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Mother

BangChan x fem! reader. 9th member.

(Sorry if this is at all cringy or stupid or whatever. After the last fic I made for these guys, I thought about making this. After seeing how well received my other fic was, I decided to go ahead with making this. I'm kind of enjoying this whole Motherly 9th member thing that I'm doing. Thank you for enjoying my stories.)

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Summary: You're the mother of the group, and the boys have no problem playing into the role.

You have been a part of Stray Kids since the beginning. You were Chan's right-hand woman and second in command. Your dynamic was very Husband and Wife. Father and Mother. You were quickly deemed the ‘Mother’ of the group. Due to how nurturing you were and how sweet you were with the boys. Stay was quick to pick up on how you and Chan worked so well together, especially when it came to taking care of your seven boys. 

With your motherly role, it was only natural for your Skzoo to be a bear, that despite her having an actual name, she and you were both dubbed ‘Mama Bear’. And much like you, your Skzoo was often seen being motherly to the rest of the Skzoos. She could be seen cheering on Puppym when he danced and always giving BbokAri hugs, or breaking up fights between Leebit and Jiniret.

Of course, the boys themselves all played into this whenever they pleased. Felix and I.N. were the two who played into it the most. They had you wrapped around their fingers, and they knew it. They got away with more than they should. But they were your babies, so it was okay. You loved all the boys. You always made sure to be there when they needed you. All nine men were your world. So you always wanted to show them that ad to show how much you loved and appreciated that. You were incredibly proud of each and every one of them.

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Chan let out a small sigh as he sat down. You were all in the middle of dance practice. For now, though, you were all having a ten-minute break. Chan's eyes watched you as you grabbed some water bottles, handing them to the boys sprawled out on the floor and couches. 

You turned to look at Chan, who quickly opened his arms for you. You made your way over to him and sat down next to him, letting him wrap his arms around you. You handed him his water before opening your own and drinking some of your water. The room was quiet for a moment. The only sounds were panting, groaning, and water bottles opening. Everyone had worked really hard.

“Ah! I think I'm dying.” Hyunjin groaned out as he draped himself across I.N.'s lap. Innie was quick to push Hyunjin off of him.

“Die over there.” I.N. let out a small huff as he watched Hyunjin place a hand on his heart, acting wounded.

Changbin got up and walked over to Hyunjin and pulled his body close to him. “I'll save you! Mouth to mouth will help.” Changbin puckered his lips and slowly moved closer to Hyunjin’s face. 

Hyunjin slapped a hand on Changbin's face and pushed him away. “Yah, no.” He backed away, but Changbin followed. 

“I'll make it better. Let me love you!” Binnie's voice was getting louder. 

Hyunjin jumped up and ran to the opposite side of the room. Changbin wasn't far behind as he ran after the taller male, arms open. “Come back! We're married!” 

Hyunjin took cover behind Felix and Han. Which then sent Changbin into a full game of trying to catch at least one of the three. Soon enough, all seven boys were playing. I.N. got dragged into the game by Felix. Seungmin got dragged in by I.N. Han used Minho as a shield, only to have the tables turn when Binnie caught Minho, who in turn immediately caught Han. Everyone was laughing, shouting and having fun. Hyunjin let out a scream whenever he was almost caught.

You and Chan watched the boys with smiles on your faces. 

“They're yours when they're this loud.” Chan told you with a small shrug of his shoulders as he turned to look at you.

You grinned. “No. They get their loudness from you. They get their fun side from me, though.” 

Chan let out a gasp. “I'll have you know, I'm the fun parent.” 

You let out a laugh. “Mmhm, sure you are.” You gently bumped your shoulder against him. “I think bossy suits you better.”

Chan's eyes went wide. “Yah! Take that back.” He said as he moved closer to you.

“Nope.” You wiggled out of his arms and jumped up. 

Chan got up and took a step towards you. You turned and ran off. Chan quickly chased after you. And so the eight of you all chased each other. The thought of practice quickly escapes you all. Chan would have caught you if it wasn’t for Binnie accidentally running into him whilst he was chasing Seungmin. 

Ten minutes passed of pure fun, of everyone trying to grab each other and tripping over one another. Chan did manage to catch you, peppering your face in kisses after he did so. Eventually, though, it was time to work again. 

Chan clapped his hands together. “Alright! Let’s get back to work!” He called out loudly to get everyone’s attention. 

The boys all stopped but complained. They were just having too much fun. 

“Don’t make me have to ask for the AMV.” He told the groups. 

Han frowned in confusion. “The AMV?”

Chan gestured towards you. “Angry Mother Voice.” That was enough to get the boys into their starting positions. 

Chan walked past you, and your hands connected in a high five. “Works every time.” You told him happily.

He kissed your cheek and nodded in agreement. “They hate making their mother raise her voice.” He winked and walked over to the music. Soon enough, the nine of you were dancing in sync. 

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It was Mother’s Day. A day meant for celebrating mothers. The boys all had plans to call their mothers that day. You were on tour, so spending the day with their mothers sadly wasn’t an option. So, FaceTime was the next best thing. Thankfully, though, they were all able to make plans for when you all returned home. 

You blinked awake. You took a moment before rolling over. Chan had an arm wrapped around you. His free hand ran through your hair. You looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Morning, baby.” He spoke quietly.

“Morning, my love.” You replied to him with a soft smile on your face. You stretched and slowly sat up. 

“I don’t want to get up.” He told you with a small whine. 

You let out a soft giggle. “I know. But I would love to get breakfast.”

The moment you said those words, the door to your bedroom opened and in piled the other seven members of the group. Leeknow stood in front with a tray full of food. Hyunjin was holding your favourite flowers. Whilst Felix had a big gift in his hands for you. 

“What’s all this?” You asked in confusion. 

Minho set the tray on your lap. “Can’t we do something nice for you?” He asked you in an almost offended tone.

“Of course you can.” You said softly as Hyunjin and Han got to work putting a vase and the flowers on your desk.

“Thank you, boys.” You looked at the food to see all your favourites. There was even some of Felix’s brownies on a separate plate.

Chan sat up and reached over to grab a strawberry, only for Minho to slap his hand away. “Yah! That’s not for you.” 

Chan looked at you. “Geez, nice to know who the favourite is.” You laughed and gave him a strawberry. 

You happily ate the food as the boys all lounged around your room, doing as they pleased. You all talked about the upcoming day. They were all excited for the concert. You may have been a little sneaky. You knew the boys were upset about not getting to spend Mother’s Day with their mums. So you organised everything and were able to fly their parents out for the show.

The boys didn’t know. Well, Chan knew what the surprise was. He only found out because he walked in on you whilst you were calling his mother to talk about it all. So he had decided to help you plan everything. He even split the costs with you, saying he wanted to help. The parents were going all be together, in the perfect place, so they could sit down, so that the boys could spot them.

You finished eating your food and thanked the boys once again. 

“Here, open this.” Felix excitedly said as he held up the present. 

Minho took the tray from you and set it to the side so that Felix could put the present on your lap. You carefully opened it, only to be greeted by a beautiful painting. It was one of the nine of you. A painting of one of your favourite pictures. You were all at the beach. You and Chan were sitting on a blanket, watching the sun set as you shared strawberries. Leeknow and Han were sitting on the sand making a sandcastle with I.N., who was sipping on his favourite drink. Seungmin was being chased by Changbin. Finally, Felix and Hyunjin were both in the water, not to deep but enough to have fun. 

“Hyunjin painted it. But it was Seungmin’s idea. Ayen and I found the picture for Jinnie to recreate.” Changbin said with a smile on his face.

“I love it. Thank you so much. Jinnie, this must have taken ages. Thank you.” You were proud of his art skills. “I think I’ll put it above the bed.” You said with a soft nod, panning to put it up later. 

Chan opened the top drawer of his bedside table and pulled out another present. You once again opened it. There in your hand is a pretty, velvet red box. You then opened the box and smiled. Inside was a necklace with all eight boys' names on it and what you assumed were their birthstones. Plus your birthstone in the centre. 

“It was Han and Felix’s idea for this one. But Minho and I went to get it done.” Chan told you with a small nod of his head. 

“Chan,” You spoke softly. It hadn’t clicked in your mind yet why they were doing this. “You do know it’s not my birthday, right. I appreciate the gifts. Thank you.” 

Chan shrugged. “We know. We just wanted to show you how important you are to us.” He said, taking your hand in his. He gently kissed your knuckles. 

After hugging each of the guys, you eventually had to get up. You showered, happily humming to yourself. When you made it back to your room, the painting was already above your bed. You got changed, and soon you were all off to start the day.

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It was later that night. The concert was in full swing. You were about halfway through. Your outfit suited you perfectly, and you felt comfortable. You had on the necklace that Chan had given you that morning. By this point, the boys had all spotted their parents.

There you all stood in the middle of the stage. Chan waved to everyone as I.N. and Changbin sneaked off backstage. You didn’t notice as Leeknow was distracting you with jokes. 

“Everyone knows what day it is today. So from all of us, we want to say Happy Mother’s Day to all the mums out there.” Chan spoke into his microphone. “Especially to our mums who are thankfully here watching us today, all thanks to one very special lady.” He turned to look at you. 

You blinked up at him and lightly smacked his chest. “Yah! I told you not to tell them it was me.” You whined it as you bounced lightly on the spot.

Chan chuckled and shook his head. “We also wanted to celebrate said special lady, for stepping in as a mother for the boys whilst they're away from their mum’s.” 

Han placed his hands on your shoulders and shook you lightly. 

You let out a shocked laugh. “But, today is about mum’s. I’m not an actual mum. I just pretend to be.” You told the boys in confusion. 

“We know and we want to show you how much we appreciate your efforts. You’ve been looking after these boys since day one. You’ve been parenting them alongside me, watching them grow. I know you’re not their mum. But you’re the next best thing, Sweetheart.” Chan took your hand in his gently. 

Tears filled your eyes. “Chan. You’re gonna make me cry.” Your bottom lip trembled. 

Minho couldn’t help but smile. “You’re always making sure I’m fed whilst I’m busy feeding everyone else. You always get excited to listen to me talk about my cats. You always make sure I’m taking breaks when I’m focused on dancing. You always make time to listen to my worries,” He gently patted your back.

Changbin and I.N. made their way over to a spot on the stage. They placed a small table down and placed a cake on top of it. They then made their way over to you. Binnie took Leeknow’s spot and hugged you tight.

“You helped teach me to cook. It took a while, but I’m getting there. You’re always encouraging me at the gym. Even if you don’t like working out, you’ll do it because it means spending time with me in a place that’s second nature to me.” Binnie pulled away from the hug and wiped away some of the tears that had begun to fall. 

Hyunjin then came to your other side. “I know you send my mum clips of me dancing when we’re in rehearsal. I know you have a group chat with all of our moms to keep them updated about us so they don’t mess out on anything. Thank you. You spoil me rotten, and I don’t think I’ve ever really told you how much I appreciate it. You keep buying me all these amazing art supplies. You’re always making sure I’m not too hard on myself when I can’t get a step right. You always play into my dramatics and let me get away with acting like a complete fool.” He held your hands in his and squeezed them gently. 

“How do you know about that?” You asked him as you squeezed his hands back. 

“Ayen’s mum told him. He said that she told him she was happy he had so many people taking care of him. That you were filling a role in his life that he needed in person. They can’t always be here; you can. So you fill the role we need from you. Friend, Sister, Mother, Mentor, Cheerleader. You don’t even realise you’re doing it.” You quickly hugged Hyunjin and smiled up at him through your watery eyes. 

“You boys are the sweetest.” You told him with a small giggle. 

“We’re about to get sweeter,” Han said from behind you. He moved and hip bumped Minho out of the way. Minho immediately hip bumped him back. 

Han gripped onto you to keep his balance. “Anyway. You’re one of the best pillows I’ve ever had. You’re always so gentle when you wake me up. You never want to startle me awake. I’m grateful for that. I know you always put extra food on my plate when I’m not looking. You’re always there when my anxiety takes over or when I have a panic attack. Thank you.” He then gave you a tight side hug. 

Hyunjin stepped to the side as Felix came bouncing over to you. He immediately wrapped you in a hug. “I love you.” He said with a smile as he pulled away from the hug. His own eyes filled with tears. 

“You always let me hug you. It doesn’t matter if we’re in the middle of practice, or cooking in the kitchen or if I’m crawling into bed with you. You’re always there with open arms for me. You’ll let me cuddle up to you like a baby, and a part of me loves it. You’re always giving me massages whilst I do it for everyone else. You bake with me, and it always feels like a good bonding moment with you. You let me play with your hair, and you always help me when I want to dye mine. You always make sure I have enough food and that I’m comfortable. So, thank you for that.” He then hugged you again. The two of you cried into each other for a little bit before Felix was gently pulled away by Chan. 

Seungmin took Felix’s place and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You give me confidence. Whenever I get nervous about doing something without the group, you always make me feel better about it, more confident. You let me tease you like there's no tomorrow. I get away with more than I probably should. But even when I’m cheating in a game, you're still always there, cheering me on and praising me for my creative thinking. You’re someone I can go to when I need to talk. You never judge. But you always listen.”  The male then kissed your cheek softly before letting I.N. take his place.

I.N. stood in front of you with a smile. “You’re always saving me from the Hyungs. You always have my favourite coffee ready in the morning. You always put a blanket on me when I fall asleep. You’re always willing to listen to me ramble about whatever I want. Whenever I want something, you never hesitate to get it for me, even when you don’t need to. You do it because you enjoy buying things for the people you love. You always seem to know when I’m ready for a hug or when I’m not feeling physical touch. You always know. You always encourage me when I’m singing or dancing.” He wrapped up in a quick hug before pulling away. 

By now, you were crying. Most of the boys were as well. 

Chan walked to your side and placed a hand on your hip. “You make an impact even when you don’t realise it. Which is why the boys wanted to celebrate you.” He wiped your tears away. “One, two, three.”

“Happy Mother’s Day!!” The boys all cheered in perfect unison. The eight men all surrounded you in a tight hug. You stayed like that for a while before Changbin pulled away. “We got you a cake.” He said. He took your hand and walked you over to the table. There it was. A pretty cake, your favourite colour and flavour. It was perfect.

“I love you guys so much.” You told them as you let out a sob. You turned to face their parents. “Thank you for trusting me to look after your boys. I know it mustn’t have been easy at the start. To trust a random girl with looking after your sons. Making sure they go to school, sleep and practice. Making sure they’re happy and healthy, and safe. So, thank you for trusting me to be that for them.” You bowed to them before the boys pulled you back into a tight hug. Chan placed a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“We love you, too.” He whispered to you.

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You stood in the kitchen with Minho and Chan. The three of you were cooking for everyone. The nine of you were recording a SkZ Code episode, and having lost rock, paper, scissors, the three of you were left with doing the cooking. Which was different to usual. The three of you often found yourselves cooking. Seungmin had found his way into the kitchen, having been bored. He didn’t do much cooking-wise, but he did set the table after you asked him to. 

The food was now ready to be served. “Puppy, can you call the others in, please?” You asked him, a sweetness in your voice. 

Seugmin nodded and immediately went off to find the others. Whilst he did that, Minho and Chan put the food on the table. You made drinks for everyone. 

Seungmin walked in with Felix following behind him. 

“Where are the others?” You asked curiously. 

Seugmin shrugged. “Yongbok was the only one who listened.”

“You four, sit down. I’ll go get those ignorent sods.” You left the room and made your way outside, where the others were. Han and I.N. were playing catch, Hyunjin was relaxing, and Binnie looked like he was asleep.  “Yah!” You shouted, quickly getting their attention. “Want to tell me why we’re all out here and not inside? Seungmin came out to get you all. So tell me why, Felix was the only one to come inside?” You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned at them.

“We um…” No one had an answer.

“Inside now. One of you wake Changbin up. If the four of you are not at the table within the next minute, you’ll be going to bed without dessert and without food. And I want you all to apologise to Seungmin for ignoring him.” It was an empty threat for the most part. You’d never deprive the boys of food. You’d only deprive them of dessert. 

Hyunjin quickly shook Changbin awake. The four boys made their way inside and to the table. You stepped inside and closed the back door. You made it to the table in time to hear the apology. You sat down in your seat between Chan and Leeknow, across from Changbin.

“Alright. Let’s eat.” And they did. You fed Leeknow and put food on Chan and Felix's plates as Minho took care of giving the others extra food. The nine of you began sharing the food and happily eating. You enjoyed the days you all got to sit like this and eat, like a family. It could be a home-cooked meal at one of the dorms. Or it could be something you ordered whilst at the studio whilst you all practised. Or room service whilst you all chill in one of the hotel rooms whilst on tour. Either way, family dinners were your favourite. Everyone always laughed and had something to say. It always turned fun and made you all laugh. Good food and even better company. 

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Hyunjin looked through the paints in front of him. There were so many choices, and he was struggling to decide which set to get. He picked up two palettes and sighed. He turned to face you. 

“What do you think? Water paints or oil?” He asked you curiously. 

You shrugged. “We’ll i’ve been enjoying your water paintings recently. But you seem really into the oil paintings at the moment, so maybe the oils?” You suggested. 

Hyunjjin bit his bottom lip and nodded lightly. “Maybe. They are both pretty.” 

You let out a soft sigh and took the two palettes from him. “How about this, I’ll buy you both.” You told him. “You get the brushes you wanted, and I’ll get you these.” 

Hyunjin shook his head and held a hand out to you. “You don’t have to do that. I can get them myself.” He told you. Whilst he was one of the ones who tended to just shrug when you offered to pay for him, he still always liked to push back. Even just a little. Because the reality was that you didn't have to buy him things. You didn’t have to spoil him like he was your son, and it was her birthday or Christmas. So he always liked to make sure. He never wanted you to think you had to buy him anything. 

You never did feel pressure or anything of the sort when it came to buying things for any of the guys. It was one of your love languages. 

