Nervous Young Inhumans M.List

(rl/smau) SKZ x OC

Summary- Seoyoon just wants a way out..

Warnings- HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING, S/H, Depression, Anxiety, Eating Disroders, these topics will not be light i will be going into detail. there will be some dark humor on seoyoons part, there will be eventual smut, seoyoon smokes weed a lot, poly!skz, very crude language and descriptions, Seoyoon starts OF

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to be continued..

here is the playlist to get a feel for the vibe of the plot :3 !

Note- there will be a face claim but obviously you can imagine yourself or whoever you like this is just someone who i though matched the aesthetic of my character (laid back, indie style clothing) her ig is peace.yami. i've had this draft for months now and i'm excited to see what it becomes i'm very open to feedback and how i can do better so let me know 😎❤️🫶

Studio Talks- Bang Chan

word count: 1,235

Note: just something i wrote after watching one of his lives that got me emotional lololol

You're sitting on your couch, in your living room. Watching a t.v show in the dark, In your PJ's. A pint of ice cream in your hands. *ding* your phone screen lights up.  You pick it up and read the notification *찬이 의 "방"🐺Ep. 13 has started* You look at the time knowing it was late, but not exactly how late *11:30 p.m* You groaned wondering why he was up so late. So you texted him [To Chris 🐨] |why are you up so late? I see you on VLIVE| [From Chris🐨] |I could ask you the same thing. I couldn't sleep :( swing by?| [To Chris🐨] |I couldn't sleep either. I'm marathoning. But sure. Coffee and chicken?| [From Chris🐨] |Tea actually, but Yes Please 😁| [To Chris🐨] |omw be there soon| You put on some pants and one of his hoodies he left a long time ago from when they all came and cheered you up one night after a break up. He never asked for it back, despite seeing you wear it multiple times. You drove over to the JYP building and walked into the studio floor. Asking what room he was in. The guard told you and you thank him and gave him coffee and a piece of chicken and he smiled at you and said that you're too nice for the world. You knocked on the door and Chan turned and said "AH STAYS, LOOK WHOS HERE!!" you were well liked by them. Sure there were a fair amount of the sasaengs and haters. Jealous of your friendship with Chan and the boys. But. To be fair. You'd known Chan for years. The rest of the members you met only because of him. But everyone welcomed you, knowing how sweet you were. Taking the best photos of the boys. Interacting. Taking care of the members constantly. And most important to STAYS, making sure Chan and them got enough rest. So you walked in and waved. Shyly sitting down "Ah you're still going? I can come back later. I don't wanna interrupt your guys time with him" Comments flooding in "NO STAY WITH US" "AYYE SHES BACK. STAY!!!" "YOU'RE NOT INTERRUPTING. WE LOVE YOU MORE THAN WE LOVE HIM" "SHARE THE CHICKEN AND YOU CAN STAY" He looked at you "STAY have spoken. You're stuck here" So you stayed. Reading comments to him, both of you responding. Listening to music. Talking about the past. Letting STAYS know about some embarrassing moments from his childhood "guys one time he got scared because a goose was chasing him around a pond for his sandwich" You left for a brief moment to go get more coffee, because you needed a refill and you wanted to give him time with fans alone. He truly adored the personal time with them. You came back and he was ending his Live so you waited out the door. "ah she's not back yet. I'll tell her you said good bye. Thank you STAY for spending time with me. Bye STAY. Bye bye baby stays haha" and he smiled and turned off the camera. You walked in. "Ahh you're back.” "I think you're just running off pure adrenaline at this point Chris" "you're probably right" he laughed "you need to sleep" "I know... But it's hard. I think too much at night. You know me"he said, playing with the lid of his coffee smiling softly.  You just sighed. And you talked about what he was producing. He showed you some songs him and Changbin wrote for the next surprise 3RACHA mixtape. You always admired their work. The messages in their songs. The issues in the world. Mental illness. Loneliness.  Things other idols were too scared to talk about or not allowed to.  He talked to you about how he wants to have his own studio. Just his. To work in. To design and decorate. How he can't wait to do a world tour. Go everywhere to meet STAY. In person face to face. You talked about your dreams. Your schooling. How you wanted to travel. Help others around the world. Learn different languages and cultures. You talked about intimate things. Like the act of sex. Not in a sexual context. But the action of being vulnerable. Naked. Not just physically. But emotionally and mentally. You talked about books. Music. Old memories. You guys laughed together. You loved seeing him like this. So happy. His eyes scrunching up and his mouth wide open, giggles falling out. He told you about how he felt lonely at night. When it was dark, in the room he shared with Binnie. Staring at the ceiling in the silence. While everyone else throughout the dorms was asleep. How he knew he had you, and STAY and the members. But he can't help but feel alone in those moments. How Sometimes he wishes there was someone he could hold and love. And you felt sorry for him. And you related. It was hard for you too. Living practically alone. Your roommate always out with her other friends, or boyfriend. Sleeping over at his apartment. Sometimes for days. You felt lonely in those at night too. You hadn't been in a relationship for maybe almost 2 years. Not even really dating. Maybe a date or two. But nothing went anywhere. And as for Chan, you knew after he joined JYP that he couldn’t. He was too busy. You looked up after spacing out. He was crying. His head held down. Tears silently and slowly falling. You got off your chair and kneeled down in front of him. "Hey hey don't cry Channie" "why do I feel this way? I don't understand. Why?" He whispered "it's ok. It's okay to feel this way" you took his face in your hands "Look at me Chris" And he looked up to meet your eyes "I hate this feeling. Feeling empty. Especially when I have so much to be thankful for. Isn't that shallow of me?" he looked angry at himself "Chan stop. Don't say that. You're one of the most hardworking caring people I know. This feeling will go away soon. And I will help you through it. I promise. No matter what or when. You're not shallow. It's ok to feel empty and lonely.  Especially being an idol. It makes things allot harder. But I know you can do this. You won’t feel like this forever" you reassured. "Now stand up" You both stood up. He looked at you. Tears streaming out faster from his eyes. And you took him into your arms. Your heart breaking at his sobs. His repeating of the words "I don't understand. I don't wants to feel this way" he held onto you tight. Sobbing into your shoulder. You stroked the back of his head. Tears streaming down your own face "I will always be here for you. No matter what. No matter when. You're my best friend. And I'd do anything for you. I love you" you choked out "I love you too" he whispered And you stood there holding each other until god knows when and you guys went back to his dorm. The boys sound asleep. You led him to his room. Made sure he fell asleep and you slept on the couch. Too tired to drive home. Besides, you wanted to be there for him in case he still couldn’t sleep.  LOLOLOL THIS A LOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT AND TOOK A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DIRECTION THAN I INTENDED SORRY. I'M HURTING. YOU'RE HURTING. LOLOL OOPS

