â yn ln, '06 liner, member of the Robotics Club at YONSEI UNI. is shy and has trouble hearing, but sheâs skilled with machines. she builds traps, tools, and gadgets that help protect the group, making her the mechanic. she's literally so emo đ
â Theo, yn's only friend (kind of) before she met NewSvt. He's a cute little golden retriever, who assists yn esp due to her bad hearing (we love theo) â he's actually named after yn's deceased friend
â Kim Minji (The Assadin) '04 liner, Stuco Secretary at YONSEI UNI. Minji runs track and does taekwondo (she's part of both track and taekwondo club) She's fast, has great stamina, strong, and fights like insanely well (You'd think she's an absolute twink but she could actually beat u up to a pulp if she wanted) She explores dangerous areas quickly and finds safe paths, making her the groupâs Assassin. Also have I mentioned how much this girl LOVES spiderman?
â Pham Hanni (The Leader) '04 liner, Stuco President at YONSEI UNI. Hanni is a natural leader who keeps everyone calm and organized. Her experience in student council helps her make quick decisions, so the group trusts her as their Commander. Genuinely believes that their entire fg will DIE the moment she dies (it's not false cs they definitely wld)
â Danielle Marsh (The Gunsman) '05 liner, from the Shooting Club at YONSEI UNI. Danielle has GREAT more so amazing aim and stays calm in tough situations. She protects the group by taking down zombies from a distance, making her the Sharpshooter / Gunsman. Girlie is an absolute SWEETHEART tho she feels so bad whenever she kills a zombie đ
â Lee Hyein (The Strategist) '08 liner, from the Chess Club at YONSEI UNI. Hyein, despite her aloof and "dumb" behavior, is actually really smart esp if it's about strategizing. This girl can literally go from asking "wtf is a bee pollen" to "We strike at midnight" She's also been rumored to be dating Heeseung from football club, but we all know she's gay for Eunchae đ
â Kang Haerin (The Sentinel) '06 liner, part of the Debate Team at YONSEI UNI. Haerin has excellent hearing and notices things others might miss. She uses her sharp senses to warn the group about danger, making her their Sentinel. She's also dating Danielle ââ
â Kim Mingyu (The Guardian) '97 liner, part of the Boxing Club at YONSEI UNI. Mingyu is strong and ready to protect his friends. He fights off threats and keeps the group safe, making him their Guardian slash Tank. Just a muscle head I swear, pure strength, no brains
â Joshua Hong (The Healer) '95 liner, a member of the Medical Club at YONSEI UNI. Joshua is caring and knowledgeable in first aid. He treats injuries and makes sure everyone stays healthy, so heâs the groupâs Healer. Stresses the hell out whenever someone's injured (esp if it's mingyu)
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Despite their crazy life during the night, These guys stick tgt as family
The Z. Story â a story which follows the journey of (an almost deaf) 18 year old girl named YN LN. She's only had one friend in her entire life who disappeared due to a reason that I can't tell just yet. What will happen when one day, The world turns into chaos? The people you've once loved suddenly lose their mental stability and turn against you â with the intentions of killing you. Zombies.
PAIRING. â Hanni Pham and Kim Minji x F! YN
WARNINGS. â Gore, Death, Mentions of abuse, Gore in detail, Zombies, Killing, Cannibalism, Gunshots, Trauma, PTSD, Bullying, cringe, highschool au!, plot's a little confusing
Synopsis: You're the youngest member of SKZ and the younger brother of Bang Chan. However, you're sick. And your parents sent you to the US to get treatment. But, they couldn't treat your disease. No matter how hard they tried. So as a final goodbye, you sang a song for your hyungs and your fans.
Genre â Angst.
Warnings â Death
Pairing â M! Reader x SKZ (platonic)
AN note â Transferring my wattpad works over to Tumblr, I made this when I was 12 don't judge đ¤đť
WC â 4.8k
The arena hums with quiet anticipation, the energy heavy with sadness. Stray Kids are on stage, but the usual vibrant atmosphere is missing. Eight members stand in a row, their faces somber. The space next to them is emptyâthe place where you always stood.
Chan steps forward, his hands gripping the microphone tightly, his voice trembling as he addresses the crowd. âSTAYs, tonight is⌠different,â he starts, his eyes flicking back to the members, all barely holding back their emotions. âOur member, y/n, couldnât be with us tonight. But he left us something. A message for all of you.â
The crowd stirs, sensing the gravity of the moment. Then, the massive screen behind the group flickers on, and there you are, sitting in a chair, pale but smiling gently at the camera. You look weaker than ever, but youâre trying to be strong, for them, for the fans.