“Jinnie, I know. But I’ll get these for you this time, okay? You focus on picking the perfect brushes you want.” You then went to the counter and paid. You made your way back to Hyunjin and helped him pick the brushes he wanted. Once he was done, he paid for the brushes and the two of you left the store. 

“Thank you for these, seriously. You didn’t have to.” You just smiled up at him. 

“I know I didn’t. But I wanted to.” You placed a hand on his arm and gently squeezed it to reassure him. “Now, come on. Binnie is waiting for us so we can go to lunch.”

Hyunjin grabbed your hand and the two of you walked outside with all your bags, and there were a lot of bags. Binnie helped the two of you carry everything to the car once he saw the two of you. 

The three of you piled into the car before driving off towards your favourite lunch spot. All the while, Hyunjin played music whilst you and Binnie bikered over who was playing for lunch this time. You had paid last time, so he thought it was only fair if he got to spoil you this time, because whilst you spoiled everyone else, the boys took it in turns to spoil you in return.

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Han shifted in his seat. The nine of you were in the middle of the interview, answering questions. Han was the next person to answer a question. He leant forward and picked up a piece of paper. 

"What is the person on your right's contact name in your phone?” Han turned to look at you, who was on his right. The two of you smiled at each other.

“Oh, I have her down as Mumsy. We all have something Mother-related for her contact name in our phone.” He nodded with a smile on his face.

Seungmin nodded from his place beside Chan. “Felix started it.” He said simply.

Felix frowned in confusion as his head quickly turned to look at Seungmin. “Me? How did I start it?”

“Because she called you when we were out at lunch, and the contact name came up as ‘Mummy Bear’. So I.N. changed it in his phone from ‘Noona’ to ‘Mama Bear’, and I changed mine for her from ‘Chan’s wife’ to ‘Mother Bear’ because you said it just fit her perfectly and that we should all match. We all even have the same bear emoji at the end.” Seungmin said with a shrug. 

Hyunjin grinned. “I have her down as Sugar Mama.” His face and tone told you all how proud he was of that. He was practically preening.

“Why Sugar Mama?” You asked in confusion as you turned to face him. 

Hyunjin frowned at you. “Because you're always buying us stuff. Whenever we go somewhere or order food, you just hand us your card and tell us you'll pay. We all have your card saved on our phones. Well, except Chan.”

Minho nodded. “Some of us don't use your card, though. Unlike Hyunjin.” 

Hyunjin scoffed. “She said I could.” 

“You could have bought those shoes on your own.” Han added. 

“Like how you could have bought those new headphones on your own.” Hyunjin shot back. 

“Yah! That's enough.” You clapped your hands together once. The boys all looked at you. “I wanna know what the rest of you have me as in your phones.” 

Leeknow grinned. “I have you down as Soonie, Doongie and Dori's Grandma.” He nodded his head with the toothiest grin. 

“Grandma? I'm not old enough to be a grandma.” 

“And yet, as your eldest son, I have three sons. Therefore, you are a grandma.” Leeknow told you as Chan rubbed your shoulder. “Sorry. It's time you accept your old lady now.” 

That made you both giggle and pout. It was sweet, though. You turned to look at Changbin. 

The male grinned. “Milf.” The guys gasped in dramatic horror. 

You placed a hand on your chest. “You think I'm a milf? Oh Binnie, that's so sweet.” You fanned your face with your hands. “He thinks I'm a milf. Seven children and I still look good.” 

Han reached over to Changbin and slapped his knee. “Yah! How could you say that about our mother?”

“I blame Chan.” I.N. spoke up with a smile on his face.

Chan had a puzzled look on his face. “Me? I didn't do anything. I have her as ‘Mother of my kids’ in my phone.”

I.N. nodded. “Exactly. You made her a mother. So you need to take responsibility.” 

Chan pulled a face before turning to look at you. “What do you have us as in your phone?” He asked, shifting the attention off of himself and back onto you. 

You smiled brightly. “Well, I have Chan as ‘Father of my kids’ with a kiss emoji. In brackets, it says Hubby. Minho is ‘Maniac Chief Son’ with a cat emoji. Then, in brackets, it says Cat Daddy. Um, Binnie's is ‘Strong Cute Son’ with an emoji of the guy lifting weights. Hyunjin's contact name is ‘Artistic Princely Son’. It has the art palette emoji thingy. In brackets, it says Drama Queen. I have Han as ‘Sleepy First Born Son’. With the Squirrel emoji. Lixie is ‘Cuddly Angelic Son’. He has the light blue heart emoji. In brackets, it says Baby Boy. Minnie is ‘Adorable Menace Son’. Dog emoji, obviously and in brackets it says Puppy. Because, obviously, it does. Last but not least, Innie is ‘Smiley Baby Son.’ With a fox emoji. So yeah, mine all have the word son in there. Well, except for Channie.” 

The interviewer looked at you, puzzled. “If Leeknow is the eldest of the rest of the boys. Why is Han your firstborn?” She asked. 

You couldn’t help but grin. “Ah, so technically it’s because Han was the first Stray Kids that Chan chose. However, we made up some lore for it to make sense differently. It’s like Skz family but in an alternate universe. So, how it works is that Changbin is Chan’s child. Leeknow and Hyunjin are mine. In the world, Chan and I meet and eventually are married. Our children get along. Then the twins came alone. Han is the firstborn child that Chan and I had together. Lixie is Han’s twin, but being a day apart was difficult. We don’t speak of their birth. Then we had Seungmin and then Ayen.”

Leeknow slowly nodded. “I kept telling her she could have picked a better husband, but she never listened to me.” Hyunjin let out a cackle and clapped his hands as he leaned on Changbin to stabilise himself. 

Chan looked over at Leeknow in betrayal and shock. “I’m a great father and husband. Thank you very much.”

Leeknow shrugged. “My mother deserves the best. You are not the best.”

Seungmin nodded. “You’re too old.” 

Hyunjin nodded in agreement after calming himself. “Only the best for our beautiful mother!” 

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You were all spending the next week and weekend on Jeju Island. Everyone had gone off to their rooms to shower and change. You were already snuggled in your bed, showering, and getting into your preferred pyjamas. Chan was in the shower. So in the meantime, you had the TV on, looking for something to watch on Netflix. 

A light knock came from the bedroom door. Then the door opened, and a mop of blonde hair was seen. His bright smile made you smile. He slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. The male then made his way over to you and slipped under the covers beside you. 

“You okay, Angel?” You asked him curiously.

Felix nodded. " I wanted to show you some TikToks I think you'd like.” He handed you his phone with the first video ready to play. 

“That's sweet of you.” You said and placed a kiss on his temple. 

Felix quickly snuggled into you. His head lay on your chest, his arms wrapped around you as he cuddled into your right side. Your right hand came up and stroked through his hair as you played the video with your left hand. 

Felix had always found it easy to snuggle with you. He enjoyed that you just let him. That you welcome with open arms. He felt safe in your arms, plus in his opinion, you gave some of the best hugs. Plus, you were easy to fall asleep on, which was a bonus in Felix’s eyes. He always found himself falling asleep easily to the sound of your heartbeat and your fingers running through his hair. 

“Did you enjoy the beach today, Sunshine?” You asked him softly as you scrolled to the next video.

Felix nodded as he snuggled closer to you. The sound of your heartbeat was making him completely relax. It was something he had found that helped him a lot in the early years of the group being formed. You didn't mind; you always welcomed him with open arms. 

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. Minho Hyung did well in the water this time.” He said with a sleepy smile on his face. “Had fun burying Changbin with Jinnie and Han.”

You placed a soft kiss on his forehead as you continued to stroke his blonde hair. “I'm glad you had fun, baby.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, laughing at TikTok videos that Felix had found for you to watch. Felix had slowly begun nodding off just before the bathroom door opened. Chan stepped into the room. He was at first surprised to see Felix in the bed, but the surprise quickly faded. Chan grabbed his phone and took a quick photo of the two of you. You later found out that Chan uses it now as Felix's contact photo in his phone. You have the picture on your private Instagram account. 

Chan then climbed into bed beside you. He took the phone from you and placed it on charge beside yours and his. He then turned the TV off and placed the remote on the bedside table before lying on his side and placing an arm around your stomach. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. “When did Lix get here?” He asked curiously, his voice quiet. 

“Just after you went into the bathroom.” You told him with a soft smile. Your fingers are still stroking Felix’s hair. “Our baby just climbed into bed and started cuddling. We’ve been watching TikTok.”

Chan couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two of you. His heart swelled with pride. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.” He told you. He knew it. You were his future. You had both talked about the future you wanted together. Chan was adamant that you were going to be the perfect mother after the practice you’ve had with your seven basically adapted at this point sons. 

“She already is.” Felix’s sleepy, quiet voice filled the air before he finally drifted off to sleep.

That had your eyes filling with happy tears. Chan wiped away a tear that began to fall. “He’s right. You’re already a good mum.” 

“Thank you.” You spoke quietly. 

Felix snuggled closer to you as he slept. Chan held you close. “Sweet dream, my love.” He whispered to you.

“Sweet dream, my heart.” With one final kiss, the two of you slowly began to fall asleep. 

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It was always fun when you got to share the stage with the Skzoos. The moment you saw Mama Bear, you happily skipped over to her and hugged her tightly. She, of course, hugged you back. You pulled away and watched the boys for a moment. It was going to be a fun day, that much you were sure about. 

The boys and Stay all agreed that you and Mama Bear were the perfect mirror image of each other, personality-wise. That was proven right tonight as you walked down the stage holding Chan’s hand. Behind you both was Mama Bear and Wolf Chan doing the exact same thing. The next day, you found pictures and videos of the moment captioned as ‘Just parents on a double date’.

Eventually, you and Mama bear made your way away from the Chan and his Wolf. The two of you danced a bit before spotting Felix and BbokAri. You made your way over to the two. You wrapped your arms around BbokAri from behind. Mama Bear copied your actions, hugging Felix. BbokAri looked around and turned around in your arms, causing you to giggle. She then gave you a big hug once she was facing you. You looked over to see Felix doing the same thing. You and Mama Bear then switched. Felix happily sank into your hug. 

“How are you doing?” You asked him curiously. 

Felix just smiled. “I’m good. We’re having fun.” You nodded softly. 

“Good, I’m glad.” 

You and Mama Bear then made your way over to I.N. and FoxI.Ny. The four of you found yourselves holding hands and jumping in circles together. After spending time with your two foxes, you and Mama Bear found yourselves stroking Han Quakka to help smooth out her face, as Hyunjin, Leeknow and Seungmin had previously been messing around stroking up as they always did. Quakka gave you a big hug as a thank you. 

You ended up watching proudly as Mama Bear stepped in between Leebit and Jiniret to stop them from fighting. Of course, it was all fun and games. Changbin had fun effortlessly picking you up and passing you to Dwaekki. You even danced alongside PuppyM, who was going all out as usual. 

Sadly, though, soon enough it was time for the Skzoos to go. Whilst the others all left with a wave and kisses, PuppyM was desperately trying to get one more dance in. You being you didn’t let seeing any of the Skzoos upset. 

You raised your microphone to your lips and spoke. “Wait!” The boys looked at you in confusion as you jogged over to PuppyM. 

“How about this? You can do one more dance, Pup. Then Mama Bear will walk with you to join the others. How does that sound?” You asked. PuppyM nodded, and the crowd cheered. 

“Alright. Boys. Sing for PuppyM.” So they did. The boys sang whilst PuppyM danced. You stood to the side, cheering PuppyM on with the crowd. Once the song was over, you smiled. 

“Let’s give PuppyM a big round of applause.” You clapped happily before taking PuppyM’s hand and walking him over to where Mamabear and some of the staff were waiting. Puppy gave a few more waves before taking Mamabear’s hand and walking off the stage. 

“You’re such a good grandmother!” That had your eyes going wide as you turned to face the boys. 

“Excuse you?” You asked in shock.

Leeknow let out a laugh. “You’re a good grandmother.” He repeated like it was common knowledge.

You placed a hand on your chest. “We’ve been over this. I’m not old enough to be a grandmother. You take that back, you gremlin!” You stepped towards the male. 

“He’s right. I mean, no matter how you look at it, the Skzoo’s are your grandchildren. Their either the children of your children-” I.N. pointed to himself, Felix, Seugmin, Hyunjin, Han, Leeknow and Changbin. “Or they are the children of MamaBear, who is also your child, and Wolf Chan, who is Chan’s child. So either way, grandmother. He’s a granddad.” 

Chan let out an exaggerated sigh.

You stood frozen for a moment and licked your bottom lip. You let out a sarcastic laugh. You walked over to Felix and wrapped him in a hug. 

“Congratulations, my Angel. You have been promoted to my only favourite human child. My sweet baby.” 

Felix let out a squeal of excitement. “Yes!!” He pulled away to do a little dance before hugging you again. 

I.N. pouted as the other boys laughed. “He can’t be your only favourite. I’m also your baby. Me, Felix and MamaBear. We’ve got you wrapped around our fingers. He can’t be the only favourite out of the two of us.”

Felix stuck his tongue out at I.N. “Tough luck, Buttercup. Shouldn’t have called her a grandma.” 

Han then stepped forward with a question. “So, as a granny, does that mean that BbokAri is your favourite grandchild or is your favourite PuppyM?” It was a genuine question. He was curious. 

You looked over at Leeknow. “You have my permission to spank him into next week.” That ended up with Leeknow chasing Han around the stage until Chan picked him up, allowing Leeknow to get revenge for you.

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You had decided to spend the day in the studio with Chan, Binnie and Han. Today, everyone was recording their lines. Han had just finished his lines and was currently napping on the couch with his head on your lap. He had the eyemask you brought for him on, so the lights didn't wake him up. You were currently sewing up a part of the blanket you kept in the studi,o as it had somehow gotten ripped.

“Who's next after, Minnie?” You asked softly. Though you knew Han could sleep through all the noise in the world, you were still cautious about being too loud.

“Ayen is next, he will be here soon to record his lines,” Chan spoke as he turned to look at you. He couldn't help but smile at you. You smiled back at him. 

Chan turned back around in his chair as he prepared to continue working. He placed a hand on the red button that would allow Seungmin to hear him. 

“Alright, Seungmin. Let's try it one more time.” He said. 

Seungmin nodded. He hadn't been happy with himself today, so he kept retrying his lines. The male adjusted his headset as the music played. He then began to sing.

The moment he began to sing, you could feel it. You didn't just hear the words, you felt them. To say you were proud was an understatement. You always thought that Seungmin's voice was utterly angelic. It was moments like these that proved you write. 

Chan played it back for Seungmin to hear. He then turned to you. “What do you think?” He asked, pushing the button for Seungmin to hear you.

“I think that's the one. You can hear the sadness in his voice. He felt it that time. Plus, that little riff he did scratched my brain in the right way. You did perfectly, sweetheart.” You said as you finished up with the blanket. You passed it to Changbin, who placed the blanket in its usual spot.

Seungmin grinned. “That's the one.” He said in agreement.

Chan nodded in agreement. “You're done for the day, Min.” He told him with happiness in his voice.

Seungmin grabbed his stuff after taking off his headset. He left the booth and came to sit on the couch. He had decided he would be waiting for I.N., as the two had plans for after Innie's session. 

“You did great, Puppy.” You told him as you gently stroked Han's hair. 

Seungmin nodded softly and smiled at you. “Thank you.” 

The studio door opened, and in came a pouty I.N. 

The male quickly turned to you. “You're here. Minho Hyung said you were here.” He said, relief filling him.

“Yeah, I'm here.” You nodded in confusion. Has he been looking for you?

I.N. pulled out his hoodie from his bag. “It ripped. Could you please fix it? Please, Mama bear?” 

Of course, how could you possibly say no to I.N., your youngest? Your Makenae. One of your babies? He had those big, sweet eyes that made you utterly melt. He was very good at making it hard for you to say no to him. It was something that he, Felix and Seungmin had perfected over the years.

“Of course, my lovely. Pass it here and I'll sew it whilst you do your lines.” You said holding out a hand to take the hoodie from him. Thankfully, you hadn't put your sewing kit away yet.

Innie greeted everyone before going to the booth. Whilst he recorded his lines, you sat there sewing up his hoodie sleeve. You gave feedback here and there when your opinion was asked for. Han was still fast asleep, his head on your lap. Chan was working well with I.N., explaining everything in a way that I.N. instantly understood, allowing the male to easily record his lines. Binnie sat beside Chan, gushing over how cute I.N. was. Meanwhile, Seungmin was on his phone, playing a game, just enjoying the atmosphere. 

Innie finally left the booth just as you finished with his hoodie. He happily took it from you and kissed your cheek. “Thank you, you're a lifesaver.” He said before putting the hoodie on.

Seungmin got up and grabbed his stuff. 

“Where are you boys heading?” You asked them curiously. 

Seungmin smiled. “We're getting dinner at that new place that opened up.” He said happily, having wanted to try it since he heard about it.

You nodded and grabbed your phone. You pulled out your bank card from your phone case pocket and held it out to the two youngest members of the group. 

“Use my card. Call it a treat for doing so well today. I'm proud of you both.” They had both learnt by now that arguing against using your card would never work. So Seungmin gently took it from you and placed it in his wallet. 

“Thank you, Mother bear.” He said before hugging you. He quickly turned to Chan, a mischievous smile on his face. “This is why she’s our favourite parent. Take notes.” He then nodded and walked towards the door. “See you all later.” He waved.

I.N. also hugged you. “Thank you, Mama Bear.” The two boys waved at everyone.

“Have fun.” And with that, the two boys left. Changbin got up and grabbed your sewing kit, and placed it in your bag so you wouldn't have to move and disturb Han. You thanked him happily with a soft smile. The male then headed toward the booth.

Chan turned to you. “You spoil them too much.”

You scoffed playfully. “As if you don't.” You said with a raised eyebrow  

The two of you shared a smile before Chan turned back to work. You gently shook Han's shoulder. 

“You gotta wake up, hun. We need your help with recording Binnie's lines. You can sleep again once he's done.” And you kept that promise. Because the moment Changbin was finished, Han found his way back to you and fell asleep within minutes.