》6:54pm《

Imagine going to a Stray Kids Fansign. 3racha performing 'Wow' and when Han's part 'Wow she's hot' comes he looks at you, winking. You're just chuckling lightly at your boyfriends action and winking back, which makes him blush a bit.

#alittlebreakfromlife

Cuz he is trying to show off his bad boy side, but we all know that he is a baby💜💜

next to you

• angst, fluff-ish

• Word Count: 1.3k words

• chan x fem!reader

• a/n: lemme just wsrn y'all- it's 3.45 am rn. I finished it at like.. 2 am, then I edited the pic until 3, then I proofread until now??? Idk HAHAHA I lost track of time. This is prolly full of grammatical errors so sorry in advance hehe but I hope that you guys love it! I wish y'all a great day, and if you didn’t have a great day, I hope this could help to cheer u up. pics arent mine but the edit is mine.

- Rei <3

Patiently, she waited for the creaking of the front door being opened.

Patiently, she waited for the sound of keys clinking against the others.

Patiently, she waited for him to come home.

Wrapping the soft, furry blanket around her tightly, she patiently waited for him at the couch, accompanied by the light hum of the classical music playlist played on her phone. The blanket that she received as an anniversary gift from Chris greatly resembles him, she believes. Its soft, delicate features remind her of the kindness in his every smile and the benevolence of his very soul. The strongly weaved fabric is closely akin to that of his powerful, brave character. And of course, the warmth. He and the blanket never failed to flood her with warming comfort whenever she holds either or both of them close to her form. Whenever he's away because of work, the blanket was enough to keep herself from missing his presence too much.

But tonight, the blanket was merely just a piece of clothing to fight the chill of the cold, lonely night.

Cupping the coffee mug with both of her hands to warm them up, she blew on the hot beverage then carefully took a sip. It's past 2 am, but Chris wasn't home yet. Chris is a man of his words, and he told her that he'll come home so she will wait, patiently, to be able to greet him with her signature warm hugs. Time passes slowly, and with every tick of the clock, her eyelids grew heavier. She drank the rest of the hot beverage, but it didn't do much to keep her eyes peeled open. Just as she was about to fall into a deep slumber, she heard the sound of the keys clinking against the others, followed by the creaking sound of the door being opened. Immediately, her consciousness was awakened and she stood up.

Finally.

An ear-to-ear smile slowly made its way up to her lips, eyes twinkling in both excitement and relief, as Chris's tired figure appeared into the living room. She walked to him and placed a chaste kiss on his cheeks as he hung his coat on the coat rack. "Welcome home, my love. I've been waiting for you."

"Hmm," he replied coldly, brushing past her to sit on the couch. Disappointment, worry, and sadness swept over her all too quickly. Taking a seat beside him with a good personal distance, she gulped before she asked, "How was your day?"

He was silent for a moment. And then, "Awful, my love, bloody awful," he says in a weary sigh. He leaned his head on the backrest of the couch, draping his arm over his eyes to shut the faint light of the living room that penetrates through his eyelids. "You shouldn't have waited for me," he said, his tone emotionless, or so he tries to make it sound like that. Seeing her waiting for him up until this late lifted his spirit in a way that nobody could ever do, for it reminded him of how dependable she could be, but that does not restrain him from feeling a pang of dreading guilt - he knew how badly she needs sleep.

"I couldn't sleep because I keep worrying about you," she says as if she's confessing a grave sin, quite scared that she might get scolded. She noticed his hand forming tight fists, his knuckles turning even paler than his pale skin tone. At that moment, she knew something bad happened, and she has to know. She reached for his hand, and it was cold against her touch. Leisurely, Chris's fist softens, then she took that chance to intertwine her hands with his. It fits perfectly with each other.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She considerately asks, gently rubbing the top of Chris's hand with her thumb to help him ease a bit, hopefully.

Chris was silent. "It's alright, we can talk about it whenever you want." She said, and he felt her slight smile at his bleary figure. He sat up straight and looked at her, lightly squeezing her hands in his. She only smiled.

"I'm sorry." His voice broke, tears threatening to fall from both his eyes.

"There's nothing to feel sorry for, my love," she chuckled light-heartedly, then held his other hand with hers and intertwined them.

