➺ summary: you awaken in an uncomfortably small and tight room, covered in blood and unsure of where exactly you are. you realise what youve been put into upon the voice of an unknown individual laughing at your frailty. youve joined a death game, currently riding an elevator that rapidly travels up, with your only way to freedom and safe living to escape through each level
➺ series: the hellevator ; stray kids fan fiction series
➺ type: interactive fan fiction ; reader participation
➺ genre: mystery, horror, thriller, detective
➺ chapter: prologue
➺ word count: 1,2k
➺ warnings: swearing/curse words present. graphic descriptions of gore, body parts, mental health, sickness and claustrophobia. if you can not handle the listed components well, please immediately disregard reading this story
➺ notes: an old fanfiction that i actually never finished upon writing the first chapter! i wonder if ill ever continue this series????
まぁ、結局人生はずっとそうだったかも。
辛いけど、自分でそういう生きてるのを習わなきゃね。
You can’t remember anything.
It was all black.
Your mind was foggy, empty, cleared,
There was nothing.
Everything around you was dark, plain and filled with nothingness.
You couldn’t remember a single thing, everything in the world was gone from your head except your own name.
Y/N, it was.
But now it was all gone.
Everything… Missing.
But why did you feel like you were placed in this emptiness for a reason? A purpose? Will you find your way out of it?
Will you ever get out of this madness?
Nothing else could be heard around you except the clanking noises of metal against metal, working machinery coming in contact with each other as you felt your whole world shake underneath your lying body. It resulted in loud ringings in your ears, that indescribable sound that seemed to ring on forever and ever without an end.
You had no idea where you were. You had no idea who you were.
It was just your weak body, laying flat on a cold mesh surface with eyes shut, pain flooding through your body and nothing but the accompanying noise to wake you up from your strange and everlasting deep sleep.
In a flash, your eyes shot wide open, blood shooting through your body as your brain starting powering, the network of nerves in your body sending you into shock which resulted in you sitting upright almost immediately.
You had never recognized this place. You have never seen it before in your entire life. You knew this place wasn’t familiar, but something about it screamed “seen before” in your head.
Your head turned to all different directions, looking beside you at the four walls which formed a square shaped room, illuminated by a small faint yellow lamp that swung from side to side above your head. One of the walls in particular had caught your eye, two set of metal clamps jammed shut together which almost looked like doors of some sort.
The place was giving you nightmares once your head turned to the writings on the wall which you had never noticed until you paid attention to it. Written in red ink, the color of blood almost, was the words “death”, “sins” and “demons” in bold lettering, painting the three walls aside from the wall with the door.
It wasn’t to your liking, the room you woke up in began to feel darker and darker once you noticed gruesome things appearing around you. Bloody handprints were painted near the door, red seeping from above the cracks of the little room as it ran down the side, dripping slowly.
In one corner of the space you had, you were almost about to throw up when you saw what looked like cut up intestines and organs stashed into the corner like a pile of rubbish. Those organs alone gave the most disgusting smell you’d ever smelt before after realising they look fresh and still had some red blood on them as well.
Still in your weak state, you picked yourself up, pushing yourself onto your feet with your dirtied hands as you stood up, realising your clothes you wore were ripped, all in black and had some stains in them. They didn’t seemed to be washed at all, much of the stench lingering around your nose.
“Where the fucking hell am I…” You murmured, letting out a loud groan of pain when you felt your left leg jolt in shock, making you grab your balance on the railings of the wall and stumbling over.
“What is this place…” You wondered, looking around you further after you noticed the flash of red light shining into your eyes.
Before you could answer more questions, the room you were in had suddenly dropped, your feet lifting off the ground for a split second when the red flashing light came to a stop. Trying to comprehend the situation and on the verge of eliminating all your stomach contents, you looked above the door and noticed a set of words appearing on this strip of machinery, flashing brightly in your eyes.
“You’ve awoken.” A voice boomed through an unknown source. It made you jump in shock as you shuffled to your feet and look at the words on the strip which had spelt exactly what the unknown voice had said.
“Weak, tired, pathetic peasant.” The voice, almost as deep as a male’s snickered, addressing those words towards you.
“Where the hell am I…” You answered back, snapping at the voice as you tried to seek for the source of the sound.
“That information is not for your knowledge. You should only learn what is important, Kim Y/N.”
“How do you know my name… Who are you!?” You yelled, veins popping from your neck as you yelled at the voice booming at you. You were angry, but terrified at the same time.
This person was speaking to you, messing with your head as you tried to look for them, knowing your name, calling you pathetic and a fool and yet you still had no idea who they were, who you were and where you were.
“That, Kim Y/N is for you to find out for yourself. You’re not put in here for no reason.”
You felt yourself stumble from side to side, getting harder to keep yourself up straight and on your feet when you felt your nausea kick in, leaning over a railing and finally getting rid of your stomach contents from inside onto the floor beside your feet.