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Everything Taglist: Thank you for supporting me. @thecheshireprincess @potato-vagina @spanish-delulu-23 @deliciousmagazinequeen @myblovedjyh @alex--awesome--22

SKZ Taglist: Thank you for supporting me. @jinnie-ret

[jinnie-ret]

omg you've put so much effort into this and I love how we got to see moments with the SKZoos too!!! so cute, i loved it 💜🫶

[jinnie-ret]

hi! just a lil skz series update here :)

So ofc I've still got the 1K followers playlist to finish but I just wanted to give an update on my series!

Stray Kids Mystery Incorporated: Who Ate The Luck?!

- thank you to those who did the poll on if you were still interested in this series

- I have decided that I will post it, Halloween this year

- I've got a much clearer idea in my head for how I'm going to write it, and it's made me fall back in love with my own idea again (not in a cocky way but in a way I'm happy with the idea again lol)

My Youth SKZ Ninth Member Au

- ok so where this was left off... poor Lou has been stuck in this dreamland for ages... like since October last year 😅

- I've put in some effort to plan out how I want this story to go, to make it both digestible for you all as readers but also for me in terms of planning it out and how I want each chapter to follow on from each other

- I'm hoping to start writing out chapters again soon!

SKZ in Married At First Sight

- just like Lou has been stuck in some dreamland in the my youth series... Some of our couples have been on their honeymoons for even longer 😂

- this is another series where I feel like I didn't plan for it as much and I think I liked the freehand method (is that a thing? does that make sense? Idk lol) as it worked well with the Oddinary House series (still so proud of that hehe)

- I love a bit of reality TV and have read some great skz reality TV fics so I'm ready to write more for this series when I can

That's all! I don't have a regular posting schedule but just know that I'm still very much here in how much I love the skz fanfic community and I'm always thinking of new ideas to conjure up 💜

if you read all this ty I love you :)

[jinnie-ret]

Hiii can I rq a skz x 15 y/o trainy were she acts v gen z n stuff?

generation z

aka 3 times Y/N left the boys feeling old

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff, crack

content warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

summary: she's the youngest of the group and the boys can't keep up with her internet slang

Ok first of all I'm sorry my mind got jumbled and I wrote this as the ninth member instead, but if you want to you can still read it as a trainee friend :) also I tried so sorry if you find this cringe lmaoo

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1) Slay

Y/N was currently on a VLIVE with danceracha, not that she was a part of it, but she was the best hypeman around, both the boys and Stays knew this. They were practicing 'Wow', the danceracha track and Y/N was obsessed.

"Wow, wow, wow!!" Y/N shouted along with the song's chorus, comically jumping up and down in the back of the room and waving her SKZ lightstick around. It was quite the scene, Stays laughing in the comments at her enthusiasm whilst admiring the boys dance.

As soon as they finished dancing she cheered loudly for them, handing them their water bottles and reading the comments from Stays.

"'Y/N is the best hypeman', duh!" Y/N jokingly pulled an obvious face at the camera as she continued reading comments, Hyunjin sitting next to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"'Y/N is so me'," Y/N read out and smirked, "hey Stay..."

"Oh lord," Hyunjin moved away, already anticipating that their maknae was going to do something that would disturb his ears. And he was right to do so.

"I AM YOU, I SEE ME IN YOU-" Y/N sang loudly at the top of her lungs, before Lee Know muffled her shouts with his hand.

"Aigoo, our Y/Nnie is so loud," he patted her head too, a condescending smile on his face.

"Yah hyung! You're normally the loudest! Let her be hyper!" Felix giggled, pushing Lee Know's hands away from Y/N.

"Yeah, Stays think I'm funny!" Y/N stuck her tongue out as the boys and her sat around reading the comments again.

"Go on then, give us a joke, Miss Comedian," Hyunjin poked her cheek.

"Ok, Lee Know your hands smell like cat litter," Y/N shrugged her shoulders and said bluntly, making danceracha burst out into laughter and Lee Know get up to chase her.

"That wasn't even a joke," Hyunjin giggled.

"It was a diss," Felix laughed along, the other two still running around the room. It was too much for Stays to handle, this moment going into many fan compilations in the future.

"Hey, hey Stays," Y/N stood in the middle of the room, fighting against Lee Know as he tried to drag her off screen.

"Hey, Stays, all around the world, you make Stray Kids SLAY!!" Y/N cheered and then squealed as Lee Know lifted her into the air.

"What-" Hyunjin facepalmed, shoulders shaking as he laughed.

"I'm gonna have to use that one," Felix nodded as he giggled.

2) Gyatt

Y/N was currently recording her parts in the ROCKSTAR album, entering the studio with an iced coffee in hand.

"What's poppin?" she matched Han's energy as he laughed and repeated after her, Chan and Changbin shaking their heads with small smiles.

"Ok, Y/N, we're recording Megaverse first, you ready?" Chan pressed the button to speak so Y/N would hear him once she was in the recording booth.

"Aish, my ears!" Y/N jumped at how loud his voice was and ducked down to crouch on the floor, making the staff laugh with the members.

Soon she began recording a small rap part which was new for her, she was part of vocalracha and so was used to singing on their tracks.

"Ok, Y/N, do the same again but just a bit louder, like you want the world to hear your message," Changbin leant over Chan as he gave some advice.

"Ok, ok, I got this," Y/N told herself, "GYATT!" she randomly shouted, before continuing to nod, not hearing or looking at the looks of confusion and amusement spread across the faces of 3racha.

She finished recording her rap part successfully and exited the booth, the boys praising her but they only had one question on her mind.

"What was that you shouted?" Chan rose an eyebrow at her, grinning.

"I shouted a lot of things, you told me to shout my rap," Y/N shrugged with a confused smile, hands resting in the pockets of her hoodie.

"Don't play dumb," Changbin pointed out, messing her hair.

"Ohhh," Y/N realised and laughed, "hey Changbin, just start walking over there for a second."

"Why?" Han laughed from the sofa, wondering what the maknae was up to.

"Just do it," Y/N further prompted and so Changbin sighed and nodded.

"GYATT!!!" Y/N shouted once again, as she very obviously looked at Changbin's butt.

"Omo," Chan covered his ears and laughed in shock.

"Understand now?" Y/N laughed.

"Not really, no," said poor Changbin, who had turned around in shock and didn't see what happened. It was often they didn't understand their maknae's slang words.

3) Rizz

Stray Kids were currently filming for Teen Vogue, taking part in the Compliments Battle, a video that would quickly win over Stays' hearts as one of their funniest videos ever.

Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin had already gone, the latter unable to take Seungmin's compliments no longer.

"Innie, I'll avenge you," Y/N whispered to her fellow maknae, who in turn grinned right back at her.

"Yah what are the maknaes talking about?" Seungmin have them an unimpressed look, folding his arms.

"Hyung?" Jeongin asked.

"Yeah?" Seungmin asked back.

"Shhh," Jeongin commanded lightly, making the members laugh. Y/N took her seat opposite Seungmin whilst everyone laughed.

"Y/N is so precious, and has the purest soul, Y/N is my... everything," Seungmin stared Y/N dead in the eyes as he spoke to her, the girl cringing.

"Seungmin is my puppy, I love him so much, cute puppy Seungie so talented," Y/N said sweetly, being over the top as she spoke.

"Oh my gosh," Jeongin wrinkled his nose hearing the words.

"I think I just threw up a bit," Seungmin said in English.

"Wah? Who said that about me?" Y/N gasped and laughed.

"I did. About how you just spoke to me," Seungmin laughed at Y/N's face.

"Yah give me a compliment," Y/N folded her arms.

"Ok, ok," Seungmin stopped laughing, "Y/N is my queen."

"Woahhhh, I'm gonna have that on replay," Y/N smirked. "Let's see... Seungmin is so handsome and sexy- I'm not reading that... Forget the tweets lemme use the Y/N rizz," she smirked as she pulled up her sleeves.

"Rizz?" Jeongin repeated after her looking confused.

"Hey Seungmin, what do you say we go on a romantic walk and pee on a lamppost?" Y/N smirked, the guys choking on their breaths as they were shocked at what she said.

"Y/N... What?!" Seungmin gasped.

"He reacted, he's out!" Jeongin clapped happily.

"No, let me keep going I've got more. He's a puppy get it? It's not weird! Hmmm, what else..." Y/N defended herself and began, as her leader shared nervous glances at the staff, but she didn't need to know that. "Hey are you my dog when I'm depressed?" perhaps Y/N left a pause for too long, "because I just wanna... give you... kisses... Guys stop looking at me like I'm weird!"

Jeongin covered his face to avoid her wrath.

"This isn't just Y/N rizz! This is puppy rizz!"

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @kpopmenace143 @sakufilms @hanjiquokkaaa @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @cheesemonky @his-angell @turtledove824 @2minstan @royal-shinigami

[jinnie-ret]

tysm for over 1000 notes on this silly lil fic, ninth member fics still have a special place in my heart 💜

[jinnie-ret]

STRAY KIDS MYSTERY INCORPORATED: WHO ATE THE LUCK?

"-and I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!"

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This Halloween the boys take a trip down memory lane, reminiscing on their favourite childhood TV shows. But what happens when the mysterious tape machine they bought instead transports them inside The Scooby Doo Show?

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moodboards pt 1 pt2

❀ episode 1 - all eight of them were settled down and cosy, ready to spend halloween together as a group, but it's felix's mistaken purchase that lands them where they are

- pending halloween 2025 -

episode 2

episode 3

episode 4

episode 5

episode 6

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[jinnie-ret]

hi everyone! as I'm trying to be more active again I was looking at my ongoing lil projects on here and I'm wondering if I should write this series or not. Looking at my plan for this series, I'm finding it hard to find the connection to stray kids apart from the fact that I said which characters they transformed into. looking at my drafts it basically looks like a scooby doo fanfic 😅

is anyone gonna be mad/sad if I delete this lol.

should I keep this series?

yesssss! I wanna read it

no it's ok dw!

Voting ended onJun 25, 2025

[cheeseceli]

If it's messy, it's love

Pairing: Han Jisung × gn!reader

Genre: angst, fic (1k words), unrequited love

Prompt: "Maybe if it's messy then you know it's really love"

Warnings: heartbreak, unrequited love, mentions of marriage, of parents (?) and of kids, Heeseung cameo

A/n: miss rose releases another hit | daily click

Han realised in the most painful, cruelest way that it could never be him.

"What?"

"I'm getting married!" was all you replied to his shocked state, with that beautiful smile of yours that hurt him so badly now, hoping it would enlighten your best friend's mind a little bit.

But Han had heard it the first time. He heard it loud and clear.

He just couldn't believe. He didn't want to.

"Heeseung proposed?" he could only hope his voice wasn't giving in, showing you his most vulnerable side. He was also glad he was sat in his bed. This way his knees wouldn't falter until they brought him to the ground.

"He just did this morning" you sat next to him, dreamy voice still speaking, not noticing the inner debate in Han's heart "I can't believe it either. You're the first one to know the news, actually."

He has no ideia if that was supposed to be a good thing. He supposes it was, as that meant you really considered him a huge part of your life.

Maybe just not big enough.

He knew it from the start that you really were in love with your boyfriend - now fiancé - and that he had no place in that romantic aspect of your life. But he still was foolish enough to have hope.

Hope one day you'd wake up and think "wow, maybe I am in love with my best friend". Just like he was in love with you.

It was stupid. Jisung knew it better than anyone. He knew it was immature. That's why he never did anything regarding this fantasies. He would never even dare to do anything that could ruin your relationship with Heeseung. You would be hurt by only the thought of it, and that guy was sadly even pretty decent, a good match for you! So Jisung could do nothing but to watch it from the sidelines.

And to have hope.

It's true when they say this feeling is the last one to die.

It saddened him to be so attached to that idea. It wasn't going to work. You were not going to have a crazy epiphany about how infatuated you are with him. You weren't gonna reserve a place in your heart for him, not the part he wanted you to. He hated himself for even feeling this way.

It was childish. It was hurtful. It was messed up.

But at this point, he thought that if it was messy, then at least it really was love.

"Are you sure? I mean, isn't it a bit early?"

"I don't think so. We've been dating for three years already. It's just enough time, right?"

You knew Han for more than a decade though. Couldn't you consider it as well?

"Is your family alright with that?"

"Well, they don't know it yet" right, after all, he was the first one to discover the news "but my parents really like him. They hinted about marriage a few times."

Your parents liked him as well. Why couldn't they hint about him instead?

"Well, weren't you guys fighting just last week?"

It seems you and Han were about to fight now.

"What's up with the interrogation?" you finally looked at him, the dreamy state you were in fading bit by bit "I thought you would be happy as well."

"I am happy for you!" he was not "I just want to make sure you're making the right choice," it wasn't the right choice "it's a lot of responsibility after all. We're talking about the rest of your life."

You were quiet for a while. There was no way of knowing what you were really thinking at that moment. And that was killing Jisung.

"Are you positive?" Jisung continued, his voice weaker than ever "Are you really sure you want to marry him? Are you ready for that?"

"I am." The delicate expression came back to light up your face, your voice becoming softer. It was a sign of love. Han recognised it well, that was how he talked about you "For all of your questions. I want to do that more than anything, and I want to do it with Hee."

Han could hear his heart breaking in synchrony with your words. That had to be the worst experience of his life.

You were going to get married to the love of your life. He was probably going to be your best man, the "uncle" of your kids and the one friend you knew you could always count in.

And that was it.

At the same time you were promising him a place in your life, you were also saying goodbye to him. Goodbye to everything he had ever hoped for. Goodbye to everything he used to do that won't be his duty to fulfil anymore. Goodbye to the two of you that existed until now, and goodbye to the version of you that he never got to see.

After all, it really, really, could never be him.

"He better take care of you." Han finally said, eyes not meeting yours, heart beating so slowly a doctor would say he was dead.

You smiled. Being your friend for years on end made him realise a few things about you. He knew how you smiled when you were faking it, and he knew it when it was real. And God, that one smile was one of the most genuine smiles he had seen in your lips for a long while.

But it probably wasn't as real as the one you gave Heeseung earlier, when he got down in one knee for you.

"Thank you" you whispered as you hugged him. He could feel the happiness laced in your voice "He will take good care of me, I promise."

And all that was left to Han was to believe your words would come true.

If he was supposed to live with a broken heart from now on, that should at least mean you were going to live with a happy and healed one forever.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: Moving On

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret @sheraayasherrecs @rockstarkkami @urlocalmultigroupfan @aeinzzzketchup @queenofdumbfuckery @sarita-sunday @lezleeferguson-120

Dividers by @cafekitsune | images 1, 2 and 3

[jinnie-ret]

oh gosh I'm so sad for han 😭 this was so well written though, the last line got me ahhh 💜

[cheeseceli]

I got really angsty with this one ngl 💔

And thank you so much!! I didn't really know how to end this one so I'm glad you still liked the ending hehe tyyy

[jinnie-ret]

omg really? that's so crazy to me bc I thought the ending was so poetic lol, felt intentional 💜

[jinnie-ret]

poison

lee know x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

content warnings: none

word count: 2k

summary: minho is crazy over you, as much as he'd hate to admit it, but you won't even bat an eyelid

requested by: @keen-li

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Although it was rare that Minho was able to spend time with you, there was something about you that entranced him. That was scary to him. He was shy about voicing these types of feelings and what was even more frightening was that he was slowly beginning to realise he couldn't hide away. Impulsive thoughts would spring to mind and he'd have to bury them before they reached the surface yet again. They were the type of thoughts that told him to shout from the rooftops, exposing the seemingly unexplained feelings he had for you. At least if he did that, maybe you'd bat an eyelid at him.

It felt unrealistic. Minho had barely spoken to you and you had this hold over him. At the very least, he could admire you from afar across the dance studio. The two of you, with other troupe members of course, were part of a group called Cupcakes. Despite its cute demeanor, it only offered more charm to the various genres you could perform as a group.

Minho had already been offered a solo performance, which he gratuitously accepted. He had the freedom to choreograph this one on his own so long as he kept to the theme of the whole dance showcase: poison. As well as a group number, his solo and other performances, there was a duet that their instructors had just shown them. It was smooth, sultry and had this push and pull storyline, perfectly summarising how he felt about you.

"And for our duet performance we'll have our top two students, Minho and..." the head instructor announced, some of the other dancers around clapping and others slightly disappointed. Minho, on the other hand, was a huge mix of ecstatic and incredibly nervous, knowing he'd be performing the duet with you.

"Guess it's you and me?" you walked up to him wearing a small smile on your face. You hadn't really interacted with Minho a lot. Something about him... didn't intimidate you as such, but you didn't want to say the wrong thing because you weren't all too sure on his personality and how he might react.

"Yeah," Minho nodded back, straightening out the sleeves of his hoodie and not able to make eye contact as of yet. He could admire from afar, yes, but up close was a whole different ball park.

“This is going to be our big ending performance, so I expect great things from the two of you as always,” the head instructor spoke, a hint of a smile on their face.

—

A video of what the choreography looked like had already been prepared for the two of you, the instructors trusting the two of you being quick learners to basically get on with it and pick up the steps. With pride in the trust that had been given to both of you, the two of you sat together on the wooden floor of a separate room, an iPad playing the video.

“Woah… this is kinda a more sexier vibe, right?” you nod along to the song, already grooving to the vibe of it as you turn to glance at Minho.

“Yeah, it’s… yeah,” Minho kept his eyes fixed on the screen, watching as two bodies intertwined, wrapped around each other with slow extensions of arms and legs grazing against each other, almost teasingly. You thought he was being nonchalant yet had you noticed the reddening of the tips of his ears, you would have realised he was simply feeling a bit shy.

“Right, let’s get started!” you stood enthusiastically, an excited grin on your face as you connect your phone to the speaker to play the song ‘Poison’ by Brent Faiyaz. Of course the grand performance at the end of the show would have the same name as the overall theme.