âHello, STAYs,â you begin, your voice soft, yet steady. âIâm sorry I couldnât be there tonight with my brothers. The truth is⌠Iâm sick. Really sick.â
The arena falls into a deafening silence. Even though rumors had been swirling for weeks, hearing you confirm it feels like a punch to the gut for everyone present.
âIâve been fighting this for a while,â you continue, a sad smile tugging at your lips, âbut itâs gotten worse. And⌠I donât think Iâm going to survive this.â
The weight of your words sinks deep into the hearts of the fans, many of whom have already started to cry. The members on stage are barely holding it together. Felix wipes at his eyes, his face twisted in sorrow, tears falling down uncontrollably with I.N comforting him, while Hyunjin clenches his fists, his shoulders trembling.
You pause for a moment, as if gathering the strength to go on. âIâm sorry I couldnât sing live with you tonight. But I wanted to say goodbye properly, the only way I know howâthrough a song. This is my final song, and I want to dedicate it to all of you.â
The camera zooms in slightly as you take a deep breath. âSTAYs, thank you. You made me braver than Iâve ever been. Every moment on stage, every song, every smileâI did it because of you.â
You look down for a second, composing yourself, before looking back up at the camera, your eyes brimming with tears. âTo my hyungs, thank you for taking care of me. Youâre my family, and youâll always be my home.â
With that, you reach for your guitar and start strumming the familiar opening chords of Castle on the Hill. The stadium quiets, listening intently, as your voice fills the arena.
"When I was six years old, I broke my leg,
I was running from my brother and his friends."
The soft, nostalgic melody washes over the crowd, each note filled with bittersweet memories. The camera flashes between you, playing your final song, and old clips of Stray Kidsâthe early days when you were all just starting out, moments in the dorms, behind-the-scenes laughter.
"And I miss the way
You make me feel,
And itâs real."
Your voice trembles slightly, but you keep going, pouring everything you have left into this performance. The members on stage are frozen in place, their eyes locked on the screen as you sing about the good times, about the innocence of youth, and about home.
"When we watched the sunset
Over the castle on the hillâŚ"
The song continues, each lyric hitting harder than the last, and the fans can barely contain their sobs. You sing not just for them, but for your hyungs too, for the family youâre leaving behind.
"One friend left to sell clothes,
One works down by the coast,
One had two kids but lives alone,
Oneâs brother overdosed,
Oneâs already on his second wife,
Oneâs just barely getting by."
As you sing these lines, the camera flashes again to moments from the membersâ livesâChan struggling as a leader, Lee Know dancing through exhaustion, Han and Changbin composing until the early morning, Seungminâs late-night vocal practices, Hyunjinâs quiet moments of self-reflection, Felixâs smile breaking even through the toughest days.
"But these people raised me,
And I can't wait to go home."
Your voice catches on the word home, and itâs clear that youâre thinking of the membersâyour brothers who stood by you through it all. The camera shows clips of all eight of you together, laughing, crying, working, living.
"And I'm on my way,
I still remember these old country lanes,
When we did not know the answers."
The music swells, and the arena is filled with your voice, with memories, with everything youâve been through together. The fans, the members, everyone is united in the sadness of your goodbye.
"And I miss the way
You make me feel,
And itâs real,
When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill,
Over the castle on the hill,
Over the castle on the hill."
As the final chorus fades, the screen cuts back to you. Your guitar falls silent, and you look into the camera one last time, tears filling your eyes but a soft smile still on your lips.
âThank you, STAYs. You made me feel alive. You made me brave. I love you all so much.â
Your final words are barely above a whisper. âIâll be home soon.â
The screen goes dark. For a few moments, the arena is completely still. No one moves. No one speaks. Itâs as though the world itself is holding its breath, not wanting to acknowledge what just happened.
Then, the sobs startâquiet at first, then louder, until the entire stadium is filled with the sound of heartbreak. The members on stage are in tears, clutching onto each other for support. Chan tries to speak, but no words come out. He steps forward, wiping his face, and finally manages to say, âThank you, y/n. We love you.â
The concert ends not with an encore, not with cheers, but with the weight of your goodbye hanging in the air. STAYs leave the arena with heavy hearts, each one carrying a piece of you with them, your voice still echoing in their minds, the final notes of Castle on the Hill playing over and over.
You never made it back. But in that final moment, you felt at home.
Y/N, the youngest member of NewJeans, doesnât seem to fit in. Her groupmates think sheâs distant and always trying to outshine them. But during one performance, she steps forward with an unplanned solo, revealing a side of her that no one saw coming. As the truth comes out, everything changes, and Y/N is forced to take a choice she never chose.