It kept on going, the sick feeling inside you eating its way out as all you could do was throw up everything you had onto the floor and be left with it there with the smell of blood, fresh organs and other components mixed in with it.
It was gruesome, stuffed into a compact space with nothing but yourself, a faint yellow light from the ceiling, disassembled body parts and a voice talking to you that was making you insanely crazy.
It wasn’t long before your vomit stopped pouring out of you, brushing away your saliva off the corner of your lips as you breathed heavily, a flood of thoughts rushing through you head by the minute as nothing but the sound of hard metal and the moving room filled up the little space.
“Get me out of here… Get me out…” You could only spurt out in short breaths, on the verge of collapsing to the floor again when the voice boomed and the small box above the door began spelling words in red LED lights.
“You were put in here for a reason, Kim Y/N. There is only one way out of this place but it won’t be easy for a fool like you…”
“Just get me out, dammit!”
“With the result of a price. If you want to get out of this place, then you must obey the rules to get what you want, but it pays a lot of your fortune.”
“All I want is to get out of here, I want to leave this place, stop torturing me…” You let out desperately, dropping onto the floor and collapsing onto your side, leaning your head against the blood coated mesh floor.
“Then your command will be granted if you wish to accept the rules of your escape route. As said, Kim Y/N…”
“It’s not easy.”
You thought about it for a few moments, the time ticking inside your head. To be precise, you had no idea what time it was as well. How long did a second last? Was there time in the first place? It all was gone and all you could think of in that small moment was your escape, an exit, your road to freedom to get out of that hell you were in.
“If it’s going to get me out of this freaking hell, then I’ll do it, I’ll do it if it means I get out of here alive…”
With that sentence said, you heard the voice chuckle, a short laugh blasting into the small room.
“A very wise choice.” They said in approval. “As you have now granted your wish, you shall begin your escape. It all starts with the push of a button, Kim Y/N.”
You were wondering what they were suggesting, but you didn’t care the littlest bit. Nothing mattered to you more then than to escape out of that place and to leave unharmed, to get out of there and wish it never started ever again.
Before you knew it, a new source of light shone in the corner of your eyes from the faint light, a flashing bulb of red illuminated beside the two metal doors.
It was that very moment in time, you finally realized where you were, what you were doing and what your whole purpose was. You recognized that beam of red light somewhere before, you knew where it came from, but you didn’t think you’d find yourself stuck inside one playing a death game.
The new light that had illuminated was the words, “Level 1” in red and a small button beside it. You had never noticed it before, but underneath that button, was yet another 9 set of buttons with their own level running down underneath each other. Above was the Level 1 one button was the word, “HELL” in all bold letters.
A new memory was regained in your mind, everything was slowly being pieced back together again as you picked yourself onto your feet and stumbled to the button step by step. You had no other choice. It was now or never. Live or die. That button was your only escape route if you wanted to get out of there.
You were stuck in an elevator, you knew it, and it was just you, the button and the metal door now. Without hesitation, you took in a deep breath to recollect your thoughts, closing your eyes for a moment before your finger was in contact with the button.
With a faint beep, the button turned a brighter red as you felt the ground beneath you sink, dropping a few heights before stopping at what you believed to be, “Level 1”.
“You signed a death wish, Kim Y/N. Remember what you have been put in here for. Your only challenge here is to simply survive.”
“Welcome, to the Hellevator.”
Without waiting, the metal door in front of you opened wide, greeting you with a room of pitch black and darkness as you took a step out the elevator. It wasn’t long before your journey would start, and you’d find yourself beginning your escape out.
PART TWO YET TO BE WRITTEN. IF YOU WOULD LIKE MORE FROM THIS SERIES, DO COMMENT SO THEN I KNOW TO CONTINUE THIS!
; summary: you’re a simple lady. you see a guy that smells like suspicion and your interest in him immediately fades away. while thats the case most of the time, one guy in particular sticks out, but according to your friend, what they appear at first may not be what they truly are once you get to know them.
; genre: romance, fluff
; pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader
; word count: 3.6k
; warnings: nothing to warn about
; notes: this piece of cringey fluff was written during pre-debut stray kids which means a lot of the assumptions and basic info in this story was run on a baby changbin image. enjoy!
You were one of those types of people who wasn’t interested in relationships and dating.
Finding a loved one while you studied at your school was never your first priority.
It was so common nowadays to find one of your best friends or plenty of your class mates from science and maths class to walk around the campus grounds with arms linked with another guy. Whether they walked through the corridors hand in hand, leaning against the wall with one earbud in each ear, or a small peck on the lips you’d catch in your corner of your eye, most, if not all of the people you knew were in a mutual romantic relationship with somebody else.
Many of your friends have considered putting you up in a blind date in hopes of finding the right person for you although you gladly objected. They’ve always wondered why you didn’t want to date anyone, if not for a fact, many guys at your school had wanted to talk to you, only to realize that you weren’t interested in getting a boyfriend yet.
