( 애인 ) 𝒾n which ︵ boyf!chan adores his shy!girlfriend. ⫶ 1,1O5 fluff comfort insecurity self-doubt established relationship mentions of social anxiety && overstimulation coquette!reader ( felix ver. )
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✶ chan who honestly thought he was dreaming when he saw you at the cafe. he was just trying to have a quiet moment with an iced americano, but then you walked in looking like a literal doll—ribbons in your hair, lace details on your outfit, the whole nine yards.
✶ chan who was already whipped before he even saw your bag. but then he caught sight of his own face on a pc holder dangling from your purse, and his heart actually skipped a beat. he noticed you kept peeking over, your face turning a bright shade of crimson every time you thought he might look back.
✶ chan who could tell you were trying so hard to stay composed and give him his space, which he found incredibly sweet, but you looked so nervous that he knew he had to be the one to bridge the gap. when he finally walked up to your table, his own palms were a little sweaty.
✶ chan who just gave you that classic, dimpled grin and said, "i really like your bag... and the guy on it has pretty good taste in fans, too." you looked like you were about to evaporate into thin air, but when you shyly managed to tell him your name, he knew he wasn't letting you go without your number.
✶ chan, your boyfriend now, whose protective instincts go into overdrive the second you’re in a crowd. he knows that being shy often means you feel "perceived" in a way that’s overwhelming, so he uses his body as a shield.
if you’re at a busy event, he’s always got a hand on the small of your back or he's pulling you into his side, creating a little physical barrier between you and the rest of the world.
he’s constantly tilting his head down to check your expression, whispering things like, "still okay, love?" or "we can leave in five minutes if you've had enough." he never makes you feel like your shyness is a chore; to him, it's just something precious he gets to guard.
✶ chan who is so in love with your style. he might not fully understand all the nuances of it, but he absolutely loves how much thought you put into your outfits.
he's the guy who will spend twenty minutes helping you tie the perfect bow in the back of your hair because you can’t reach it. he’ll hold your lace-trimmed cardigan while you try on clothes, and he never misses an opportunity to tell you how pretty you look.
✶ he loves the contrast of your soft, dainty style next to his usual all black, studio-rat look. he’ll often take candid photos of you when you’re not looking—just a shot of your hands holding a teacup or the way your ribbons flutter in the wind—and save them to a hidden folder on his phone titled "my angel."
✶ chan who takes over the "scary" social tasks without you even asking. if you’re at a restaurant and the music is too loud or you need an extra napkin but you’re too anxious to flag someone down, he’s already caught the waiter’s eye.
he who does it with so much natural charm and ease that it takes the pressure off you completely. he knows exactly when your voice gets that tiny, breathless wobble that means you’re feeling overwhelmed, and he’ll smoothly jump into the conversation to finish your sentence so you can just breathe. later, he’ll squeeze your hand under the table and give you a look that says, i got you, baby.
✶ chan who loves how loud your quiet love is. since you’re not the type to make big public declarations, he lives for the small, private things you do for him. he finds it incredibly endearing when you leave little sticky notes in his lyric book or when you sneak a heart-shaped sticker onto his laptop.
he's the type to get genuinely emotional over a handmade gift. he sees every little gesture as a piece of your heart that you’re trusting him with, and he treats those moments like they’re worth more than any award he’s ever won.
✶ chan who uses his leader voice to soothe your insecurities. when you’re having a bad day and your shyness turns into self-doubt, he’ll pull you onto his lap and just talk to you. there’s something about the frequency of his voice—that deep, calm, australian-laced tone—that just settles your nervous system.
he’ll talk about his day, or tell you stories about the members, or just ramble about music until he feels you finally relax against him. he loves the feeling of you tucking your face into his neck, hiding away from the world while he holds you. to him, being your safe place is the highest honor he could have.
✶ chan who gets incredibly giddy when you finally show your fan side to him. even though you’re his girlfriend now, he never forgets how you met. sometimes, when you’re at home in your pajamas, you’ll accidentally start humming one of his songs or mention a specific deep-cut track you love, and his face just lights up.
he loves that you were a fan of his work before you knew him, and he’ll tease you about it in the sweetest way.
"oh, so you really like this part, huh?" he'll say, leaning in with a grin. "i remember a certain girl in a cafe who was too shy to even look me in the eye..." it always ends with you blushing and him kissing the tip of your nose because he thinks you're the cutest thing on the planet.
if he catches you looking at a new teaser drop, he’ll lean over your shoulder and whisper, "is that guy your bias? i think i can get you his autograph." he loves teasing you until you’re a blushing mess, but he always follows it up by reminding you that he’s your biggest fan now, too.
✶ chan who's your biggest hype man, but only in the ways you're comfortable with. he knows that public praise might make you want to hide, so he saves the loudest cheering for when it’s just the two of you.
if you accomplish something—like speaking up in a meeting or even just making a phone call you were dreading—he treats it like a monumental victory.
he’ll pick you up, spin you around, and tell you how proud he is. he wants you to see yourself through his eyes: as someone who is incredibly brave and capable, even if you do it quietly.
You followed Felix to the washroom, grabbing some paper towel once you were inside, and standing at the mirror, dabbing at the blood.
“Let me do it:” Felix ordered softly, wetting the towel, wiping away the blood.
You sat obediently, before words stumbled out of you on their own accord. “What’s going to happen to him?”
“I’m not sure.” Felix confessed. “But we’re all pretty mad on your behalf, so you probably won’t see him again.”
The two of you sat in silence for a while, until the blood was cleared from your skin, and you decided to fix your hair. It was a conflicting thing, the boys doing harm to your boss. On the one hand, you could empathize with your boss, and felt that no one should go through whatever it was that was happening. However, you knew that the boys would be happier once they were done, and all the people that man harassed would be free. You ultimately decided not to intervene, because no matter what, you actions would be directly causing someone displeasure.
After a long silence, Felix spoke. “Are you upset?”
You glanced at him, before smiling brightly. “Nope. Just thinking.” You answer honestly, tightening your ponytail and straightening your uniform.
Felix seemed somewhat pleasantly surprised, the thought alone made you feel a little bit better about allowing a man to die. “I figured you’d be bothered.”
“I mean, I am? But if I make you stop, then you’ll all be sad, and all the people my boss bothers will go on being mad. Even though not doing anything is also not doing good, it leaves me out of a lose-lose situation.”
Felix nodded at your strange logic, grateful and intrigued by the serene energy you gave. “You need to learn to have opinions.” He said with a sigh, tucking your hair back.
“I know.”
“And to say no.”
“I know.”
“But?”
“But I’ve heard it all before. I’ve been told I’m easy to manipulate, that I’m going to live my life for others, that I’m being used. But I can’t bring it to myself to care. I wanna be easy to like.”
The two of you sat in silence for far too long before Felix spoke.
“Has anyone ever made you think you were hard to like?”
You shook your head slowly, feeling incredibly vulnerable.
“Darling, I need you to look at me.” His hand tilted your face up, forcing your eyes to meet his. “You are allowed to be someone. You don’t need to make yourself smaller when people won’t make enough space for you.”
His lips pressed to yours gently, and you melted into him. Felix wrapped his arms around your waist his hold firm but gentle, pulling you impossibly closer.
When he finally pulled away, you blushed brightly, frozen with disbelief.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.” He spoke the moment you separated.
“Uh, no, um… your fine…” You mumbled, your tone filled with shock.
Felix breathed out, relieved. “The guys are gonna be so jealous.” He grinned, and you tilted your head with confusion.
He tucked your hair back, saying nothing to clarify. “Cute. Anyways, I think we should go back out now.”
You didn’t reply, but you followed him back into the kitchen, where the boys were lounging. You glanced out at the restaurant, grateful it was still empty.
You looked back to the boys and Jisung immediately hugged you. “Are you alright? Did Felix make it better?” He spoke quickly, Felix spoke up for you.
“She tidied herself up a bit. I didn’t do much beyond tidying the nosebleed.”
Jisung stared at him with wide eyes. “Yah. Yongbok, how could you?”
You meant to ask why he was so offended, but you were a tad distracted the moment Jisung had a hand under your shirt, against the bruises forming on your ribs.
You stiffened with nerves, watching the man move a hand across the wounds on your torso, before cupping your face to run his thumb over any others there. “Jagiya, Felix really should’ve done this.”
“It’s not my fault. You want her to find out?” Felix countered, but watched Jisung’s hands with a sharp gaze.
Jisung ignored the freckled boy, kissing your forehead gently. “All better.” He cooed, staring at you fondly, while you stayed quiet.
This entire situation, decidedly, was the most confusing thing that had ever occurred. You didn’t like to question what others did, something you hadn’t done since you were a little girl, living with the idea that it would still happen wether you knew what it was or not, so why ask? On the other hand, why was it that all the aching was gone, replaced with a soft pulse? What did Felix mean ‘find out’? You didn’t realize how long you were immersed in thought until someone spoke.
“Bunny? You with us?” Changbin asked, waving a hand in front of your eyes playfully.
You smiled softly. “Yeah sorry, just zoned out.”
He smiled back, before chan spoke up.
“I think you have a few new customers. The boys and I are gonna have a quick chat, so feel free to go deal with them.”
You were more confused now. They seemed a bit suspicious, sending you away while planning to have a secret meeting. You knew you weren’t a part of their relationship, so you chose not to question it, returning to the front of the restaurant to work.
Skz POV
“What happened?”
All eyes were immediately on Felix, sensing his energy. The freckled boy way practically vibrating with joy.
Minho raised a brow. “So? Talk or we’re gonna serve fried chicken”
“We kissed.” Felix admitted, grinning widely. “Well, I kissed her and got all flustered but said I was ok.”
There was a brief pause before they erupted into chatter.
“I wanted to kiss her first!”
“I didn’t know we were allowed…”
“Can I go next?”
Chan clapped his hands rhythmically like a teacher, drawing all eyes to him.
“Why did you kiss her?” The oldest asked, and Felix paused. “Ah, she guessed that you were going to kill that guy, and I told her probably. She didn’t say anything after that, which lead to a chat about her being way to nice, like how she never seems to prioritize herself,” The others mumbled discontentedly, agreeing with the statement.”
“Get on with it.” Seungmin instructed.
“Right. So I was getting all worked up about how she needs to let herself be someone. Then, I just kissed her. I dunno, I was frustrated because I don’t know how to convince her she’s worth it, So I kissed her like that would convey what I wanted to say.”
There was a brief pause among the group, as the gods took in what he said. They were stuck. All of them could agree that they would’ve done the same, but no one knew how to move forward.
Jisung broke the silence. “When you kissed her, did she, like, seem uncomfortable. Was it a good reaction?”
“She wasn’t stiff.” Felix mused, like the kiss was some sort of experiment. “She sort of gave in immediately. Didn’t kiss back, but not upset I think. And she said it was ok after so, I take that as an invitation.” He nodded.
Hyunjin raised his hand and Felix called on him.
“Do you think that’s a you specific invitation? Or all of us?” Hyunjin asked, only for Chan to interrupt.
“Guys.” He sighed. “That does not mean you can kiss her whenever you like. Getting caught up in the moment isn’t good, but it’s an excuse. You should always ask.” The oldest lectured, and Hyunjin and Felix were quick to the defence.
“I meant that our relationship is now in that place where it wouldn’t be out of place for me to ask.” Felix rushed, and Hyunjin nodded frantically.
“Yeah, I was just wondering if that extended to-“ He paused when a light knock came on the swinging kitchen door.
genre: crackfic, dark comedy, dark romance, thriller
summary: hyunjin invites you over to hang out with him and his friends. they try to kill you. you survive! aaaand now they’re obsessed with you.
warnings: attempted murder of protagonist(reader), violence, blood, stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of death/murder/dismemberment/(implied)rape(it’s just in a conversation, it didn’t happen to anyone in the fic!!), cursing, homicidal behavior/psychopathy, dumb han and felix, people die, the love interests(skz) are the problem, nobody here is okay, english is obvi not my first language
word count: 13k
you almost got murdered.
by eight gorgeous men.
yea, y/n. you got yourself into that situation. but how?
you were walking home once, minding your own business, chewing on some thought. could have been anything. from dinner to what you need to do tomorrow, let’s not act like it matters. none of these little details matter, what does, is that a man was walking towards you. (an: guys i’ll clarify it now that it’s hyunjin. i just hate when fanfics try to describe looks when we don’t know names yet)
the man passed you. smelled great. nothing more.
“is this yours?”
that was him. his voice. he talked to you.
you stopped then and turned around. he was also standing still, looking at you. holding a single airpod.
no. it was not yours. at all. not your airpod.
