Author's Note: Hi Seoulmates! Sorry for the long hiatus. For a moment, I contemplated not coming back and writing. Because a lot of these idols really are extremely disappointing, and I kinda fell out of love with kpop for them to be my muse. I understand they’re human, but still. Also, I was truly bogged down with work and all the shenanigans going on there too. On the plus side, I’ve acquired lots of plants now and even started my own veggie garden! So, that’s exciting. As for this series, there is high anticipation for some of you. And I can finally say that the wait is over. I know “So, You're An Anti-fan” was a big success. But this story is not as humorous and light as that one. This one has waaaay more mature themes. So, straddle in Seoulmates, we are in for a bumpy ride.
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Pairing: Idol! Changbin x Sasaeng! Reader
Synopsis: In which SKZ is your favorite group, and you are Seo Changbin’s biggest fan. And that’s totally not a big problem, right? Except you have a hard time between blurring the lines of fan service with reality. Which doesn’t bode well when you find yourself stalking Seo Changbin on every corner of the internet… and in real life. It’s all harmless though. That’s what you tell yourself anyway, until a simple act ruins a life. It is undetermined yet whether it’s Changbin… or you who pays the price.
Content: stalker mannerisms, both cyber and physically, reader is obsessed with Changbin, unhealthy behavior, reader might be tweaked, social media aesthetic, takes place in “So You’re An Anti-fan” Universe
Getting into Stray Kids and supporting all of their endeavors was easy. Falling in love with Seo Changbin was even easier. It hadn’t taken much really. From the moment you set your sights upon the loud, boisterous man with the insanely talented rap skills and biceps you’d let put you in a chokehold any day, you were hooked. He was a package deal, wholesome and sweet with a mature nature hidden underneath his boyish facade. He was a looker and a charmer, swooning women and men wherever he went.
It's no wonder you had heart eye emojis plastered across your face at the mere mention of him. While it was a self-proclaimed title, you truly believed yourself to be his biggest fan. That’s why you attended all the concerts and the fan events when they occurred near you. Hell, even last minute pop up events demanded your attention as you dropped everything just to be there. Because seeing Changbin, being within his vicinity, meant the world to you. You would never pass up any opportunity for it. Especially for a photo op. And you were good at random, in the wild, Stray Kids photography. Freakishly good.
Everything was coincidental at first, the way you’d run into a wild Changbin on an off day from his schedules while living his life. You had been geeked out at first, totally ecstatic to capture such a mesmerizing moment as this. It felt like a blessing, a dream come true. Then, it happened again and again. And again. And suddenly… you were putting two and two together that perhaps, the world really wasn’t so big afterall. On the contrary, it was small enough to realize the Stray Kids gang lived somewhere in the vicinity near all the establishments you tend to frequent. What luck that had been.
And then that moment turned into many… not so coincidental opportunities to capture Changbin and the other members living their normal lives while you developed a very parasocial relationship with the man in question. In your normal life, people were none the wiser about this obsession thrumming beneath your skin. But on your blog, oh they knew. And they loved it, feeding into the delusions of grandeur you set up for yourself and others in the space. At the beginning of your casual dabbling into Stray Kids’s music, you had a hobby of perusing fanpages, entertained by the deluded shenanigans of their chaotic fanbase. But as time grew on, and your affections for Changbin grew until they capsized, you realized that eventually you would need somewhere useful to dump your word salad of emotions before they were vomited all over the floor. Thus, adopting your internet persona BinnieLuver99.
It was a quaint little blog solely dedicated to Changbin with a pink coquettish inspired theme. Pink being the theme because it was Changbin’s and your favorite color. That was another neat little factoid shared between you two in the mindscape paradise of your mind. When you’d first started documenting your wild encounters, you thought nothing of it, treating Instagram like a diary unwilling to reveal your secrets. But alas, social media did not work that way, and somehow fans started pouring onto your page with an influx of humor, entertained at your witty vernacular and early 2000s teenage romcom swooning resembling that of journal entry style penmanship. And just like that, your blogstagram became a hit.
