done—reading through the notes you’ve typed in your phone. He listens, nodding as you went, one task after the other as was listed on his own list. You’ve been to places today, all of which he would’ve gone to if he managed to pull through. But you did fine on your own, only having one incident set back the schedule a bit.

“They didn’t believe me when I told them I was calling for the SSA reservation,” you say, looking up to him. You startle when you find him looking down at you from across the table. The smile you give him is shy, small and sheepish, then you bow your head again. “I can’t believe you needed to do all that on your own. We were moving in teams and it was still a lot to handle.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it isn’t.” This time, you’re the one to meet his gaze, your brows in a thin knitted line over the bridge of your nose. “We’re a council of people and you’re doing everything on your own?”

With a single question, Changbin feels seen, the conversation heading somewhere he’d been avoiding for a while now. “It’s nothing I can’t do.”

“And look where that got you.” When he looks at you, he knows that you’re oblivious of the echo you’ve started in his mind. He never thought he’d hear it from you, his own words thrown back at him as if to call out that he’d lost sight of the principles he lived by, like he couldn’t bring himself to practice what he used to preach.

“I never thought I’d hear you scold me,” he says, shoving noodles into his mouth to avoid the way you were looking at him—the way you saw right through every wall he’d put up.

“All I’m saying is don’t do everything when there are other people willing to help. We feel helpless and useless with you doing everything.” You’re talking to the table now, fingers playing with the chip’s wrapper now that you’ve eaten everything. “It’s almost like you look down on us, like you don’t trust us. We’re elected officers too, you know. The responsibilities that come with the titles are things we’re willing to do.”

Your eyes wander over to his and where he searches for resentment, he finds none. “I’m sorry. I never thought that you guys would feel that way. It feels like I’m putting too much burden on you.”

“Please, you’re doing enough, Changbin. Wish I heard that apology from someone else though,” you backtrack and it cracks a smile on his face and yours. “Next time, split the work with everyone equally. If you want to do a bit more, feel free, but don’t leave us with nothing entirely.”

He nods his head.

“Promise?”

In the space between you, you held out your hand. You had three fingers folded, pinky jutting out his way. Pinky promises were a thing of the past, something he hadn’t used in keeping promises since he was in middle school. Promises had long lost their meaning, the power of locked pinkies no longer strong enough to keep what had been agreed upon.

But tonight, he makes an exception, especially with him being on the keeping end. It was something for the better after all. What reason did he have not to keep it?

“Promise,” he agrees, offering his pinky for yours to curl around.

You lock your fingers together, grinning as you pull his hand up to seal them with a thumb to thumb touch. “Make sure of it or that finger comes off the next time you try to shoulder everything.”

The moment shatters when your phone’s vibrations ripple across the table, seconds before it begins to ring. Your hand hurries up to lock it, the phone going silent before too many heads turn in your direction but you leave the call unanswered. “I gotta go,” you tell him.

“I can drive you,” he says, downing the last of his soup before standing right after you do. While he fears indigestion, he couldn’t have you sticking around for him.

“It’s a waste of gas! Save the Earth, I only live a few blocks away.”

“Then I can walk you home.”

So he does. You walk out the 7/11 together, one following right after the other, and into the empty sidewalks. It was getting later by the minute and the streets on this side of town were growing more and more quiet as most of its occupants settled inside the comfort of their homes.

The world around you still moves in the dying pace of the daylight rush but you walk at a leisurely pace. The cars speed past you, beating red lights, and leaving a cacophony of sharp beeps in its wake. The air is cooler now that fall was creeping in but the wind still carried a faint touch of summer warmth. Either that or Changbin felt that way because, for the first time since he started walking around the block to clear his mind, he had someone with him.

You weren’t even talking or touching, just walking side by side on the wide sidewalks as others passed you without even batting a glance your way. There’s a sense of relief that he hadn’t spiralled further than he would’ve. Tonight, he doesn’t feel lonely and he’s thankful for the company.