You weren’t the idealist of girls. You had your flaws here and there and didn’t hesitate to show those who wished to get you to tell them that they were wrong and need to pick a better woman. You were a little introverted, you were pretty great at most things and you wouldn’t consider yourself the highly educated one.
One of your worst flaws would be your clumsiness. Whether you tripped and flung your books out of your hands, trying to carry a load of paper only to drop them in the campus fountain, you were trouble but no one would really believe it behind that innocent face of yours.
If anything, if you were to search for the perfect guy, nothing could beat the odds of an intelligent, gentle, caring, handsome and happy guy. Anything below that, if they fought a lot with people or misbehaved many times, they were immediately checked off your list.
You just didn’t think you were ready for that ideal man of yours to fall in love with a less than perfect madame if it ever came to be despite your high expectations never being reached.
There was indeed one of those guys in your school, roaming around the corridors with a blank gaze and dark clothes as if to put of the “bad boy” image. Many girls loved him, but he treated them like a pile of trash.
It basically meant he was single as well.
You couldn’t help but doze your restless mind into a sense of peace and calmness, resting your chin on the palm of your hands, only to get a set of snapping fingers in front of your face bring you to reality.
You shook your head, looking around before finding your class mate and best friend Chaerin snickering and letting out a deep sigh.
“You keep daydreaming like a fool Y/N.” She protested, as if lecturing you like a teacher. “It’s like you’ve been sent to a fantasy land and found your love at first sight.”
“Don’t be crazy, I was just really tired and needed some rest and that was all I got.” You told her back, placing your soft and smooth hands on the table in front of you and brushing your thumbs against one another.
She happily joked, giving you an, “I-know-what-you-were-thinking” look and playfully slapped your shoulder.
“Don’t play sassy on me Y/N. I know you were definitely thinking of something and someone so you can’t hide behind your crab shell forever.” She gave a small smile of mischief. “I know what you were thinking and don’t hold back.”
“No, you don’t. I told you before and a million times more, I have no interest with anyone and I will not be set up in one of your blind dates again. I said to basically everyone in the school that I can only begin to date someone only after I graduate.”
Chaerin settled back on the backrest of her chair and pleaded like a little child. “Come on! Graduation is so far away! You need to get a boyfriend already!”
“Look Chaerin, I’m not going to deal with boys again and I will repeat, I will NOT date anyone only until the end of gradu—”
You raised your finger at Chaerin and stared into her eyes with a fierce look of frustration, only for the school bell to ring across the campus and stop your conversation mid-way.
Without a chance to finish your sentence as soon as the bell went, you heard a loud shriek or a bundle of screams of some sort roaring through the corridors closes to the table you sat at. Watching in horror along with Chaerin as a stampede of girls ran to crowd a certain student, they screamed out their name, attempting to get closer to them as they made their way through with the exception of females crowding the whole place. It almost felt like a concert, noises thrashing everywhere like fan girls as they followed the person.
“Changbin! You’re so handsome!”
“I’ll give up my boyfriend for you!”
“You are so talented, you’re so handsome, I think I’m going to die!”
“Marry me Changbin! I’ll cook for you, love you, I’ll do anything to be with you!”
“I’m right here Changbin! Notice me!”
Watching as they all followed him through the corridor, with all the loud noises and voices of the females screaming into your ear, you knew exactly who it was that they were following.
Seo Changbin, that “bad boy” you were mentioning before.
Losing your focus on the crowd of girls, you shook yourself awake when you notice Chaerin began to pack her stuff away and head to her locker, you looking up and grabbing your things behind her.
“They’re pretty desperate to be with such an ignorant guy like him,” You could only mutter underneath your breath, walking to your locker beside Chaerin’s and unlocked it, only to have a mountain full of books fall right onto your face.
Crashing to the floor and regaining your senses, some students who were retrieving their items for their class giggled and laughed at you on the floor, making you look at Chaerin who could only giggle softly at your face on impact as she bent down to help you pick up your books.
“And that’s why you don’t bad mouth handsome people.” She sniffed and grabbed a mound full of your books, stuffing it safely into your locker as you could only let out a shy chuckle. You rubbed your nose in pain and picked up the remaining books, pulling out your history books for class later before closing your locker.
“He’s not that handsome to me, he’s just a show off and doesn’t look too good in school. I mean, he wears dark colours all the time underneath his school uniform and he has this grim expression on his face 24/7.”
“I’m not to keen about that, but you say what you wanna say. He’s still single you know so he may be your future husband.” Chaerin let out a sneaky smirk in the corner of her lips as you furrowed your eyebrows, grasping your books in your arms.
“It seems like this is where we depart. I’ll be off now Chaerin!” You could only answer to her, waving to her with a grin as she smiled and waved back, heading in the opposite direction to your classroom as her back turned towards you.