The responsibility began to weigh heavier upon Minho’s shoulders, but instead of letting it drag him down, he allowed the tension in his body to melt away at the sight of your bubbly demeanour. This girl, he thought, would certainly do damage. To his heart or to his soul, he wasn’t sure yet. He didn’t have time to ponder anyways, before the two of you threw yourselves into getting the basic steps and positioning down. There wasn’t as much conversation or giggling as Minho would have liked for the first time the two of you spent time alone together, but there was some and that was all that mattered to him. Said time allowed him to discover even more of your quirks, whether it was the little grumpy huffs you’d do when a move went wrong or how keen you were on eye contact, constantly seeking his.

When it came to the first review of the two of you dancing together, Minho was disappointed in the feedback you both received. You were frustrated.

“Kids, you've got the choreo down great, but it lacks feeling, emotion. You need the audience hanging onto every second of this performance.”

You grumpily chucked your practice bag on the floor as you and Minho entered the separate room you had already spent hours upon hours in.

“We were perfect! What do they mean it lacks feeling? What more can we do?” you groan, a puff of air leaving you so strongly that it made some stray hairs fly up.

Minho had a lot of feelings, about the feedback, about the dance, but mainly you. Maybe his nerves from being partnered with his crush was restricting him from investing himself emotionally. There must be something he could do to ease his nerves. Maybe over time he would come to feel more relaxed in your presence?

“We'll just practice more-” Minho began.

“The practice wasn't good enough! I don't know why I stay here and do these stupid performances when really it's never enough! I'd be better off elsewhere…” you trailed off.

“I didn’t count you as someone who would give up so easily…” Minho observed quietly, placing his bag down quietly, a great juxtaposition to your previous actions.

“What?” your head shot up.

“I mean, you’re one of the best dancers here. You can’t just step back after one piece of feedback. We’ll just practice more,” Minho reiterated.

“I’m not giving up and I’m not stepping back. I’m facing the facts,” you sigh, clearly frustrated, “they said that it lacked feeling and emotion. We don’t know each other like that, of course it’s not going to be completely connected!”

“Let’s spend more time together then,” Minho blurted out quickly. He regretted it immediately. Not because he didn’t mean it, but because he felt like he had embarrassed himself.

“Minho, you really think that’s going to help?” you looked at him, sat opposite to you.

“It’s worth a try, don’t you think?” Minho shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide his awkwardness at how bold he was being. Well, how bold he thought he was being.

“Ok. Sure. Let’s try it,” you gave in. It seemed like the best chance you had.

—

Things were taking a turn in a positive direction. You found yourself enjoying Minho’s presence the more and more you got to know him. Exchanging stories over coffee, sharing cat pictures and sending videos across social media late at night had become the norm over the past three weeks. Here the two of you were again, chatting nonsense over iced americanos before the big performance this evening at the recital.

“No, but that photo is too funny!” you burst out laughing as Minho showed you the picture of his high school graduation.

“It’s only because my friend was learning hairdressing!” Minho laughed along, mainly due to your contagious laughter.

“It’s so creepy how you’re holding the mannequin head so casually,” you giggled once more at the photo.

“You should have seen my other options,” Minho smirked mischievously.

“Oh gosh, I don’t want to know,” you waved him off playfully, before you got a text on your phone, “Oh! The instructor just texted, "We've got to head back inside now and get ready for the performance.”

—

“Minho, great job! You really had the right vibe and feeling!”

Minho was ecstatic that his emotions finally came across in the dance he performed with you. For once, he didn’t hold back on how he was feeling towards you and he could funnel any nerves or admiration into a streamlined performance showcasing his skills. It translated extremely well to the audience and the two of you received a standing ovation. He still wished that his feelings translated well to you too but you were too stuck in your perfectionist ways.

“You showed great fluidity but I still think there was something missing. I couldn’t feel what you were feeling and that’s an issue. I expect better from you.”

You thought your feedback was considerably harsher than usual and perhaps your instructor was still feeling stressed with making sure the evening went well. It didn’t make it sting less. The two of you had rehearsed together for many hours and had gotten to know each other like Minho had suggested. In your own mind, you felt yourself much more relaxed in his presence and therefore more connected when dancing together. Why wasn’t your performance good enough? How did Minho do better than you? Why?

Minho struggled to find you amongst the chaos of everyone else in the team roaming around backstage as well as lighting and stage managers. What led him to you was the whispers he heard from your peers.

‘She’s so angry, I don’t think we’ll be seeing her again.’

‘Surely she won’t leave?’

‘The teacher upset her I think.’

There you were, dragging your belongings out of your locker in the corridor that would have been quiet were it not for your light sniffles.

“Thought you didn’t give up so easily?” Minho sighed, leaning against the wall and watching you closely.

“I never said that. You did,” you mumble, back to him as you put on a jacket.

“And I’ll say it again,” Minho began.

“Please don’t.”

“You don’t have to go, you know?” Minho’s brows furrowed. He took a step forward, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“What’s the point in me staying? I’m not an all rounder like you. Somehow I still lacked the feeling, which seems impossible when I was actually really happy with how we both did and the audience reaction too! Then we got our feedback and I really expected it to be positive for both of us. Then it wasn’t,” you rambled, lips trembling between every word.

“We did get positive feedback,” Minho tried to reassure you.

“No, you got positive feedback. Our instructor expected better from me which-”

“Which what? Which means what? You missed out on the good things that were said. If you focus on all that every time you get critiques then it’s not going to take you very far,” Minho lectured you passionately, hating the sight of you putting yourself down when it seemed unwarranted in his eyes.

“Even more reason to leave. If it’s not going to take me far then I might as well go now,” you shook your head in annoyance, again, only hearing the negatives.

“You’re still not listening. Maybe we should book you a hearing test?” Minho joked but his smile faded when you finally faced him with a glare.

“I heard that one.”

“Oh so you are paying attention, hm? Good. Nothing about how you danced was bad! You just need to let loose more. Don’t worry about being perfect, ok? No-one is going to judge you for learning, we all still are,” Minho took a breath before continuing, never breaking eye contact with you, for once, “Put your stuff back, and get out of your own head. You’re giving me a headache with how loud you’re thinking.”

There was a moment of silence that would have been uncomfortable had it gone on for any longer. Minho was worried that the way he poured his heart out had been inappropriate for the moment, until you let out a little laugh and appeared to be less teary.

“Maybe we should send you to be tested instead with your supersonic hearing.”

“There she is,” Minho chuckled, tugging you by your sleeve playfully.

“So you’ll stay?”

“For you, I guess,” you rolled your eyes.

That was all Minho needed to hear. He didn’t need to be in a romantic relationship with you right now to be wholly satisfied. Simply having you around was enough for him right now.

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[writingforstraykids]

Oh, I loved this so much! It's always so cute to see Minho being the one secretly yearning for more☺️🖤🖤

[jinnie-ret]

aw thank you sm nat! I know omg I love it too hehe 🥰💜

[maxineswritingcorner]

Proud of them, Proud of you, Proud of us

Bangchan x Fem!Reader. 9th Memeber.

(Okay, so my first Stray Kids fic. My first time writing about real people. I'm nervous about this because I'm not sure if I did the boys justice or not. I just hope this story is enjoyable to read.)

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update.

Summary: You tell Chan how proud you are of him and the boys. You both have a good cry.

You were finally able to have time alone as a group. There was no busy schedule. There was no dance practice or voices to be recorded. No, your schedules were clear for the weekend and the following week. And so, you and the boys had decided on getting away somewhere. You had all agreed to go to Jeju Island. So you rented a private house for the nine of you. Before even going, a ground rule was set, and it was simple: no working. This was the time to relax. It meant Chan couldn’t be glued to his laptop. If a new song was made by accident, then fine. But they couldn’t actively seek out work.

You were the second oldest of the group. The group ‘Mum’. Your SKZoo was a bear. As a play on the ‘Mama Bear’ image you had. It was a running joke both between the group and the fanbase. It was a role you just naturally fulfilled. You were happy being the Mom of the group. 

Three people will drive the cars there: Chan, Minho, and Changbin. It had been decided through rock, paper, scissors that Han and Seungmin would go with Minho, as they both chose scissors. Hyunjin and I.N. would be with Changbin as they picked paper. Leaving you and Felix, who had chosen rock with Chan. The car ride was nice. Felix was happily in the back, taking pictures of the view that whizzed past. The three of you had a nice sing-along. You even got a nice picture of Felix fast asleep in the back, halfway through the drive. 

Once the cars were parked, you had the keys, and everyone was out, you all decided to have a look around the house. Chan unlocked the door of the big house. It was pretty, very pretty. It was also private, away from everything else, which you were grateful for. There were four bedrooms. Two of the rooms had two twin beds, whereas the other two had one bed, one being a double and one being a king. 

The house seemed to have everything. A massive kitchen, a dining room, a pool, a nice big living room, and a beautiful view. There was a room downstairs with all sorts of fun activities, there was even a gym and a nice garden.

“So who’s pairing up?” Hyunjin asked as he sat on one of the kitchen island chairs. You had all entered the kitchen after you had finished looking around. Changbin grinned as he wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and squeezed him close. 

“I’ll pair up with you!” The shorter male spoke loudly, causing Hyunjin to cringe and cover an ear. 

You shook your head. “About we play some games?” You suggested. You opened your handbag, which you had been carrying around. Felix and Chan had named it your ‘Mary Poppins’ bag, since you seemed to have just about everything in there. You pulled out two straws. “Can someone find me some scissors, please?” You asked with a smile on your face. 

Leeknow had been the one to find them, passing them to you once he had exclaimed in excitement that he had beaten both Han and Chan in finding them. You thanked him before taking the scissors and cutting the straws into nine pieces. 

“Alright, first game is simple. Whichever two people have the shortest straws will pair up.” You held the straws in a closed fist and smiled. “Who’s first?” You asked curiously. 

Changbin was the first to move, carefully picking a straw only for it to be one of the short ones. The group laughed because how was he the first to pick and the first to get the short straw? Though Binnie seemed rather happy. One by one, the rest of the boys chose their straws. Leeknow, then Felix, then Han, then Chan, then Seungmin. As Seungmin stepped forward, he looked between the straws. He looked at you before looking at the straws. He picked one and held it up. It was the second short straw. 

Seungmin let out a groan as Binnie cheered and ran over to hug Seungmin. Seungmin dodged his hug for a moment before giving in to allow Changbin to hug him. The group all laughed. Hyunjin almost fell off his chair as he leaned to the side, clapping. 

“Alright. Seungmin, which room do you want, hun?” You asked him curiously, letting him be the one to choose which room he wanted. 

Seungmin thought for a moment. He decided on one of the bedrooms with two beds. The one on the left of the 2nd floor. Changbin pouted, having wanted the double bedroom, but he nodded, happy to be rooming with Seungmin. 

No one expected the room assignments to stay like this for the whole time you were here. It was more about where their stuff would be and where they would sleep that night. There was no doubt in your mind that everyone would have slept in everyone else’s rooms by the end of the holiday. 

The second game was rock, paper, scissors. The winner and the loser would room together. Hyunjin and Han were the winners of the first round, so the two played against each other. With Hyunjin winning. A few more rounds were played until it was just I.N. and Felix. Felix ended up losing with paper vs I.N.’s scissors. 

“Okay, Lixie baby. What room do you want?” You asked him curiously. The angelic-looking male grinned as he walked over to Hyunjin. You wanted as the two hugged. The two males shared a look, and Hyunjin slowly nodded with a pleased look on his face. 

Felix turned to you with a bright smile. “The double bed, please.” You nodded your head in agreement. “Double room it is then.” The two males high-fived.

Chan stepped forward. “Alright. The rest of us will close our eyes. Hold up either one or two fingers. Whoever has one will room together. Whoever has two will share a room. Whichever number has three people will get the King bed. Sound fair?” He asked as he looked between the three boys and you.

You nodded your head as did the others. You all closed your eyes and held out a hand. 

“One, two, three pick!” Changbin’s voice filled the room. 

Your eyes opened. You held up two fingers. As did Chan. Minho and Jisung had both chosen one. You all looked at I.N., who held up two fingers. You smiled lightly at the youngest member of the family.

“Innie, looks like you're with us, Sweetheart.” You spoke happily. 

“Ooo, baby’s sleeping with Mom and Dad!” Hyunjin teased with was followed by a yelp and a dramatic fall to the ground as I.N. pinched him. 

“Alright. Everyone, grab your things. Let’s unpack.”

—--------------

The holiday was going well. You had all been there since Friday, and it was now Wednesday. You had awoken with Felix’s head on your chest, snuggled up on your right. Chan was on your left. He was on his side, his arm around your waist. You had decided to stay in bed for a while as you slowly woke up. You were enjoying the quiet and the warmth. Your hand gently stroked through Felix’s hair. 

As expected, after the first night, most people switched rooms as they pleased. Sure, their things stayed in their assigned rooms, but the boys shared rooms as they pleased. So far, you and Chan had shared your bed with I.N. on the first night, Felix on the second night, Hyunjin on the third night, Changbin on the fourth night and Felix again last night. You enjoyed it. It gave you a chance to spend time with each of your boys. With I.N., he had wanted his space, but had also slept using your arm as a pillow. Changbin and Chan had caged you between their arms. You had sweetheart cradled with Chan, whilst Hyunjin hand spooned you from behind. And with Felix, both times, he had gone to sleep with his head on your chest, your fingers in his hair, with Chan’s arm around your waist.

Right now, Hyunjin and I.N. are in the kitchen making breakfast. Hyunjin had taken a picture of the three of you snuggled up, as payback for you getting a picture of him sleeping on top of Changbin after you all got back from the beach yesterday. That picture was now your contact photo for Changbin. As for the picture of you, Felix and Chan, that would be your new lock screen and your new contact photo for Chan.

Felix was the next one to wake up out the the three of you. You smiled down at him as you felt him snuggle closer to your body. 

“Morning, Angel.” Your voice was quiet and soft, not wanting to wake Chan. You were taking every chance to have Chan catch up on his sleep whilst you were all here. 

“Good morning.” Came Felix’s deep, husky voice from just waking up. He let out a small groan as he blinked himself awake. The two of you stayed lying there for around ten minutes before you let out a small sigh. 

“We should probably get up. Jinnie and Innie will be done with breakfast soon.” You explained. That caused Felix to let out a whine in protest. Because why would he want to leave the warmth of the bed? Where was he cuddling and having his hair played with?

“I don't want to.” 

“I know, Lixie, but we have to move at some point.” You told him with a small giggle in your voice.

You felt Chan snuggle closer to you. “He's right. Let's just stay like this for the rest of the day.” Since when had he woken up?

You gave in as Chan placed a kiss on the corner of your lips. You let the two hug you close for a while longer. Ten more minutes wouldn't hurt.

—--------------

Sitting at the table downstairs, you tucked into one of the pancakes that were made for breakfast. You were all discussing ideas of what to do today. Felix had suggested going to the beach again. I.N. had suggested you all have a look around town. Changbin suggested a hike. 

Jisung tapped a finger on the table. “Why not stay here? We could play in the pool? And we can use the room downstairs?” Downstairs was a massive room. It had a karaoke machine, a pool table, ping pong, darts, arcade games and more. It was enough to keep you all busy for the day.”

You nodded happily. “I like that. We can stay here today. Do our own thing. We'll have a karaoke session before we eat together, and have a movie night tonight after we've all eaten and changed. That way, we can end the night together before going to bed. Plus, it means those of you who want to get extra sleep time can.” You smiled brightly. 

Everyone nodded in agreement. Once breakfast was done, everyone broke off to do their thing. Binnie and Felix stayed behind to clean up as it was their turn. Hyunjin and Chan both went off to get some more sleep, though Chan let you with a kiss before going back to bed. Jisung and Minho immediately went to karaoke. I.N. followed them to check out the arcade games. Seungmin stood beside you for a moment before looking at you.

“Would it be okay if I roomed with you tonight?” He asked you curiously. 

You looked at him and smiled brightly. “Of course, Minnie. You're always welcome.” You ran your fingers through his hair. 

Seungmin smiled lightly at that. “Thanks.” He then turned and wandered off to find a good place for him to sit and read. 

You turned and went upstairs. You planned to spend some time swimming, so you changed into your swimming costume. Felix and Changbin joined you once they had finished cleaning up. 

The day was relaxed, happy and calm. It was a feeling you all had desperately needed.

—--------------

You stood in the kitchen washing up. It was your turn to wash up. Leeknow, Han and Seungmin had done a great job cooking an amazing meal. And so you stood in front of the sink, rubber gloves on. Your phone was on the counter, playing your usual chore playlist. Which was just a bunch of songs the boys had done. Some songs they had made, some were covers. But when you were washing up, cleaning, doing laundry or anything of the sort, something about hearing the boys singing put your mind at ease. 

Currently playing was Seungmin’s cover of Love Poem. It was a song that always hit your emotions. That made tears fill your eyes. It was a song that made you think back and not because of the song itself, but because of Seungmin’s voice. 

That was how Chan found you. Stood in the kitchen, tears in your eyes as you swayed to Seungmin’s voice, cleaning a plate. Chan walked over to you and placed a kiss on your temple. He then grabbed a teatowel and picked up one of the plates to dry it. 

“You cry every time you listen to this.” He said to you with a small smile.  

You nodded your head. “Hmm, you should be used to seeing me like this, then.” as you finished cleaning the plate and moved onto the next one. 

“Yeah. Just like how I shouldn’t be surprised by the way you do, that little hip sway when Jinnie’s cover of ‘Psycho’ comes on.” He told you as he began drying the next plate.

You looked up at him in confusion. “What hip sway?” You asked him in confusion. 

Chan chuckled. “You seriously haven’t noticed? Next, you’ll be telling me you didn’t notice you only tend to listen to ‘Red Lights’ whilst doing laundry. Or how you change which part you sing every time you listen to ‘Taste’. Or how you always need a hug after ‘Waiting for Us’. Oh, wait, plus you tend to listen to ‘Muddy Water’ when you're making coffee or tea. Either just for you or everyone.” Chan bumped his hip against yours as he looked at you. He raised an eyebrow. 