"I-I'm so sorry," his voice broke again, and it broke your heart as well, "work is very demanding. I'm supposed to take care of you, but I always - always come home late."

A tear escaped, then another followed, then he finally broke down in front of her. But she was more glad than afraid, glad that her fiancè could now let go of what he bottled up for so long. With his shoulders slumped weakly, she pulled him into an embrace. He snuggled his face into her neck, then said, "The boss almost fired me. N-now I'm worried I'll m-make another dumb mistake. I-I just want to do a good job, but I can't even finish a single task without getting scolded at! Y-you already covered for this and last month's rent, I... I c-can't have you paying for another. I'm sorry.."

"Chris," she pulled away and cupped his cheeks, wiping off the tears with her thumb and her palm ever-so-carefully, "look at me. Please."

And he looks at her. His eyes continued to glimmer, for the tears kept falling down. It hurt her even more. But she smiled. Tenderly, she puts a kiss on his forehead, and his worries had gone in an instant as if it weren't there before. All his uncertainties, his insecurities, his weariness - everything left his body, his soul, and a smile - finally, a smile evoked. He knew he was the luckiest man to be walking this earth for having a strong woman beside him - she lifted him up whenever he falls down the abyssal pit of his greatest downfalls, she made him cackle like an innocent child after crying a river, she was his anchor in life's raging sea of unfortunate and fortunate events. Oh, he could never wish for more.

"Everything is going to be fine, my love," she said, and he knew, even without fate's approval, that everything will be just fine. "Please, don't feel guilty anymore. I know you feel like you're breaking the promise we made about not patronizing the either of us, but no. You're not. It's just that we're going through some challenges - a bump on the road, or something like that - and it happened to be your job that became our hurdle so I have to pay for our rent. It's not your fault, my love. We're in this together, right? I'm just helping you, and now I want you to help me by keeping the fight on. You understand?"

"I do. I love you," He breathed.

She smiled, a smile he will never, ever get tired off, "I love you, too."

~

Two months passed by quickly. After that night of Chris's break down, everything seemed to become normal in his workplace because he comes home tired, yet cheerful. And he became more cheerful as the days passed, much to her relief.

As she was writing an article for the local newspaper, her phone suddenly rang. She took it and saw that it's Chris who's calling her. She answered it, "hello?"

"I hope you're not busy tonight because I want to go out with you for dinner, my treat," he said, and she felt him grinning hard because his voice sounded so composed - too composed, in fact, that it sounded like he would scream so loud at any moment.

She smiled with playful curiosity, "Well, kind of. But I'm willing to free my time for you because it seems like something should be celebrated tonight."

"Damn straight, my love. I got promoted as the Vice President of the company!"

Another Second With You.

Han Jisung X Reader

Summary: When you arrived to the dorm, you dont expect to walk into the equivalent of a hurricane, generated by none other than 7 boys and your childish boyfriend.

Genre: VERY FLUFFY!!!

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Holding the door open with your foot, you squeeze into the entryway, juggling a container full of cookies and your bag from one hand to the other. You somehow manage to slip off your shoes and close the door behind you.

“Guys!” You yell, focusing your eyes on the dorm in front of you.

“Y/N!!”

Upon hearing the shouts of your name, you walk towards the source of the noice, but your path is obstructed by none other than Minho, who smirks evilly.

Oh no...

A simple grip on your wrist is all it takes, being whisked away in an instant, the container and your bag taken out of your grip by another member.

“What are you...what are you doing?”

You stumble into the living room, begin lead by Minho on a path that you had no idea what the destination could be.

“Shh, we’re taking you hostage.”

Well, that was definitely not the answer you‘re expecting.

“They’ve got Y/N!”

Hyunjin’s voice is startling, making you jump as the remaining 7 members pop out from random places within the living room.

Placing your hands up in surrender, you gaze around the room in confusion. This is a game right?

“Minho, it’s over.”

Jisung’s voice comes clearly from behind you.

You whip around, taking in his presence. Blue smudges of what looks like paint are in simple lines on his cheek. He gives you a cheeky wink before taking a red flag from Minho’s waistband, something you hadn’t noticed when you’d seen him.

Looking clearly around, you can see that the 8 boys are divided into 2 teams, Red and blue, each member sporting painted cheeks or a coloured headband to indicate their team. They’re also armed with NERF Guns, making the game a classic cliche of Capture The Flag.

“BLUE TEAM WINS!!”

A series of cheers and groans fills the air, reaching your ears in a loud screech.

“Jisung has captured the princess! Faith in humanity is restored!!” Chan yells, high fiving is fellow blue team members.

You feel yourself be picked up, bridal style that is, by a familiar pair of arms.

Jisung.

You can’t but help laugh along at the cliche, the knight getting the girl.

“A kiss m’lady? For saving your life?”

His words bring a smile to your lips, another cheeky grin spreading over his features before he presses a quick kiss to your lips.

Wolf whistles start up all around you both, causing you to bury your head into your boyfriends chest. He only laughs at the scene around him.

“Well, Y/N made cookies... We can’t let them go to waste, can we?”

Upon hearing Felix’s words, everyone nods in agreement, a quite hum taking over the extremely loud atmosphere as they venture into the kitchen.

Left literally laying in Jisung’s arms, you peer up at the boy in thought. Was he going to let you go? But moreover, did you want him to let you go?

“What are you looking at?” He asks, eyes

searching yours.

“Just you.”

His smile seems to widen as he looks down at you, every single bone in his body trying so hard not to fall in love with you right then and there.