Letting out a general sigh, you couldn’t help but feel a bit lonely walking by yourself towards your class. Step by step, you’ve almost yearned for company ever since people started to get their boyfriends and girlfriends. If not for such a surprise, all of them were paired up with each other for every class. With the tap of your shoes clapping against the tiled floor, you were met with the door of your history class, opening it wide and being greeted with a bunch of familiar faces.
Behind all of those recognizable faces was one you had never wished to see.
Seo Changbin.
“I’d like you all to make sure the notes you have taken are placed in a good spot. Please don’t lose those notes as they will help you a lot in the upcoming test that will happen in the next month or so.” Your history teacher, Mr. Lee had explained to the class as soon as the bell had gone and students were already up to pack their things.
As a small smile grew on the corners of your peach coloured lips, you closed your books and packed them into a neat pile with your pencilcase and other belongings, leaving them on your desk as you began to pull out your phone to text Chaerin.
CutieChu: Will you be free at 2:40?
Holychae: I don’t think I can today. Jisung planned on taking me to the nearest cafe earlier after school so I won’t be able to meet you. I’ll meet up another time, maybe next week
CutieChu: that’s alright I guess. Im a little occupied today so I probably wont make it either
CutieChu: See you next week!
Holychae: bye~
Within a few seconds, Chaerin had replied with the most expected response you knew you would’ve gotten. Chaerin had a close relationship with her boyfriend Jisung and she never spent time with him a lot. You known about the distance between them after she told you whether or not to break up to spent more friend time, but you knew that her love for him meant a lot more than your friendship bond.
Slipping your phone into the pocket of your skirt, you noticed only a few students staying in to copy their notes on the board or to chat for a few minutes before heading for home. It was spacious but otherwise, only a few intended to stay for the time being.
Grabbing hold of your books and pencil in the other hand, Mr. Lee had stayed for a little while before leaving.
“I’d like everyone but Changbin and Y/N to stay inside the class please.”
With all the remaining students who were talking to each other finally exiting out the classroom, you were in utter shock when your history teacher had called out your name along with your long time distant classmate.
You placed your books on the desk, in absolute shock as you glanced over at where Changbin was sitting. With his back resting on the chair, legs crossed over the top of his desk, he pressed his fingers on his phone screen multiple times as if he was texting someone.
It was hard to imagine a good person from his image. His dark clothing was worn everywhere, his black hair ruffled to look messy and untouched, the way he sat in class the whole time writing in his small note book to make it look like he was studying was making your first impressions on him a lot more frightening.
“I know what you are thinking Y/N.” Mr. Lee chuckled, snapping you out of reality when you turned to him and noticed a smile on his face.
“You’re not in trouble of any kind. You have done absolutely nothing wrong to get yourself here.”
“Why am I staying back?” You could only asked up quietly, seeing that it was just you, Changbin and Mr. Lee listening to your voice. If you had spoken in a higher tone, you could tell that Changbin would look down on you and left the room because he didn’t want to here your ignorance.
You watched as he peered over at Changbin for a few seconds, before turning to you.
“I kept you both in here because as per usual, we have a new list of students who need to stay back every class for that week to clean up the classrooms. Seeing that it is indeed Friday today, we need a new list of students and it turns out that both of you will be cleaning the room for today and next week.”
Without thinking, your mouth opened wide at the words he had spoken to you, jaw dropping in disbelief as you had forgotten about the clean up duty students.
You had to be paired with him.
Mr. Lee didn’t hesistate to smile at you both before walking towards the tall locker in the back of the room, pulling out his keys and opening the doors to reveal two tall broom sticks, two mops, two pairs of gloves and some sponges.
“Here are the equipment. So I’ll be leaving you both to it, and I know you both will do a great job at this. I’ll return to this room to see if it’s spotless within 20 minutes.”
With that being said, Mr Lee turned to both us with deadpanned expressions on our faces as he nodded in approval, opening the classroom door and leaving, closing it behind him.
Obviously worked up in the current situation you were in, you couldn’t help but sigh loudly, pulling out your chair and let your face slump down right on the surface of your table.
“I was paired with him… the school’s bad boy…”
Getting right into work, you didn’t want to waste time and immediately thought about home, keeping your hopes up and lifting your head off the table. Before you could stand up to head towards the open locker for the cleaning equipment, you’re eyes landed on Changbin who was still in his seat, texting as usual and often writing in his notes, growling roughly with earbuds stuck in his ears.
“Guess he’s not cleaning. Extra minutes for me, I guess.” You sarcastically cheered yourself in a whisper tone in hopes of not letting Changbin hear you over the music in his ears.
Shaking his head to a constant beat, you stood up from your seat and walked over to the equipment, grabbing only one of the brooms in the locker before closing it, starting your clean up and turning around, only to be faced with contact almost like a broad chest.
“Sorry, I just thought, you might’ve gotten the broom for me…” You heard a masculine voice deeply apologies to you. You looked up and widened your eyes at the sudden appearance of Changbin where you accidentally bumped into his chest earlier, out of his seat and apologizing with an empty expression.