“shit. yes, it is.” you smiled. a hundred percent aware that the single airpod was not yours.
hyunjin smiled, relieved in a way that suggested he had not planned beyond step one: talk to pretty girl. he asked your name. you asked his. he pretended he wasn’t internally rehearsing how to introduce you to the worst decision of your life.
and that’s exactly how you got yourself into the situation before your getting murdered one, where you kept seeing hyunjin, never really revealing that the airpod was not yours. you didn’t want to, he was just so cute.
and also a serial killer, not like you knew that though.
hyunjin was always the best with the women. or with the people in general. the other seven guys were… doing alright with them, sure, some better and some worse, but hyunjin always got what he wanted. he was the one collecting the people, another person to kill.
which did not happen to you, duh it’s in the first line, but how? how, when the eight of them, eight little nobodies who only got through school and universities because of each other, are so good at killing? how, when it’s the main thing that bonds them together and gives them their sick little dosage of joy? how, when that’s the thing they can do best? how, when they’re fit? lucky? hot?
yea i’ll just stop with all the questions. i’m boutta explain, obvi.
so. you two started meeting up. you not telling him that the airpod wasn’t yours, him not telling you he was planning on sliming you out.
once, he invited you out. you two have been out hundreds and thousands of times(like five times), so it didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary to you. not a date, he said hang out. his place. “a few friends might be there” he added. you went. fucking idiot.
the place was so fucking cool. big. looked good. kinda place where you immediately lost cell service and your sense of direction.
“that’s just the guys.” hyunjin had also said when you two got there, gesturing inside.
you met them all in under three minutes, which was about two minutes too many. chan was a gentleman. he smiled. he shook your hand. he had huge arms and was gorgeous.
minho and seungmin both looked like they hated you. looked you up and down. acted like bitches. acted like they didn’t understand what you wanted when you said hi and introduced yourself. acted like you were beneath them. hm.
changbin saved the moment by immediately knocking over a chair and laughing at himself. he was sweet. he asked you if you wanted a drink. that was nice, because he meant that. he wanted to get you something to drink, even if he wanted to kill you after. wanting to absolutely murder you wasn’t personal, so he wasn’t going to make it personal.
felix and unfortunately han, two sunshine or whatever you heard the guys say about them(why were there two?) were sweet, but dumb. han tried to shake your hand and missed. felix complimented your shoes and then apologized to the floor.
jeongin bowed. he asked if you were real. he told chan you were out of his league. chan was about to smash his head into a wall. he seemed intelligent though, a little playful, a little flirty. sweet guy. (also a fucking psychopath y/n run run RUN)
through all of it, hyunjin, the liar, the asshole, stayed near you. calm. watching. soooo fucking hot, man. everyone else was loud or mean or deeply stupid, but hyunjin looked at you like he didn’t quite know what to do with you.
which was funny, because the rest of them clearly knew exactly what they wanted to do with you.
they were bad at hiding it. terrible, actually. chan kept whispering. minho and seungmin stared too long. felix dropped something sharp and went “oops”. jeongin asked, loudly, if you were good at running, then immediately said he meant marathons.
you thought they were weird. intense. hot, unfortunately. you had no idea you were being sized up.
so. like two hours into the hang out. you didn’t have your phone with you, it was in the living room somewhere. you were in the kitchen with hyunjin, leaning against a counter, listening to him explain, calmly, something about the cabinets.
“uhuh.” you said, opening three drawers and finding nothing but knives. so many knives. “oouukay.”
from the living room, something heavy scraped across the floor.
“alright.” chan’s voice came. “enough foreplay.”
you frowned, no idea what he was referring to. yet. “that’s a weird thing to say out loud.”
hyunjin hummed. then seungmin appeared in the doorway, posture lazy, swaying a lil, with a fire poker in his hand. i repeat, fire poker.
you had just enough time to think oh that’s new, before he swung. clean. aimed at your head.
you ducked on instinct. the poker smashed into the cabinet behind you, splintering wood, sending a drawer of knives exploding onto the floor.
everyone froze for half a second.
“jesus.” changbin said from somewhere nearby. “we just fixed that.”
you stared at seungmin. he stared back. you two stared at each other for a while.
“…huh.” you said. “okay.”
then you ran.
the boys just… got into it immediately. switched. getting up. listening to your footsteps. laughing. jeongin whooped. they all obviously had done this before. they were so boyish, all of them. and so fucking evil.
you ran down a hallway, heart slamming in your ribs. a door on your left? locked. on your right, open.
you ran into a study and immediately regretted it. felix was there, sitting on a desk, holding a crossbow. WHERE. DID. HE. GET. THAT. FROM.
“oh!” he said, genuinely delighted. “hey.”
“move.” you snapped.
he winced sympathetically. “can’t.”
the shit that he shot out of the bow that i don’t know the name of thunked into the wall beside your head. close enough that you felt the vibration.
“fuck you.” you said, accepting it surprisingly quick that you were getting hunted down.
you burst back into the hall and nearly collided with changbin. he caught you by the shoulders automatically, steadying you.
“okay.” he said, quick and quiet. “left stair’s blocked. right one buys you maybe twenty seconds.”
“why are you telling me?” you panted.
he shrugged. “i like you.”
then he leaned down, pressed a quick kiss into your hair, warm, apologetic, and shoved you forward by the middle of your back.
“go.” he said. “before i change my mind.”
you went.
behind you, he called out cheerfully: “she went right!”
“YOU FUCKING LIAR.” minho yelled immediately.
you ran up the stairs two at a time. at the top when you turned, han was waiting, holding a bat.
“oh shit.” he said. “hi.”
you grabbed the bat mid-swing, yanked it free, and cracked him across the shin. you fucking rock y/n.
he screamed, fell over, and immediately yelled: “timeout! timeout!”
you ditched the bat(DUMB bitch) and ran into what looked like a… whatever room. it was big, too big, too open, too much of a bad choice.
chan stepped into your path. was this bitch there the whole time? no, he couldn’t be. could he?
you spun, only to find minho closing in. you kicked him in the knee. hard. he lunged. you ducked, grabbed a chair again and swung blindly. the thing is, you were extremely weak tho. the chair could have been a fucking pillow at this point, because he just stepped away from it. and you… kinda went with the chair. but you stood up! luckily.
they loved this. they loved the way you fought. the way you adapted. the way you didn’t scream, just swore and moved and made it harder than it was supposed to be. it made them better. sharper. meaner. more playful.
you ran out the door you came in thru and shut it behind you, jamming a heavy table against it. the boys could have prevented that, they just didn’t. you were way too fun, and they knew that you were getting tired. they knew they were going to win this. again.
you waited a bit.
the door shuddered. once. twice.
then stopped.
silence.
your stomach dropped. that was never good.
“okay.” hyunjin’s calm voice came, suddenly close, from behind you. “i’m gonna need you to turn around.”
you spun.
for a moment, you just stared at each other.
“yeah.” you said breathlessly. “so. the airpod?”
he winced. “yeah.”
“figures. sorry for lying about it.”
“it’s fine. i lied too.” he stepped aside, gesturing toward a side door. gentlemanly. insane. “run.” he said. “i’ll count to five.”
“why?”
he smiled, small. “because it’s more fun when you almost make it.”
you didn’t wait for five. you ran again, heart in your throat.
“YOU’RE DOING GREAT!” felix shouted when he saw you run past him. “I MEAN—STOP!”
yeah. pfftt.
the house stopped making sense after a while. corridors doubled back on themselves, which was fucking brutal. there were rooms you swore you’d already crossed. you ducked into a side room and slammed the door, immediately realizing, too late, that it didn’t lock.
“fuck.” you whispered, hands on your knees, trying to quiet your breathing. and you listened. footsteps walked past. someone laughed, a really… loud laugh. jeongin’s voice echoed from somewhere far off. you could hear how unserious his voice was, talking bout sum “she’s still upright, folks, which is honestly impressive” genuinely just making fun of the situation.
“keys.” you muttered. “i need keys.” because you clearly remembered hyunjin closing the front door after you.
from behind the curtain came a soft, confused, very close: “…huh.”
you froze.
the curtain moved. it was han, holding a knife and a flashlight upside down, blinking at you.
“oh” he said. “hi.”
third hi he said tonight. hi to you too, han.
you stared at each other.
“uh.” he said.
“yeah.” you replied.
a beat passed.
another.
he frowned at the flashlight, turned it the right way up, immediately blinded himself, and yelped.
“sorry.” he said, rubbing his eyes. “didn’t mean to corner you.” serial killer btw.
“you did.” you said. “that’s literally what you did.”
“right.” he nodded. “yeah. so. i’m supposed to, uh—” he made a weak stabbing motion with his hand that held the knife. missed entirely. “—do the thing.”
you glanced at the knife in his hand. them at him. then back at the knife. “you don’t look super confident about that.” you said.
he shrugged. “i get nervous.” he hesitated. then leaned in and whispered: “hyunjin gave his keys to chan, i saw it.”
your eyes widened. “…thanks.”
he smiled, shy. “okay.” he said, stepping aside. “i’m gonna count to… uh… what’s fair?”
“ten.” you said immediately.
he nodded seriously. “ten.”
you bolted.
“ONE—” he shouted, already losing count. “THREE—WAIT—”
you ran out. didn’t get far though, you heard too many noises, so you did what made sense at the moment. hide again. and you did hide again, at least tried, you were soon interrupted by seeing felix, who was crouched behind a couch, chewing on a cereal bar.
he looked up mid-bite. “oh. hello again.”
“move. again.” you said.
he scooted instantly. “yep.”
you walked past. paused. looked back. “why are you hiding?”
he swallowed. “i forgot what the plan was.”
“oh. i’m sorry.”
“it’s alright.”
from the hallway, heavy footsteps approached. chan, probably. he walks confident. you can just… hear his walk. felix heard it too. he grimaced.
“he’s gonna be mad.” felix whispered. “he hates when i lose track.”
you looked at felix. then at the hallway. then back at felix. “you’re fine. it’s not your fault. i think so, at least.” you looked around. “he just feels like the fucking star of the show, having the keys and all that”
felix’s eyes lit up. “oh! yeah, he’s got those.”
boom. that was your plan. sneak the keys into the conversation. get to know about it. you’ll be out of there in no time, y/n.
you looked back at him. “can you distract him?”
felix thought for a second, then shook his pretty head enthusiastically. “absolutely not.”
“…fair.”
he stood anyway, squared his shoulders, and marched into the hallway yelling “HEY BRO I THINK SHE WENT—”
you didn’t hear the rest. you ran. you climbed stairs, ducked under a railing, slipped through a door that led into a laundry room, and locked it. the blessed, beautiful click of a lock nearly made you cry. then you crouched between machines, shaking, trying not to laugh or scream or do both.
minutes passed. nothing. then, a knock. polite. gentle.
you stared at the door.
hyunjin’s voice followed, calm as ever. “i’m not coming in.”
“yeah?” you called. “promise?”
“cross my heart.”
“don’t have one.” jeongin added from somewhere farther back.
hyunjin sighed.
the fact that jeongin heard you talk and didn’t go to the laundry room says a lot about them though. tells you that they’re doing this for fun. that they’re not in a hurry at all.
you edged closer to the door, careful. “i need the keys.”
“i know.”
“give them to me.”
a pause. you imagined him leaning against the wall, hands in pockets, watching the floor. “you almost deserve them.” he said. “that’s the problem.” from down the hall came a crash, followed by changbin yelling. hyunjin continued anyway, softer now. “if you get them, though… you’re really leaving.”
“yes.”
“shame.”
fucking manipulator. that’s what he is. “you’re really leaving” oh boo fucking hoo. sappy asshole.
the doorknob jiggled once.
“five minutes.” he said. “that’s what I can give you.”
then footsteps retreated. you sagged against the dryer, adrenaline buzzing. five minutes. okay. you had to get out for sure, otherwise you would be so dead. so, next, run. you were going to run. open the door and… go… some… way. anyways, that’s what you did after about one minute of sitting on the floor and thinking about how will you do that. you got out, and didn’t stop running so much as you failed forward into the next hallway.
somewhere behind you, han shouted your name wrong, twice, then tripped over absolutely nothing and went down with a sound like a dropped bookshelf.
“FUCK.” he yelled. “i’m okay! I’M OKAY.”
you risked a glance back just in time to see him scramble up, only to immediately collide with minho, who had come around the corner too fast. they hit the wall together, tangled, swearing.
you burst through a door and nearly slammed straight into seungmin. both of you froze. like actually froze. inches apart. his breath was loud. yours was worse. he stared at you. you stared at him. his grip tightened on whatever sharp thing he had in his hand.
“…hi.” you said.