As he sets you down, you can’t but help pull him in for another kiss, craving the warmth of his lips on yours.

This kiss was a little different, being more... longing than the other. Feelings of passion, comfort, and love are poured out in the short kiss. A longing reminder that despite your time apart- you were there to say hello again, to say goodbye again, and to say I love you again and again for the rest of your lives.

Pulling back, the boy in front of you still had his cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“C’mon,” you say, waving your hand to bekon him to the kitchen, “all the cookies will be gone before we get there.”

But Jisung simply takes your hand in his, pulling you closer to him once again, forehead coming to rest on yours.

“I think It’s a risk I’m willing to take for just another second with you.”

Dating Felix Would Include...(Rewrite!)

A/N: okay so im finally on Christmas break and I reread my last fic and I just......like yo why I made it so cheesy this is lix we’re talking about, so I’m rewriting it uwu

Humble Beginnings

okay kiddos lets address the elephant in the room

lee felix is madly in love with your fine ass

like damn how’d he get so lucky

lets just say he went to order his daily coffee and JUST

THERES A FUCKING ETHEREAL BEING SITTING AT TABLE EIGHT

whew consider him whipped cream

anyways

he asked for your number after like

three weeks of staring at you from across the coffee shop since you go there nearly every day

and of course you said yes because  f r e c k l e s

but he kinda scared you with his DEEP ASS VOICE

and you been kinda spyin’ too 

yall are creeps in love uwu

First Date

he probably texts you everyday uwu

“good morning! have you eaten yet? if not I know this breakfast joint in town :)”

he finally asked you out on an ACTUAL date after months of hanging out

and of course this being felix

it was an arcade date

YALL WERE SO CUTE THOUGH UGH

he wanted to get you a stuffed panda from the prize counter

and even thought you said “I don’t necessarily need it, don’t worry about it!”

but of course he insisted

after nearly twenty rounds of those aggravating jackpot games he finally managed to get it for you

you still have it-

sorry, felix dubbed him “pan-pan”

you still have pan-pan in your room

you don't really know if you’ll ever get rid of him

not that you want to

Domesticity

okay but when felix comes to your house he’s always around you

like he will never stop clinging to you

when you cook, he’ll give you backhugs

when you’re sitting on the couch, he’ll lay his head on your lap

he’ll cling to your side in bed

he’ll even wait outside the motherfuckin bathroom door for you

and he’s always so happy

even if yall are just staying inside and cuddling for the day

but there are some times when he kinda just

breaks down

and when felix cries he cries

its never just a few tears

he sobs fully, hiccups and sniffles until he cant breathe

and all you can do is just hold him

either until he stops crying or he just passes out

hes always trying to perfect himself, always mentioning something along the lines of, “if I don’t work hard enough, I could get kicked out again”

you try to explain to him that sometimes his ‘best’ isn’t going to be the same as someone else’s ‘best’

he never really says anything, just quietly sniffles as he listens to your advice

but he always thanks you afterwards

he’ll kiss your cheeks and cuddle you

“thank you so much, love, you have no idea how much I love you”

y’all are so cute I uwued

Just Couple Things

okay but he calls you so many pet names omg

“love”

“angel”

“baby”

“babe”

occasionally “baby girl/boy” if he’s confident enough

cause this boy is shY

we been knew

y’all share clothes a lot too

he purposely leaves his hoodies at your place

he tries to teach you piano

and he’s the absolute cutest

because he does this little grunt when he messes up :(

and omg the kisses

there’s so many but each one of them is special uwu

neck kisses when you guys cuddle

quick pecks on the cheek before he goes to practice

forehead kisses when you meet up

nose kisses when he thinks you’re cute (all the mf time)

and when he fINALLY builds the courage to kiss your lips

ITS LITERALLY HEAVEN NGL

cause his lips are so soft and pretty :(

and his kisses are so gentle and delicate :(

like he’s scared to hurt you :(

ugh he’s the sweetest :(

you’re so lucky

make out sessions are never really??? heated???

it’s mostly just giggling and soft kisses

and so many “I love you”’s

HIS HANDS THOUGH DKDKDKD

THEY JUST ROAM YOUR BODY AND ITS JUST SJJDJF

THE FUCK DID THIS CONFIDENCE COME FROM SIR

he’s a tease though

he’ll kiss you passionately and then

just lEAVE

like wow rUDE

but you love him

Overall...

felix is a really vulnerable person when it comes to his emotions

He loves wholeheartedly

pls love him as much as he loves you

he literally believes you’re his soulmate so pls treat him the same

y’all are so cute I’m uwuing again

[10:29 pm] “(y/n)?” minho hears you make some noise in the bathroom, worried why you were taking forever to get in bed with him and sleep. as soon as you came out, minho set his phone beside him, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this. as soon as you came into his vision, he felt mesmerized. seeing you in the sexiest lingerie was hot for him, it excites him. “i wanted to try something new.” you sway your hips as you made your way to straddle him. “woah.” minho was in disbelief, never in a million years did he think you would do this for him. “do you like it?” you accepted his ‘woah’ as a form of him saying that he didn’t like it but oh boy were you wrong. “babe, are you kidding me? you’re look so sexy right now.” minho settled his hands on your hips, earning a smile from you. his eyes suddenly widened as he felt a hand fiddle with the hem of his pants. his face softened. “don’t worry. tonight is about you.” you kissed his cheek, reminding him how much love you have for him. you threw your hair back, focusing on pulling his pants down. “babe, you have no idea how good you look right now.” minho threw his head back as soon as you pulled his cock out of his boxers.