“Thank you.” The phrase comes out of nowhere as they stop by a red pedestrian light. The world falls out naturally but out of context. When you look back at him with a confused expression, he knew there was a need to elaborate further. “For covering for me earlier,” because he knows you were the one pulling the strings and everyone else just followed, “and for keeping me company,” because his thoughts would’ve gotten to him if you weren’t around.

You beam at him, smiling back as the lights ahead blinked green. “Thank you for offering to walk me home and of course, the free food,” you answer. “Asking for help isn’t really a sign of weakness, if you’re worried about that.”

He nods as he listens, even when the piece of advice was bound to slip his mind sooner or later. Your reminders were things he once lived by, some he said like a broken record to other people. To Chan when he was overworking himself the year before, to Minho when he got himself into one sticky situation after the other, or to anyone who needed to hear it. But he discovered that it was harder to carry it out, his own internalized dispute with seeing dependency as a sign of not being strong enough weighing him down more than keeping him balanced.

Hearing the same things echoed back at him was warming, even when he knew the deep-rooted mindset would require much more than that to uproot, he would at the very least try. It was a start, a tentative step in the right direction. He looks over you and the solemn face you keep as you walk down the streets. There was something about another presence orbiting, having someone ask how he was holding up that meant a lot more than he thought. He was always used to carrying himself, carrying everyone else’s burdens, utterly unaware that he was bearing more than his limit.

But tonight, there was someone else willing to hold up the light for him as he waded through the dark parts of his thoughts, one who was willing to stick by as his facade crumbled, one who allowed him to rest when pretending became too tiring. Walking alongside a person whose concern bled between words and actions, he feels how it’s like to be the one to be reached out to, to be the one holding on to the helping hand not being the one to reach out. And while it doesn’t feel the same, his mind at war that he doesn’t deserve a treatment this gentle, it’s nice to have someone guide him through the dark even just for now.

The establishments die down at the next corner, the commercial area slowly turning into a quiet neighborhood. Here, the buildings no longer held up bright signs for businesses. The tall, narrow houses stood side by side in varying heights on the slope leading uptown. You stop abruptly, a few doors down from what Changbin knew to be your house.

“You can leave me here,” you say, turning to him. “Sorry for making you walk here. Now you have to walk all the way back.”

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s fine? You wouldn’t have gotten home this late if it weren’t for me. It was the least I could do.”

The look on your face tells him that you still had something up your sleeve, some kind of rebuttal that would turn in an endless rally of proving the other person wrong until you both grew tired. But your phone was ringing endlessly in your hand, the angry caller ID still blinking as you bid your goodbye.

Before Changbin could turn back the way he came, he stumbles backward, yanked by the arm. He turns and finds you behind him. “Go to sleep early, alright? Don’t bother coming to school early if you’re going to pass out halfway. We have important appointments tomorrow afternoon, so if you’re planning to skip half a day, make it the morning. You’d need the extra rest, you’ll need it for the next few days.”

You’re walking backwards from him now, up the road until you reach your house. His responses are nothing but nods, the bobbing of his head making him a tad bit dizzy until he resorts to saying ‘yes’ out loud.

It starts there, he remembers that it starts there—the little thing you shared that the rest of the world hasn’t stained with its touch. You raised a hand at him, this time it’s a thumb up as you stopped on the steps leading up to your door. “Okay?” you ask him, voice faint from the distance down the street.

Changbin holds his own hand up, thumb jutting out to mirror you. “Okay.”

It was a small thing in the grand scheme of life but he remembers the little gesture brightened his days. Mid-meetings, pre-speeches, at class when he spaces out, at the gym when the noise of the crowd seemed to drown him in thoughts of his own. It’s what keeps him reminded that in the midst of his own rainy days, there was someone out there who cared enough to make an effort to keep him dry. An umbrella against an endless downpour, a single light following him down a dark road. Just one, just you, but it’s more than enough.

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