Pairing â NewJeans x F! Reader (platonic)
Genre â Angst and a bit of fluff if u squint
Warnings â Mentions of trauma and abuse
WC â 8.6k words
Y/N had always been the outlier in NewJeans. The maknae, the sassy one, the one who never seemed to care. At least, thatâs what the others thought. From the moment she joined the group, she was distant, never quite fitting into their easy camaraderie. The way she threw herself into practice, trying to outdo everyone, the sharp remarks, the cold demeanorâit was enough to make them think she was just trying to steal the spotlight.
âSheâs so full of herself,â Hyein had muttered one day, rubbing her sore shoulders after another long practice session. âYeah, I donât get why she tries so hard,â Danielle added, her tone frustrated.
âItâs like she thinks she has to be perfect all the time.â Haerin hummed. âShe probably just wants to be the center of attention,â Minji sighed. âI donât know. Sheâs always got this attitude. Itâs like she doesnât care about us.â
What they didnât know was that Y/N was fighting a battle none of them could see. Her father, a man who had never supported her dream of becoming an idol, was the force behind her relentless drive.
To him, anything less than perfection was a failure. And failure wasnât an option. âIf you donât stay at the top, youâre done,â he had told her, his voice harsh. âIâll pull you out of that group and make sure you do something worthwhile. Doctor. Lawyer. Something respectable.â
She had no choice but to push herself harder than anyone else, even if it meant alienating her members. They didnât understand. They couldnât.
That night, the arena was packed. Thousands of fans waved their lightsticks, cheering as the stage lights dimmed for the next performance. Backstage, NewJeans were preparing for their set, but Y/N felt a knot in her stomach that wouldnât go away.
Tonight, she had to break free.
Before the others could ask what was wrong, Y/N stepped forward, holding her microphone tightly. Her heart raced as she looked at Minji, her voice trembling. âI need to sing a solo.â
âWhat?â Minji frowned, confused. âWe donât have time for that, Y/N. Itâs not part of the plan.â
âI'm sorry, but please.â Y/N said quietly, her eyes avoiding theirs. âI have to do this.â
The others exchanged glances, their frustration evident. What was she thinking? They had worked so hard to prepare for tonightâs show, and now Y/N was going off-script? But in the end they agreed. She never begs, nor apologizes. This must be important.
âFine,â Minji finally said, exasperated. âBut this better be quick.â
Y/N nodded and walked toward the stage, her steps heavy. As she stepped into the spotlight, she caught sight of her father sitting in the front row. His face was blank, emotionless, but Y/N knew better. She could feel his judgment, the pressure that had been suffocating her for years.
She grabs her guitar with her, playing the chords softly, and Y/N took a deep breath. This was it.
She was going to let everything out.
"When Iâm away from you, Iâm happier than everâŚ"
Her voice was soft at first, almost fragile, but the weight of the words echoed through the arena. The fans quieted, sensing something was different. Backstage, the other members stared in confusion, unsure of what was happening.
"Wish I could explain it better, I wish it wasnât trueâŚ"
Y/Nâs voice cracked slightly, but she kept going. The memories of her fatherâs cruel words, his impossible demands, played over and over in her mind. This wasnât just a performance anymoreâit was her story.
"You called me again, drunk in your benz, driving home under the influenceâŚ"
As the next verse flowed out, Minjiâs eyes widened in realization. This wasnât just some random song choice. Y/N was singing about something real. Something painful.
"You scared me to death, but Iâm wasting my breath, âcause you only listen to your fucking friendsâŚ"
Tears welled up in Y/Nâs eyes as she sang. She could feel her fatherâs cold gaze on her from the audience, and it made her chest tighten. She had spent so long trying to please him, trying to be perfect, but it was never enough.
"I donât relate to you, I donât relate to you, no, âcause Iâd never treat me this shitty, you made me hate this cityâŚ"
Haerin gasped softly, finally understanding. Y/N wasnât some brat trying to outshine them. She was fighting for her life, for her dream. And she had been doing it all alone.
"And I donât talk shit about you on the internet, never told anyone anything bad, âcause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything, and all that you did was make me fucking sadâŚ"
The pain in Y/Nâs voice was raw, unfiltered. Every word cut deeper, every note a release of all the emotions she had buried for years. The fans were in shock, many of them wiping away tears, while backstage, the members watched, hearts breaking.
"So donât waste the time I donât have, donât try to make me feel bad..."
Y/Nâs voice grew louder, more intense. The anger she had kept hidden for so long was finally spilling out. She wasnât just singing for herselfâshe was fighting for her freedom, for her right to choose her own life.
"I could talk about every time that you showed up on time, but Iâd have an empty line, âcause you never didâŚ"
Her hands trembled as she gripped the microphone, her voice carrying the weight of years of disappointment. Her father had never been there when she needed him, never supported her when she struggled, and now she was finally telling the world.