“A-Ah, sorry about that, I didn’t think you’d be cleaning with me…” You looked down and shuffled around him, making him question your move.
“Did you think I would leave the classroom and ditch you here while you clean by yourself?” For the first time, you looked up and noticed Changbin chuckling lightly at your cute reaction to his question.
He seemed almost like a totally different person.
As the colour red began rushing up to your cheeks, Changbin smiled and pulled out the earphones and stuffed them into his pockets before grabbing a broom.
So he wasn’t listening to music at all… He was just pretending.
“So, what are you waiting for?” He asked, looking at you with these soft beady eyes that you had never seem from him, almost so mesmerizing to look at as you stayed silent for a few seconds gazing into his complexion before nodding in shyness.
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you, you were in one side of the room brushing up the dirt and dust particles into one pile while Changbin was in the other brushing the rocks and paper balls rolled onto the floor and into the bin. Expecting a foul language conversation from him of some sort of a snarl and him dropping his broom in frustration, he seemed to just keep his concentration on the cleaning, never going rough with the equipment around the room and brushing off any dust like a gentle touch of a paw.
He was almost treating everything like a baby, a fragile thing that shouldn’t be harmed in any way. The way his actions had surprised you completely, you instantly regretted thinking of him differently, as the boy who would steal girl’s hearts and trash them later or to treat girls like slaves and do the work for him.
It wasn’t long before you noticed Changbin seeing you space out and looking at him with gentle eyes, he stopped mopping the floor and looked at you with concern. Although you didn’t realise being in such a dazed state, Changbin walked over to you and waved his hands in front of your face.
“Umm, hello? Is earth communicating with you? Y/N to earth?” Changbin waved his hands in front of your vision, only for you to snap into reality with surprise at finding Changbin unbelievably close to your liking, making your fall back and slip under your own foot.
“Changbin!” You could only let out a cry as you felt yourself fall down and get in contact with the ground, noticing him widening his eyes in shock and dropping his mop.
Thinking that your head with come in contact with the floor made you surprised when you felt a hand go underneath them and hit the floor instead of you. Gaining your senses back after your clumsy performance, you tried to pick yourself up, only feeling a heavy weight keep your down on the floor.
Without noticing, Changbin arose from your body, letting his hand continue resting underneath your head as he looked at you with worry and concern. It was a side of his image that made him so different.
“O-Oh my goodness, a-a-are you alright Y/N?!” He let out a cry, looking at you with concern.
“I-I’m fine right now, I’m not hurt.” You stuttered, immediately sitting up and looking into his eyes that looked deeply at yours.
“I’m sorry I scared you earlier, you just spaced out and I tried to get you back to reality until you suddenly slipped.” He confessed and helped your sit up, resting his hands on your back and caressing them lightly. “I shouldn’t have done that, you could’ve hurt yourself very badly…”
“C-Changbin… I’m fine right now, you don’t need to worry about me.” You reassured him, getting up and using the table as support, picking up his mop and passing it to him.
You watched as Changbin looked at you worryingly and had these puppy dog eyes as if he knew you didn’t mean it.
“If you need the nurse, I can help you…”
“Please Changbin, I was just staring at you for too lo—” You quickly covered your mouth as soon as you realised what you said.
“You were staring at me?”
Immediately shaking your head, you tried to take back what you meant but it only resulted in him giggling it out like a little cute child.
“I didn’t think you’d be interested in me for someone who doesn’t want a boyfriend until they graduate.”
You froze for a second and noticed him winking at you before resuming his mopping.
“I-I-I ummm…” You tried to find some way to get him out of it.
“It’s okay. You may as well tell me now so then I can see if I have a chance or not.”
Looking at him with confusion, you only understood what he meant when you backed away and saw him face look at the ground with his hands rubbing his nape.
“W-Wait…” You stuttered. “You like me?”
Changbin lifted his chin and looked into your eyes with sincerity. You noticed them, the way they glittered suddenly, the beauty they had in them that you never noticed before. His smile even, it was perfect.
“I’ve liked you for awhile now. You see…” Changbin began to blabber, turning his back to you and mopped the floor while he talked.
“We’ve been in the same history class for the past year now. It’s easy to notice you because you seem so different from everyone else in the class that you’re so distinguishable. You shine from all the other girls that try to get my attention. I don’t talk to those girls because of one reason.”
“I want to talk to you more.”
As you were listening to him speak, you dropped your mop out of your hand in pure astonishment.
“I-I-I just didn’t know whether or not you would accept me for the person I am because I wear dark clothes all the time or the fact that I’m so expressionless and empty when I walk around. I just feel so lonely and I only got to smile a little when I saw you.”
“Changbin…” You muttered his name, making him look up at you.