“sup.” he said. “you’re shorter up close.”
“fuck you.”
“later.” he agreed easily.
you looked at him, furrowing your pretty brows.
he glanced down at the knife in his hand, then back up at you. “this is awkward.”
“yeah.”
he tilted his head. “you okay?”
“no.” you said.
“hm.”
there was a beat where neither of you moved. somewhere far away, something crashed, probably han.
seungmin tilted his head. “you gonna run, or are we doing this weird staring thing?”
you lunged left.
he lunged right.
you both smacked into the same doorframe and recoiled in pain.
“fuck.” you mumbled, rubbing your pretty head.
“shit, okay, that one’s on me.” he admitted, rubbing his shoulder. his pretty shoulder. that sweater looked good on him, by the way. yeah. hm. really good. but that didn’t fucking matter when he lunged again.
you screamed, slipped on a rug, and went down hard, only for minho to come in from the side and tackle seungmin directly into a glass table. the table shattered.
you stared.
they stared back.
“…go.” seungmin shook his head, waving you off.
you did not need to be told twice. behind you, minho yelled smth like “WHY ARE YOU LETTING HER GO?”
a crash. a thud.
then seungmin, very calmly: “because you’re pissing me off.”
you ran straight into han and felix arguing at the end of the hall.
“i said left.” han insisted, holding a crowbar upside down.
“you always say left.” felix argued, holding a taser and clearly forgetting how it worked.
you skidded to a stop.
all three of you froze.
you were panting. “can you both—”
felix lunged. han lunged. they lunged into each other. they crashed, arms everywhere, legs everywhere, clothes everywhere, the smell of men everywhere, tangled up, the taser going off uselessly into the air.
“STOP STABBING MY JACKET.” felix yelled.
“I THOUGHT YOU WERE HER.” han yelled back.
you stepped over them. “thank you.” you said sincerely, and ran.
you rounded a corner and slammed straight into chan, full chest-to-chest. you both stumbled back a step. he held you automatically, hands on your arms. you stared up at him. he stared down at you.
he almost smiled.
then han came sprinting in, tripped over absolutely nothing, and took chan out at the knees.
“OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY.” han yelled, tangled in chan’s limbs. “I DIDN’T SEE YOU.”
seungmin and minho found you again. jeongin leaned against a wall, wiping dust off his knees. han just got up and felix came in late, and they tripped over each other again. chan just sighed at this point.
you backed toward the door, hands up.
then while getting up, felix slipped. took han down with him. again. they crashed into minho, who slammed into seungmin.
jeongin smiled. “DOMINOES!”
that was your chance to do something. something to even just slow these guys down, anything, bro. so, you did. when chan stood up finally, you lunged for him.
but like… that asshole just laughed in your face and twisted away easily, shoving you past him. “go.” he said. “you’re warmer when you keep moving.”
weirdo. but you ran again anyway, down a side corridor, thru a door and immediately ate shit. your foot caught on absolutely nothing, and you slid, palms burning, your pretty little skin they want to cut so bad just gone like that.
behind you, there was a collective “OOHHHH.”
you rolled your eyes. sighed. thought about just lying there because they would probably still miss even if you were completely still. you decided maybe not. so you scrambled up and ran again, swearing, adrenaline making everything feel fucking crazy. unreal. is this really happening?
you didn’t know how long you ran. time stopped somewhere around the third near death experience.
you went downstairs and upstairs and downstairs again, back and forth, hoping to find something that could save your life. when you were back at the stairs for the seventh time that night, you took the stairs three at a time, only to find han at the top, again, wheezing, holding a knife backwards.
“WAIT.” he said. “hold on—timeout—my lung—”
you ran past him.
he immediately tripped over his own foot and tumbled down the stairs alone, screaming “I’M FINE—I’M NOT FINE—TELL MY MOM—”
you didn’t look back. you burst into a bedroom and slammed the door, locking it just as something heavy hit the other side.
silence.
your chest heaved. sweat slicked your now skinless palms. you pressed your back to the door and slid down until you were sitting on the floor, brain finally catching up enough to think.
okay. door. big house. front door has keys. keys are on someone. they told you it’s at chan but he could have gave it to anyone since that.
that was bad.
you stood, looking through the room. window. too high. bathroom. connected. closet. tiny but usable. fuck yes. you hid in the closet just as the door opened.
footsteps. slow. unhurried. manly.
“you know, i really thought we had something.” jeongin. sweet. acting, obviously.
you clapped a hand over your mouth.
he paced the room, dragging something metal lightly along furniture. an axe, maybe.
“like, don’t get me wrong.” he continued conversationally, “i love the chase. big fan. but the eye contact earlier? intimate.”
you heard him stop in front of the closet.
“…you in there?”
you didn’t move.
he sighed. then, dropped to his knees. you could see him through the slats now, sprawled on the floor.
“y/n.”
you could hear your breathing. you could also hear his. which meant…
“come out.”
…he could hear yours too.
okay. fuck. your only option was to make a run for it. so, after taking a biiiiig big breath, you burst out of the closet and kicked him in the shoulder. was it successful? was it a good kick? who knows. it knocked him down, that’s what matters, but it was a pretty lame kick after all. he only went down because he wanted to, not because you actually kicked him good.
anyways, you ran again. out the room. then immediately skidded to a stop when seungmin opened a door in front of you.
he stepped aside immediately. “after you.” he said, gesturing inside.
you stared at him.
he stared back.
you could hear hyunjin make a noise, talking with changbin.
seungmin raised his brows. “i insist.”
he knew that you needed an escape route and this was your only option. you knew he knew.
you sighed. ran through it, and it slammed shut behind you. you could hear a snicker(his voice), then silence. maybe he left. maybe not.
the room you were in was darker. storage. boxes. is this place even owned by these guys? or do they just come here to… play?
you hid behind a shelf, crouching, heart in your ears.
okay. think.
front door. locked. too obvious. you needed keys. you needed a person.
but they were playing. this wasn’t about killing you quickly. it was about the fun. about testing themselves. about proving, again, that they were smarter, faster, better. the teamwork thrilled them. having prey thrilled them.
footsteps approached. you tensed.
door opened. han stepped into the room, tripped over absolutely nothing, and face-planted into a stack of boxes. why always this guy?
“oh COME ON.” he groaned. “i wasn’t even chasing her!”
neither of you moved.
“…you okay?” you asked.
“yeah.” he said, looking up, nose bleeding. “yeah. you?”
“living the dream.”
he nodded. then, very gently, he pointed back towards the door. “they’re coming.” he whispered.
in the doorway, felix appeared, pointing at han. “dude. again?”
you took the chance and got out of your hiding place, quick, and bolted past them both.
felix gasped. “oh shit—sorry—sorry—”
han tried to follow, slipped again, and yelled: “WAIT FOR ME!”
a crash. a curse. someone else falling over him.
you ran down the hall toward what you hoped was the front of the house. behind you, shouting, laughter, whooping, bodies colliding, someone yelling “WHO LEFT THIS CHAIR HERE?” you rounded a corner and skidded to a stop in front of the front door. you tried the door. locked. you didn’t know where the keys are. your chest tightened. behind you, footsteps slowed. confident. chan, seungmin, minho, jeongin, closing in.
you turned around. the wall met your back hard enough to knock the air out of you.
“okay.” you said, breathless, palms flat against cold wood. “okay. this is—yeah. alright.”
the other four found you too. felix, panting. han, limping. hyunjin and changbin obviously not affected because they didn’t really take part of the chase. blocking off every possible exit.
chan didn’t take his eyes off you. “everyone good?” he asked, calm. so fucking calm. knowing he won.
“peachy.” jeongin said.
“bit winded.” felix added. “but spiritually fulfilled.”
changbin gave you an apologetic little wave. “sorry.”
two seconds later, seungmin lunged.
you fought, harder than they expected, apparently, elbowing, kicking, swearing. but they were coordinated now, hands grabbing wrists, legs hooking yours, pressure applied. you went down. not slammed, though. controlled. that fucking pissed you off more.
seungmin had your arms pinned. minho had a knee near your thigh, firm. chan crouched in front of you, looking down at your pretty face.
the second you were fully restrained, jeongin shrieked. “oh my GOD we got her!”
he leapt into felix’s arms. felix caught him, squealing back.
“we did it!” felix yelled.
they spun once. almost fell. han clapped wildly and then tripped into changbin, taking them both down.
you lay there, chest heaving, heart pounding, not knowing what the fuck was happening. because they didn’t seem dangerous, but you knew they were.
chan tilted his head. “you ran well.”
“thanks.” you said.
jeongin crouched low, level with your face. “so. how you feeling?”
“fuck off.”
hyunjin tilted his pretty head, hands in his pockets. “you did really well.” he told you quietly.
you forced yourself to breathe slower. think. keys. chan’s jacket pocket. right side. you’d seen the outline earlier when he caught one of the boys mid fall.
jeongin tilted his head at you. “are you afraid? like, i’m actually asking, because i need to know what to do differently next time. are you afraid of death? did we make you feel like you’re going to die? how would you rate it out of ten?”
you sighed, looking down at the floor. “getting killed is, like, the last thing on my list right now.”
they paused.
seungmin grimaced. “yeah, no.”
“oh, no.” felix said, shaking his head
“dude.” minho murmured.
“we would never.” changbin whispered.
“ew.” han blurted, horrified.
you narrowed your eyes. “ew?”
“no—no—not ew you.” he babbled. “i mean—fuck—you’re hot—shit—sorry—what I meant was—”
jeongin smacked the back of his head. “stop talking.”
seungmin grimaced. “we’re not… that evil.”
minho crossed his arms. “jesus.”
chen straightened slightly. “that’s not our thing.”
you watched it all carefully. the discomfort. the immediate correction. the way the tone shifted. interesting.
“relax.” you said, rolling your neck as much as the hold allowed. “i know.”
“thank you.” han said, sweating. “sorry. respectfully.”
“you’re fine.” you murmured.
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
but something had shifted. you saw it. that weird line you’d dropped, half joke, half truth because it’s horrible that we have to live in a world like this, hit somewhere they didn’t like. their version of evil had rules. sooo fucking weird ones, but still.
“okay.” you said suddenly. “wait. wait.”
they paused.
“what.”
“i think i’m gonna throw up.”
“fuck—” changbin recoiled.
“not on me.” minho said, backing up.
“turn her head!” felix yelped.
jeongin scrambled backward on his hands and feet.
chan watched seungmin loosen his grip just a fraction, instinct overriding everything. “are you actually nauseous?”
“yeah.” you croaked, gagging for effect. “stress. adrenaline. it hit now that i’m still.”
hyunjin crouched beside you, studying your face. “you might want to give her space.”
“THANK you.” you gasped.
they got off you. you rolled to your side, clutching your stomach dramatically. and in that shuffle, arms moving, balance adjusting, you shoved your hand straight into chan’s jacket pocket. your fingers hit metal.
keys.
you grabbed them and curled them into your palm just as jeongin leaned back in. “you good?”
you scrambled to your knees, pushing past them, one hand over your mouth, the other clenched tight around the keys.
“don’t run.” chan warned.
you made eye contact with him.
and ran.
“FUCK.” seungmin yelled.
“GO GO GO.” han screamed, even though he was on the wrong side.
you sprinted down the hallway, heart about to explode, keys biting into your palm. behind you, footsteps. but now… less playful. more oh shit.
han tripped immediately. felix ran into a wall. changbin yelled: “STAIRS—CUT HER OFF—” and jeongin was just shouting around for fun. just hootin n hollerin.
you ran down the hall.
behind you, hyunjin’s calm voice said: “don’t panic.” which was funny. because they finally were.
you ran away from them. deep into the house again. you heard the footsteps disappear from behind you. good. good.
you slowed just enough to think. you couldn’t outrun eight of them forever.
chan and hyunjin were walking together on the halls. hyunjin had a small, neat folding knife now resting loose between his fingers. chan had taken a syringe with him. already prepped. yes, he can do a lot with only one syringe. his other hand kept brushing the empty space where the keys used to be.
he didn’t like that.
“she took them clean.” chan said.
“yeah.” hyunjin replied quietly. “good hands.”
chan glanced at him. “you sound impressed.”
“i am.”
“you like her?”
hyunjin didn’t answer.
“if we lose her, we change locations.” chan said, ignoring that his earlier question didn’t get an answer. he already knew it.
hyunjin nodded. but there was something under it. for the first time, the outcome wasn’t certain. that was unusual for them, because they usually did really, really good at this. once someone was caught by them, there was no escape. you were the first one who lived to a second round. he found that interesting. and yeah, he might have started developing a tiny little crush on you, back when you two were just meeting up normally. so what? he’s allowed to!
jeongin moved alone. still with his axe that he’d twirled into familiarity. he swung it lightly as he walked. he checked corners, smiling. as if he was dancing.
