I just read ur secret relationship series and started crying
omg im sorry i jus saw this i hope you’re okay now
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I just read ur secret relationship series and started crying
omg im sorry i jus saw this i hope you’re okay now
hi im back hehe and this time i mean it 😜
Hi there! I'm just starting out this writing blog and I really loved your works, especially the secret relationships AUs. I was wondering if it would be okay for me to write a little something based on it? Also a little shout out would be nice if you dont mind heheh. Thanks! Have a great day^^
im sorry i just saw this now but omg sure go ahead! just please don’t forget to credit me, maybe? have a great day too~
HI IM BACK IM SORRY I WAS GONE FOR A REALLY LONG TIME I PROMISE I’LL TRY TO BE MORE ACTIVE MWAH I LOVE YOU ALL
[17:55] it was a quiet early morning. the sun had started to rise, painting the previously dark sky to a lighter shade of dark blue. minho’s soft humming was lulling you back to sleep for you had woken not only yourself up, but him as well with the nightmare you had.
maybe it was silly -- someone of your age waking up because of a nightmare. but minho didn’t laugh when you reached out to him, he didn’t get mad or annoyed when you told him the reason for waking him up at the crack of dawn. he only held you close and calmed you down by drawing circles at the back of your hand.
not too long after, you had fallen asleep, your tense state relaxing with one deep exhale. minho didn’t stop humming, he didn’t stop playing with your hair. not even when he kissed the side of your head. he only stopped his actions when he had fallen asleep, the sky an even lighter shade of dark blue and the birds chirping, signaling that the day was just brand new.
if i posted a minsung fic on ao3, would yall support me ;;
IM SORRY FOR BEING IA OOF I SWEAR ILL MAKE IT UP TO YALL I DIDNT HAVE INTERNET FOR A WEEK
3RACHA WALLPAPERS
should I make more :DDDDDD 🥺
hi I know I’ve been ia I’m sorry school sucks but I dropped by to post this 🥺 I know this a skz blog but,,,, I had to
Hand
❝ series: probability au
❝ changbin x reader
❝ fluffy and angsTY
❝ setting: modern Korea
❝ warnings: use of guns
❝ sorry for the late update, i have summer class and it’s killing me
You chucked a popcorn at Changbin as he made yet another side remark about the movie you were watching. At first it was amusing, but as the movie came close to its end, it had started to get on your nerves.
“Love, seriously, shut up. I’m going to have to watch this again but without you.” You hissed as you focused on the big screen once more.
“I’ll go with you, I’ll just stuff my mouth with food.” He muttered as he leaned back and took your free hand in his, rubbing small circles at the back as an apology.
You smiled as you briefly squeezed his hand in response, it’s okay.
Changbin’s heart skipped a beat at your action and decided to enjoy the last few minutes of the movie, keeping all side comments to himself. When it was all over, you two left the cinema hand-in-hand and he could tell that you were still quite pissed.
“Love,” he pouted, “I’m sorry. Don’t be mad anymore, please?”
You sighed softly as you looked at him. “How are you going to make it up to me?”
He thought for a bit before he grinned suddenly, held your hand tighter and before you knew it, you two were in his car, driving off to he-knew-where, but you didn’t.
“Binnie,” you chuckled, your irritation subsiding, “where are we off to?”
Changbin hummed as he turned another curb, leaving you clueless, and he was planning to leave you that way until you arrived at your destination. Through the whole ride, his hand rested on your knee, tapping it lightly.
When you did arrive at your destination, your eyes widened and you turned to face your boyfriend, the widest smile on your face, any trace of anger and irritation had disappeared.
He felt his heart skip a beat as he eyed your expression. It took him a while to snap out of his gaze to head out of the car, jogging over to your side and opening the door for you.
“Binnie,” you grinned, “it’s been a while.”
“It has, hasn’t it?” He agreed as he held your hand and led you inside the diner.
As you entered, you took your usual spot-- thankfully, no one took it-- and the menu was given to you two immediately. Both of you quickly skimmed through it, already knowing what to get but you wanted to make sure.
After placing your order, Changbin reached his hand out for you to hold, which you did, and he brushed his thumb across your knuckles before bringing your hand up to his lips, softly kissing it.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered against them, “I just missed being around you.”
You grinned as you shook your head. “It’s okay, Bin, I was messing around with you.”