“You could’ve told me all of this before I got to know you, I was scared to talk to you, even look at you because you were so different from everyone and you looked like someone who could ruin a girl’s life if they ever had a relationship… It should be my fault I doubted you…”
You looked down at your feet, twirling the sole of your shoe on the tiled floor as you waited for his response.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to make you feel welcomed.”
You didn’t get time to think properly when you noticed a pair of shoes in front of yours and two arms wrapped around your body tightly, bringing you closer to their chest.
With your head close to his heart, you listened as his heartbeat was pounding roughly, almost at an inhumane pace as you tugged your arms around his waist.
“That’s how much my heart is beating for you right now. It’s hard to describe so this was all I could do…”
You closed your eyes and immersed yourself in the deep hug, feeling Changbin’s hands rest on your hair and patting it softly.
“So, will you forgive me for being so distant from you?”
“Of course Changbin, you’ve become a new person.” You smiled and pulled away, taking a look at his smile.
; summary: the last few minutes of the night tick away and soon it’ll be 12 o’clock and you still have not blown out your birthday candles. he had said he’d make it to see you turn another year older but now you’re not so sure if waiting will be worth it.
; genre: romance, fluff
; pairing: young k x reader
; word count: 953
; warnings: nothing to warn about
; notes: and old piece of work of mine from 2018. do expect a lot of cringe moments. ive gotten out of kpop entirely (only because of new music taste and gradual decreasing interest in the music) but there is a smol fond love for young k within me so enjoy this piece!
Another minute ticked past, the time illuminated by the LED lights from the station power shown on the screen above you indicating that the darkened night had just become 11:57PM.
It was cold, frosty, much of the cold air from the snowy atmosphere beyond the train tracks brushing against your skin, giving you deep shivered to travel down your spine and body. Despite your body covered in layers of coats, scarves, leggings and soft pair of boots and earmuffs, nothing could ever cure you from the defeating coldness of Canada.
11:58PM.
The time was ticking past, slowly but quickly at the same time, the day was almost about to end. Sitting on the wooden bench, creeping forward, closer and closer off the edge of your own seat, you could only glance left and right at each end of the train tracks hoping to spot two flashing light sources coming closer towards your direction. It was only a hope but you didn’t know if it would ever come at all.
Your phone that was slipped into your pocket was yanked out of the coat, the home screen opened to show the weather at almost -24 degrees. You couldn’t survive in this winter season with all of your clothes from your closet on.
You took this time to check your messages. Opening the first and latest conversations in your chat, you scrolled through the endless supply of texts from a specific someone, messages that seemed to delight you heart in so many ways until you came to a stop on one.
“I’ll say the two words when I meet you at the train station. Wait for me ok? Im going to be there on time just to see you Y/N. You wont celebrate it without me.”
You let out a sigh, closing your phone and slipping it into your pocket as the cold puff of smoke left your smoke into the frosty air.
There was no train. He wouldn’t come.
11:59PM. One minute would go and the day you called it as yours would have to be left at an end.
Beside you was your backpack and a warm thermal bottle with some hot water in it in case you really needed too save yourself. You desperately wanted to get warm quicker, but you couldn’t wait for the one guy you love the most to wrap you up in a bundle of hugs, but the train won’t make it. You weren’t a patient person.
“He’s not going to come anyways... What was I thinking...” You said to yourself, standing up and picking up your things as you disposed of a cupcake wrapper you had earlier that night and a melted candle.
With shoes tapping against the concrete floor, you were making your way over to your car, making sure to slide your train card into the machine before leaving, only to get the thrill of your life when you heard the exact words on the intercom speak throughout the train station.
The Train, Vancouver to Toronto, has reached its destination.
It was that very moment, where the platform you were standing on, completely isolated with not a single person beside you using the platform got washed with a passenger train slowing down to its destination which was where you were.
Doors opening.
As you heard the steaming sound of the train doors sliding open, your consciousness took in the recognition and you turned around slowly.
There he was. Standing there, taking one step off of the train floor and taking foot onto the cold concrete platform. He was there. He kept his words.
That very moment he had taken off, the train doors closed behind him, steam pumping loudly as the intercom stated that the train would be leaving. In just a few seconds, that very train had taken off in the other direction, hoping to reach the next place.
You looked up, right at the gaze of the other person as their eyes sparkled, staring into your own from a far away distance using the moonlight as a beautiful source to shape the outline of his face.
It was perfect, it was him.
With a smirk and hands tightly grasping his bass guitar case, he smiled brightly and spoke.
“I told you I wouldn’t miss out, didn’t I?”
With that line said, your yelled and dashed off towards him, jumping into his arms and letting him catch your fall as his warmth, his embrace, everything about him had made you feel a lot safer in an instant. His cologne, his flawless hair, the soft touch of his skin, that voice.
You missed it.
“I thought I would never see you today,” You mumbled and broke the hug to look deeply into his eyes, the same one that sparkled.
“I kept my words didn’t I? I’m not missing out now.”