“y/n.” he called, sing-song. “be honest, was it the flirting? too much? i can dial it back. slightly.”
he stepped over a fallen chair.
“i just feel like we had chemistry.”
he grinned to himself. he loved this part, the story, the tension, the almost. he knew you were thinking now. they got a thinker. he loves that. he hates that.
he paused, listening. then grinned. “oh, you sneaky girl.”
seungmin had the fire poker again. reliable. brutal.
he liked the chase because it stripped people down to instinct. no masks. no pretending. no lying. just raw survival. that’s what he respected.
“c’mon.” he murmured. “don’t go quiet on me.”
you were irritating him. he barely got irritated. ever.
changbin and minho moved together. changbin carried an injection case now, plus a heavy flashlight he could swing if needed. minho had a hunting knife.
they turned a corner. empty.
“she’s doing something.” minho realized.
changbin’s smile(that came upon his face while he was thinking about you, hehehe) faded. “oh.”
they heard a noise and both spun, only to slam into each other again.
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE.” minho snapped.
“shit.” changbin said, steadying the other guy by his shoulders. “let’s just go.”
you moved through hallways. your lungs burned, but your head was clear now. you slipped into a side room and crouched low, listening.
footsteps passed. voices echoed elsewhere. they’d spread too wide.
you waited. counted to twenty. then moved.
back at the hyunjin chan duo, hyunjin stopped in the hallway. “she’s heading back.” he said quietly.
chan. followed his gaze toward the front of the house. “you sure?”
“yes.”
“how?”
“it’s what i’d do.”
meanwhile, at the front door han sat on the floor, back against the wall, holding a shovel. felix sat beside him on the other side of the door with a frying pan he absolutely did not need to be trusted with.
“…we guarding?” han asked.
felix looked at the door. looked at the hallway. looked back at the door.
“…yeah.” he decided.
they both nodded, serious.
“you think she thinks i’m cute?” han asked, adjusting his grip on the shovel.
“bro.” felix said immediately. “absolutely.”
“really?”
“yea, mate.”
they dapped each other up.
“if she makes it back here, i call saying something smooth.” felix said thoughtfully.
“what’s smooth?”
“i don’t know yet.”
while they talked, you grabbed a metal… something from a side table. and started walking back toward the front door.
“she definitely liked when i said she was hot.” han said.
“respectfully.” felix said.
“respectfully.” han looked away, then back at felix. “she’s gonna be so impressed when we catch her.”
“dude. literally.”
they fist bumped.
then, a loud sound came from down the hallway, and a metal object rolling fast across the floor toward them.
they screamed, then scrambled to their feet, immediately abandoning the door.
“dude. we’re gonna fucking die.” han cried.
felix grabbed his arm. “if y/n was here right now, she’d hold my hand.”
“yeah.” han said, terrified. “she’d be so brave.”
“should we check?”
“absolutely not.”
“…we should get the others.”
“yes.”
they ran away from the door, deeper back into the house, yelling for backup.
the front door stood unguarded.
you waited three full seconds after their footsteps faded. then you moved. silent. you didn’t run, that was important. you didn’t want to make noise.
behind you, distant voices.
“FRONT DOOR!”
“THEY LEFT IT—”
you walked to the door quickly. put the key in. wrong key. tried another. wrong key. another. unlocked it. opened it.
now, you ran. you ran, and didn’t stop. you didn’t look back. already past the gate. past the trees. gone.
for the first time ever, they’d lost.
the boys regrouped at the front door. empty. door slightly open.
silence.
chan looked at the door. then at hyunjin, who stared at the gap, face blank. he felt respect. and relief.
seungmin looked at the lock. then at chan’s empty pocket. then back at the lock.
for a second, nobody spoke.
“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” minho said, sneering.
behind them, han and felix jogged in, out of breath and pale.
“okay.” felix panted. “so—update—there’s a hallway demon—”
they stopped when they saw everyone standing still, all backs turned to them.
felix looked around. “anyone else feel a breeze?”
chan walked to the door in three steps and shoved it open the rest of the way. empty driveway. dark trees. no you.
jeongin blinked. “…no.”
seungmin made a sound like someone had just run over his foot. “noooo.”
minho rubbed both hands down his face. “no no no no—”
jeongin looked at the ceiling. “oh that’s embarrassing. that’s so embarrassing for us.”
han gasped “shit, she did it!”
felix nodded. “i always believed in her.”
they high-fived.
every head turned.
“are you two serious right now?” seungmin snapped.
han immediately jumped into felix arms.
chan stepped back inside slowly and shut the door, quiet. too quiet. “no one moves.” he said.
seungmin was already halfway to the threshold, fire poker still in hand. “we can still see the road—”
chan grabbed his arm. hard. “i said no.”
seungmin yanked free. “she’s on foot.”
“she has a head start.”
jeongin crossed his arms, shifting his weight. “so we just—what—clap?”
“use your brain for once.” chan, voice low. “you’ll make mistakes.”
“oh, i’m sorry.” seungmin snapped. “did your pocket make a mistake?”
OHHHHH.
minho swore and kicked a chair across the room. it smashed into the wall. “THIS is why we don’t get cute.” he said. “this is why we don’t play with our food.”
chanbin winced. “okay, that phrase—”
“not the time.” seungmin cut in.
hyunjin leaned against a table, arms crossed, watching the boys.
seungmin looked at him, suspicious. the level of angry where he gets suspicious at anything. “you’re quiet.”
“thinking.”
“about?”
hyunjin didn’t answer.
“you liked her.” minho accused.
hyunjin’s eyes flicked to him, calm and flat. “irrelevant.”
“bullshit.”
chan stepped between them before it turned physical. “enough.”
“no, not enough.” jeongin shot back. “she got past eight of us. eight.”
“seven.” seungmin muttered. “i was close.”
“YOU HIT A CABINET.” changbin screeched.
felix, still holding han bridal style, raised a hand. “i think we should acknowledge that she was very good.”
everyone stared at him.
han nodded seriously. “and brave.”
minho looked like he might actually kill them. “put him down.”
felix gently set han on his feet.
han immediately pointed at minho. “your energy is aggressive.”
minho grabbed a glass off a table and hurled it into the fireplace. it shattered. “THIS is aggressive.”
“billy badass over there.” changbin murmured, crossing his huge arms.
minho didn’t hesitate to turn towards changbin and shove him. changbin shoved back automatically.
“don’t start.” chan warned.
too late. seungmin grabbed minho’s shoulder and pulled him back. minho shook him off. jeongin stepped between them, not to help, just to watch. “god, you’re all so emotional.” he muttered.
seungmin started toward the door again, fury radiating off him. “i’m going after her.”
now, chan didn’t just stop him but actually pushed him away by the chest. a confident, violent push. manly. frustrated. “no.”
seungmin rounded on him. “she’s RIGHT THERE.”
han raised his hand again. “i still think she likes me.”
everyone yelled at once: “SHUT UP.” “READ THE ROOM.” “YOU WERE AFRAID OF THE DARK.” “SHE HIT YOU WITH A BAT.” “YOU LEFT THE DOOR.”
“we were investigating a threat!” felix said defensively to the last one.
“you are the threat, you idiot!” seungmin barked, then grabbed the front of his own shirt and screamed into it.
minho kicked the wall.
chan exhaled through his nose, centering himself. “no chasing into the dark.” he said. “not like this.”
“she’s getting farther.” jeongin argued.
seungmin made a noise like something dying. chan folded his arms. thinking. hyunjin stared into the night air like he could still see the path you took.
behind them, han whispered to felix: “when we catch her, i’m gonna ask if she thinks my eyes are pretty.”
felix nodded seriously. “they are.”
eight dangerous men. outplayed. and every single one of them wanted you back.
so yeah. that’s what happened, like… two weeks ago now? yeah. about two weeks. now you’re living your life. you hadn’t told anyone. what would you even say? you decided to just leave it. process it. give yourself time to get over it.
now you are standing in line for coffee. life’s been fine since that after all, you deserve it. you slept. eventually. not well, but enough. you changed routines. new routes, new locks, pepper spray, therapy waitlist, the works. you tell yourself you’re fine.
your name gets called.
“hey.”
your stomach drops before your brain catches up. you don’t turn around. because you know that voice. so you grab your coffee and walk. behind you, footsteps.
“okay, so don’t freak out.” jeongin says.
you keep walking.
“that’s actually a terrible opener, sorry, ignore that.”
you cross the street. he crosses too. you don’t look at him. you don’t run. at least you try.
“you look good.” he adds.
“go away.” you say calmly.
“working on it.” he says, which is not how that phrase works.
you turn a corner toward a busier street. people. noise. couples. kids.
“no.” you say.
“i just want to talk.”
“no.”
“did you get a haircut?” he tries.
you stop dead and turn. “how long have you been following me?”
“today? or—”
“jeongin.”
he winces. “okay. today today? like twenty minutes. but not in a creepy way. i was building courage.”
you resume walking faster.
he matches it, breath puffing a little. “listen, i know we didn’t end on a great note.”
“you chased me with an axe.” you cross the street without looking. a car honks. jeongin grabs your sleeve and yanks you back just enough to keep you from getting hit.
you stare at him.
“i didn’t come to hurt you.” he says. “if that helps.”
you keep walking. he groans softly and follows. people passing by just see two hot twenty somethings having what looks like a mildly tense situationship talk. it’s kinda crazy that they have no idea what happened two weeks ago.
you walk faster. he matches it.
“you dropped something.” he blurts. when you give no reaction, he tugs at your sleeve. “really.” he says, pointing behind you.
“that only worked once.” you say, yanking your hand out his grip.
“yeah.” he sighs. “worth a shot.”
a florist stand is set up on the corner. without stopping, jeongin leans sideways, grabs a small bouquet, tosses a crumpled bill onto the table, and keeps moving. he shoves the flowers toward you.
you stare at them. then at him. you don’t take them. but you stop walking and finally look at him.
he looks… normal. hoodie. messy hair. no axe. no grin that clearly tells he’s in animal mode. just this pretty guy.
people move around you, annoyed at the sidewalk blockage.
“you have five seconds.” you say.
he nods, serious now. “okay. we’re not going to hurt you.”
you stare. you start walking again.
he follows. “the boys haven’t shut up about you.”
“that’s not flattering.”
“it kind of is.”
“i don’t know what you want. i’m not coming back.” you say.
“i know.”
“you can’t follow me.”
“already am.”
you reached your apartment building. this is bad. this is very bad. you stop again, turning to face him fully now. his eyes shine.
“we don’t want to kill you.” he says quietly.
you search for anything that could say he’s lying. you can’t find it.
“that doesn’t make you better.” you say.
“i know.”
“you’re still—”
“yeah.”
“…if you come near my place again, i call the cops.”
he nods immediately.
“if i see any of you, i run.”
“mhm.” he holds the flowers out again, then seems to think better of it and just sets them on the sidewalk between you. “i just needed you to see that i’m not… only that.”
“…you are that.” you say. you’re not even being mean, just honest. brutally honest.
“yeah.” he says.
you go inside without looking back. not caring about where will he go, when will he go, why will he go.
the next day, you change your route. different coffee shop. different street. hoodie up, headphones on, just really fucking trying to stay away from them in general. you’re in that coffee shop now. then you step out of the café with your drink, and nearly walk straight into a guy. you flinch back hard.
“whoa—sorry—sorry.” a voice says quickly.
you look up. it takes your brain a second. glasses. plain black frames. simple gray t-shirt that does absolutely nothing to hide the fact that this man is fucking fit.
changbin.
he gives you a small, awkward wave like you ran into each other and not like he… he found you. “hi.”
you just stare.
“i come in peace.” he adds, lifting both hands.
you close your eyes. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“okay. before you walk away—i deserve that—but just—hi.”
you glance around. public. morning rush. safe enough. “why are you here.”
he adjusts his glasses. “i just wanted to talk. like, normal talk. not chase talk.”
you sigh, and start walking. “you have two minutes before i start screaming.” that’s more time you’ve given jeongin, though.
he falls into step beside you immediately. “you could’ve called the cops.” he says after a moment. genuinely confused. “you still could.”
you look at him. “you don’t think i’ve thought about that?”
“i figured. but you didn’t.”
you sip your coffee, buying time. “you’d disappear before anyone got there.”
“…yeah.” he admits.
“and then what? i spend the rest of my life wondering if you’re gonna show up mad?”
he nods slowly. he can’t argue that.