He was about to say something when the door of the diner violently swung open, startling everyone. Three masked men came in, all with guns and bags. One of the men was wearing a white mask aimed the gun at the cashier and threatened him to empty it out. With trembling hands, the boy did as he was told, fearing for his life. The other two, one in blue and one in red, made everyone get on their knees.
You swiped your phone off the table as you knelt, holding Changbin’s hand for life. He warned you with his eyes, telling you that what you were about to do was a bad idea, but you didn’t listen.
You hurriedly swiped to make a sos call and he pulled you closer, to hide you from the man in blue.
“Love,” he muttered under his breath, “love, no.”
As you punched the number in, the man in blue had seen you. He made a sound, alerting the others of what you had done and aimed he gun at you.
Changbin’s body tensed as he shouted out, “The bullet hits me, not her.”
And as the man pulled the trigger, the bullet found its way to his abdomen. Changbin grunted as his other hand held yours, treating it as his lifeline.
Your eyes widened as you dropped the phone, forgetting about who was on the other side.
“B-Bin,” you stammered out, “love, hey- hey.”
Changbin laid his head on your lap and you breathed out shakily, pulling your hands away from his to put pressure on his wound. His hands found their way back to yours, squeezing it gently, the way you did when you forgave him earlier that night.
“It’s okay,” he said softly, “I’ll be okay. The cops will get here on time. I’ll be okay.”
And the cops did arrive on time, but it couldn’t be said the same for Changbin. By the time the paramedics had arrived, his breathing was short and his pulse was weak, yet his hold on you was still tight. And he never let go, even when he was told that he had to. How could he? He owed you another movie.
Just dropping by to say hi I hate school
[13:44] it wasn’t much but Jisung hoped it would be enough. He knew how tired you were and he also knew that you weren’t going to give up any time soon.
So at the time you felt at your weakest, he came in, texting you the sentence you needed to hear just to get back up and take another step forward.
Jisung: I’m always here for you. No matter what, I got you, and you got me.
Journal
❝ series: probability au
❝ minho x reader
❝ lil fluffy, pretty angsty i just posted a soft minho blurb but
❝ setting: modern Korea
❝ warnings: nothing really, just... pain
Minho rarely used his power. The only time he would was when he truly wanted the odds to be in his favor, and those odds would be in his favor with a snap of his fingers.
And now, he was debating whether or not to use his power.
“So it’s either we change the choreography he taught us or we keep it.” The instructor said. “We’ll decide by voting.”
Minho felt infuriated. He understood that the choreography he made was challenging but it didn’t mean that people could change it just like that. He didn’t like the thought, he had worked on the steps for days and nights, even pushing aside other priorities like eating, sleeping, and even loving you.
He remembered how you would drop by his apartment every now and then, how you would cheer him up with the shortest yet sweetest messages, how you would call him only to reassure him that you were still there. He remembered how you would love him even though he had no time to show that he loved you too.
That was his deciding factor; he hadn’t pushed you away for a dance that wouldn’t push through.
So before the voting started, he snapped his fingers and felt a spike of energy. It was done.
“Alright, to change the choreography?”
No raised their hands.
“To keep the choreography?”
Everyone raised their hands, even Minho.
He smiled victoriously.
“With that in mind, let’s get back to practicing!” The instructor clapped and everyone got back into position.
For y/n, Minho thought, for her.
When he got home, you were there, waiting for him while watching a show you didn’t know how you ended up watching. Minho chuckled pleasantly at your focused stare and rested his chin on your head, startling you.
“Minho? You’re home!” You squealed as you looked up, finally tearing your gaze away from the screen.
He hummed. “I’m home.” He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. “I’m sorry for seeming ungrateful to you, babe. You didn’t deserve it.”
“Nah,” you turned to look at him, “I understand.”
He kissed your forehead as he pulled his hands away. “I’ll shower then join you watching,” he glanced up at the screen then back at you, “whatever it is you’re watching.”
As Minho turned around he chuckled as he heard you mutter, “Wait, how’d I end up watching this?”
As he collected his clothes, he checked the journal on his desk. Inside the journal was the history of the times he had used his powers. He opened it to check if today was recorded and it was, right there.
30 June: dance choreography retained
He hummed, satisfied, before turning and heading to the bathroom. He did his routine and when he came out, he headed back to his room to see you scanning the journal. He didn’t think much of it as he put his dirty clothes in the hamper.
“Minho?” You called out gently and he hummed in response. “What is this?”