…until your biggest haters started noticing patterns they deemed “unusual” and “stalker-like behavior.” But we’ll circle back to that.
While being a Changbin biased Stay was like clocking in to a second shift, your primary job is related to health and fitness. Which is reason number five thousand six hundred and eighty-one why you respect and are attracted to Changbin. You just love a man who values the importance of physical health. And you were hoping, despite his hectic schedule, that he was at least being catered to in that department. Because your knowledge of the kpop industry and how extensive it was did not bode well for the line of work you were passionate about.
As a dietician, you valued telling your clients the truth about proper nutrition and the actual amount of calories they need to consume for their body to transmute it into energy. For them, you weren’t scared of shooting it straight about carbs, fats, and the like. Everything in specific portions can be lethal, and not everything is bad if in small amounts. You refused to preach rhetoric that bordered on body dysmorphia or damaging eating patterns. That was something you could not promote to your clients, instead focusing on goals that uplift and emanate body positivity.
You love what you do. That much is a given. Especially being as respected as you are in your career. But that was you in work mode. In fan mode? You were different. And dare you say it, you would hate for anyone at your office to find out the kind of undercover lifestyle you live, knowing fully that you’d lose all credibility. Because the dark deeds you do in the dark should absolutely not be brought to the light. They were much too embarrassing for you. But according to others in Stayville, you did not come across as the cringeworthy fan girl type. No… the way they see it, you are much more dangerous than anyone can truly realize,
That brings us back to your ever popular blog. Much like your job, you take your blog work seriously. In your mind, you were the people’s princess. And you needed to keep your mutuals fed. But of course, when navigating the ins and outs of the inner web, someone was always lurking around ready to racketeer and cause division where they were not wanted. And those lifeless losers decided your blog was the perfect stomping grounds for just that.
In the past few months, you’ve had a surge of Stray Kids supporters camping out in your comment section throwing heinous accusations at you. Words like “sasaeng,” “stalker,” and “psycho” flung around your orbit on repeat like a broken record player. Those social justice keyboard warriors were leading a smear campaign against you like top flight security. And for what? You had no clue! You were just your cutesy internet persona who admired Changbin from afar. What was the harm in that?
Except, okay, maybe yeah. Technically the distance in terms of “afar” was much more slim than Webster’s dictionary would’ve vouched for. You definitely had a track record for up close and personal shots. But it’s not like you were disturbing Changbin or any of the other guys! They hardly even knew you existed, perhaps grazing their gaze past you once or twice in a crowded fan event. But what you were doing now was harmless, right? You couldn’t help that you were some type of savvy sleuth perusing the streets and hitting jackpot after jackpot when miraculously stumbling your way upon the same locations Changbin happened to be at. It’s really not your fault you got a trial membership at this fancy, deluxe gym and Changbin just so happened to be an avid attendee.
However, it wasn’t coincidence per se either since you did enough investigative work to figure out his routine. But it was all harmless! You just wanted to admire him. What was wrong with that? He was safe with you. It’s not like you were gonna let anything happen to him. What the hell were these delusional people talking about regarding you as a stalker? You were his guardian angel more than anything. These clowns had no idea how much you looked after Changbin when trailing behind him secretly. There have been many paparazzi photos thwarted by your intense skillset in photobombing. People had no concept of just how much Changbin’s private life would’ve been compromised by those pictures! And it’s not like you were gonna sell any information about Changbin, or any of his personal items, which you happened to obtain fair and square by the way. It was all a pure coincidence! Especially the day you acquired his headphones.
You had run to the convenience store really quickly. While, yes, you knew it was a corner store Changbin had frequently attended and one you had started going to solely for the reason of staging a run in with said man, this time was an accident! You were rushing to get some ice cream and tune in to the season finale of Love Island. You absolutely could not miss it. Evidently, he was rushing for something too, because next thing you know, instead of a smooth trajectory to the freezer section, your head is snapping to attention at the asshole who just shoulder checked you. Except, there’s no asshole, just a frazzled, messy haired Changbin. A Changbin who was so worried about something else, all he could do was bow quickly with a muttered apology and scurry off.