You let out a small laugh. “You really notice all that stuff?” You had only realised just how right he was after he had pointed it out to you. 

“Of course. It’s you. It’s how I also know you only listen to this song when you're feeling nostalgic or when you're in your feelings.” Damn. Chan knew you way too well. Then again, you knew him just as well as he knew you. “Talk to me. Please.” He placed the plate in the cupboard before facing you. The towel was still in his hand.

You picked up a dish and began to wash it. “I’m just proud of them all. Earlier, when we were all downstairs singing karaoke. Han hit a high note, and it took my breath away. He’s grown so much, not just as a rapper but as a singer as well. He’s so impressive. I love that we’re showcasing everything he can do. I love watching him work when he's in producer mode, too. Especially when it's a song he's passionate about.” You started with a soft giggle. Chan nodded along, showing you he was listening to you. That made you smile. You adored Han. He always made you laugh. He was sweet and always seemed to find a way to get you to share your food with him. He was always up for a good cuddle session and had no issue using your lap as a pillow when he needed a nap.

“Then hearing that duet that Seungmin and Innie did. Seungmin is such a menace, but his vocals were so angelic, and those riffs he did? He was goofing around, and he still sounded like something we’d put on an album. It’s amazing just how emotional it is to listen to him sing. You can always feel what he’s singing about. There's a reason he's our lead vocalist. I just wish he weren't so hard on himself. I’m proud of him. I’m proud of all of them.” Your eyes began to tear up a little as you handed Chan the dish and watched as he began to dry it. Seungmin teased you a lot for being the ‘mom’ of the group. But it was all in good fun. He knew he could come to you if he needed to talk, and he had many times. He also enjoyed being someone whom you could come to when you wanted to talk. He always gets a feeling of pride whenever he sees you cheering PuppyM on when he's dancing.

“Innie, he’s not a baby anymore. He’ll always be the youngest, but he’s proving his maturity. With every comeback, it’s like he’s levelled up or something. His voice his stronger and so beautiful. He’s improved so much with his dancing. I love that he acts like he hates us smothering him with our love, yet he still lets me be a pillow for him when he sleeps. He’s not ours, but sometimes it feels like in another life, he could have been.” Your voice cracked slightly as the emotions hit you. Jeongin was used to you treating him like he was your baby. Always making sure he was okay, fed, well-rested and giving his forehead kisses. You were sweet. You weren’t condescending, and you never took it too far, so he allowed it to happen. Because he knew the moment he asked, you’d back off. Because you respected him as a member of the family. 

You picked up another plate and looked up at Chan. He was smiling at you. A warm smile, encouraging you to continue. So you did. He reached out and wiped away the tear that had begun to fall.

“Felix’s confidence has grown. He’s such a sweetheart. He is really the personification of sunshine. I wish we could hear him sing more. And I love his deep voice, but I mean in his lighter voice because he sounds so different. But a good difference. He sounds heavenly and sweet. His deep voice makes him sound like he came straight from hell, and I love that duality. He’s such a good rapper, too. And when he dances? Breathtaking.” Felix has always been cuddly with you. He had no problem falling asleep on you or using his charm to convince you to get his own way. All he had to do was look at you with those pretty kitten eyes and a sweet smile, and you crumbled. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He could do no wrong in your eyes. Everyone was sure that your favourite ‘child’ was a tie between Felix and I.N.

You passed Chan the dish. He stepped closer to you. “Keep going. I like getting to know all of your thoughts.” He dried the dish as he slowly nodded to encourage you to keep taking. 

“Arlight. Who next?” You asked him curiously. 

Chan placed the now dry dish away as he thought over who was next. You had already spoken about the four youngest boys. The pride in your voice swelled his heart. The small voice cracked when you spoke about I.N. The smile on your face when you spoke of Felix was like a true mother. The way tears came to your eyes when you spoke about Seungmin and how you let out that adorable giggle of yours when you went on about Han. It made his stomach fill with butterflies. He loved how much you loved the team. 

“Minho.” He said finally, after a few moments of silence. He held a hand out for the cup you were washing. He took it from you once you held it out to you. He began to dry it, though his eyes locked on you. 

You nodded gently. “Mm, Minho. He’s a savage with a heart of gold. When he sings, he has such a warm voice. His dancing is phenomenal. It’s like dancing is what he was born to do. I love watching him both come up with new dances and teach. He pays attention to the details. He works us hard, and at the same time, he’s willing to slow things down when we need extra help. He’s such a wild card. I love the random stuff he comes out with. And I don’t hate the ass grabbing.” That made Chan laugh.

“You always welcomed the boys touching you. Weather it be Leeknow smacking your ass, Seungmin playing with your hands, Hyunjin playing with your hair or Felix hugging you.” He was right. Around the boys, your guard was down, and you felt comfortable. So you never really minded when Innie used your lap as a pillow, or when Changbin would pick you up, or when Chan would leave kisses on your cheeks, or when Jisung would sit on you. You welcomed it all. The boys were good at telling when you needed space, so they were good at backing off when needed. They enjoyed making sure you felt loved, because that was how you made them feel.

—--------------

Chan always felt loved when you took his health seriously. Especially when it came to sleep. He always felt appreciated whenever he showed you what he was working on. He loved watching you stick up for the boys. He always felt at home when he was with you. When he had you in his arms after a long day.

Leeknow never missed how you made sure he was fed. Whilst he was busy making sure everyone else was fed, you were there making sure he was eating too. He had fun cooking with you. He enjoyed that you were a safe spot for him. Sure, you teased him, but not constantly. You were someone he could rely on, even if it’s just for a moment, whilst he let his walls down.

Changbin liked it when you worked out with him. Even if you didn’t like the gym, you still went sometimes. Sometimes he’d rope you into working out with him. Sometimes he was happy with having you as his personal cheerleader on the side, watching and encouraging him.

Hyunjin loved how honest you are. He can spill his inner thoughts to you, and you share your opinion. He always shows you his art. He still remembers when he gifted you a painting of himself and the rest of the boys’ hands. Each holding something related to you. Your favourite flowers, your SKZoo, something relating to your hobby. You had put it above your desk, so whenever you walked into your room, it was the first thing you saw. And that made Hyunjin swell with pride. 

Han was someone who sought comfort from you. For many reasons. You were a good listener. You were always ready for a hug, and you always let him yap about whatever was on his mind. You laughed at his jokes. He liked that you would wake him up gently whenever it was his turn to produce or record his lines after he had fallen asleep. You didn’t rush him.

Felix always seemed to be touching you in some way. Holding hands, linking pinkies, hugging. You let him hold onto you for as long as he wanted without complaint. You held him when he cried. He enjoyed it whenever you baked with him. He loved the feeling of you playing with his hair. He enjoyed it when you fussed over him. It made him feel taken care of.

Seungmin enjoyed how the banter between you flowed. He liked that he could talk to you about whatever was on his mind. However, he also liked that you came to him when you needed to get something off your chest as well. He knew he got away with more than he technically should. Whenever he cheated at a game, you'd just laugh and applaud his creativity.

I.N. secretly adored it when you doted on him. When you fixed his outfit before going on stage. How you always made sure the boys gave him his space when he needed it. He enjoyed the forehead kisses; they always left him blushing. He always got a boost of pride whenever he saw that proud look on your face whenever he sang. He often says his proudest moment was when he had you cry during a concert after he finished ‘Maknae on Top.’ 

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“Hyunjin, gosh, I swear he has to be related to Aphrodite in some way. There is no way he isn’t. But he's also so much more than his looks. He's gorgeous, but the way he dances… It's like water. I don't know if that makes sense, but when he dances, you can't help but just watch. He's so expressive when he dances, too. Vocals and rap are both amazing. He's breathtaking. His art, oh my god. He has true talent there. And to think, I have a Hwang Hyunjin original piece in my room right now.” Chan reaches out and wipes away the tears that had fallen. He chuckled at how excited your voice got when you spoke of the painting. You gave him an appreciative smile. 

Hyunjin enjoyed playing with your hair. He liked stroking it, brushing it, and trying new hairstyles on you. He loved helping you pick what colour to go. He appreciated late-night conversations with you and how you took an interest in his art. He always appreciates it when you force him to take breaks and don't let him push himself too hard when he's fussing over dance. He's happy he can be dramatic with you, that you'll play into it.

You let out a soft, happy sigh. “Changbin is rap. It’s like a second language to him. His voice is like thunder. Booming, loud and commanding. Yet, it can be soft at times. I love his laugh. I'm proud of his transformation in the gym. Have you seen his arms? He's such a softy. His competitive side is both hilarious and terrifying, and I love that for him. Seeing him in producer mode is always a treat. He takes it seriously, but he always jokes around too. He always gives good feedback.” 

Changbin was someone who made sure you knew how to defend yourself. You can handle yourself, he knew that, and he was proud of that. He was always someone who could get you to smile. Whilst you were busy being a pillow for everyone else, he was more than happy to be a pillow for you when you needed a nap. He'll play into your ‘mother’ role, joking how you should have ‘stopped having kids after having him. It would have been quieter.’

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You finished cleaning the last thing and handed it to Chan to dry. As he dries it, you pull out the sink plug and take off the rubber gloves. You set them to the side. You turn to Chan, who's wiping away his own tears.

“I'm proud of you as well, you know.” You can feel the tears bubbling up again. You stepped towards him and gently took the towel from him. You set it to the side and took his hands in yours. 

“I'm so proud of you, Chris. You hand-picked us for this. You work late every night to make sure the music is perfect. I don't know which version of you I love more. The songwriter, the producer, the perfectionist, the singer, the rapper, the dancer, the playful side, the leader, the father, the boyfriend. Either way, you're amazing. You're funny, you're sweet. If anything is wrong with our boys, you way that it is upon yourself to fix it. I'm happy that you're finally getting some sleep. The bed feels less lonely these days, and I appreciate you putting in the effort. I really do. I like watching you direct Innie when he's recording his lines. You're able to easily explain things to him. You take on the weight of the world, and I'm proud of you for holding on this long.” Tears were falling freely now. 

Chan pulled you into his arms. He cupped your cheeks and gently kissed your lips before cradling your head to his chest as he buried his face in your hair. The two of you are crying into each other.

“I'm proud of them, I'm proud of you. I'm proud of us.” You let out a soft sob after you spoke. Because you were. You were so incredibly proud of each one of the boys. Proud of their talents, proud of the men they were becoming, proud of their strength. 

Chan squeezed you gently. “We're proud of you as well. You take care of those boys like they're your own, and you don't have to do that. I appreciate how you look after me as well. You make sure I don't burn myself out. You know, your voice is magical, and when you dance, the room stops to watch. We're proud of you as well, Sweetheart. We always will be.” 

The sobs started again, tears freely falling. The two of you stayed like that for a while. Just the two of you in the kitchen, hugging and crying into each other. He had one arm around your waist and one hand stroking your hair. You clutched his shirt in your hands like it was your lifeline. The kitchen door often stood the other members of the group. 

You and Chan pulled away slightly; he left an arm around your waist, and you still clung to his shirt with one hand. The two of you looked at the boys. You weren't sure if they had just arrived or if they had heard the two of you talking. 

You opened your free arm, inviting the boys to join the hug. Felix was the first to move. He practically ran into your free arms, snuggling close. Then Han moved, hugging your back. Then the rest moved. So the nine of you stood there, hugging each other close, soaking in the moment. Maybe they had heard what you had said. Maybe they didn't, but right now they were all enjoying the cuddle pile in the middle of the kitchen. 

You all stayed there for around five minutes before Seungmin pulled away. 

“Can we start movie night now?” He asked curiously. 

That pulled out a laugh. 

“Yeah, we can start movie night now.”

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[jinnie-ret]

this was so lovely and I love how in depth you went on it ahh!! 💜

[cheeseceli]

If it's messy, it's love

Pairing: Han Jisung × gn!reader

Genre: angst, fic (1k words), unrequited love

Prompt: "Maybe if it's messy then you know it's really love"

Warnings: heartbreak, unrequited love, mentions of marriage, of parents (?) and of kids, Heeseung cameo

A/n: miss rose releases another hit | daily click

Han realised in the most painful, cruelest way that it could never be him.

"What?"

"I'm getting married!" was all you replied to his shocked state, with that beautiful smile of yours that hurt him so badly now, hoping it would enlighten your best friend's mind a little bit.

But Han had heard it the first time. He heard it loud and clear.

He just couldn't believe. He didn't want to.

"Heeseung proposed?" he could only hope his voice wasn't giving in, showing you his most vulnerable side. He was also glad he was sat in his bed. This way his knees wouldn't falter until they brought him to the ground.

"He just did this morning" you sat next to him, dreamy voice still speaking, not noticing the inner debate in Han's heart "I can't believe it either. You're the first one to know the news, actually."

He has no ideia if that was supposed to be a good thing. He supposes it was, as that meant you really considered him a huge part of your life.

Maybe just not big enough.

He knew it from the start that you really were in love with your boyfriend - now fiancé - and that he had no place in that romantic aspect of your life. But he still was foolish enough to have hope.

Hope one day you'd wake up and think "wow, maybe I am in love with my best friend". Just like he was in love with you.

It was stupid. Jisung knew it better than anyone. He knew it was immature. That's why he never did anything regarding this fantasies. He would never even dare to do anything that could ruin your relationship with Heeseung. You would be hurt by only the thought of it, and that guy was sadly even pretty decent, a good match for you! So Jisung could do nothing but to watch it from the sidelines.

And to have hope.

It's true when they say this feeling is the last one to die.

It saddened him to be so attached to that idea. It wasn't going to work. You were not going to have a crazy epiphany about how infatuated you are with him. You weren't gonna reserve a place in your heart for him, not the part he wanted you to. He hated himself for even feeling this way.

It was childish. It was hurtful. It was messed up.

But at this point, he thought that if it was messy, then at least it really was love.

"Are you sure? I mean, isn't it a bit early?"

"I don't think so. We've been dating for three years already. It's just enough time, right?"

You knew Han for more than a decade though. Couldn't you consider it as well?

"Is your family alright with that?"

"Well, they don't know it yet" right, after all, he was the first one to discover the news "but my parents really like him. They hinted about marriage a few times."

Your parents liked him as well. Why couldn't they hint about him instead?

"Well, weren't you guys fighting just last week?"

It seems you and Han were about to fight now.

"What's up with the interrogation?" you finally looked at him, the dreamy state you were in fading bit by bit "I thought you would be happy as well."

"I am happy for you!" he was not "I just want to make sure you're making the right choice," it wasn't the right choice "it's a lot of responsibility after all. We're talking about the rest of your life."

You were quiet for a while. There was no way of knowing what you were really thinking at that moment. And that was killing Jisung.

"Are you positive?" Jisung continued, his voice weaker than ever "Are you really sure you want to marry him? Are you ready for that?"

"I am." The delicate expression came back to light up your face, your voice becoming softer. It was a sign of love. Han recognised it well, that was how he talked about you "For all of your questions. I want to do that more than anything, and I want to do it with Hee."

Han could hear his heart breaking in synchrony with your words. That had to be the worst experience of his life.

You were going to get married to the love of your life. He was probably going to be your best man, the "uncle" of your kids and the one friend you knew you could always count in.

And that was it.

At the same time you were promising him a place in your life, you were also saying goodbye to him. Goodbye to everything he had ever hoped for. Goodbye to everything he used to do that won't be his duty to fulfil anymore. Goodbye to the two of you that existed until now, and goodbye to the version of you that he never got to see.

After all, it really, really, could never be him.

"He better take care of you." Han finally said, eyes not meeting yours, heart beating so slowly a doctor would say he was dead.

You smiled. Being your friend for years on end made him realise a few things about you. He knew how you smiled when you were faking it, and he knew it when it was real. And God, that one smile was one of the most genuine smiles he had seen in your lips for a long while.

But it probably wasn't as real as the one you gave Heeseung earlier, when he got down in one knee for you.

"Thank you" you whispered as you hugged him. He could feel the happiness laced in your voice "He will take good care of me, I promise."

And all that was left to Han was to believe your words would come true.

If he was supposed to live with a broken heart from now on, that should at least mean you were going to live with a happy and healed one forever.

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[jinnie-ret]

oh gosh I'm so sad for han 😭 this was so well written though, the last line got me ahhh 💜

[i-dared-myself]

My Only Sunshine(s)

Minho x reader x Felix

Requested by anonymous: I was wondering if you would write a minlix x reader story. Maybe the reader is also like sunshiney like Felix and its basically the trope of like two sunshines and their sunshine protector^^' 

Cw: One creep that makes a sexual comment.

You giggle, leaning on Felix. You look up to see his freckles scrunch up in delight, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

You trip over your own feet as you laugh, causing Minho to reach a hand out to steady you. Once you’re standing properly again, he lets go to once again fall into position behind you and Felix.

“Watch where you’re going,” Minho mutters. You both are too caught up in your giggles to fully pay attention. “Did you hear what I just said?”

You whip around, eyes wide. You calculate the correct response for a moment before answering, “You’re buying us ice cream?”

Minho narrow his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. “Wanna try that again?”

“Please buy us ice cream?” Felix tries, batting his eyes. He does aegyo, puffing out his cheeks. “Please, Minho?”

Minho recoils in disgust. “Absolutely not. And quit that.”

“Please?” you beg, clasping your hands together. “Pretty please?”

“Buy your own damn ice cream!” Minho exclaims, turning away from you both. You and Felix shuffle back into his line of sight with pleading expressions. “Fine. But you better make it worth it.”

“Deal,” you announce, grabbing Felix’s hand and running ahead. You hear Minho sigh heavily, but he doesn’t protest further. You lead Felix into the ice cream shop, looking up at the menu together.

“Lots of options,” Felix comments, still holding onto your hand. “I need a minute to decide.”

“Hey, you want my cream instead?” a complete creep of a man asks, leering down at you. 

“Excuse you?” Felix shoves you behind him, scoffing loudly. “Leave her alone! Treat women with respect!”