“also, i don’t want to tell that story out loud. figured it would be the best for me if i just lived through it and got over it. eventually.” you add, quieter.
changbin nods “okay. yeah. that makes sense.”
you study him. he looks the same as in the house, almost friendly. that makes a question pop up in your head. “have you done that before?” you ask. “like. killing people.”
“yeah.”
“how many?”
he blows out a breath through his teeth. “i don’t keep a number.”
“and why?”
he takes a breath, thinking. actually thinking. “it’s not the killing part.” he says slowly. “not for me. that’s just… the end of it. it’s the before. i dunno. i like the teamwork. but that’s just me, ask the others if you want their version.”
you’re confused. “…did something happen in your past?”
he shrugs. “no. grew up rich. had friends. i have a great job. my mom calls me on sundays.”
you stare at him.
“i’m serious.” he says. “i’m just… like this.”
you hate how calmly he says it. “when did you start?”
“early twenties.”
“why didn’t you stop?”
he gives you a small, almost embarrassed smile. “i’m good at it.”
you don’t answer. a car horn blares down the street. someone laughs nearby. the world keeps going, oblivious. “you scared me.” you say.
“i know.”
“you still are.”
“i know.”
you swallow. you check the time on your phone. “i told jeongin i’d scream if any of you came close to me ever again.”
“i heard.”
“you got lucky.”
“i’m glad.”
a bit of silence.
you meet his eyes. “i don’t trust you.”
“you shouldn’t.”
“but you still came now. why? why can’t you leave me alone?”
he shrugs, small and helpless. “i liked talking to you in the kitchen. before we… started.”
ow. sounds bad. so bad that you take a step back. away from him. you’re scared.
“i don’t feel things the way other people do.” he says finally. he wanted to spit that out for a while now, he just couldn’t scrape the courage together. “it’s like everything’s gray unless it’s intense.”
you sigh. “…at least you’re honest.”
he nods. “i just… i wanted one interaction with you that wasn’t you running.”
you watch him. he’s still scary. “you got it.” you say. “now what.”
he shrugs. “now i go away.”
you study him. glasses slightly crooked. trying very hard not to look threatening. failing, because he looks like he could lift a car.
you almost smile. almost. “don’t follow me.” you say.
“i won’t.”
“tell the others.”
“i will.”
you start to walk off.
“hey.” he calls.
you turn, tired.
“you were really impressive.” he says. sincere. really.
you hold his gaze. “i know.”
then you leave him standing on the sidewalk, alone. alone with his horrible, evil soul. alone with this weird dumb crush he recently developed on you. alone with his biceps, flexing because he feels a lot and it just… happens when he feels a lot.
it’s the next day. normal day. sun’s out. people walking dogs. a delivery truck is parked. blablabla anything that says world goes on. you were paranoid this day, sure, but you survived so far. you’re currently locking your apartment building door after yourself so you could go grocery shopping when a voice behind you says:
“okay, don’t be mad.”
you close your eyes. slow inhale. you turn.
it’s felix. and this guy literally tried to shoot you once, you remember clearly, but he looks… perfect. perfect hair. expensive jacket. shoes that cost more than your phone. holding… a container?
you stare.
he smiles, so sweet. “i made you muffins.”
“…you what.”
“blueberry.” he says proudly.
you look at the container, suspicious. “i’m not eating that.”
he frowns a little. “that hurt my feelings.”
“you tried to kill me.”
“sorry.”
you rub your face. “why are you here.”
he shifts his weight. he’s nervous. it’s cute tho. “we voted.” he says.
“you VOTED.”
“yeah.”
“ON WHAT.”
“on not killing you.”
you just stare at him.
he brightens. “it was almost unanimous.”
“WHO voted no?”
“…minho.”
yoy try to step around him toward the street. he mirrors you accidentally.
“felix.”
he freezes. “yeah?”
“move.”
“oh. right. sorry.” he sidesteps so fast he almost falls off the curb.
“you cannot come here.” you say. calm. really hoping he’ll understand. “you cannot follow me. you cannot bake for me. do you understand how insane this is?”
he nods immediately. “yes.”
“then why are you here.”
he looks at the muffins. then at you. “okay. so. we— i— baked.” yes baby, we know. you told us already.
“i see that.”
“for you.”
“i gathered.”
he nods, satisfied that the point has been made.
you start walking. he starts walking. directly into a street sign. it’s loud.
he recoils. “ow.”
you pinch the bridge of your nose.
“is it bleeding?” he asks, pointing at his face, but he immediately goes cross eyed as you push his face away instead. his skin is warm. feels nice tbh. he blinks at you, unbothered. “you have strong hands.”
“go away.”
“okay.” he says.
he does not go away.
you reach the crosswalk and the light changes. felix steps forward without looking. a car honks.
you grab his hand and yank him back.
he stumbles into you.
“jesus.” you mutter, still holding his hand as you cross. “you’d be roadkill in five minutes.”
he looks down at your joined hands, his big eyes shining, absolutely taken aback by the fact that you would do this for him. well, all that until you drop his hand on the other side of the street.
“thanks.” he says cheerfully.
a man wearing a watch worth a month’s rent, carrying something he made for you that you won’t eat, who could absolutely overpower you, and instead just almost died to a car.
“don’t follow me.” you say.
“okay.” he says, still following.
you glance at him. “you’re unbelievably stupid.”
“thank you.” he says.
“that wasn’t—”
“i’ve been working on self-acceptance.”
pffft.
you stop. “felix, listen. i don’t want you guys here.”
he looks at you, tilting his pretty head in confusion.
“you scare me.” you clarify.
“oh.” he says quietly. that, he understood.
you point at the muffins. “those could be drugged.”
“they’re not!”
“i don’t know that.”
silence hangs between you. street noise fills it. someone laughs across the road. life just keeps going.
“i liked talking to you.” he says finally.
“you didn’t talk to me.” you reply. “you hunted me.”
“yeah. i’m sorry.”
you watch him. disappointed that something this beautiful can be this cruel. “you need to leave.”
he nods. but he doesn’t move yet. “do you…” he starts, then stops. tries again. “do you hate us?”
you don’t hesitate. “yes?” of fucking course bro???
his little brain absorbs that. shoulders drop a little. “okay.”
he holds out the muffins one last time, hopeful in the dumbest way possible.
you just look at him.
he lowers them.
“just go, felix. bye.”
“yeah. bye.”
he turns the wrong direction.
you grab his hood and spin him around. “that way.”
“right.” he says, walking off.
he makes it three steps. turns back. holds up the muffin container. “do you want—”
“no.”
“okay.”
he walks into a bike rack.
you watch him go. he looks beautiful.
you hate him.
you check to make sure he crosses the next street safely before you turn away.
that passed too. a few days later you are leaving a pharmacy in the afternoon, receipt crumpled in your fist, focusing on your surroundings now.
and across the street, leaning against a lamppost, is chan. he raised a hand, giving you a little wave, mouthing: you good?
you mouth back go away.
he nods once, then pushes off the pole and walks in the opposite direction. not chasing now. actually walking away.
then you’re in a grocery store, looking at pastas, deciding which one you want to eat tonight. a hand reaches past you and places the more expensive one in your cart.
you turn. it’s seungmin. black hoodie. baseball cap.
you immediately pull it back out. “no.”
he takes it. puts it back into the cart.
“no.”
back in.
“stop.”
it went on for a good five minutes.
at checkout, you unload your stuff, and when you’re about to pay, seungmin comes up behind you and wordlessly uses his card. do you process that in the head? no, only when he is already at the exit, hands in his pockets, not looking back.
he walks straight into the automatic door before it finishes opening. you hear the thud.
you rub your temples.
then you’re walking through the park because that’s the shorter way home. peaceful. sunlight. children playing. then the bush next to the sidewalk starts shaking.
you stop. you kick the bush. han tumbles out directly at your feet. face in dirt.
“…hi.” he says into the grass.
you look down at him. “were you hiding?”
he looks up at you, leaves in his hair, expression hopeful. “no.”
you start walking again. he scrambles up and follows, then trips on the sidewalk edge.
you catch his sleeve before he eats pavement. “use your brain.”
he nods seriously. “i keep meaning to.”
next time about days later, you see felix before he sees you. he’s staring into a store window, clearly confused by mannequins.
you walk past.
noticing that, he turns and his pretty little face lights up. “hi!”
“hi. don’t.”
“okay.”
he walks into a mailbox.
you only see hyunjin once, at a distance. not close enough to speak. just standing outside a train station, hands in his coat pockets, watching the crowd, not just you.
when your eyes meet, he doesn’t smile, just gives a small nod. then he leaves.
days after that it’s seungmin again. at night. parking lot. you only came with car because it was too far. you’re unlocking your car and a shadow leans against the hood.
“you’ve been avoiding me.” seungmin says, casual as hell, like he didn’t once swing a fire poker at your skull. “man.” he continues “small world, right?”
you turn, pepper spray in hand, and spray it directly into his eyes.
he screams, drops to his knees, clawing at his face. “OH MY GOD IT’S LIKE SATAN PISSED IN MY EYES—”
“stop finding me!” you yell.
he’s laughing through the pain. laughing. “you look good today.”
you drive off while he’s still swearing.
the next time minho follows you through a bookstore. keeps pretending to browse. picks up a book upside down. so you turn a corner and wait. he walks right into it. he also gets a taste of your pepper spray.
“SON OF A BITCH.” he chokes, doubling over between romance and self help. “you fucking—”
“YOU’RE STALKING ME.”
they find you in different places. weeks apart. or days apart. but they always come back.
something is clearly wrong with them. like, all eight are sick in the head. but it doesn’t seem like they’re following you around to kill you. they talk too long. they get distracted. they bring you things. they absolutely eat shit every time you fight back. and you do fight back. diva.
minho and seungmin have been pepper sprayed so many times they flinch when you reach into your bag. jeongin tries every possible pickup line on you. han once tried to sneak up on you and got hit in the face with your tote bag and apologized.
it’s ike they’re still in hunting mode. after you. into you. but now they’re… unsure. they don’t seem to want you dead anymore. they just… want you around now. or to just be around you, at least.
it’s the middle of the night right now. you’re in old sweatpants, hair a mess, waiting for the food you ordered. and soon enough, the doorbell rings. you shuffle over and look through the peephole for a second. delivery uniform. cap. bag. seems normal. so you open the door.
it’s felix. smiling ear to ear, holding your takeout, wearing the uniform jacket and cap. “hi!”
“absolutely not.” you say, already closing the door.
he sticks his foot in. “wait, wait—don’t slam it, the soup’ll spill—”
that’s when you see it, behind him, in the hallway. a man on the floor. the delivery uniform pants still on him, only his jacket gone, the one on felix right now. there’s blood under the man.
your stomach drops. your organs drop. after staring for about a minute, you slowly look back at felix. “…is that—”
“okay.” he says quickly. “before you freak out—”
“BEFORE I FREAK OUT?? YOU KILLED THE DELIVERY GUY?!”
jeongin leans into view, coming next to felix, hands in pockets. “it wasn’t him who killed the guy.”
you point wildly, not even concerned about the fact that there’s two of them now. “THAT IS A PERSON ON THE FLOOR.”
“yeah but like…” minho says, stepping into the doorframe, arm around felix’s shoulders now. “he’s not using the uniform anymore.”
your mouth opens. nothing comes out.
and then, without a word, chan walks past you. into your home. into your fucking home. felix shrugs and follows him. the other six too, actually taking their shoes off.
YOU ARE STILL HOLDING THE DOOR. THEY JUST WALK AROUND YOU.
“what—no—no—no—” you manage, backing up as they enter.
han closes the door gently behind them. “heat’s nice in here.” he says.
hyunjin looks at you and mutters a quiet but confident “hi” before going further into your living room.
changbin walks past you and spins slowly, taking in the room. “oh this is cute. this is very you.”
“YOU BROUGHT A CORPSE TO MY DOOR.” you choke.
felix is still holding the food bag. “your noodles are getting cold.” he says softly.
you make a noise that doesn’t exist in human language. (imagine something close to a windows crash sound)
seungmin tosses his jacket over a chair. there’s a smear of blood on his sleeve.
you gag.
he notices. “oh, relax. it’s mostly the delivery guy’s.”
“OH MY GOD.”
“hey, where’s the hand soap?” han asks, already at your kitchen sink, washing blood off his fingers.
you stare at the red swirling down your drain.
jeongin flops onto your couch. “i like what you did with the lighting in here. mood.”
“GET OUT.” you say, voice coming back in bursts. “GET—OUT—OF—MY—APARTMENT.”
they all look at you. it’s obvious that they don’t really understand what’s your problem.
chan gestures toward the takeout bag. “eat first.”