“are you ready?” a smirk played out on your lips. minho was sure in for a ride.

Chan !

I’m so sick and tired of watching people constantly hate on chan , obviously I understand that he made a mistake (the braid thingy ) but that was months ago and he was being ignorant (not racist) . It makes me mad to see people still throwing it in his face , even going as far as to telling him to k**l himself.

How are you going to sit here and rant about how words have effects on people and how bullying isn’t okay (in regards to sulli etc ) but then completely go against that and bully chan. It’s the same people saying this that are then telling him he should die.

If we are going to sit here and “cancel” him for the braids or the fact that he was “ racist “ then you need to keep the same energy with your other “perfect idols “ , for example if chan is cancelled

Then so is Lisa , Kai , Chenle, namjoon and so so many more idols who have done the exact same thing but haven’t received even half the amount of backlash.

I’m sorry for the rant but it needed to be said and you all need to stop being biased hypocrites and grow up a little.

*seungmin enters for his first day in chan’s team*

chan: hi-

seungmin: i heard you’re close with day6,,

chan: -...and you are?

seungmin: WHERE. ARE. THEY?!

》8:03pm《

Coming home to your favorite smell. His perfume mixed with the smell of fresh baked cookies. But still you haven't seen Chan, right afterwards you feel some hands wrapped around your waist and a warm body behind yours. 'You're finally home, come, sit down and eat some of the cookies I made' you heard him saying right next to your ear.

[01:00]

• angst, fluff

• Word Count: 900+

• Hyunjin Boyfriend!AU

You are tired. It was 1 am, 3 hours past your sleeping time. And this routine has been going on for the whole week, all because of your boss' irresponsible, selfish way of life.

Being his secretary was bearable on your first year in the company. Even if he's too strict and professional, always making sure that everything goes well in and out of his office, to the point that you thought he does not do anything in his life aside from work, and work only, it never really affected you. In fact, you did not even care. You never wanted to work for him, or for any other companies. You only did it because you're planning to go to college again, and obtain a degree in what you're really passionate about---writing.

Lately, your boss started to slack off because of some drama with his fiancee that ran away from him just weeks before their marriage. He forced you to do all of the paperworks that he intentionally forgot to do, resulting in you coming home at 1 am, but still, you weren't able to finish everything; so, you were forced to wake up earlier than usual, all because you have to finish a work that wasn't supposed to be done by a mere secretary. You don't want to do this, but the last time you made small mistake in a document that he asked for you to do, he took 25% of your monthly salary. Better not risk it, you told yourself.

But today, you've had enough.

Turns out, the document that you spent your sleeping hours on have already been done by him, and the document that you're supposed to finish for the upcoming meeting was not even started yet. He scolded you in front of your colleagues, everyone, almost hitting you with his hand, causing you to flinch. You were ready to die from embarrassment. You wished for the ground to just swallow you whole, because there was no way you would be able to look at your officemates' gazes of pity. You lost all dignity at that moment. Shameful. Even you were hating yourself for something that you were just a mere victim of. When he slammed the door in front of you, all the tears fell down. You rushed out of the whole building, not minding the blur image of the road in front of you while you're driving towards your apartment. When you arrived inside, you crashed on the bed and fell into a fitful of sobs. Your phone beeps multiple times, but you were too tired, too unstable to talk to someone, except for one.

Hyunjin.

Quickly, you took your phone out of your pocket and dialed your boyfriend's number. After the 3rd ring, he answered.

"Hey, love!" He greeted with his usual cheerful tone. It miraculously cracked a small smile on your lips, healing the wound in your heart slowly with just his voice.

"Hey," you replied with a shaky voice, then followed by a sob.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Hyunjin's tone drastically changed to a worried one. You heard a shuffle of fabric from the other line; you assumed that he stood up from the bed.

"Oh, I'm sorry you m-must've been resting- I-"

"No, it's fine," you heard some clinking of keys. "I'm on my way there, love. Wait for me, okay?"

You only nod.

Just what did you do to deserve someone like him.

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Half an hour later, both of were cuddling each other on your bed. His strong arms holding your petite frame ever so carefully, as if you are a fragile being. Figuratively, you are and you've almost broken down into million pieces, if it weren't for him holding you together. You buried your face deep in his chest as you sob almost endlessly, his warmth spreading throughout your body, blocking out the coldness of the world, of reality. He caresses your hair lovingly, running his masculine fingers through the strands, the scent of your aloe vera shampoo lightly hits his nose.

Hearing you cry like this hurts him so much. It's because you're the type of person that rarely breaks down into a fitful of sobs, always managing to keep yourself together even if you're very sensitive. You never really showed anyone your weak self, not even him. The last time he saw you as vulnerable as now was during the funeral of your parents. After that, you've kept the joyful facade.

When you calmed down for a bit, he lifted your chin slightly so you would face him. He wiped the tears away from your cheek with his thumb, then leaves a peck on your cheek.

"I swear to beat the life out of that asshole, babe," He says quietly, earning a chuckle from you. He grinned when he heard that.

"I can't even make a sarcastic remark at him," you replied.

"Promise me this, Y/N. Promise me that tomorrow morning you will resign from that damn company. I'll help you find another job," It sounded more like a plead, than an imperative.

You smiled. "I promise."

"Good. Also, Seungmin moved out today to live with his girlfriend. Please live with me. I won't take no for an answer," Hyunjin pouted, hugging you a bit tighter.

"On one condition." You smirked when a hint of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Please don't let me go."

"Never."