“I wasn’t talking to her,” the weirdo replies, licking his chapped lips.

Felix pales and ducks behind you. “Save me, woman!”

Minho steps into the shop, taking in the way Felix is hiding behind you. In a fraction of a second, his expression hardens and he marches up to the man. “Get lost!”

“Minho!” You reach out and wrap yourself around him like a koala. “Help us!”

“Minho!” Felix cries, curling himself around the other man. “Save me!”

“Hey, what about me?” you snap, glaring at Felix.

Felix rolls his eyes, burying his face against Minho. “He said he didn’t want you!”

“Be quiet!” Minho hisses as you both. He lifts his gaze back to the man. “Get out of here before I feed you to my cats!”

The man must know how serious Minho is, just from the look on his face, because he scrambles out of the store. Felix lets out a pathetic whimper and clutches at Minho’s shirt.

“You’re still buying ice cream, right?” Felix mumbles against Minho. 

Minho sighs, stroking Felix’s hair. “Get off me. You’re clingy.”

Felix takes a step back, surveying the menu. He studies it for a lengthy moment before nodding to himself. “Strawberry sorbet, please.”

Minho glances at you, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

“Cookie dough,” you answer, watching as Minho orders for both you and Felix. He pays, and then hands you each what you ordered, issuing a warning about paying him back later.

“Thanks.” Felix kisses Minho’s cheek before darting away. You follow him eagerly, careful not to drop your treat.

You make it back to your shared apartment, turning on a show that you’ve all been binging. Minho leans over and chomps on your ice cream, taking a huge chunk out of it.

“Hey!” you protest. “That’s mine!”

“I bought it,” Minho argues, licking his lips. He makes a happy noise to himself. “That’s pretty good. Let me have another bite.”

You purse your lips but hold out your cone, letting him eat more. He settles back on the couch before tapping Felix’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, let me try it.”

Felix pouts but scoops some up and offers the spoon to Minho. Minho leans down and takes it into his mouth, humming. “Yeah, that’s good.”

You sit on Minho’s lap, smiling softly as he wraps his arms around you. He places his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You walk down the path, fingers laced with Minho’s as Felix balances on the stones. Minho’s eyebrows are pinched together in concern as Felix wobbles.

“Careful!” Minho calls ahead, tightening his grip on your hand. Felix whips around, waving a hand dismissively before falling directly into the stream.

Minho releases your hand as you both rush to his side to check if he’s injured. Felix laughs and pushes your hand away as you feel his head for bumps. Minho scowls, flicking his forehead.

“I told you to be careful!” Minho scolds, helping Felix stand up. He drags Felix back onto the path, forcibly pinning him to his side as they walk. “Honestly, what am I going to do with you?”

“Hey, this rock is kinda slippery,” you remark, standing on the same stone that caused Felix to fall. You sway, testing your balance curiously.

Minho’s eyes widen. “Don’t-“

You fall into the stream with a splash, sitting there for a moment before saying, “Ow.”

Minho pinches the bridge of his nose, blowing out a heavy sigh. He grabs you from beneath your armpits and hoists you to your feet. “Let’s get home before-“

Felix sneezes.

“-before you get sick,” Minho finishes with a grumble. He rolls his eyes and guides you both back to the car. 

“We should listen to that new album,” you say, attaching your phone to the car’s Bluetooth. It loads for a moment before the music starts playing.

Minho presses the pause button. “No. Driver picks the music, and this driver says no music.”

“Please?” Felix whines from the backseat. “Please, Minho?”

Minho groans and nods to you. “Fine. But low volume.”

“Yay, thanks, Minho!” You press the button to continue the music, bobbing your head along with it. You catch Minho drumming his fingers along to the beat, but don’t comment on it.

When you get home, you eat dinner, finish the show you’ve been watching (Minho said he hated it but you saw him Google if there was another season), and go to bed. You sleep soundly through the night, waking to the sound of something being dragged across the floor.

You sit up, rubbing at your eyes. “Minho? Did you kill someone?”

Felix groans from the floor. “No,” he croaks. “S’just me.”

You cough, sniffling a bit. “Are you sick?”

Felix lets out a little sneeze, sounding adorably close to a kitten. “No.”

You cough, hacking for a minute straight before speaking. “Me neither.”

Minho enters the bedroom, a towel draped over his shoulder. He places his hands on his hips, glaring down at Felix. “Didn’t I tell you to stay in bed?”

Felix smiles sheepishly. “I… I needed to pee?”

Minho scoops him up, carrying him away to the bathroom. You hear shuffling, a bang, and then silence. You only wait a little longer before they return, Felix being dumped onto the bed.

Minho presses the towel to your forehead, taking a thermometer out of his pocket. “Open.”

You part your lips for him, letting him stick the device under your tongue. He shoves Felix beneath the blankets, tucking him in firmly before checking in on your temperature.

“Fever,” Minho says, removing the thermometer. He sticks it into Felix’s mouth next, waiting for the beep before checking. “Fever.”

“Ew!” Felix gags. “You just had it in her mouth!”

“You’re both sick.” Minho rolls his eyes and places the thermometer on the bedside table. “You’re fine.”

You squirm out of the blankets, feeling too hot. “Minhoooooo.”

He glances over at you, eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“I don’t feel good,” you complain, groaning as you throw an arm over your face. You sniffle. “Can I have some ice cream?”

Minho’s expression softens. He looks at Felix before nodding. “After some medicine.”

“Yay, thanks, Minho,” Felix says, kicking his feet a bit. He snuggles into you, only to be shoved away since you’re too hot.

Minho pours you both a proper dosage, watches to make sure you actually drink it all, and then leaves to get the ice cream. He brings back three bowls, sitting between you both as he eats.

He collects the bowls, setting them off to the side as you fall asleep, quickly followed by Felix. He tucks you both in, kissing each of you on the forehead before lying back down.

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[jinnie-ret]

ahhh this is so cute! love the banter between them all! 💜🥰

[writingforstraykids]

You have the right to remain mine

Pairing: Mob Boss!Minho x Chief of Police!Reader

Word Count: 6589

Summary: You're the youngest Chief of Police in the city’s history. Unfortunately, fate has a twisted sense of humor. Because the kingpin you’ve been chasing across rooftops and back alleys for years? You’re married to him. Lee Minho, your husband of five years, is the elusive, impeccably dressed, frustratingly clever Mob Boss at the top of your most-wanted list. You raid his warehouses. He sends you flowers the next day. He burns down a rival gang's casino, and you make sure the surveillance footage ‘malfunctions.’ It’s a dance - a dangerous, unspeakably stupid battle of law and love. But it's yours.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, betrayal, short mention of blood, guns, they're idiots, suggestive, bickering

A/N: You voted, here it is. The opposite pairing will be posted soon as it's been a close call (yes, it'll be a different storyline)🤭🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Seoul doesn't so much wake up as it murmurs itself into motion - slow, heavy-lidded, and restless beneath a pale, smog-soft sky. The glass buildings catch the low morning light like mirrors trying not to remember the night. Somewhere far below, a siren wails, more tired than urgent, swallowed by the hum of early traffic and the scatter of footsteps on wet pavement.

Your apartment sits high above all of it. Too high to hear the chaos. Too quiet to forget it.

The scent of freshly ground coffee drifts into the bedroom long before you do. You linger by the doorframe, still adjusting your badge and tugging at the too-stiff collar of your uniform, as if somehow you could pull yourself tighter into your role. One hand rests on your holstered sidearm - not out of habit, but because it’s grounding. Something that has never lied to you.

Which is more than you can say for the man in your kitchen.

Minho stands with his back to you, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the curve of his forearm flexing as he sets your coffee down beside the usual folded napkin.

He’s barefoot on the cool tile, hair still damp from a quick shower, wearing the kind of perfectly worn-in hoodie that screams domestic bliss instead of what it should: most wanted criminal in Seoul. If you hadn’t seen him orchestrate a warehouse bombing with a whisper and a smirk, you’d believe he belonged here.

He glances over his shoulder, one brow lifting. “You’re up early.”

You step fully into the room, the clink of your belt and gear cutting through the silence like warning bells. “Didn’t sleep,” you murmur, wrapping both hands around the ceramic mug he offers without ceremony.

“Nightmares?” he asks, but there’s a gentle note under it, like he's actually asking if you’re okay.

“Paperwork,” you reply, and sip too fast. The burn is welcome.

Minho makes a quiet, sympathetic sound. “Worse then.”

You should leave. You have thirty minutes to make it downtown, brief your team, and pretend convincingly that you’re not married to the man your department has spent the last years trying to hunt down. And failing.

You lean against the counter anyway. He watches you from the other side, arms crossed, mouth curved in something between amusement and exhaustion. You both look like people playing house. Like two civilians exchanging sleepy words in a kitchen touched by sunrise. And maybe, in another life, that’s all you would’ve been.

But in this one?

You’re Seoul’s Chief of Police. And he’s its most slippery, terrifyingly brilliant kingpin.

“What happened at the docks last night?” you ask, too casually, because dancing around it feels worse.

Minho’s expression doesn’t shift, but something behind his eyes sharpens. “You tell me.”

“Two bodies in a van. Bound. Shot clean. Dumped like trash. No prints. No traceable bullets,” you list the facts.

“Sounds like professionals,” he says, tone mild.

You raise an eyebrow. “Your professionals.”

He shrugs, slow and infuriating. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

You exhale through your nose. “You’re making it harder and harder to protect you.”

He steps closer, barefoot pads silent on the tile, and reaches out to brush a non-existent wrinkle from your sleeve. His hand lingers. “You’ve been protecting me, hm?”

“Don’t be cute,” you warn him.

“I wasn’t trying to be,” he grins. His voice lowers. “Do you want me to stop?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Because if you do, the whole threadbare illusion you’ve managed to drape over your life might finally tear. Instead, you down the rest of your coffee, place the mug carefully on the counter, and turn away - half to grab your keys, half to remember how to breathe.

He follows you to the door, as he always does. Like he’s simply your husband walking you out for work and not the man you're supposed to have handcuffed in an interrogation room.

“I’ll be late tonight,” you say without looking at him.

He leans one shoulder against the doorframe, watching you clip your ID to your uniform. “Working late, or pretending to work late?”

“There’s a task force in town. Federal.”

His gaze darkens just slightly, but his voice stays smooth. “They’re watching me now too?”

“They’re watching everyone.”

He hums softly, a sound that tells you nothing and everything. “Be careful, Chief.”

You pause at the door, fingers tightening around the handle. “You, too. Please.”

There’s a long, slow moment where neither of you moves. Then…

“By the way,” Minho says casually, “if you’re wondering why your office phone’s been making that weird clicking noise-” You turn, narrowing your eyes. He smiles, smug as hell. “I might’ve planted a bug. Just to make sure your new federal friends weren’t getting too nosy.”

“You planted a - Minho!”

He shrugs. “Occupational hazard. Love you.”

“You’re insane,” you hiss, pulling the door shut behind you.

“Text me when you miss me!” he calls after you, voice sing-song sweet.

You pretend you don’t hear it. Pretend that your heart doesn’t twist every time you walk away from him. Pretend you’re not still waiting for the day one of you stops pretending. Because the roles this world has pushed you in are screaming at you to do so.

You're the youngest Chief of Police in the city’s history - sharp, principled, and dead set on dismantling the criminal networks ruining your streets. Unfortunately, fate has a twisted sense of humor. Because the kingpin you’ve been chasing across rooftops and back alleys for years? You’re married to him.

Lee Minho, your husband of five years, is the elusive, impeccably dressed, frustratingly clever Mob Boss at the top of your most-wanted list.

You’ve both agreed (unofficially, of course) to ‘try’ catching each other without actually catching each other. You raid his warehouses. He sends you flowers the next day. He burns down a rival gang's casino, and you make sure the surveillance footage ‘malfunctions.’ It’s a dance - a dangerous, unspeakably stupid battle of law and love. But it's yours.

Five years ago

It was raining the night you married him.

Not the soft kind that politely patters against windowpanes, but the relentless, sideways kind that slams against rooftops and turns gutters into rivers. Thunder rolled across the coastline like it was laughing at you, shaking loose something deep in your chest. Somewhere beyond the glass walls of the hotel room, waves crashed angrily against the breakwater.

The storm was the least reckless thing happening that night.

You stood barefoot on a plush rug in a borrowed suite far from Seoul, hair damp with seawater and adrenaline. Your hand trembled slightly in his as you stared at a man who shouldn't have been touching you - shouldn’t have known you beyond coded messages and surveillance reports. But somehow, you’d spent the last year learning everything about him anyway.

Lee Minho.

The ghost at the edge of every case file. That last name your officers whispered like a curse. The man whose empire grew quietly in the dark, elegant and cruel, all silk gloves and bloody rings. And the man who, six months ago, had cornered you in a back alley after a botched sting and said, “You’ve been chasing me so long I’m starting to think you just like the view.”

And God help you, you stayed to hear what he’d say next.

You never planned for it to go this far. You never planned to see the way he looked at you when you called him by his real name instead of a title. You never planned to care what happened to him when an enemy gang planted a car bomb outside his nightclub, or when he disappeared for three weeks without a word.

You never planned to say yes.

Because when you got to know him, he was nothing but a shy, self-made CEO, wanting nothing but winning your heart. And oh, he had managed to do so so easily.

But then there you were - standing in a hotel room with no witnesses, no priest, no flowers - just the quiet, awful honesty of two people who knew this would ruin them and were still too stubborn to walk away.

“I know this is stupid,” Minho had said, that night, his voice hoarse with something raw and real. “I know what it makes you. What it makes me. But I’ve had people swear loyalty to me with guns in their hands and lies on their tongues. I want something different. Just once.”

You could’ve said no. You should’ve.

But the truth was - you didn’t trust anyone either. Not your deputy. Not the system. Not even yourself, on some nights.

But him? You trusted him to never lie about who he was. And somehow, that counted for more.

So you took the ring.

There wasn’t even a real ceremony that night. Just a whisper. A vow that didn’t make sense outside of the room.

“If they find out…”

“This doesn’t leave these walls.”

“It won’t,” he promised.

“They won’t.”

“We can’t be caught.”

“Then we won’t be.”

You remember the way he pressed his forehead against yours after, breathing like he’d run miles. You remember his hands on your waist, grounding you, reverent. You remember the silence between you - not empty, but thick with something unspeakably terrifying: love, in its rawest, ugliest form.

And you remember thinking, God, this is going to hurt later.

You were right.

Because five years later, you’re standing in your department’s war room staring at a board of photographs and red lines, all leading back to Minho, and pretending your heart doesn’t seize every time someone suggests killing him would be cleaner than an arrest.

Because five years later, every time you kiss him goodbye, it might actually be the last time.

The only hope you have is that no one knows who's the head of the Lee family. Even his enemies don't know his face. He's been careful and it made a legal wedding, one year later, with his public persona possible. It doesn't ease your fear, though.

And because five years later, you still haven’t figured out how to be both the hand that cuffs him and the one that reaches for him in the dark.

The precinct smells like burnt coffee and cheap floor polish. You walk in just after eight, weaving between buzzing desks and half-drained paper cups, your boots echoing off the scuffed tile. The murder board’s already lit up at the far end of the bullpen, center stage, like always. Red thread, handwritten notes, blurry surveillance photos. It’s a mess of dead leads and unsolved violence.

Present Day

Your team is already gathered: Detective Yoon flipping through files with one hand and a granola bar in the other; Jae, your resident tech, is half-asleep behind his tablet; and Songhwa, sharp as ever, is tapping her pen against the board like she’s trying to will the mystery into solving itself.

And at the heart of it all, as always, is one name in bold letters: LEE FAMILY SYNDICATE.

“Morning, Chief,” Yoon calls as you approach. “Coffee’s fresh, if by ‘fresh’ you mean still vaguely warm and legal to ingest.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, already reaching for the pot.

Jae grins at you over his screen. “We’ve been going through the most recent surveillance dumps. Still nothing. Whoever’s running point for the Lee family is either a ghost or some AI experiment gone rogue.”

Songhwa doesn’t look up. “No digital trail, no voice ID, no clean photos. Even the security footage from the port incident last week was jammed the moment they got close to the site. These people move like they know our next move before we do.” You take a long, steady sip of the coffee. Bitter and burnt. Perfect for mornings like this. “They’ve got a strategist,” Songhwa continues. “Someone clean. Disciplined. Not like the other mid-level idiots we’ve hauled in.”

Yoon gestures at the board. “We’ve got, what, forty-seven photos up there now? All suspected affiliates, and none of them confirmed as the one calling the shots.”

You arch a brow. “It’s Seoul. If we put up a picture of every person named Lee, we’d run out of wall and all retire with migraines.”

Jae barks a laugh. “Careful, Chief. You’re a Lee by marriage, right? We’d have to stick your photo up there too.”

Yoon whistles low. “Your husband’s a Lee, right. That’s suspicious enough. Handsome CEO. Vaguely mysterious. What do we know about him, anyway?”

You don’t miss a beat. You laugh, lightly, just the right note of self-deprecating humor, and shake your head. “All I know is he sleeps like the dead and always forgets to take the laundry out of the machine.”

“Classic criminal behavior,” Songhwa mutters dryly, clicking her pen and pinning another blurry face to the wall.

You sip your coffee again to keep your mouth from twitching. Because the last time Minho did the laundry, he used it to sneak a flash drive past your department’s scanner system.

The morning wears on. Names fly. Leads fizzle. You nod in the right places. Pretend like your skin doesn’t crawl every time someone says ‘the Lee syndicate.’ Pretend you don’t recognize the code name from the intercepted email, because it was Minho’s old alias, back before you even knew what he looked like in daylight.

You’re trained to lie. Undercover, interrogations, courtroom crossfire - you’ve lied a thousand times. But this is different. Because this lie wears a ring and keeps a toothbrush next to yours.

“Hey, Chief?” Jae calls, tapping a file. “We’ve got an anonymous tip that came in this morning. Says the next weapons shipment’s going through Jungbu Pier tomorrow night.”