You brought your hands over to his cheeks, taking off your gloves to use your warm hand and touch his smooth skin over it. It was cold from the bickering weather, pale and almost white, but something about your warmth made him feel better as he came to touch his hands with yours and let out a soft and soothing sigh.
“Am I allowed to say it now?” He asked, and with your permission, you nodded.
“Happy Birthday Y/N.” He whispered softly before leaning forward and taking in your lips, feeling the moment as the clock chimed 12AM right after his words. Closing your eyes and feeling his warmth on your body, you placed your hands on his hair as all you could think about in this world was just him and him alone.
this used to be dyounqhyun also known as jungkook-peaches-and-cream (wtf).
If you happened to follow me because of my retweets, kpop one shot fanfics, any of the following or because I know you in real life, then badabing badaboom this bitch is still breathing after three years and BLOSSOMED LIKE A FAKE HOUSEPLANT.
I’ve been alive this entire time truth be told, but I never gave y’all a formal ending once I disappeared from the face of this earth back in 2017 and never spoke about it (really sorry bout that if you were expecting more content from me).
I since moved to a new tumblr account (and 210% more active on that one) using a different email and literally forgot that this email linked to this account existed. Tbh, the only thing I remembered on this account was actually my Young K Smut which I have Vietnam War flashbacks of because I don’t like my 3 year old written content.
But since I am alive and reactivated this monstrosity that is my old memories kept in the hellish depths of pre-tumblr [REDACTED] ban, I have since changed a looooooooooooot about my interests, what internet content I post, what kind of things I do for a living and what shit I’m currently up to now that could possibly be even shittier than ‘chatoyism-three-years-ago’.
Basically, I’ve changed tremendously over the course of my disappearance act that flourished three years ago and I’ve since reappeared and didn’t get a clap for it (its ok my audience consists of a turkey that gobbles anyways).
So, if any of you guys that are still alive with me and are reading this right now, all in all, I’m gonna use this abandoned trash that I didn’t want to see for awhile and make it more trashier by posting fanfictions that I had YET to post or wrote within the three year span I disappeared in.
Like I said, I have since changed a lot about the content I like and I did actually post fan fiction outside of tumblr until I retired from writing earlier during this sHITTY YEAR CALLED NONO SIDEWAYS.
If you guys want to ask any questions about me, want to know anything in particular about what I have been doing while I was gone and or just wanna talk, hit me up in the ask submissions box and I’ll answer them ASAP!
Imagine that, once, instead of Loki faking his own death, he and Thor faked Thor’s death. Loki using his magic to hide Thor in plain sight. But to you and all of Asgard, the soon to be King of Asgard is dead. You mourn and Loki helps you through it, being conflicted about his inability to tell even you about this long con for the greater good. You have your suspicions, until Loki starts to really mourn with you.
Request: Hi! Can I maybe ask for a Loki imagine with maybe flashbacks of life before the events of Infinity War and then after? Where Loki and the reader fall in love through several circumstances and then everything falls apart? Super angsty please. I'df it followed the movie plot, but you can change it up if you’d like! 💛
A/N: I use this GIF too often.
Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.
Requests are CLOSED!!!
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what if
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You were his sun and he was your moon. There weren’t too people more made for each other. Loki often believed that you were the one thing that could fill the hole within him. The hole that was dark and mischievous and all things evil.
He’d never change. You didn’t him to change. Not in a million years. Your God of Mischief was just that - the God of Mischief, and you’d never expect him to change his ways for you. Never you. But you did help guide him, showed him right from wrong. It didn’t always mean that Loki listened. More often than not, he didn’t.
But you still tried. Because he was Loki. You’d always try.
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there isn’t enough time
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It was pathetic. Loki felt pathetic. Jealous of his brother? Never.
Still, he couldn’t help the fire that burned in his eyes every time he saw you laugh by his brother’s side. Or the way you smiled. Loki felt the pit in his stomach grow larger and larger by the minute every time your hand fell on Thor’s shoulder. It was soft, gentle touch - one, that, if Loki had been thinking correctly, was nothing more than a friendly touch.
But Loki didn’t see that. All he saw was how happy you looked by his brother’s side, and how the twinkle in your eyes never seemed to fade. Life long friend of both princes, and of course you’d chosen Loki’s brother. His better, stronger, braver, chivalrous and sought-out brother.
Thor had everything. Why couldn’t he just have this one thing? Why couldn’t he just have you?
Then, your sparkling eyes met Loki’s and even for just a second, your attention was brought elsewhere. You smiled over at Loki, raising your arm in a wild gesture as you tried to call the boy over. Loki wanted to, but not with Thor. So instead, he promptly ignored your wave and turned the other way.
The moment you noticed his coldness, you frowned. Excusing yourself from Thor’s side, you all but ran over to Loki, just barely managing to catch up with him.
“Hey,” you called, slightly out of breath. “I called for you. Why didn’t you come over?”