At that moment, everything, even time, was nonexistent. It was just you and him and the moon that illuminates the joy in your life of cruelty and sadness that holds you as if you'll disappear the moment he lets go.

And that's all that matters.

numbers [ 1 ]

• fluff, humor

• Word Count: 1.6k words

• Seungmin x reader

• a/n: another fic. yEy- first of all, thank you @fromthefields for helping me edit this fic! luv u, banana. big thanks, as well, to those who gave notes to my first ever stray kids fic! it meant so much to me ♡ and i thought u guys should know, english is just my secondary language (i'm asiaaaan y'all) so pls expect that this fic will contain LoTs oF gRaMmAtIcAl ErRoRs but feel free to send me feedbacks about it! requests are open ♡ lastly, thank you so much and i hope you like it!

The bell rang. The teacher stood up from her seat and took the whole class' exam folder with their exam materials inside from the table. She walked towards a student at the front left corner and handed it all to her.

"Please get one and pass it to the other," Ms. Kaye instructed, and the student obliged. As you all pass the materials, she started talking about the mechanics of the exam.

"If you received your examination materials already, do not open it unless I told you to do so. This examination's purpose is to assess what you have learned in your General Mathematics subject. It consists of 150 items. The instructions are clearly stated on your sheets, so please read it carefully before answering. Not following instructions will be given valid and appropriate deductions. You may use your calculators - natural, non-natural, or none at all - it doesn't matter, as long as you answer the test. You may use one to two sheets of yellow paper as scratch. You only have a maximum of 2 hours to finish the whole exam, no extensions are allowed. May God bless you, you may now start."

You opened the exam booklet, and you already have no idea what is written on number 1. You decided to skip to the second, then to the third; then, you ended up skipping the whole Test 1: Identification. You feel pathetic, but you don't regret not studying before the quarterly exam for this subject, and only for this subject. You hate Math that much.

Who the heck loves it? No one.

Except Ms. Kaye, of course.

The moment you entered the classroom, you knew you were doomed to fail this examination.  Even if you tried your best to listen to the discussions, to understand what the teacher is blabbering, to do some self study on the lessons you can't grasp -which is everything by the way, except Factorial - you still can't bring yourself to like it, or even understand it.

It's because you don't see the point of studying it. Mundane  people only use math when they buy stuff, and they only use addition and subtraction, which was taught to you when you were still at gradeschool! It's not like you'll tell the cashier to find the x in equating your change, or the exact measurement of the edges of your resume's paper to your future employer.

Despite not studying the subject because of your hate towards it, you know you can still pass it. You just need to wait for Ms. Kaye to finish looking around, and spend the remaining time in sleeping her ass off.

Five minutes later, the teacher is already retreating back to her seat, a sigh of relief escaping from her lips as she plumped herself on her chair behind the desk, then leaned against the chair's back support.

Now's your chance.

Cautiously, you took the holy sheet of paper that would save your grades from flunking inside your sweater's left sleeve carefully, doing your best to act normally as you copy all the answers printed in this little piece. You couldn't be more happy when you heard Ms. Kaye snoring.

Number by number, you started to answer quick. The 100 bucks you paid to the hacker Changbin recommended to hack Ms. Kaye's computer for the list of the correct answers and formulas for the examination was, indeed, worth the shot.

You finished the exam 30 minutes before the finishing time. Smiling widely because of your victory, you confidently walked towards Ms. Kaye then placed your examination sheet on the table. She was still asleep so you didn't ask for her permission to leave the room. You also can't spend another second inside because your dreading guilt may force you to take the exam back and confess the gravest sin you've ever done in your entire life.

So you rushed out of the room, expecting the hall to be empty because students rarely finish the exam this early except for one, and he's currently glaring hard at you.

Oh, yes. Kim Seungmin loves Mathematics, as well.

Despite the small yelp of surprise that you emitted, you pretended that you did not see him to keep yourself away from The Trouble and started to walk away, but he aggressively yanks you back then shoves you hard against the wall.

Hitting the wall with both of his fists on the either side of your head, he trapped you so wouldn't had the chance to walk away. Fear swallows you whole as his tall form towered over you, but being the stubborn person you are, you glared back.

"Let me go, Kim Seungmin," You almost growled, shoving him hard away from you to free yourself; however, he was surprisingly stronger than you because he didn't even budge. "What do you want?!"

"I saw what you did back there," he warned you in a whisper, his voice thick with anger. His glare didn't falter.

Your heart skipped a beat. The scene if you getting suspended flashed before your very eyes.

"So?" You still look at him as if he's the most ridiculous person you've ever seen, and it angered him even more.

"Tell it to the principal, then," you challenged, even if your knees are trembling out of fear, "I would even escort you there, if you like. Let's see how much of an ass-kisser you are, Kim Seungmin."

He clenches his jaws hard, his knuckles turning white from tightening his fists. A smug smirk crawled up your lips when his gaze met the ground - a clear sign that he's slowly losing. He hates being called an Ass Kisser - he hates it with his entire being! But of course, why would he let you, a sloth cheating blockhead, win against him The Kim Seungmin, defender of righteousness?

The whole school faculty loves this kid so much. Besides the fact that he's an active participant in every class and events, they love him so much for being their "ally" in torturing students with school works that teachers usually forget. His classmates hate him for that, "but what's wrong should always be punished," according to him.

"What are you waiting for, Kim Seungmin? Let's get you some teacher's ass to kiss!"