Your pulse flinches. You walk over slowly, reaching for the paper. “Do we know who sent it?”

“Untraceable IP. But the language was… clinical. Precise. Too clean for a street rat. Might be someone on the inside.”

You study the printout. The phrasing is unmistakable - your husband’s kind of clean. If he sent this, it means something’s wrong. You’re not sure if he’s warning you away or pulling you in.

Yoon glances over your shoulder. “You think it’s real?”

You fold the paper and tuck it into the folder like it’s just another lead. “Only one way to find out.” You don’t say more. You don’t need to. You're the Chief. They trust you.

And you? You trust exactly one person.

The man this whole board is trying to catch.

The first time you saw him, you didn’t know his name.

Seven years ago

The nametag on his lapel said ‘Lee Minho’ printed in silver foil beneath a title that sounded important: CEO, Entertainment Group. Vague, polished, safe. The kind of label people wore at charity galas when they didn’t want to be asked real questions. The kind of label that made it easy to forget.

But you didn’t forget him.

You were only a few weeks into your new role then - a freshly promoted detective still getting used to wearing pressed collars and not kicking in doors. You hadn’t even planned to attend the fundraiser that night, but your captain insisted you start ‘rubbing elbows’ with the upper crust if you wanted to get promoted again someday.

So you went. You wore a dress you borrowed from a cousin. You showed up fifteen minutes late. You drank exactly one flute of champagne and scanned the room like you were casing it. Old habits died hard. And that’s when you saw him.

Leaning against the edge of a glass balcony, posture perfect but relaxed, fingers curled lightly around a tumbler of whiskey he hadn’t touched. He was dressed in black-on-black, tie knotted like he hadn’t meant to look that good but did anyway. He looked… effortless…but terribly lonely.

And when his gaze caught yours across the crowd you felt it like a hook beneath your ribs. You should’ve looked away. Instead, you stared back.

You didn’t speak that night. Not really. Just a polite nod when you passed near the bar. A shared glance as some investment banker droned into the microphone about “rebuilding communities” and “strategic giving.” But his presence clung to you like perfume long after you left.

-

You thought about him the next morning. And the next. And then you buried the thought beneath twelve-hour shifts and case files you weren’t supposed to bring home.

You saw him again nearly five months later.

-

Another charity event - this one for arts education, hosted in an upscale gallery in Gangnam. You arrived late again. Alone again. You’d almost convinced yourself that the man from the last gala had been a passing distraction, a moment your brain had romanticized out of loneliness.

Until you turned toward the exhibit hall and there he was - Lee Minho, nametag and all - standing in front of a minimalist painting, head tilted, eyes sharp with the kind of focus people pretend to have when they’re trying not to stare at something else.

Except this time, he didn’t just glance. He smiled. And then he walked toward you like it had always been part of the plan. “You came late again,” he said softly.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I was hoping you’d show up,” he clarified. “But… you’re late.”

You laughed before you meant to. “I didn’t realize I was expected.”

“I didn’t realize I was hoping,” he said, then paused, like he wasn’t sure if it was too much. It should have been. It wasn’t. His voice wrapped around you like sweet honey.

He offered you a drink. Nothing flashy. Just a glass of white wine, dry, good quality. He didn’t ask what you did for work. Didn’t try to impress you. Just asked if you liked the painting behind you. Then another one. Then asked if you wanted to dance.

You hadn’t danced in years. But you took his hand. The music wasn’t even slow, it was jazzy, uptempo, slightly chaotic, but he moved with you like you’d practiced. Like he could read your rhythm before you even found it. And when he laughed, when you stepped on his foot and muttered a curse under your breath, it was this quiet, surprised thing that made your stomach twist in the best way.

You fell before you knew it.

The next six months came like a dream made of soft lights and quiet corners.

-

He took you out to dinner: not places with dress codes, but places that served your favorite food the way you liked it. He made reservations under fake names, but you assumed it was a CEO thing. He never showed up with a bodyguard, never flaunted money. Just handed you jackets when it rained and always asked if he could kiss you first.

He cooked for you in his sleek apartment overlooking the river. Pastas, rice dishes, once even pancakes at midnight when you showed up shaking after a bad day on the job. You liked that he never asked questions you didn’t want to answer. You liked that he listened when you talked, really listened, the way no one else in your life did without scribbling it down in a report.

He took you to bookstores on quiet afternoons, letting you pull him down aisles like he belonged there, like he wasn’t a man made of shadows and carefully constructed silences.

And all the while, you told yourself he was just Minho.

Sweet. Smart. Unexpectedly shy. Mysterious, sure, but so are most men who get rich too young - that’s what you thought. That’s what you let yourself believe.

You didn’t look too closely. Not yet. Because you were happy. God help you, you were happy.

And when he pulled you in at the end of a bookstore date one night, cupping your cheek with reverence and whispering, “I’ve never been good at this, but… I really like you,” - you believed him.

The precinct hums even after dark. Most of your team has gone home, their empty coffee cups abandoned like casualties of war. But you’re still at your desk, hunched over the printout from this morning’s tip, the fluorescent light above you buzzing like it knows you’re lying to everyone around you.

Present Day

You read it again. The location. The time. The language - clinical, restrained, purposeful. It sounds just like him.

If Minho sent it… you don’t know whether it’s a warning or a test. Either way, it’s working. Because your hands haven’t stopped shaking since you folded that paper and told your team you’d look into it.

Your phone buzzes on the desk.

Minnie love🤍: You’re still at the office. Come home. What do you want for dinner?

You hesitate before typing a reply. Minho picks up his phone at home.

My Sweetest Crime🖤: We need to talk.

By the time you reach your apartment, it’s nearly midnight. The city has quieted into its low, breathing hush, traffic down to a whisper, neon lights bleeding softly into the slick asphalt. But inside your high-rise, everything feels too still. Like the air’s been holding its breath for hours.

-

You open the door. Minho’s waiting in the kitchen. Same as this morning. Same hoodie, same mug. But this time, he doesn’t smile when he sees you. He just watches.

You shut the door behind you with a soft click. The quiet stretches, brittle. “Was it you?” you ask, setting your keys down slowly. “The tip?”

His jaw flexes, just once. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Answer mine.”

He doesn't blink. “Would you rather I lie?”

You cross the room in slow steps, each one tightening the coil in your spine. “You can’t keep doing this,” you say, voice low. “Sending things through anonymous proxies, playing games with my team, with me. It’s reckless.”

He laughs once, hollow. “You think I’m the one being reckless?” You flinch. Minho moves closer, but doesn’t reach for you. His hands stay in his pockets, like he doesn’t trust himself either. “I watched your press conference,” he says quietly. “The one about the task force. You looked the Commissioner in the eye and promised you'd crack the Lee syndicate wide open.” His gaze narrows. “That includes me, doesn't it?”

Your breath catches. “Don’t.”

His voice drops. “Don’t what? Don’t say it? Or don’t make you say it out loud? Don't make it real? Because you just did.”

You don’t answer. You can't. Because it’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either, and the space in between is where you live now.

He exhales sharply, stepping back, running a hand through his hair. “I gave you the tip to keep your people alive. That shipment is real. And it’s not mine. I don’t touch weapons. But someone wants it to look like I do.”

“Then why not tell me directly?” you snap. “Why go through the back door?”

“Because you’re the Chief of Police,” he bites. “You have a unit listening to your every call, and a federal team crawling through your files. If I hand you anything, they’ll trace it back to me, and you’ll burn with me,” he snaps at you.

That stops you. You stare at him, and for the first time since getting that message, you don’t see the kingpin or the liar. You just see him. The man who once pressed a cup of tea into your hands when your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The man who folded your laundry without asking and read every book you left face-down on the couch. The man you married in a storm with no witnesses. “You think I can’t handle it,” you say quietly.

“I think you’re already handling too much,” he whispers. “And I don’t know how much longer you can keep pretending this isn’t killing you.” You blink fast. Once. Twice. The burn behind your eyes threatens to spill over. Minho steps forward, slowly now, gaze softening. “Tell me to back off, and I will. I’ll disappear again. I’ll play the shadow you always said I should’ve stayed. But if you still want this, us, then let me help you. Let me protect you the way you keep trying to protect me.”

You don’t move. The silence between you stretches again—but this time it’s different. Not brittle. Just full. Your voice is barely there when it comes. “You said you don’t deal weapons?” He nods. “Then who does?”

Minho hesitates. “Someone who doesn’t care if you’re in the crossfire.”

The case wasn’t supposed to lead to him. You were deep in it by then - twelve months into a city-wide investigation that had quietly escalated behind closed doors. Someone was moving shipments through the underground, laundering money through mid-tier shell companies, consolidating control of the scattered remnants of old gangs and turning them into something terrifyingly efficient.

Six years ago

They called it The Lee Family, but no one knew who was at the head of the table. No clear face. No voice recordings. Just strategy, silence, and power. Until your team intercepted a burner call. Just this one.

It had been scrubbed, distorted, buried in white noise. But you stayed late anyway, alone in the evidence room with your laptop, eyes aching from hours of decrypting audio.

And in the final minute of the file, just for a breath, you heard it. That voice. Low, controlled, almost amused. You knew the moment that giggle you've gotten so used to hearing could be heard - awfully distorted, but unmistakably your boyfriend.

Your whole body locked, ice rolling down your spine like someone had just opened a door in the dead of winter. You hit replay, over and over, but there was no need. You didn’t need audio analysis. You didn’t need your team. You knew that voice.

Because it had said I love you just four nights ago, into the soft curve of your neck.

You don’t remember driving home. Not really. Everything outside the windshield blurred into a smear of neon and tail lights, your breath shallow and uneven, as if the truth had shoved itself into your lungs and refused to let go. You didn’t take the elevator when you got to his building. You took the stairs, fourteen flights, because you needed something to burn the panic out of you before you saw him again.

-

You let yourself in with your key. Of course he’d given you a key. The lights were dim. Jazz played softly through the speakers. He was in the kitchen, barefoot in his favorite black sweater, sleeves rolled up as he plated something warm and slow-cooked. The kind of meal that takes hours. Fuck.

He smiled when he saw you. “You’re early.” You didn’t answer. He stopped in his movements. The air shifted. He felt it - how still you were. How tightly you held your bag to your side. “What happened, my dearest?” he asked, careful now.

You pulled out the USB. Tossed it onto the counter like a knife between you. “You tell me.” He didn’t even look at it. His eyes stayed on you. You hated how calm he was. You hated that part of you still wanted to believe it wasn’t true. “I recognized your voice, Minho. Your stupid giggle,” you said, each word deliberate. “Do you want to lie to me now? Or later?”

Silence stretched thin between you, his shoulders sagging. “No,” he said softly. “No lies. Not anymore.”

Your heart cracked so sharply it felt audible. “So it’s true,” you whispered. “The syndicate. The ships. The shell companies. The things that have been robbing my sleep for months now. All of it - you.” He nodded, just once. Like this, he didn't look like he'd be capable of it. He looked like a wet cat, big sad eyes meeting yours, frustration and fear radiating off him. “And you knew who I was from the beginning,” you said, voice thick now, shaking. “You knew I was a detective. And you still…you still took me to bookstores and out for pancakes.”

His voice barely held together. “I did. I took you to bookstores. I held your hand when you were too tired to speak. I made you laugh when you forgot how.”

You stepped back. “Don’t you dare make this romantic.”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

“But it did. And you let it.”

He came around the counter, slow and unthreatening, like approaching a wild animal. His hands were loose at his sides. “I knew you were going to be promoted,” he said quietly. “I knew who you were before you even looked at me that night in Gangnam. I wasn’t supposed to get close.”

“Then why did you?” you asked, shoving his chest. And God, you hated how broken it sounded coming out.

Minho’s voice cracked for the first time. “Because I’d never met anyone like you. And because I wanted, for once, I wanted something that wasn’t made of blood and fear and silence. I wanted you. Even if I only got a few months.”

“You didn’t give me a choice. I should've been able to choose,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said. “And I’m sorry.” He held up his hands in front of you, swallowing softly. “Are you going to arrest me now?”

Silence crashed in like a wave. You could’ve screamed. You could’ve cuffed him. You could’ve walked out and never turned back.

But you didn’t.

Because love doesn’t care what job you have.

And betrayal always cuts deeper when it comes with wine and a quiet jazz track. “I need air,” you whispered, already reaching for the door.

He didn’t stop you. He just stood there in the kitchen, your favorite dish going cold on the counter behind him, and let you leave.

You didn’t plan to go. You told yourself the ache would pass - that if you just focused on work, on the cases piling up on your desk, the headlines, the weight of your badge - you could push him from your chest like a splinter. But Minho had always lodged too deep. Like breath. Like blood.

-

So you showed up at his apartment two weeks later. Just past midnight.

The hallway outside his door smelled like the city- wet concrete, exhaust, something electric in the air. Your hand hovered at the door longer than it should have, knuckles tense, heart rabbit-fast. When it opened, you didn’t say a word.

Minho’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but not shock. As if he’d known you’d come eventually, but hadn’t let himself believe it.

Neither of you said anything. Not when he stepped back to let you in. Not when he closed the door behind you. Not even when you looked at him like you hadn’t seen color in days.

-

Minho touched you like he remembered every time you’d flinched and softened beneath him. He moved slowly, with a softness that made your throat ache. His lips trailed down your shoulder like he was relearning the parts of you he’d memorized. You let him. You let yourself fall apart in his hands like he was safety, not risk.

It happened in fragments. A kiss that wasn’t a question. Hands that knew their way even after the silence. Your jacket hit the floor. His sweater followed. The sound of your name from his mouth like it was still sacred.

And for a moment, just one, you let yourself pretend that none of this was wrong.

That love wasn’t supposed to be weighed down by secrets and laws and the sharp edge of what-ifs.

Afterwards, the silence pressed in again. Minho’s arms were still around you, his breath soft against your temple, your skin damp with sweat and rain and guilt. The sheets tangled around your waist like a crime scene. You didn’t know when the tremble started, but it had.

-

Your fingers curled into the sheet. Your throat closed. And then the words broke loose in a whisper, as helpless as a confession in the dark. “I shouldn’t have come.” Minho didn’t move. “I’m a cop,” you said, voice splintering. “I’m a cop, and I just—” Your eyes burned. “I shouldn’t be here.”

You pulled away, just enough to sit up, the sheet falling from your shoulders. You wrapped it around you like armor, like it could make you clean again. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. You turned away from him, as if that would help.

“I’m a cop,” you said again, weaker now, like maybe if you said it enough, it would undo what just happened.

Minho sat up behind you. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he reached out and gently cupped your face in both hands, guiding you to look at him. “You’re still a cop,” he said, voice low but certain. “You didn’t stop being that just now.”

Your eyes welled again. You nodded, slowly, painfully. “Yeah,” you choked. “And I’m in love with a criminal.”

Minho’s brow knit. His thumb brushed a tear from your cheek. And then he shook his head, soft, firm, unflinching. “That’s not all I am,” he said gently. “You know that.” You tried to speak. Tried to argue. But nothing came. “If that’s all I was,” he whispered, “you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t have come back.”

And you hated that he was right.

Because it would be easier if he was just a name in a case file. If he was just power and blood and silence. If he wasn’t the man who knew how you liked your coffee, who kissed the back of your hand when you couldn’t sleep, who read novels just to talk about them with you. But he was all of that. And you didn’t know how to love him and leave him in the same breath.

So you let him hold your face. And when you leaned into his palm, eyelids fluttering shut, you weren’t a cop. You were just someone in love with a man too complicated to explain.

The banquet hall is dressed in gold. Crystal chandeliers hang overhead, glimmering like a thousand fragile truths. The room is full of sharp suits and softer lies, wine glasses clinking, silk dresses trailing over polished marble. On paper, it’s a fundraising gala for urban renewal. In reality, it’s a nest of money launderers, illegal dealers, and connections so deeply entangled in Seoul’s underbelly they can’t be separated without something bleeding.

Present

You walk in at five minutes past eight - fashionably late, as your husband would say. Your badge stays hidden in your jacket pocket. Your team is already in place - Yoon near the fire exit, Jae posing as waitstaff, Songhwa stationed by the stage. You make your way through the crowd like smoke, your earpiece buzzing softly every few minutes with updates. So far, it’s quiet. Too quiet.

You scan the room again. And then you see him. Minho, in a charcoal-gray suit that fits like it was tailored from shadows, a wine glass in hand and his expression unreadable. He’s alone. Standing just beside a business mogul your department has been tracking for months.

He doesn’t move when he sees you. But his eyes, warm, dark, familiar, catch yours across the sea of strangers. He knows. He knows something's about to happen. “Oh, you fucker, you weren't supposed to be here,” you curse beneath your breath.

“We’ve got movement,” Songhwa whispers in your ear. “Package is leaving the side room. Confirmed: two of the targets are armed.”

You touch your earpiece. “On my count. Three... two...” The music swells, and then fractures.

“Seoul Police! Hands in the air!”

Chaos erupts. A scream tears through the room. People scatter, chairs tip, dishes crash to the ground. Someone draws their gun, shots start falling.

You drop low, gun out, eyes scanning for the shooters. One by the bar. Another by the stage. Civilians run screaming in every direction. The chandeliers sway above like glass hearts about to shatter.

Then, someone draws their gun, much too close to Minho who looks like he's debating if pulling out his own gun is a better option. You raise your gun and seemingly aim at the guy behind him.

You hear it before you see it: the thud of his body hitting the floor, the sharp inhale, the muffled curse of someone trying not to cry out. Another shot follows and the man behind him drops down dead.

Songhwa’s voice cracks in your ear. “Back-up arrived.”

You reach Minho before you even register moving, dropping to your knees beside him as more officers flood the room. He’s on his back, breathing hard, a bloom of red spreading from his thigh. His jaw is clenched, his fingers digging into the fabric around the wound. “I’m fine,” he bites out through gritted teeth, already pale.

“Shut up,” you snap, pressing down on the wound, your hands shaking now. “You got shot.”