“I DON’T WANT THE FOOD.”
felix looks devastated. “you picked the combo meal…”
changbin is by your bookshelf now. “you alphabetized? that’s hot.”
“a— i— eugh— what is HAPPENING.”
minho leans against the wall. “okay, in our defense—”
“there is NO DEFENSE.”
“—we didn’t come to kill you.”
“YOU’RE TRACKING BLOOD ON MY FLOOR.”
they all look down.
han lifts his foot. “…shit.”
jeongin points at him. “mop boy.”
han salutes and grabs paper towels.
“listen.” chan says, turning to be in front of you. “we just wanted to see you.”
you stare at him. then at the door. “…you couldn’t text?” you ask hoarsely.
eight grown ass serial killer men exchange glances.
jeongin shrugs. “didn’t have your number.” that’s alright sweetie, not like you can’t find a phone number when you can find an address perfectly. not like you can’t ask for it from HYUNJIN.
you make another sound.
changbin steps closer, hands up, gentle. “okay, hey. we know this looks bad.”
“LOOKS—”
“bad phrasing.” he admits.
seungmin rubs the back of his neck. “we didn’t plan the delivery guy part.”
“that’s WORSE.” you sag against the wall. “you have got to be shitting me.” you whisper to yourself. then you look at them. all of them. in your apartment. on your couch. at your sink. in your life. “out.”
they don’t move.
jeongin tilts his head. “we just got here—”
“OUT.”
changbin actually flinches.
seungmin raises his hands. “okay, volume—”
“you killed someone. again, i assume. and brought it to my DOOR. do you understand how fucking insane that is?”
silence.
“i can’t sleep normally. i check reflections everywhere. i don’t walk with headphones anymore. do you get that? do you get what you did to my brain? i couldn’t function for weeks. every sound was footsteps. every guy walking behind me was one of you. i have three different hiding spots in my own apartment.”
han raises a hand slightly. “this one’s not great.”
“NO IT IS NOT GREAT.”
felix looks genuinely confused. “we didn’t think about… after.”
“YEAH. THAT’S THE PROBLEM. you don’t think about after. you don’t think about people being PEOPLE. you think about adrenaline and teamwork and your little murder club hangouts.”
changbin crosses his arms. “okay when you say it like that—”
“how else is there to say it??” you gesture wildly at the room.
they don’t look guilty. they look… attentive. they’re paying attention. trying to understand you.
you swallow. “no, seriously. i want to know. when you followed me for weeks? when you showed up at my job? when i thought every man walking behind me was about to grab me? that was fun for you?”
seungmin shrugs. “engaging.”
you grab the nearest thing, a throw pillow, and launch it at his face. then relax your shoulders and sigh. “i am a person. with a nervous system. i had a normal life before you guys.”
there’s a long pause.
felix raises a hand slightly. “your food is still warm.”
“READ THE ROOM.”
he lowers it.
han whispers to him: “she’s upset-upset.”
“no shit.” you snap.
chan has his hands on his hips. “you’re saying we made you paranoid and ruined your life.”
you stare. “…are you fucking for real right now.”
“trying to understand the damage.”
“DAMAGE???”
jeongin leans forward on the couch, elbows on knees. “we don’t feel fear like that, or guilt the way you do.”
“yeah, i noticed.”
“but we’re not dumb.” hyunjin says quietly.
your eyes flick to him.
he meets them. calm. honest in a deeply unsettling way. “we know we changed your life. we can see the behavioral shifts. we know what we did. we just don’t care.“
you blink. does this fucking asshole hear himself.
he continues. “and what you’re saying is that our continued presence equals harm.”
you blink “yes.”
“even without immediate violence.”
“YES.”
he nods once. processing. filing it somewhere in his terrifyingly organized brain.
chan takes over. “we’re saying, we understand the outcome. even if we don’t experience the emotion attached.”
changbin rubs his neck. “we didn’t think about the after. usually there isn’t one.”
you let that sit. “yeah.” you say. “because people die.”
quiet.
han finally says, softly: “you didn’t.”
you look at him. “no. i didn’t. and now i have to live with what you did.”
there’s a long silence.
then jeongin claps his hands once. “so. solution. anyone? ideas?”
you point at him without looking. “you are on thin fucking ice.”
he mimes zipping his mouth.
seungmin rubs his face. “okay, but question.”
you glare.
“when we stopped trying to actually kill you… that didn’t help?”
you just stare at him. “…you hear yourself, right?”
he thinks about it. “…yeah.”
felix looks like he’s actually using his brain for once. “we thought… not finishing the job was growth.”
“that is the lowest bar i have ever heard in my LIFE.”
but you see, the thing is, this is a system error for them. you’re not prey right now. you’re not running. you’re furious, first of all. human. loud. hurt. they don’t know this game. they only know the killing and manipulating one, but they want to have you. they just… don’t know how to get you.
chan clears his throat. “so the correct action would be… removal of our presence.”
“yes.”
“immediately.”
“so fucking immediately.”
“we don’t want to kill you.” minho cuts in, hoping that this saves their situation a bit.
“yeah, you told me a hundred times already. your point?” you ask
“we like you.”
you make a face like you bit into soap. “that is not how liking works.”
“for you.” he agrees.
chan exhales. decisive. “we adjust behavior.”
you cross your arms. “into WHAT?”
silence.
felix brightens. “dinner?”
you stare at him.
han nods eagerly.
you look around the room at eight serial killers in your living space, one of them holding a roll of paper towels covered in someone else’s blood. “…dinner.”
changbin shrugs. “low pressure environment. public. you feel safer. we practice acting normal.”
minho adds: “exposure therapy. for all parties.”
“i just gave a speech about how you ruined my sense of safety.” you whisper, voice defeated.
hyunjin nods. “we heard you.”
“and you want to take me to DINNER.”
“yes.”
“why.”
he doesn’t hesitate. “because harming you is now counterproductive to the thing we want.”
you are actually taken aback by the words this guy uses. “…which is?”
he holds your gaze.
“you.”
the room goes quiet.
then han whispers to felix, way too loud: “is this flirting?”
“yeah.” felix whispers back. “i think this is the good kind.”
you drag a hand down your face. “…get the fuck out of my apartment.”
they stand, immediately obedient. getting their shoes on and whatnot.
changbin gives you a small wave. “we’ll text?”
“you do not have my number.”
jeongin points at hyunjin. “he’ll give it to us.”
“I WILL CALL THE POLICE.”
they walk out.
han pauses at the door. “sorry about the sink.”
door closes. silence. your apartment is a disaster. your life is worse.
but… they looked weirdly sincere, actually. and they were.
soon, they stopped showing up unannounced. mostly. they also stopped bringing weapons into your line of sight. mostly. and they stopped treating you like prey. completely.
how were they about you, comes the question.
obsessed.
and they did not process attachment normally. if they processed it. they did not understand love. but they understood preference, and if you told them enough times, then eventually they understood your emotions too. well, not understood, but they processed the fact that you feel the way you feel and they can do something about it if they actually try.
han once fell down an entire staircase because someone said your name and he turned too fast. chan pretended he wasn’t competitive about board games and then absolutely lost his mind over monopoly. hyunjin brought you flowers all the time. you learned that seungmin always had to sleep on his stomach.
you started to understand the function of them. not excuse, no. absolutely not. just understand and process the fact that they’re how they are. and you couldn’t do shit about it, and you couldn’t get rid of them now. so you lived with it.
they still killed, of course. that was one of the few things that brought them happiness in life, so you couldn’t expect them to stop doing it. they didn’t kill around you, though.
but you knew they still did it. and you could feel when the tension built when they haven’t hurt anybody in a long time.
it also… what’s the right word, scared? impressed? took you aback? could be either, what matters is that when you saw that all of them had it in them, even han and felix who behaved like total angels throughout the day, it… upset you. or just moved something in you, seeing that each of them has that empty place where fear or guilt or empathy should go.
they didn’t kill out of anger. it was release. their brains were wired wrong. thrill, control, mastery, stimulation, those hit the reward centers. violence scratched an itch they couldn’t reach any other way.
and after, they were calmer. lighter, like they’d gone for a run. when they were satisfied with themselves, they tried to tell you about it. you always stopped them, because you did NOT need to hear the horrible things they did. no matter how much they wanted to brag about it, how much they wanted to make you proud.
you weren’t safe in the world, but you were weirdly safe with them. and they would have died for you.
but you had to set rules. actual rules. “do not follow me into bathrooms.” “do not threaten my coworkers.” “do not kill anyone within a five-mile emotional radius of me.” the basics. and they tried. god, they tried. but they didn’t really… do well.
once you opened your door to seungmin at one in the morning, and he stood there, breathing a little heavy, COVERED in blood.
you just stared.
he stared back.
“…you good?” he asked.
“are you good??”
“oh. yeah. not mine.”
you almost slammed the door. he stopped it with a hand, but gently. always that now.
“didn’t come here for that.” he said.
“for what, seungmin, WHAT possible reason makes this a normal social call.”
he shrugged. “adrenaline crash. didn’t wanna be alone.”
that did something weird to your chest. not forgiving, just… information. because you realized that now they wanted you. your company, your voice, your hands. and it felt good.
anyways, you told him to take a shower, then you let him hang out with you.
they also fought each other more than they ever fought you.
once minho and jeongin, two extremely capable men mind you, actually went for each other’s throats in your kitchen while hyunjin and chan tried to separate them.
you yelled at them then. they paused and looked at you.
jeongin, bleeding from the lip, grinned. but like in that hot way. “sorry.”
“take it outside if you’re gonna be like this.” you told them.
“fair.” chan said, dragging minho back by the collar.
you weren’t scared of them like prey anymore. you were scared of the capacity. the strength. the speed. the way the air changed when something in them flipped.
you’d seen what they could do, you just weren’t the target now.
they were on your dick constantly, though. emotionally. socially. existentially. texting wasn’t their thing, but presence was. which meant they showed up unannounced a lot. but the reason for that was that they didn’t want to lose access to you, to be honest. didn’t like the thought of that.
one night you opened the door to changbin. he told you he was going to come over later. well, it was late. around midnight.
when he saw you, his eyes lit up, and wrapped you in the warmest, most affectionate, full-body hug of your life.
you froze.
because he was sticky.
wet sleeve. iron smell. your cheek against his skin. your hands touching the back of his shirt.
he squeezed tighter, cheek against your hair. “missed you.”
you pulled back.
looked down.
this boy was covered in blood.
he smiled, soft, relieved. “hi.”
you shoved back, stumbling, hand over your mouth, already shaking your head like that would stop it. you barely made it to the sink before you threw up in it.
from the hallway, jeongin yelled: “did you forget again??”
“I GOT EXCITED.”
hyunjin was the only one who followed you then, already grabbing a towel, turning on the sink. he didn’t look at changbin, and he didn’t look at the blood. he looked at you. “i’ve got you. you’re okay. breathe.”
they kept forgetting what you were. alive. normal. human. that for you it was a body, a person, a life.
it wasn’t the only time, of fucking course. they’d be loose, relaxed, calm. you’d be staring at hands that had done something irreversible two hours ago. there were a few nights like that, a sleeve not changed, a stain not noticed, you throwing up in your own kitchen while eight men who could disassemble a human being panicked because they’d upset you.
not because they felt guilt like you did. because they’d hurt something important in the environment. you. you, who sometimes made it to the sink, sometimes didn’t.
they did learn, though. slowly. painfully. they didn’t feel what you felt, but they learned it mattered. which, for them, was the closest thing to empathy available in the system.
you fell asleep on the couch once while they were over. you didn’t mean to. how could you mean to, when you knew what they were capable of?
and you woke up pinned. well, luckily not trapped, just surrounded. han was hugging your ankle. felix was using your shoulder as a pillow. changbin had an arm across your middle. jeongin was half off the couch but anyways. seungmin pretended he wasn’t involved but his foot was hooked under your leg.
they didn’t experience comfort like most people did. but proximity? pressure? familiar scent? that, they liked.
they were really, really glad that you survived them. and because of that, somewhere in their broken little predator brains, you became home. and what do predators do? bring things home.
once han showed up beaming, holding something behind his back.
“i got you flowers.” he said.
you blinked. that was… new.
he revealed it.
you stared.
it was technically arranged like a bouquet. the only problem was that… they were human lower arms. a lot of them. like flowers. just… arms.
you made a noise. you looked away, then back at it, then had to look away again.
“i thought it was romantic.” he said, crushed.
“honey, i appreciate that, but—“ you gagged. held the doorframe. teared up.
he watched you throw up then. patted your back after.
felix once brought you a wallet because “you’re always losing yours.”
you opened it. immediately closed it. “felix.”