He stood up properly, still not saying a single word to you, and straightened his pastel blue checkered polo with his hands. Looking down at you, his serious expression sent chills through your spine, then what you're afraid of happening is slowly coming into reality because he started to make his way towards the Principal's office.

Curse your hubris. Curse your sarcastic nature.

"W-wait, you're serious - you'll really kiss their ass?" you stutter, your eyes starting to glimmer because of the tears threatening to fall.

He kept walking, and with every step he take away from you, the stronger your fright becomes.

"S-seungmin, wait!" You ran and stood in front of him. You put both of your hands on his chest to stop him, "P-please just- g-give me one chance - one chance!"

"You cheated, Y/L/N. I can't let you get away from it, it's unfair for all of us," he said heartlessly as he lightly shoves you away, but you're being persistent because you grabbed his sleeves and turned him around to look at you.

Swallowing all the pride left in you, you stood straight and locked your determined gaze with him.

"I'll do everything you want me to do for you. Ev-uh-rything."

He rolled his eyes. Of course, what do you expect - he'll make you do a cartwheel in front of him, then you'll both forget what happened? Why would Seungmin agree to that petty deal? That's absu-

"Fine."

Never, in your entire life, you believed in miracles, until now.

"Kim Seungmin, you're an angel." You breathed, hugging him tight suddenly. Grinning, you let him go, surprised to see his flushed face.

"Your wish is my command, your Highness" You said, mimicking the accent of those loyal British servants you usually watch in monarchial kind of movies.

"First command: go confess what you did to the principal." He ordered, turning his heel then strutted away. Unbelievable. He became personification of Lucifer that instant. A loud wheeze escaped your mouth. You bent down to take your shoe off, then threw it to him. He suddenly turned around; the shoe almost hit his face, but he was able to catch it. He glowered at you, clenching the shoe hard in his hands.

"Oh shit," you muttered.

He's still glaring.

"Icanexplain,okay? Isawabugflyingthenitlandedonyourhe-"

"See me at the library after school hours, for two weeks. Don't even think about missing a single day - I swear, don't."

He threw your shoes at you, and you caught it with both of your hands. You're still shocked, and scared, and amused quite a bit, and you prefer not to talk to anyone for the rest of the day but, "I'm sorry for what I did. I know you won't understand but- HEY! I'M STILL TALKING!"

Kim Seungmin kept walking, then disappeared around the corner of the building's exit. Looking at your shoe, you are confused of what you should feel right now. Should you be thankful because he kept quiet about what you did - but until when? He'll report it the teachers as soon as he gets the chance to, because he's always like that. Perhaps, you should be scared. But he told you to come see him at the library - not for one day, but for two damn weeks - does that mean he agreed to your deal? Also, out of all things, why... that?

These thoughts kept circling around your head throughout the whole evening, making you lose focus in painting the portrait of your father as a gift for your Mom's upcoming birthday. You ended up sketching his intimidating and stoic visage on your sketchpad.

It's gonna be one hell of a week, since you're spending it with the moral-freak, plainly irritating Kim Seungmin.

Yet, you can't believe yourself to be quite excited for whatever those two weeks hold for you.

jtwya

• fluff, humor

• Word Count: 1.5k

• HighSchool!au | transferee!woojin x reader

• a/n: hiii! i wish u had a great day, and if not, i hope this will help you smile for a bit. the reader's thoughts are in italics. thank for reading! the title sucks, bc i cant think of anything else im sorry :(( it's almost quarter to one here am here lmao

- Rei <3

ps. the photos arent mine, but the edit is mine.

"You're the shit."

"What the shit."

Hyunjin and Yeji said at the same time, but with different expressions. Typical twins. Except that you love Hyunjin's grin of fascination more than Yeji's gaze of disgust for this moment.

"I know. I'm the shit, right?" You grinned, throwing an arm over Hyunjin's shoulder to pull him close to you. You ruffled his hair playfully, earning a small giggle from him.

"No, Y/N, you look like shit. What in the world did you just do to your hair?" Yeji exclaims in disbelief as she eyes your new pixie, undercut hairstyle with light blonde highlights. You seriously don't understand why Yeji didn't like it. It's so beautiful you stared at yourself for 5 whole minutes in the mirror - that's a new record! Even your Dad was impressed by this hairstyle, and he rarely cares when it comes to these things.

"Apparently, I fell in love with Captain Marvel's hairdo. You also told me to get my hair done! " You stated defensively, which annoyed Yeji more.

She rolled her eyes at you. "I told you to get your hair done by hot-oiling it, dumb butt!"

"It's cool, you look like a boy now," Hyunjin ruffles my hair as well, "nice highlights, man! It added to the masculinity."

What. the. f-

Now that explains why Dad gave a fuck for the first freakin' time

"I'll just wish to the gods above the heavens that you didn't completely ruin your chances in dating someone this school year," Yeji sarcastically remarked.

"I don't even care anymore," you exhaled heavily, flushing all your hopes of dating someone out. You told yourself that you'll stop looking for guys and let destiny fate do their thing with you and your soulmate if there's any.

"I'm kind of tired assuming that someone would be interested in me, when society made it clear for people like me that there will never be," you ranted, followed by the sigh of defeat.

"Don't lose hope yet! Someone will see you beyond that hairstyle," Yeji half-heartedly encouraged, still a bit annoyed because of your hair.

"I'll seriously miss your long, dark hair, but I'll get used to this, hopefully." She finally smiled at you. The conversation was cut short by the first morning-bell, then students started to hurry, pushing each other rather carelessly at the hall just to make it to class before the second bell rings.