Dazed by the swiftness of the interaction, your brain barely had time to register what was going on before your hands instinctually gripped your phone and took several rushed pics of the man who just ditched you. Taking the next step after forcing your brain to re-wore itself from short circuiting, you hear a small clatter beneath you. Squatting down, you examine the mini squircular plastic container. Lo and behold, at your feet, lay Seo Changbin’s earbuds. You had scored big, and the rest was history.
Once again, no harm, no foul. Why didn’t these people understand that? Weren’t they doing to you what they swore you were doing to Changbin? Aren’t they the ones delusional? A ping goes off in your phone, signifying a notification. Glancing at the screen after being interrupted from your drifting thoughts, you see comments from Instagram pop up from your blog page. Muttering under your breath, you pick up the phone and click on the icon. Immediately, your most recent post illuminates the screen.
instagram • BinnieLuver99
liked by user and 3.2k others
BinnieLuver99 Dressing pretty today all for Changbinnie since I know what he likes 🤭
user sooooo cute girlie 😍
user Definitely love this look!
user no fair, Changbin fans are so pretty 😩🥹
user r u seriously being fucking delusional again?
BinnieLuver99 r u seriously on my ass again? Obsessed or what? 🥱
user all this pink, frilly shit really is fucking ugly 😒
BinnieLuver99 I would tell a “yo mama” joke, but it’s clear you don’t have one with your raggedy ass insults. No couth I see 👀
user Girl— you are so parasocial that man does NOT know you! 🫵🏼
BinnieLuver99 Ik you must be used to being irrelevant, but I’ve never had to worry 😌
user omggg send the deets on the outfit!
user Did you stalk him to find out what he “likes”
BinnieLuver99 don’t you comment on every post I make? Who’s the real stalker now? 🤔
user how tf do I keep coming across this weird ass page?
BinnieLuver99 idk, but I can make it easier and block you 😙🫢
user ignore all the h8trs. ur so cute!!! 🥰
BinnieLuver99 thnx luv, I appreciate it! But I’m not going to let these posers scare me!
There, that’ll teach ‘em. Putting your phone down, you get in a good stretch after carrying the weight of being so hilarious. It had been like this for a while in your comments. Everything starts out peacefully, then the jealous haters make their presence known. They’re just mad they can’t get good photos like you can. You did the research, they didn’t. No guts, no glory. It was simple.
After that sparring battle, you immediately focus yourself back on your work, going over a consultation form before your next client. According to the self-assessment, the client appears to want a meal plan put together for rapid weight loss, over the course of the next few weeks. This form was just the initial assessment meant to provide insight into what to discuss with the client for the physical portion of the consultation. You have a strictly in person appointment policy with your clients, finding it easier to break barriers in creating a safe space while also being able to analyze with your own eyes how to tackle a curated gameplan tailored just for them.
Speaking of said client, your appointment with them was about to start right about— a knock interrupted your train of thought. Maya, your assistant, sticks her head in. “Hey boss, your next client is ready.”
Ah, right on time. Nodding, you deliver a kind smile to the other woman. “Send them in.”
A tall, lanky man steps inside the room before Maya closes the door. You start the meeting promptly so as not to waste each other's time. What baffles you the longer the conversation goes on is the sheepish demeanor of the man, like all the goals mentioned in the intake form are foreign and confusing to him. Almost like they are not his. Glancing over his frame again, you almost wonder how this was the man described in the consultation form. Because there was no way this man who clearly was a minimum of 5’10 confused his height for 5’6. There was absolutely no way.
Putting down your pen, you steeple your hands before addressing the man. “Can I be frank?” You ask politely.
“Yes.” The man nods nervously.
“I hope I’m not being rude. But based on your body language and my personal assessment of your physicality, it doesn’t appear like this rapid weight loss goal in under two months is actually something you want or need. Furthermore, it says on the intake form a completely different height than what you actually appear to be. The reason I ask is because you seem to be in optimal shape from the body mass index perspective. I’m just concerned what drastic weight loss would do to you in such a small window of time. It feels like this conversation is trudging towards dangerous waters. And legally, I am required to report to our on site health physician if I feel like a client might eventually pose a threat to themselves. Do you understand where I’m going with this?” You probe gently.