“yeah?”
“return that.”
chan was… fucking brutal. he didn’t bring objects. he brought information.
“found a guy who’d been stalking women in your area.” he said once.
you went cold. “…what did you do.”
he met your eyes calmly. “took care of him, of course.”
you didn’t know whether to scream or say thank you. this one wasn’t bad, actually. you just had to sit down for a minute.
they were not house trained though, not even a little. one time you caught seungmin about to piss in your giant houseplant.
“seungmin.” you sighed.
he froze mid-zip. “…yeah?”
“if you water that plant with your BODY i will end you.”
“okay, okay.” he said, offended. “god. boundaries.”
felix once wiped his hands on your curtains. han sat on your coffee table. minho had to be told three separate times that knives did not belong “wherever feels right.” changbin once tried to “air out” your apartment by opening every window during winter.
and jeongin was just really spontaneous in general. if a guy talked to you, he would insert himself into the conversation, no matter what. “bro.” he’d say, arm slung over the stranger’s shoulders. “i love your confidence. truly. quick question, how attached are you to having kneecaps?”
you hit him. he’d grin. the stranger would evaporate.
hyunjin was the only one who got you normal gifts. they were… brutally expensive, yeah, and you had no idea where he had that kind of money from, but you appreciated every gift from him.
and oh my fucking god, the mailman. felix hated the mailman. for no reason. the man was fifty something and friendly. still, every time the mail arrived, felix would appear at your window, talking bout sum “he’s back.” ???
“felix, that’s his job.”
“yeah but why is he always here?”
“because i live here. that’s how mail works.”
the suspicion remained.
but beneath all the insanity, the red flags, the daily reminder that they could bring a corpse to your doorstep any day, they were sincere. they never played with your feelings. never lied about what they were. never pretended.
they just… adjusted their behavior around one central rule, which was not to lose you. to keep you safe, even if they didn’t understand why they wanted to keep you so safe. or why did you find so many things they did wrong.
you had, at one point, physically grabbed felix by the hair and yanked him backward because he was halfway out your front door, whispering “i just wanna talk to him.” about the mailman.
“NO.” you barked, fist in his hair.
“he’s BEEN HERE THREE TIMES THIS WEEK.” felix insisted.
“THAT IS HOW MAIL WORKS.”
he did not agree with you.
changbin loved cheek kisses. loved them. unfortunately, changbin also had a chronic issue where he just… forgot he was holding things. knife. wrench. crowbar. gun.
you’d feel a gentle kiss on your cheek and open your eyes to see cold steel six inches from your face.
“baby.” you’d say.
“oh, shit.” weapon would go on the table like car keys. “sorry.” he’d say, and kiss your other cheek, now technically unarmed.
then once you mentioned to hyunjin that you were cold and he wordlessly took off his jacket. it had a suspicious stain. he saw you notice.
“…i’ll get another one.” he said immediately.
because he really didn’t want you to be cold. not like he understood what your problem was with a little blood, but alright. anything for you.
now that i’m getting carried away with the stories, i’ll tell you that han did not understand personal space.
for an example, if you scolded him? immediate cling. you’d finish saying “you cannot threaten the barista for writing my name wrong” and suddenly he’d be attached to your side, rubbing his face into you, arms around your shoulders, chin on your head.
“okay, but we’re good though, right?”
“sweetie, i’m trying to pay.”
he’d nod against your hair, not moving. that went on for twelve minutes until a woman asked if he was concussed.
they clung like that a lot, they didn’t understand a lot, they acted up a lot, they hated a lot, but they loved one thing.
you.
they didn’t understand jealousy as an emotion. they understood it as something wrong with their insticts, and you in danger. how did that make sense? it didn’t. it just sounded horrible. because it was. but it was also the most sincere attachment they were capable of.
you were still scared sometimes. still human. still deeply aware of what they were, and reminded of it a lot of times, of course.
but they’d learned one thing with absolute certainty:
you were not prey.
you were home.
and they were trying, badly, incorrectly, concerningly, to deserve to be there.
yandere skz, god skz, I don’t write smut so dw, some swearing, violence?
You had always grown up doing everything in your power to be kind. With you, no one else was ever wrong, you never told anyone when they were being cruel, and there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for someone unhappy. This had its ups and downs, living with plenty of people that adored you for how sweet you were, while most would take advantage, getting you to do anything for them.
This was fine, a normal part of your life, to the point where you did it unconsciously. You owned a small, ratty apartment, that you had moved into when the landlord told you how desperately he needed more tenants, or he would go broke, so you lived there, regardless of the quality. You worked in an understaffed diner, working shifts that normally would’ve been split between at least three people, but you didn’t act bothered.
You came to work in the morning, just as you always did, early enough to clean the place before opening. It was another long day, and you had to multitask, filling in for the kitchen staff all morning long. It wasn’t until long into the afternoon you seemed to be allowed to breath, with no orders to take and no food to serve. You took a long sip of your coffee, allowing yourself to rest for a moment, before the door opened, and you turning back to help the customers with your smile on.
SKZ pov
The eight of them were visiting earth, bored with just watching, so they came down to Seoul. Felix suggested they go to a quiet restaurant, where humans wouldn’t keep bothering them, so they all agreed, finding there way to the shitty part of town where everyone knew to mind their own business. Han lead them into a particular rundown diner, without many customers.
The moment they stepped inside, they shared a look, confused by the strange energy. This makes no sense. Chan muttered to the others telepathically. It’s so… sweet? But that doesn’t make much sense. Everyone here has such miserable energy, and there’s no way one person did this. Changbin replied, and the others all agreed.
They sat at a booth, looking at the menus, until the waitress came to get their drink order. She walked over, and the boys immediately exchanged a glance. It was rare for them to care how a human looked, but they were all obsessed with her beauty, not to mention her energy. The soft waves of positivity radiated off her in waves, like an island in the sea. “Hey. How are all of you doing today?” She asked genuinely, smiling at them kindly as she approached. Chan was the first to reply. “We’re all fine.” “You look tired, how long have you been working today?” Seungmin interrupted, without hesitation. She looked a bit surprised, then bashful. “Do I look tired? I’m so sorry.” She bowed, and the boys exchanged another confused look. “I just wanna know how long you’ve been working.” Seungmin told her, gentle in the way one would speak to a scared animal. “Oh. I started at five thirty.” She told them pleasantly, and Jeongin widened his eyes. “But it’s four. You’ve been working for ten and a half hours?” The others nodded, mirroring his disbelief. You smiled “No, I just had lots to do.” “Like what?” Minho countered, and she pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Hmm. I clean the whole place in the morning and bake pastries for selling before we open.” “Isn’t there a chef for that?” “They don’t like to come in early.” The boys just stared. “Then I open up, and I’m usually alone for a while so I cook, serve and clean.” She stared off thoughtfully. “Then I do regular things till closing.” She smiled at them.
There was a beat where all of the boys just sat in disbelief. “Without break?” Jisung asked, and the waitress nodded. “Anyways, are you ready to order drinks?” She asked kindly, and they all agreed and ordered, speaking to moment she left.
“That was weird.” Changbin stated the moment she walked away. “It explains the energy.” Hyunjin noted, and they all hummed in agreement. Minho sighed “She was weirdly nice.” “But like, in an honest way.” Felix added. “Well. I’m intrigued.” Han spoke, and no one disagreed.
YN POV
Those boys were back again. Since you had met them a few weeks ago, they came everyday, sometimes not all as a group, but you saw all eight everyday.
“Morning boys. What can I get for you today?” You asked brightly as you approached the table.
They all smile at you. “Hey doll. Can I get a root beer float?” Jisung asked cheerfully, and you nodded, writing it down. The others told you their order, and when you came back, they were all chattering away.
“Ynnie, can I get your number?” Felix asked suddenly as you were setting the drinks down. You paused for a moment. “Alright.” Felix grinned at your reply. It’s XXXXXXXXXX.” You watched as he put it in his phone and then sent the number to the others without hesitation.
From then on, you hung out with them more often, getting walked home from work, and spending the few off hours you had texting them. You had been friends with them for a few months before everything changed.
“Why the fuck are you late?” Your boss shouted, slapping you across the face. He was drunk. The way he spoke was slurred, but he was far from disabled.
“I’m sorry. I was helping my neighbour bring in her groceries.” You apologized softly, bowing your head.
Your boss grabbed you by the hair, forcing you to kneel on the floor, and you went easily. “I don’t want your excuses. I had to open the diner this morning, and costumers were complaining about the filth. You need to do your fucking job.”
“I’m so sorry. I’ll come even earlier from now on.” You promised, hands folded in your lap. You just had to wait for him to get his anger out. Better on you than the customers.
He kicked you in the ribs sharply, and you bit back any reaction. “You better. And you’re working later today. You can’t leave till it’s spotless.” He sneered, kicking you again, this time in the cheek.
You nodded “Of course.” You agreed quietly, your breath hitching as his foot landed on your jaw.
“Stand up bitch.” He swore, pulling you up by your hair. Your eyes met his as you stood, and he seemed to take this as defiance, his fist hitting your square in the face. You would’ve fallen to the ground completely if it wasn’t for him pulling your hair.
“Um, really hate to interrupt, but is he bothering you?” A familiar voice came, and your boss snapped his eyes over, where the eight boys were leaning against the counter, watching through the kitchen door with unreadable expressions.
Your boss scoffed gruffly. “I’m just teaching my employee a lesson.” He said, feeling completely secure in what he did. You stayed silent, keeping your gaze on the floor, as blood dripped from your nose onto the tiles.
The boys came round the counter, letting themselves into the kitchen. “It looks to me like you’re being rather rude.” Chan continued, as the boys walked over to you nonchalantly.
“You have no right to question my authority.” You boss argued, his face turning redder with anger. “This is an employee only space.”
You heard the sound of skin on skin, as Felix smacked your boss’s hand away from your hair, and then pulled you a few steps away from him.
“What, are you all this whore’s boyfriends?” The middle-aged man yelled, while the boys temporarily ignored him.
“You alright Angel?” Felix asked softly, and you nodded, smiling comfortingly even as the blood ran down your face.
You heard a soft sigh from Jisung. “Listen, you aren’t ok. He just beat the shit out of you. Go with Felix and get cleaned up.” He instructed, and you nodded, as the boy in question grabbed your hand and began walking towards the washrooms.
Skz pov
It was safe to say they were fuming, after seeing just a brief bit of the abuse she had received. Felix left to get help her out, and all the softness in their expressions melted away, turning to cold fury.
It had occurred to them a while ago that it was strange, this obsession they had with a human, but she wasn’t like the other human, simply because she was theirs, officially or no.
“Hyung… it’s been a while since we messed anyone up. Can we change that?” Seungmin asked, and Chan nodded.
Minho spoke up briefly “Don’t make it to messy. She can’t find out.
Babes, imma be so fr, I’m lazy af, and yesterday I got told I was a “high suicide risk” by a nurse, so I don’t rlly plan on writing more unless y’all ask, cuz I’m in a creative slump and so I need motivation
You sat awkwardly on the couch across from your new neighbours, wishing you hadn’t invited them in. The couple was smiling, but was clearly as uncomfortable as you were, as you fiddled with the gift basket they had given you as a welcome. “We’re just really excited to get to know you as neighbours. We trust you’ll be a good citizen.” The wife said, trying to break the silence, and you smiled back, nodding. “I’ll do my best.” You promised, although not entirely clear of what you were promising. You jumped as an alarm on your phone went off, and you checked it. “Sorry, that was just a reminder. I have a job interview, so I do need to go. I’m so grateful you chose to stop by.” You said as quickly as you could, standing, and the neighbours thanked you for your hospitality, before leaving, as you got ready for your interview.
•••Time skip•••
The interview had gone surprisingly well, mostly thanks to another employee being fired, leaving an open space for you. Your new boss instructed you to start Monday, at a small art cafe in downtown Seoul. All you needed to do was work as a barista while the patrons painted or sculpted at one of the many tables, which wouldn’t be to hard. On Monday morning, you got ready early, tying your hair into a French twist, stabbing a pencil through it, as you put on a pair of baggy jeans and a sweater, pushing the sleeves up to your elbows, and then went to work. You got there, spending about half an hour being mentored by another staff member, before you relieved her from her shift, and put on your own apron. You worked, barely noticing the customers when you weren’t taking their order, gliding around the kitchen gracefully as you put drinks together, completely unaware of the set of eyes drilling into you.