"See you at lunch!" you slightly yelled. She nodded in response as she separated herself from you and Hyunjin, who is currently doing his best to refrain from laughing hard as you put some of your things in your locker.

The hall is mostly empty by now, for the students have finally settled into their respective classrooms except for you, Hyunjin, and a boy you've never seen before in this school.

"Who's that?" You asked Hyunjin in a whisper as you watch the boy struggle in opening his locker.

"New kid, obviously," Hyunjin replies, "to be honest, I feel bad for him. That locker has been broken for god-knows-how-long and no one has ever used it until now."

"Hey!" You called out, "that locker's broken. We could share if you don't mind."

"PFFFT- Wow, Y/N, just. Wow." Hyunjin snarkily exclaimed, "that's a new kid and you're hitting on him already?"

You chose to ignore him and continued to arrange your locker so all his things could fit in. You don't really take up that much space since you carry everything in your bag because you tend to forget your assignments in your locker. You almost failed your English class because of it.

"Uhh, hi," You heard the new guy's silvery, soft voice behind you, "I'm... new here."

"Yeah, I can see that. So, what's your name?" Hyunjin asks.

"Woojin. Woojin Kim."

"All done," you turned around and gave the transferee a small smile.

"Thanks, man." He said as he placed his stuff inside your locker.

Hyunjin erupted in laughter that echoed throughout the empty hall, clapping his hands in pure amusement at the same time, which only added to your annoyance.

This Woojin guy looks at the both of you, confused as to why you're giving him a bitch face and Hyunjin laughing so hard. "Did I do something wrong?"

". . . I'm a girl."

"Oh, you are?"

Hyunjin cackles even harder, almost becoming the epitome of ROTFL; and you couldn't be more irritated when you see Woojin's look of pure astonishment. Do I really look like a guy?' But there's no point in arguing. You love this hairstyle nevertheless, and you know that you'll rock it whether you'll look like a guy or a gal. The second bell rang, signaling the start of the class. Good thing your first class is Biology, which is found right beside your locker row and your teacher is always 30 minutes late.

Ignoring the now calm Hyunjin and embarrassed Woojin, you entered the room and went to your seat. Woojin and Hyunjin follow you inside, as well. Hyunjin then goes to his seat at the back row, never forgetting to send you a teasing wink as he passed by.

Woojin eyes the classroom for a moment to look for an empty seat, then he found the one and only vacant spot, which was next to yours. Letting what he said slip away doesn't mean that you'd do the same with your burning annoyance, so you decided to act as if he had disappeared into thin air.

You felt him start to walk towards you, but you kept your head down to avoid eye contact. As soon as he sat on the chair, he spoke up. "Hey, I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, or whatsoever."

You looked at him with a raised brow, meeting his slightly serious gaze, to which you chuckled because you find it surprisingly cute of him to be this worried. Your annoyance immediately dissipated as if it was never there. "We're cool, man. No need for apologies."

"As a matter of fact, I find y-"

Woojin was cut off when the door slammed open, then your Biology teacher came in sight, still looking fresh as ever. Your class lowkey thinks that he's spending an hour in the mirror just to "fix" himself, that's why he's always late.

Woojin didn't bother continuing what he wants to tell you because his focus is now on the teacher, as he waits to be called to introduce himself. You didn't mind, though. You can always ask him about it later. Doodling on the back of your notebook is more interesting.

The teacher finally noticed Woojin and he formally introduced himself in front of the class, but with whatever the weirdest reason Mr. Lee has, he started to ask Woojin some silly questions, and you assumed that he's being lazy today and wants to spend the half-hour in doing nothing but joking around.

"So Woojin, what talents do you have?" He asks, sitting on top of his desk.

Woojin nervously fidgets his fingers, yet he answered, with a confident tone, "I sing, sir."

"Really? Care to sing your favorite line in your favorite song?"

He nodded. You're still not paying attention because you're busy perfecting the Pikachu doodle in your notebook. It's gonna be my first-ever masterpiece, even Jisung would be jealous.

But the moment he started singing, his voice cut through your focus then your eyes snapped towards him. Amazement widens your eyes, your mouth gapes in surprise as his voice - his sweet, angelic, and perfectly in-tuned voice - resonates through the whole room.

"When I see your face," he sang, as his eyes wander to the back of the room, "there's not a thing that I would change..."

"'Cuz you're amazing," his gaze met yours, then Civil War suddenly took place inside your stomach, "just the way you are."

The room fell silent, everyone still amazed and shocked. Your gazes are still locked, but you averted it as soon as the sound of Mr. Lee's handclaps broke through the silence, everyone then followed, some even whooping a little. But you're still dumbfounded because of what he did.

What the fuck was that, Woojin?

"But wait, I noticed you directing your gaze towards Chloe as you sang. It's for her, isn't it, Woojin?" Mr. Lee suggestively said, wiggling his brows at him playfully. Your classmates started to cheer loudly, whooping even louder, and a friend of Chloe yelled 'she's single, Woojin!' Woojin rubbed his back of his neck sheepishly, failing to answer because of his nervousness. You are kind of disappointed, but not surprised because new kids always pine up over Chloe - your school's very own It Girl. You thought Woojin would be an exception, but clearly, you are wrong.

Finally, Mr. Lee let Woojin take a seat then started lecturing. "I'm glad I discovered that hidden talent of yours," you whispered to him, nudging his side playfully with your elbow when he sat down.

"But I wasn't looking at Chloe. I swear." He whispered back, sending you a wink. It's not the Civil War that's happening anymore - it's actually the Endgame.

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