“That’s some sort of record book. Whenever I use my powers, they’re immediately written there, somehow.”
“Then,” you inhaled, “my choice wasn’t natural?”
Minho stopped what he was doing and turned around to face you but you still had your back to him. You wouldn’t ask a question like that out of nowhere and he knew, you’d seen it.
“Y/n, let me explain--“
You turned and faced him with pain and disappointment. “You didn’t trust me that much, Minho?”
“Y/n, babe, no--“
“Don’t babe me! It’s a yes or no question. Did you not trust me enough to pick you to the point where you had to change the probability of me picking you to a hundred?”
Minho looked down as your words struck him. Did he not trust you at the time? Did he not think that you would choose him? Did he not love you enough to let you make your own decision, even if your decision didn’t end you up with him?
“Y/n,” he looked at you sadly, “I’m sorry.”
You took a step forward. “Sorry doesn’t cut anything.”
You rushed to collect your things and stuffed them in your bags, Minho just watching as he knew that he messed up from the start, there was no way he could fix this. He showed that he didn’t trust you when your relationship had started, that the relationship was founded on his power. He knew this was his fault and that’s why he didn’t even try to stop you.
“What,” you spat, “not gonna change the odds of me not forgiving you?”
“No,” Minho replied softly, “I’m not.”
You stopped what you were doing and looked at him sadly. “We could’ve worked, Min, and we still can. Just, don’t use your powers next time. If we meet again, maybe we can start again.”
He nodded as he held your hands. “I hope we meet again, then.”
You smiled sadly as you pulled away and zipped your bags and carried them. You walked to the door and Minho opened the door.
“Bye, y/n.”
“Bye, Minho. Thanks for the ride,” you paused and laughed bitterly, “even if it was fake.”
The words struck him again as he watched you walk away towards the elevator. When you got in and the doors closed, he went back in the apartment and immediately noticed the absence of warmth. He frowned as he went over to the journal and felt his heart tighten.
30 June: whatever y/n wants, she’ll have it.
And in this case, he knew, ever since he started under appreciating you, you’ve wanted freedom. And now, you have it.
[16:05] music played and warmth engulfed you as you were wrapped in Minho’s arms. He hummed along to the music and you smiled softly as you tapped along to the beat on his stomach.
“Y/n?” He called out and you looked up at him. “God, you’re so cute.”
You scrunched your nose at his sudden compliment and he chuckled as he playfully pinched your nose before briefly kissing it.
“Everyday gives me another reason to keep loving you.” He said softly. “And everyday I ask myself why you love me too.”
“The answer to that, Mr. Doubtful, would be because everyday,” you poked the top of Minho’s nose, “you give me another reason to keep loving you.”
𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬
↬ chan
[11:45]
[14:52]
↬ woojin
[21:00]
↬ minho
[16:05]
[17:55]
↬ changbin
[18:57]
[20:05]
↬ hyunjin
[21:04]
↬ jisung
[9:46]
↬ felix
[20:17]
↬ seungmin
↬ jeongin
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐳
↬ chanhee
Runaway Bride
↬ changmin
Dance, Dance
𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬
secret relationship
probability au [coming soon]
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Second Chance
❝ series: probability au
❝ woojin x reader
❝ kinda fluffy, mostly angsty
❝ setting: somehow futuristic Korea
❝ warnings: pain.
❝ kinda inspired by agents of shield, you’ll know it when you see it
Woojin crumpled the piece of paper before throwing it in the bin, grumbling under his breath.
“This isn’t it,” he shook his head, “this isn’t it.”
He took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was frustrated, he had been coming up with different solutions for the past two hours, but nothing seemed to be going the way he wanted.
“If I raise the chance of this happening, it would affect this one.” He muttered to himself. “There’s no way the power source can be fixed without blowing up the whole building.”
“Are you still working on that?” Y/n asked as she entered the room, placing the spare keys on the bedside table. “Jinnie, it’s been two hours.”
“I know, y/n.” Woojin replied without looking at you. “I just need more time.”
“No,” you said as you turned his chair around so he could face you. “What you need is a break.”
He shook his head as he gnawed on his lower lip. “If I delay, the power source might as well just die and let all the prisoners out.”
“What have you come up with?” You asked as you looked behind him. “Where are the solutions?”
“Threw them away, none of them work.” You focused on your boyfriend again. “Each solution ends up with someone hurt. If the power source gets fixed, it’s either the person fixing it gets hurt or the whole building collapses.”