"Never paid any mind to my mother or friends, so I shut âem all out for you âcause I was a kidâŚ"
The lights on stage seemed to dim around her as the final words fell from her lips. The room was silent, the audience stunned, unsure of how to react to the raw honesty they had just witnessed.
Backstage, the other members could only stand in shock, tears streaming down their faces. Y/N had been fighting a battle none of them had seen, a battle they had misunderstood. She wasnât trying to be better than them. She was trying to survive.
"You ruined everything good, always said you were misunderstood, made all my moments your own..
just fucking leave me alone!"
By the end of the song, Y/Nâs voice was shaking, her body trembling from the emotional toll. She stood there, tears rolling down her cheeks, staring out into the darkened crowd, knowing her father was there, watching.
Then, as the final note faded, the silence was broken by slow, hesitant applause. It started with one person, then another, until the entire stadium erupted into cheers. The fans understood. They had felt her pain, and they were with her.
Y/N didnât move. Her eyes were locked on the figure of her father sitting in the front row. His face was cold, unfeeling, as if her words hadnât touched him at all. And in that moment, she knewâhe would never change. He would never let her be free.
As the rest of NewJeans rushed onto the stage to comfort her, Y/N felt her fatherâs presence like a dark cloud looming over her. Her members hugged her tightly, whispering apologies, telling her they were there for her now. But Y/N couldnât shake the feeling of dread.
âIâm so sorry,â Minji whispered, holding Y/Nâs shaking form. âWe didnât know⌠We didnât understand.â
âWe shouldâve seen it,â Hanni added, her voice thick with guilt. âYou didnât have to go through this alone.â
Y/Nâs tears fell faster, but she couldnât bring herself to respond. Her fatherâs eyes bored into her from across the stage, and she knew this wasnât over. It wasnât up to her anymore.
Suddenly, a figure began moving toward the stage. It was her father, pushing his way through the crowd, his face stone-cold with fury. The members of NewJeans noticed him at the same time, their protectiveness flaring up as they closed in around Y/N.
âWhat does he want?â Danielle asked, her voice trembling with anger.
Y/N didnât answer. She couldnât. She just stood there, frozen in place, as her father reached the edge of the stage and motioned for her to come down. His hand gestured sharply, a silent command.
âY/NâŚâ Minji started, her voice full of concern.
But Y/N knew she had no choice. She wiped her tears and stepped back from her groupmates, avoiding their eyes as she walked toward the stairs. The crowdâs cheers faded as confusion spread through the arena.
âWhere is she going?â Hyein whispered, panic creeping into her voice.
Her father grabbed her arm as soon as she reached him, pulling her away from the stage. The grip was tight, unforgiving. Y/N winced but didnât fight back. She was too drained, too scared. Her dream was slipping away before her eyes, and there was nothing she could do.
âNo,â Minji said firmly, stepping forward. âShe doesnât have to go with you.â
But Y/Nâs father shot them a cold glare. âThis is none of your business. Sheâs my daughter. And sheâs done with this ridiculous idol nonsense.â
Danielleâs fists clenched in anger. âYou canât do that to her. Sheâs not your puppet.â
Y/N shook her head slightly, signaling to her members that it was no use. This was her reality. Her fatherâs control over her life was too strong, and no matter how much they cared for her now, it wasnât enough to change that.
âIâm sorry,â Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible. âIâm so sorryâŚâ
Minji, Hanni, Danielle, Hyein and Haerin stood helplessly as Y/N was led away, her figure disappearing into the crowd. The fans, confused and heartbroken, watched as the youngest member of NewJeans was taken from the stage, her future with the group slipping away with every step.
As the doors to the backstage area closed behind her, Y/N felt her fatherâs control settling over her once again. The dream she had worked so hard for, the friendships she had finally started to buildâit was all slipping through her fingers.
She had sung her truth. She had shown the world who she really was.
But it wasnât enough.
Her fatherâs voice was low and cold as they left the venue. âThatâs it. Youâre done with this idol nonsense. Tomorrow, weâll start making plans for your future. A real future.â
Y/N didnât respond. She had nothing left to say.
As the car drove away from the arena, leaving the lights and cheers behind, Y/N stared out the window, her heart heavy with the realization that her dream was over.
She was no longer a part of NewJeans.
And in that cold night, she knew she would never be happier than ever again.
⌠hello! you can call me fushi or zhu âš3 I am bisexual and i use they/them pronouns. since i am bisexual, i will write for both male and female idols, if you are uncomfortable with reading ships such as (fxf) and (mxm) then please unfollow my blog and don't interact with it. i am a '09 liner (yes, i am a minor.)
WHAT I WRITE & who I write for
⌠i can write any genres, except for smut â i repeat, im a minor. i stan aespa, le sserafim, skz, and txt. but i can also write for other groups such as newjeans, ive, kiss of life, nmixx, svt, and many more.