It’s like a lightbulb goes off in his head after your spiel the way his body jerks to attention. “Oh, sorry!” He chuckles, rubbing the nape of his neck. “I totally forgot to mention. The intake form wasn’t filled out by me. Your client is someone else. I’m just here as a legal representative due to the extravagant nature of the person's identity.”
You tilt your head at the logic. Did people not thoroughly read instructions when filling out information on the internet? Your website clearly states that all correspondence is between you and the client only and that the client themselves must show up for the assessment consultation for accuracy regarding the personalized meal plan. You tell the man in front of you as such.
“Sir, with all due respect, I cannot conduct business with you. My policy states that the client themself must be here in person for meetings regarding their personal health. You cannot impersonate a client. It is illegal. I’m going to escort you out now.” You rise from your seat and maneuver around your desk to the door.
“Wait!” The man yells frantically as your hand reaches the doorknob. “Look, my client is a famous celebrity with an extreme need for a private life within the public chaos. He’s typically a busy person with a hefty schedule and doesn’t always have time to make meetings like this. So I do it for him as his personal manager.” The man deflates a bit now that the jig is up.
You cross your arms before responding. “Be that as it may, it is strictly policy. And all health concerns are strictly confidential unless stated otherwise. I cannot conduct business unless it is with the actual individual. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other meetings to tend to. Either come back with the mystery client, or consult another licensed dietitian.”
It had been a few days later, walking into your office after a dull lunch, perusing social media when the puzzle surrounding the mystery client was solved.
instagram • BinnieLuver99
liked by user and 3.2k others
BinnieLuver99 Seo Changbin the man that you are 😩👅😞
user honestly, what a fucking mood mate 😭
user licking the screen down bad 🥹
user does he know how much this kills us?!
user THIS MAN IS CRAZY I SAY
user fhhkjlj jhk. Sorry, I glitched 😞
BinnieLuver99 😭😭😭I’m actually sobbing
user thirsting over my man again I see 😒
BinnieLuver99 that’s not what Binnie said last night 😚
user delulu no solulu 🫷🏾😪🫸🏾
“Psst, boss!” Your assistant, Maya, whispers theatrically across the foyer.
“Yes, Maya?” You chuckle, tucking your phone away at her antsy behavior.
“Your after lunch appointment came in a bit early. The guy from last time came in with some other guy. He requested some privacy for them. He said something about crazy fans and paparazzi. The second guy had a hoodie, mask, and sunglasses on inside the building.” She emphasizes the last few words to specify the ludicrous nature of it all. “They seemed pretty anxious. So I just let them slip into your office ahead of schedule. I’m sorry. I hope that was okay. It’s just, I think that guy might be some type of celebrity. And I don’t want to come across as rude in case we get negative press. Because then that affects you and I—” you cut her off before she can keep rambling.
“Thank you, Maya. Though I would’ve preferred them to stay in the lobby, it’s okay. I understand you’re just doing your job to the best of your ability. Don’t sweat it.” You wink at her before heading to your office. Inside the room, you can hear hushed voices. Knocking on the door, you announce your presence before walking in.
Immediately, multiple things happen at once. For starters, both men stand to their feet. The tall, lanky one from earlier approaches shaking your hand and re-introduces himself. He bows apologetically at barging into your office this time around and for the circumstances surrounding the initial meeting. Overwhelmed, you accept the apology.
Secondly, the mystery client in the room takes his glasses off the moment you make eye contact with you. Thirdly, your heart stops. Because this can’t be who you think it is. No way you’re seeing things. You’d know the build of that body anywhere.
Doojoon, the supposed manager surrounding this mystery, tracks your gaze, noticing your hesitation. He rushes back over to his companion just as the man drops the hoodie and removes the mask. No. Fucking. Way. “Ms. L/N, allow me to introduce you to your actual client. This is—”
“Seo Changbin,” the man interrupts the taller. “Nice to formally meet you.” Then he is stretching his hand out for a greeting.
Holy shit. Changbin is your client.
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