“You can fix that, can’t you?”
“I can.” Woojin lied.
“Then do that. I can’t believe it didn’t even pass your mind.”
It did, I just didn’t want to come to that option.
He chuckled as he stood up and hugged you, kissing your forehead. “I can’t either. Thank you, y/n.”
You giggled as you looked at him. “Now let’s have dinner. I bet you’re starving.”
After dinner, Woojin walked you home. As he walked back to his apartment, he eyed the building that they called The Fridge. It had many people who had powers, and the only reason why those people were in there was because they used their powers for the wrong reason: to hurt others.
He sighed sharply as he remembered the time one of those people had tried to hurt a dear friend of his. If it wasn’t for Chan, he might as well have died already.
“They can’t get out,” he muttered to himself, “but I can’t let the people die either. I guess we’re going to that conclusion then.”
Woojin started walking to the building and when he was close enough, he took his phone out and called you.
“Woojin? Is everything okay?” You answered.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.” He lied. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m thankful for you and everything you’ve done for me.” He smiled. “I love you, y/n.”
You giggled. “I love you too, Woojin. Don’t stay up too late.”
“I won’t. Good night.”
“Good night.”
When the phone call ended, he texted Chan.
Woojin:
Chan! Hey, I haven’t texted you since the day you told me about your acceptance into JYPE and that was yesterday.
You’ve been all over the news too, an attractive intern at JYPE. Cheers man, hope to hear one of your official tracks soon ;)
I texted for a reason. It’s saying goodbye somehow. I don’t know how this is going to end, but I can’t let the generator die, he’ll get out.
Take care of the guys, yeah? And take care of yourself too. Tell your girlfriend so stay with y/n, she’s going to need it.
Woojin pocketed his phone before heading inside the building (fixing the probability that the guards would let him in without suspicion), then down to the basement where technicians were trying to figure out what was wrong with the generator.
He crouched as he hid from their sight and sighed as he raised two fingers to his head and thought, “They’ll find the problem and fix it in two minutes. However, even if the power surge is too much for the lines, there will be enough time for the technicians to get out. They’ll pass me without suspicion and whatever fate has planned next will happen.”
He closed his eyes as he repeated it in his head, his heart pounding harder by the second. Once he pulled his fingers away, he opened his eyes and focused on the engineers who had now located the source of the problem and were fixing it.
He felt his phone buzzing continuously in his pocket and it took everything in him not to look at it. He knew that Chan had seen the messages and that he had told the guys, maybe even you as well. He knew that the messages would only break his heart.
This was the cost of his power. He had to be in the scene of where he changed the probability. If he wasn’t, nothing would change.
And oftentimes, it threatened his life. Just as it was threatening his life at this very moment.
Two minutes passed and the technicians had fixed the generator. One of them noticed that the power was too strong and pointed it out to the other.
“We need to get out, it’s gonna blow!”
“Should we tell the guards?”
“No time,” they stood up and gathered their tools, “we shout it as we run. Can’t do anything for the prisoners now. But it’s not like they deserve another shot at living anyway.”
The men didn’t notice him as they ran up the metal stairs. However, Woojin thought otherwise: all men deserve a second chance, and he was going to give it to them.
When he heard the metal door shut close, he ran out of his spot and up the stairs— not to leave, but to lock the door.
“The blow won’t reach up there,” Woojin muttered to himself as he went back down, “I won’t let it. The area is below the road, if I raise the probability of containing it, only this area will be affected. I need to decrease the chance of the generator exploding as well.”
Woojin smiled to himself sadly as he eyed the generator and the lines connected to it. He took his phone out again and saw that it was mostly your messages lighting up the screen. He unlocked the phone in order to send one last thing to you: I love you.
He pursed his lips as he brought his fingers to his head once again, closed his eyes and thought, “The explosion will only affect the base area, however it will not harm the generator or the foundations of the building.”
Woojin opened his eyes and sat down on one of the steps before the generator’s power proved to be too much and one of the lines finally short-circuited, causing it to spark and affect the lines beside it.
The next day, they announced that it was a miracle that the building didn’t collapse and that not all the lines of the generator exploded. The partial power-outage didn’t affect camera feeds or the lock of the prison doors. They also said it was astonishing how the foundations of the building stood strong. One thing they couldn’t figure out, however, was how the metal door was locked from the inside.