Loki just shrugged, and you frowned. Taking a step forward, you let your hand fall on Loki’s shoulder, much like you had with Thor, only to be brushed off. Most people would’ve turned and left, it wasn’t unlike Loki to push away others. But you knew better. So, instead you only caught up with him, once again, clasping your hands behind your back with a wide grin.
“What are you so happy about?” Loki grumbled, lips curved into a pout.
“Because,” you giggled, “I know something you don’t.”
Loki’s jaw clenched; “and, what about that be?”
“I can’t tell you! It’s a secret,” you teased, before wrapping your arms around Loki’s. “Now, shall we go for a walk through the gardens?”
Loki remained silent.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
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to give her what she deserves
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“I just don’t understand why he would do this.”
Thor frowned, head bowed with a creased marked in his forehead. “It’s true,” he nodded, solemnly. “Loki did what he did.”
You furrowed your brows, “but Midgard? All those people…” A hand fell against your chest in worry, before glancing up at Thor, eyes watering. “This just doesn’t make any sense.”
“It’s true.” Thor nodded, “Loki has been charged of treason. He will spend the rest of his life in that cell.”
You paused, words caught in your throat. There was so much you wanted to say, but couldn’t - this didn’t seem right. Why would Loki do something like this? “Am I allowed to at least visit him?”
Thor visibly flinched; “Odin said that you, specifically, were not allowed.”
“What?” You cried, eyes widening. “That’s ridiculous! I have every right to see Loki as you do!”
Thor grabbed ahold of your arms, sending you a pitiful look. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You pulled yourself from his grasp, eyes narrowing. “No!” You bellowed, shaking your head widely. “You’re wrong. You must be wrong, Loki must have not known what he was doing. He-”
“Y/N,” Thor interrupted, “I saw him. I fought him! He… He knew what he was doing.”
You only shook your head, stepping back. “You’re wrong. I know you are.” Turning without another word, you felt your pace quicken, desperate to go somewhere private and just think. Thor can’t have been right… he couldn’t have been…
Right?
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do you think
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There was a soft knock on your door, pulling you from your thoughts. Blinking, your back straightened, your head turning just slightly to gaze back at your doorway. Sure enough, there stood Loki.
“You’ve heard,” you mumbled, hands falling to your lap once again as you turned back to your window.
There were soft footsteps, before you felt your bed dip beside you, signalling Loki had taken a seat by your side. You didn’t, not since looking back at the door, tear your eyes off of Asgard before you. You took solace in the peacefulness that surrounded you from all edges, the reflection of Asgard shining in your eyes.
Loki noticed that. He noticed the sadness in your eyes too.
“I did.”
Biting your lip, you blinked back your tears. “It’s amazing,” you commented after a moment. “How the world just moves on. News spreads fast but no one seems to care.”
Loki didn’t have anything to say to that.
You finally gazed at him, and it was the first time Loki noticed the tears streaking down your cheeks. “I know my mother was never a queen, unlike Frigga. But I thought, after all she’d done, that people would’ve at least mourned.”
And though it was so very unlike Loki, he grasped your hand in his own, meeting your gaze with determination. “Your mother lives on in you,” he whispered, “here.” He raised both your hands, placing them against your heart.
You let a small, hesitant smile fall on your lips, leaning against Loki. You didn’t say anything, and all Loki did was wrap his arms around you. But it was enough.
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i can give her
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“It’s funny,” you laughed, cheeks flushed, “long ago, you would’ve done anything to be sat where your brother is.”
Loki stiffened, ever so slightly, but know him long enough and you noticed. Though you knew it was not out of discomfort, but regret. “Times have changed,” Loki whispered, setting down the decanter that he’d been fiddling with. At his words, you felt a smile grow on his features, watching as Loki slowly turned to face you. “I’ve changed.”
“I know,” you nodded, taking the few short steps his way. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you leant your chin against his chest and peered up at him, through your eyelashes. “I’m just reminiscing, I guess. Back in the days, when you two would just bicker and chase each other around.”
“And you,” Loki smirked, “would sit and pick flowers.”
“Hey!” You exclaimed, grinning. “I did much more than ‘pick flowers’.”
Laughing lightly, Loki pulled you tighter against himself. “I know.”
Letting your head fall against his chest, you sighed wistfully. “You think we’ll make it?”
You missed the guilt that flickered in Loki’s gaze. But you did notice the way his grip tightened, as if out of fear and he took a deep breath. “Definitely,” he said, finally, after a moment.
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the comfort she gave me
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Loki had said definitely. He had.
So why? Why was he turning pale? Why was there fire and smoke and dead bodies all around you? Why was Heimdall dead? And, oh God, why was Thanos here? Killing Loki?
Had all of it been a lie?
You stomach twisted, and your heart plummet, meeting Loki’s eyes as life slowly left him. You’d never felt this way before, not even when your mother died. That was different. Of natural causes. This… This was so much worse…
This was the worst pain you’d ever felt.
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my whole life
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