Hyunjin POV
This new barista, or, he was sure she was new, after all, he would’ve noticed her sooner. She had no name tag as she seemed to dance behind the counter, putting drinks together with the sweetest smile for all the customers. Hyunjin left his sketchbook on the table, leaving a half finished sketch of a koi pond on display as he walked to the counter, waiting for her to take his order. In only seconds she had given the order she was working in to the patron that had ordered it, and then spun back to where he was, smiling brightly at him. “Hi, what can I get you?” She asked, her voice almost sending him to his knees, soft and sweet, like a melody. He smiled back at her charmingly, before he spoke. “Can I just have an iced americano and your name?” He asked, and her cheeks reddened a bit. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” She said kindly, and rang up his order. “Nice to meet you, I’m Hyunjin.” He replied, tapping his black card on the screen to pay for the drink. She smiled, and spun off to make his order. Hyunjin watched her work, and soon, she pressed the drink into his hand, smiling, and then going to take the next order. He went back to the table, continuing his art, although his eyes kept trailing back to her. He found himself staying at the cafe for longer than usual, until her shift was over.
Your POV
You began your walk home, at noon, you had a certain pep in your step, rather pleased with the energy of your new job. You returned to your apartment, singing to yourself softly as you pulled out your computer, working on another online assignment of your university course. You found yourself skipping lunch, and eating a bowl of instant noodles, before you closed your computer at ten in the evening. You put your work away, took a shower, and then went to bed, reminding yourself you had taken on a good deal of shifts in this new job.
***Time skip***
Your shift started later the next day, so you had time to do your assignments of the day, before rushing off to the Cafe at noon, to switch shifts with your coworker. Before you had officially been employed, your boss had told you that it’s a small business, so you and your fellow barista alternate morning and afternoon, taking either opening or closing shift. You tagged off with your coworker, who clearly had somewhere to be with the speed she was leaving, and you began your shift, wearing a flowing floral white skirt, and a lacy brown tank top.
Hyunjin POV
The morning barista had been different than next day; the same woman as usual, and so he came back at the shift change. He sat at his usual table, opening his sketchbook, as you stepped behind the counter like some kind of gift from god. Her hair, braided back, so he could see even more of her face, clear skin and bright eyes. Her outfit was different today, more feminine, although she had made both outfits look divine. He found himself sketching her on his page gently, taking care to capture her perfectly. Naturally, his drawing wasn’t nearly as perfect as she was in person, but it would be nearly impossible to capture her on paper. He approached the counter, smiling. “Oh! Hyunjin, from yesterday, right?” Yn said, her eyes brightening with recognition as she faced him. The sound of his name on her lips was enough to make him melt, but he held himself together, even as she returned his smile. “Mhm. And you’d be yn.” He said, casually, his eyes tracing her features like his life depends on it. “That’s me!” She beamed so widely, it made his heart skip a beat. This was going to be a problem. “Can I get an iced Americano, and maybe know your shift schedule?” He asked, not wanting to risk missing her. “And why’s that?” She asked, more curiosity than suspicion, as she input his order. “I’ve tried lots of Iced Americano, and yours is the best I’ve had, so I don’t wanna take my coffee break when you aren’t around.” He said with a shrug, although it was only partly true. It was the best drink he’d ever had, but, granted, anything made by her would most definitely be. “There are only two of us baristas here, so we alternate morning and afternoon. I do the weekend afternoons, because I have in person school in the mornings, then I do Monday morning, Tuesday afternoon, and so on until we’re back we’re we started.” She smiled brightly, and he nodded, feigning nonchalance, while commuting every word to memory. Gods, this couldn’t be healthy. He tapped his card, unbothered, as she begun dancing around to make the coffee. “So you’re in school? What’s your major?” He asked, in a tone that sounded like friendly conversation. “Literature. I know it sounds lame, but I wanna be an author.” You said with a soft laugh. “That’s amazing. When you publish something, let me know. I’ll be the first to buy.” He said, grinning at her, and she blushed, before handing him the cup. “I’m guessing I’ll see you again tomorrow? If you like the Americano so much?” She said softly, and he nodded, and then went back to his table, sketching her over and over again until the café closed.
***Time skip***
He thought it was just a crush. A weirdly intense crush, maybe a new muse, but the next morning, when he came in and she had his iced Americano ready at his table, he was gone. “On the house.” She said sweetly when he raised and eyebrow at the coffee. At that point there was no way to deny it, he needed her. The obsession grew a bit more…. Concerning, step by step, following her home, stalking her social, nothing major though. He was just keeping her safe, and getting to know her.
Your POV
Everyday, for the first month of work, Hyunjin was there, your entire shift, chatting with you sometimes, and sometimes just letting you work. It was comforting, seeing him everyday. He shared a bit about him self, whenever you asked, you considered him a friend. “Hyunjinnie!” You said cheerfully when he stepped in. “This morning, our baker was late, so I got to make stuff! D’you want one?” You beamed at him and he nodded with a smile. “Of course. Anything you make is bound to be good.” He complimented, and you blushed, handing him a lemon scone and his coffee. “Thanks princess.” He said, leaning against the counter as he sipped his coffee. “So, you bake often?” He asked, as you took someone else’s order. “Not much anymore, but when I was a kid, my mum owned a bakery. That’s why they let me make the food.” You said as you began to prep the order. “Cool. It’s good, you should bake more often.” Hyunjin said, and you giggled. “I would but I don’t have anyone to bake for.” You said, handing the customer their order. “So bake for me.” He said, and you smiled. “Maybe.” You kept working, and he went to his usual table, drawing again. You finished your shift and he walked you out. “So, I was wondering, can I get your number?” He asked, grinning at you, and you nodded, blushing, before exchanging numbers with him.
Hyunjin POV
Maybe he had been a bit hasty, asking for her number, but she had agreed, so it was alright. His plan was getting a bit more blurred with each new revelation. The latest, of course, was her diary, that sat under her pillow. He found it the first time he broke into her house, to get to know her better, and it was sitting there, like a gift. He started at the most recent entry, leafing through it gently.
Dear Diary,
I’m confused. Being in Korea is so different. I don’t know if moving here was a good idea, but I can’t go back. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to move so far. I haven’t made any friends or anything, apart from Hyunjin, but I’m not sure if that counts. If I was better at talking to people, I’m sure I’d have more friends, but not even my professors can remember me. Maybe I could move again, but then I’d need to go job hunting, get a new apartment, find a new school. I’m in an ok place now, even if I’m lonely. I’ll stay for a while, and see how it goes.
-yn
Hyunjin sighed as he read. It felt oddly intimate to be allowed into her thoughts like this. He prayed that she wouldn’t leave, ever, and he could stay with her. At least, he thought, if she didn’t have anyone else there was no reason to be jealous. He left swiftly, forcing himself to be done, invading enough for the day.
I am not posting any stories today cuz I’m lazy af. I’m working on more of the multiple part story I got going here, but like my username suggests, I’m full of half finished ideas. If you actually like the story I need at least one or two ppl to comment or smth and say that they want more. If not I’ll abandon it
idk how to do the weird link connecty thingy but I figure if you like it you can look, after all I don’t post much. Do y’all actually like it?
TW: harassment, murder ig
Yn pov
When you wake up, the boys seem to have discovered the game console, playing Mario Kart, while Jisung and Hyunjin argue over who gets the next turn. You stand up, unnoticed in the chaos, wandering to your room to get dressed in something better than your pyjamas. You dig into your suitcase to find something nice, choosing a light brown plaid skirt and a light pink oversized sweater. You decorate your hair with some bows, and put on some jewelry, before wandering out and sitting back on the couch.
You sit quietly, the boys now laying on Jeongin in an effort to praise him for winning. You glance around, calm, smoothing down your nude tights as you look for your phone. You spot it, standing to grab it off the tv stand. You pick it up, and the boys notice you’re awake, and changed. “Woah! She transformed!” Jisung exclaimed, voice pressed from being beneath some of the others. Felix rolls off the top of the pile, standing and hugging you. “Yah, you look adorable sunshine.”. You blush, putting your hands over your face to hide the flush. “Hey, princess. Hands down. We need to see your pretty face.” Changbin pulls your hands down, and you note that the boys have gotten up from their pile.
“I’m curious, how old are you?” Jeongin asks once everyone has gotten over their cuteness aggression. “23” You reply, and Jeongin grins. “You’re just a baby!” Hyunjin cooed, clutching your arm. Jeongin stuck out his tongue, like now that you were the youngest, he was safe. As if to prove him wrong, Chan hugged him and began to babble at him. “So, you have anything from here that you need? Cuz we wanna get back to Korea soon.” Changbin asked, looping an arm around your waist. You shake your head lightly, and he nods, texting someone quickly, and then turning back to you. “The plane will be ready in an hour. Then we’ll have you all to ourselves.” He smiled, and you blushed.
It didn’t take much time before the nine of you were at the airport, while you sat waiting for them to finish discussing with their private pilot. You sat, swinging your legs over the side of the bench, watching the busy people waiting for their planes. Before leaving, they had all kissed the top of your head, and said you should stay put, promising to come back soon. They had gone into the plane, to speak to the pilot, which left you alone. In the beginning, that is. “Hey pretty girl.” You leaned away as some man notably older than you sat right next to you. “You here alone?” He asked, his voice rough, probably from years of smoking. You shake your head, too nervous to speak, which he seemed to take as a good sign. “You don’t look like you came with a group.” He leaned closer, and you moved to the next seat over, trying to put some space between the two of you. He scoffed, grabbing the sleeve of your sweater. “Hey, is this what I get for being a nice guy? Come on doll, you gotta be polite.” You flinched away from him, unable to speak as nerves gripped your throat. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, blurring your vision. A pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind, easing some of the tension, as Chan pulling you into his lap. “I’m sorry, is he bothering you?” Minho asked you, holding the man by the collar with a cold glare. You nod, hiding your face in Chan’ neck. “Who’re you?” The man ask gruffly, trying and failing to push Minho’s hand away. “Some of her soulmates.” Chan said cooly. “Some of? How many do you have?” The man exclaimed, frustrated. “Nine, including us.” Minho replied, cocking a brow. “Nine??? No wonder she’s such a whore!” He yelled, pushing away and stalking off. Chan shook his head at Minho, the other boy moments away from following the man. “Baby girl, you alright?” Chan murmured in your ear, holding you tight. You nodded against him, Minho stroking your hair soothingly.
You wandered onto the plane, looking around in wonder, having never been on a private jet. “My love, come sit with me.” Hyunjin called, gesturing to the empty seat next to him. You wandered over, only to be pulled into his lap. “The hyungs told us what happened. Sorry we weren’t there.” He murmured into your ear, kissing your neck gently. “It’s fine…” You reply softly, leaning into him. “No you’re not. Don’t lie to me Angel.” He held you tighter. “Fine… it was scary. I wanna sleep though.” He nods, satisfied with that response, holding you close until you fell asleep.
Hyunjin pov
When her breath even out, he stood, setting her gently in the chair before joining the others at the doorway of the plane. “So, tell us the whole story. A quick ‘some guy was bothering her’ isn’t cutting it.” Seungmin demanded the moment they were all gathered. “Some old guy. Holding her sleeve, insulting and attempting to seduce her.” Chan summed up, leaning in the open doorway. Everyones eyes grew sharp, anger pulsing in through the group like a heartbeat. Felix was the first to speak “We’re gonna kill him, right?” Minho sighed. “Damn right we’re gonna kill him.“ They all got up collectively, Chan storming off to hunt him down while the others found a nice spot to kill him.
YN pov
You woke up alone on the plane, confused and lonely. You peeled out the window, seeing nothing but the plane tarmac, as you began to panic a bit, driven by confusion. You wander out of the plane, back into the airport, walking to the Starbucks and sitting down with a frappe to calm your nerves.
Chan POV
They finish killing the creep, and cleaning up, before walking back to the plane. “Um, Hyunjin?” Jisung called, being the first in the plane. “What’s up?” The older boy calls back. “Where’d you put our girl?” Seungmin completes. “I just left her on the… She’s not on the plane?” Hyunjin said, eyes wide. “Clearly not.” Minho retorted as he stepped out of the plane. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go find her.” They all left, splitting up in the airport to cover more ground. Chan went furthest away from the terminals, checking all the restaurants and cafes for her nonchalantly, regardless of the worry in his chest. “Baby girl, you almost gave me a heart attack.” He said, shoulders slumping with relief as he sat down next to her. “Hey Channie. I thought you guys left. I was worried you hated me or something.” She mumbled, sipping her drink. Chan held her face in his hands, staring into her eyes. “Hey. Baby. Don’t tell yourself that. We were so worried.” He kissed her softly, before texting the boys to say he had her. “What’s your drink baby? I’ll get you another one for the plane.” He says, reading the label and buying it before she could argue.
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