He gives you a strained smirk. “Oh, don’t you sound guilty.”

You glare at him, heart pounding. “I am guilty.”

“You gonna read me my rights?” he mutters, eyes fluttering as the adrenaline dips. “Or do I get a hospital ride first?”

You don’t answer. You just press harder and yell for medics.

The hospital corridor is quiet when you push the door open. Minho is propped up in bed, one leg immobilized, IV in his arm, skin pale but calm. His hair’s a mess, and he’s wearing the worst hospital-issued robe known to man. He looks both exhausted and smug. You hate how much you missed him in the four hours since they wheeled him away.

-

You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. “So… how was your day at work?”

Minho doesn’t miss a beat. “You fucking shot me. That was my day at work.”

You huff a laugh before you can stop it, dragging a hand over your face. “It was your leg, and I was aiming for the guy with the Glock.”

“Guess my thigh looks more threatening than his face,” he huffs.

“Apparently.” There’s a beat of silence. Then, more gently, you say, “You’re not listed as a suspect. Just a guest who got caught in the crossfire.”

His gaze meets yours, something softer behind it. “That's your gift to me?”

You shrug. “What’s more believable than an innocent bystander who got shot at a mob event?”

“Ah yes,” he mutters, closing his eyes, “and to think I doubted your romantic streak.” You smile. Just a little. Then sit down beside him. “You owe me new dress pants,” he says without opening his eyes.

“And you owe me an explanation for why you were anywhere near a known arms broker.”

He cracks one eye open. “I was tracking them. Quietly. Until someone blew the doors open.” You shake your head, jaw tightening. “I told you I’d help,” he adds, more serious now. “Not hide.”

You reach for his hand beneath the sheets. He lets you take it, fingers curling around yours, warm and steady. “I’m sorry for hurting you. But you left me no choice, idiot.”

“Oh, I'll remember the sentiment,” he snorts.

For now, the hospital is still. The police haven’t asked the right questions yet. Your team still thinks you’re the hero who neutralized the threat. And Minho? He’s just another unlucky name on a list of civilians caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

You both know it’s only a matter of time before the cracks start to show.

But for this moment, just this one, you let it be quiet. Let him be safe. Let yourself pretend that chaos isn’t waiting outside the door again.

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lee know x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

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word count: 2k

summary: minho is crazy over you, as much as he'd hate to admit it, but you won't even bat an eyelid

requested by: @keen-li

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Although it was rare that Minho was able to spend time with you, there was something about you that entranced him. That was scary to him. He was shy about voicing these types of feelings and what was even more frightening was that he was slowly beginning to realise he couldn't hide away. Impulsive thoughts would spring to mind and he'd have to bury them before they reached the surface yet again. They were the type of thoughts that told him to shout from the rooftops, exposing the seemingly unexplained feelings he had for you. At least if he did that, maybe you'd bat an eyelid at him.

It felt unrealistic. Minho had barely spoken to you and you had this hold over him. At the very least, he could admire you from afar across the dance studio. The two of you, with other troupe members of course, were part of a group called Cupcakes. Despite its cute demeanor, it only offered more charm to the various genres you could perform as a group.

Minho had already been offered a solo performance, which he gratuitously accepted. He had the freedom to choreograph this one on his own so long as he kept to the theme of the whole dance showcase: poison. As well as a group number, his solo and other performances, there was a duet that their instructors had just shown them. It was smooth, sultry and had this push and pull storyline, perfectly summarising how he felt about you.

"And for our duet performance we'll have our top two students, Minho and..." the head instructor announced, some of the other dancers around clapping and others slightly disappointed. Minho, on the other hand, was a huge mix of ecstatic and incredibly nervous, knowing he'd be performing the duet with you.

"Guess it's you and me?" you walked up to him wearing a small smile on your face. You hadn't really interacted with Minho a lot. Something about him... didn't intimidate you as such, but you didn't want to say the wrong thing because you weren't all too sure on his personality and how he might react.

"Yeah," Minho nodded back, straightening out the sleeves of his hoodie and not able to make eye contact as of yet. He could admire from afar, yes, but up close was a whole different ball park.

“This is going to be our big ending performance, so I expect great things from the two of you as always,” the head instructor spoke, a hint of a smile on their face.

—

A video of what the choreography looked like had already been prepared for the two of you, the instructors trusting the two of you being quick learners to basically get on with it and pick up the steps. With pride in the trust that had been given to both of you, the two of you sat together on the wooden floor of a separate room, an iPad playing the video.

“Woah… this is kinda a more sexier vibe, right?” you nod along to the song, already grooving to the vibe of it as you turn to glance at Minho.

“Yeah, it’s… yeah,” Minho kept his eyes fixed on the screen, watching as two bodies intertwined, wrapped around each other with slow extensions of arms and legs grazing against each other, almost teasingly. You thought he was being nonchalant yet had you noticed the reddening of the tips of his ears, you would have realised he was simply feeling a bit shy.

“Right, let’s get started!” you stood enthusiastically, an excited grin on your face as you connect your phone to the speaker to play the song ‘Poison’ by Brent Faiyaz. Of course the grand performance at the end of the show would have the same name as the overall theme.

The responsibility began to weigh heavier upon Minho’s shoulders, but instead of letting it drag him down, he allowed the tension in his body to melt away at the sight of your bubbly demeanour. This girl, he thought, would certainly do damage. To his heart or to his soul, he wasn’t sure yet. He didn’t have time to ponder anyways, before the two of you threw yourselves into getting the basic steps and positioning down. There wasn’t as much conversation or giggling as Minho would have liked for the first time the two of you spent time alone together, but there was some and that was all that mattered to him. Said time allowed him to discover even more of your quirks, whether it was the little grumpy huffs you’d do when a move went wrong or how keen you were on eye contact, constantly seeking his.

When it came to the first review of the two of you dancing together, Minho was disappointed in the feedback you both received. You were frustrated.

“Kids, you've got the choreo down great, but it lacks feeling, emotion. You need the audience hanging onto every second of this performance.”

You grumpily chucked your practice bag on the floor as you and Minho entered the separate room you had already spent hours upon hours in.

“We were perfect! What do they mean it lacks feeling? What more can we do?” you groan, a puff of air leaving you so strongly that it made some stray hairs fly up.

Minho had a lot of feelings, about the feedback, about the dance, but mainly you. Maybe his nerves from being partnered with his crush was restricting him from investing himself emotionally. There must be something he could do to ease his nerves. Maybe over time he would come to feel more relaxed in your presence?

“We'll just practice more-” Minho began.

“The practice wasn't good enough! I don't know why I stay here and do these stupid performances when really it's never enough! I'd be better off elsewhere…” you trailed off.

“I didn’t count you as someone who would give up so easily…” Minho observed quietly, placing his bag down quietly, a great juxtaposition to your previous actions.

“What?” your head shot up.

“I mean, you’re one of the best dancers here. You can’t just step back after one piece of feedback. We’ll just practice more,” Minho reiterated.

“I’m not giving up and I’m not stepping back. I’m facing the facts,” you sigh, clearly frustrated, “they said that it lacked feeling and emotion. We don’t know each other like that, of course it’s not going to be completely connected!”

“Let’s spend more time together then,” Minho blurted out quickly. He regretted it immediately. Not because he didn’t mean it, but because he felt like he had embarrassed himself.

“Minho, you really think that’s going to help?” you looked at him, sat opposite to you.

“It’s worth a try, don’t you think?” Minho shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide his awkwardness at how bold he was being. Well, how bold he thought he was being.

“Ok. Sure. Let’s try it,” you gave in. It seemed like the best chance you had.

—

Things were taking a turn in a positive direction. You found yourself enjoying Minho’s presence the more and more you got to know him. Exchanging stories over coffee, sharing cat pictures and sending videos across social media late at night had become the norm over the past three weeks. Here the two of you were again, chatting nonsense over iced americanos before the big performance this evening at the recital.

“No, but that photo is too funny!” you burst out laughing as Minho showed you the picture of his high school graduation.

“It’s only because my friend was learning hairdressing!” Minho laughed along, mainly due to your contagious laughter.

“It’s so creepy how you’re holding the mannequin head so casually,” you giggled once more at the photo.

“You should have seen my other options,” Minho smirked mischievously.

“Oh gosh, I don’t want to know,” you waved him off playfully, before you got a text on your phone, “Oh! The instructor just texted, "We've got to head back inside now and get ready for the performance.”

—

“Minho, great job! You really had the right vibe and feeling!”

Minho was ecstatic that his emotions finally came across in the dance he performed with you. For once, he didn’t hold back on how he was feeling towards you and he could funnel any nerves or admiration into a streamlined performance showcasing his skills. It translated extremely well to the audience and the two of you received a standing ovation. He still wished that his feelings translated well to you too but you were too stuck in your perfectionist ways.

“You showed great fluidity but I still think there was something missing. I couldn’t feel what you were feeling and that’s an issue. I expect better from you.”

You thought your feedback was considerably harsher than usual and perhaps your instructor was still feeling stressed with making sure the evening went well. It didn’t make it sting less. The two of you had rehearsed together for many hours and had gotten to know each other like Minho had suggested. In your own mind, you felt yourself much more relaxed in his presence and therefore more connected when dancing together. Why wasn’t your performance good enough? How did Minho do better than you? Why?

Minho struggled to find you amongst the chaos of everyone else in the team roaming around backstage as well as lighting and stage managers. What led him to you was the whispers he heard from your peers.

‘She’s so angry, I don’t think we’ll be seeing her again.’

‘Surely she won’t leave?’

‘The teacher upset her I think.’

There you were, dragging your belongings out of your locker in the corridor that would have been quiet were it not for your light sniffles.

“Thought you didn’t give up so easily?” Minho sighed, leaning against the wall and watching you closely.

“I never said that. You did,” you mumble, back to him as you put on a jacket.

“And I’ll say it again,” Minho began.

“Please don’t.”

“You don’t have to go, you know?” Minho’s brows furrowed. He took a step forward, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“What’s the point in me staying? I’m not an all rounder like you. Somehow I still lacked the feeling, which seems impossible when I was actually really happy with how we both did and the audience reaction too! Then we got our feedback and I really expected it to be positive for both of us. Then it wasn’t,” you rambled, lips trembling between every word.

“We did get positive feedback,” Minho tried to reassure you.

“No, you got positive feedback. Our instructor expected better from me which-”

“Which what? Which means what? You missed out on the good things that were said. If you focus on all that every time you get critiques then it’s not going to take you very far,” Minho lectured you passionately, hating the sight of you putting yourself down when it seemed unwarranted in his eyes.

“Even more reason to leave. If it’s not going to take me far then I might as well go now,” you shook your head in annoyance, again, only hearing the negatives.

“You’re still not listening. Maybe we should book you a hearing test?” Minho joked but his smile faded when you finally faced him with a glare.

“I heard that one.”

“Oh so you are paying attention, hm? Good. Nothing about how you danced was bad! You just need to let loose more. Don’t worry about being perfect, ok? No-one is going to judge you for learning, we all still are,” Minho took a breath before continuing, never breaking eye contact with you, for once, “Put your stuff back, and get out of your own head. You’re giving me a headache with how loud you’re thinking.”

There was a moment of silence that would have been uncomfortable had it gone on for any longer. Minho was worried that the way he poured his heart out had been inappropriate for the moment, until you let out a little laugh and appeared to be less teary.

“Maybe we should send you to be tested instead with your supersonic hearing.”

“There she is,” Minho chuckled, tugging you by your sleeve playfully.

“So you’ll stay?”

“For you, I guess,” you rolled your eyes.

That was all Minho needed to hear. He didn’t need to be in a romantic relationship with you right now to be wholly satisfied. Simply having you around was enough for him right now.

tagged: @linoalwaysknows @royal-shinigami @jolly04 @turtledove824 @yangbbokari @thisrandomgoofy15 @lieslab @hannamoon143 @arumlilyeclipse @katzline @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @kiwihrt @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @his-angell @2minstan @skzoologist @lovingchan @atinyniki @writingforstraykids @lilmisssona @astraysimp @lixie-phoria

[jinnie-ret]

Heyy, just checking in to see how u were doing! Miss ur fics 😓

aw hi lovely! I'm doing ok thank you, I really want to write more again, determined to finish the 1K followers playlist as I've been writing that for over a year now! maybe 2 😅

definitely one of those ambitious ideas that have to be finished lol. so that's next on my to do list. I sort of got caught up in posting on wattpad too and I can't seem to focus very well, like my mind is everywhere (not in a bad way but it's also not very convenient when I want to write haha)

but I'm hoping to do some writing today!

sorry if I've missed anything anyone has tagged me in, I'll do my best to catch up!!

thank you again for checking in 💜

[jinnie-ret]

hi so wow this was a big ole lie 😅

I am actually properly writing now - took me a while to get back into it and enjoy the way I write again, was in one of those mindsets where I disliked everything I wrote haha. but hopefully a new imagine will be coming out in the next couple of days 🤞🤞

sorry for being so inactive! hope everyone who reads this is doing ok and has a good day 🥰💜

[jinnie-ret]

heatstroke

stray kids x ninth member!reader

genre: fluff, angst

content warnings: heat stroke, vomiting

word count: 1.9k

summary: y/n suffers from heat stroke on the day of their performance at lollapalooza

As voted by you!

It's finally here! Sorry it took me a while to post this after the poll ended, but I hope you enjoy!

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They had made it to Paris. Y/N couldn't believe how big the crowd would be for their performance at the festival 'Lollapalooza'. The sun was shining, and all she wanted to do was fully appreciate the nice weather. Although, where there was a Changbin, there was always chaos.

"Hwang Hyunjin!" Changbin called from opposite Y/N in his deck chair.

"Why do you keep calling me? Wae? Wae. Wae?" Hyunjin loomed over Changbin in a hoodie and sunglasses, wondering why the older member wanted his attention.

"Jinnie how are you wearing a hoodie right now? The sun's out, it's boiling," Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's not that hot," he shook his head at her, probably side eyeing her from behind his shades.

Each to their own, Y/N thought.

Somehow they came onto the topic of noodles but Y/N wasn't really fussed, she had ramen all the time back home.

She was more trying to relax, and she couldn't help but fall asleep from the comforting warmth of the French sunshine.

"Y/Nnie, wake up, you look like a tomato," Jeongin shook her awake, and as she became fully aware she realised her arms and neck was feeling quite hot.

Shit, she forgot her sun cream.

"You good? Your arms are so red," Chan peered at her, concerned.

"Mmm, my neck feels hot too," Y/N sits up in the deck chair, brushing her hair back so the boys could see.

"Aish that sunburn looks bad, you should have put on some suncream," Felix lightly brushes his finger over her red arm, making her wince.

"Gosh, I'm going to look like a tomato when we perform," Y/N laughs as she looks down at her arms.

"At this rate you won't just look like a tomato, you'll look like the whole garden," Lee Know smirks, proud of his joke.

"Ha, ha, very funny Lee Know," Y/N pats his cheek in a jokingly patronising way, smiling back at him.

"You need to take better care of yourself, Y/N," Chan looked over her, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry Channie, I just wanted to enjoy the nice weather," Y/N pouted.

"You do realise you can get skin cancer if you burn too much?" Seungmin pointed out, taking a sip of water from his bottle.

"Yah, Seungmin don't say things like that I'll get paranoid," Y/N whacks his arm lightly.

"Hey I'm just saying, your skin will age faster too," Seungmin shrugged.

"I'll look like an old woman next to you guys and I'm the youngest!" Y/N laughed, Han appearing with aloe vera out of nowhere and gently rubbing it into her skin, letting out quiet apologies when she winced.

"That's why I'm helping you, don't want you to look like a 60 year old next to us whilst we still look the same," Han laughed loudly.

"Haha, that would look kinda funny though," Y/N laughed at the thought. Perhaps she'd look like grandma I.N with the rest of the group alongside her.

"You know what else would be funny?" Changbin wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"What?" Y/N asked curiously, shifting her body to stand and face him.

"To see you dancing on stage like a tomato, everyone going crazy because of how big and red you are," Changbin maniacally giggled.

The boys burst out laughing at the statement and Y/N's face.

"Huh? Big?!" Y/N gasped laughing.

"I was talking about your cheeks, they're really big and red right now," Changbin laughed, waving his hands in defense of how what he said had sounded.

"Haha, I'll introduce myself like, hi! This isn't Y/Nnie, I'm tomato today!" Y/N put on her stage voice, pretending to introduce herself to her fans.

The members all laugh at her, Jeongin walking up to her and tickling her sides.

"Hey! Are you the new mascot for ketchup?" he cheekily grinned, eyes disappearing through his smile.

"Yah! Jeongin!" Y/N guffawed from his remark.

"Ah, our tomato is blushing so much," Lee Know pats her head smirking.

"Stop, stop," Y/N waves them away.

"Haha, seriously though, come inside the tent for a bit, you should stay out of the sun," Chan guided her into their tent where they were setup before their performance.

"Yeah it's not like we're performing until a few hours anyways," Lee Know nodded, as they all sat around inside.

"Aish, I'm tired," Y/N laid her head down in Han's lap, his hand brushing through her hair out of habit.

"You were literally just napping," Hyunjin raised a brow at her.

"Yeah but..." Y/N closed her eyes feeling relaxed at the familiar feeling.

"Drink some water first," Hyunjin put a bottle of water with a straw in it to her face.

Still with her eyes shut she took a sip and then relaxed. It wasn't until a couple of hours later that she was woken up and ushered to the stylists and makeup artists to get ready.

The crowd was insane. And really, they were the only thing keeping her going as she could feel her energy depleting. She didn't notice the glances from the boys throughout the performance, occasionally spotting her swaying yet she still managed to keep her vocals stable as they performed Superbowl for the first time ever, and Item for the second time ever.

The euphoria running through her veins began to leave her once they reached backstage. With a smile she listened to Felix end their set to hype the crowd with Seven Nation Army. But she couldn't help her slumped figure as she sat down after her desperate search for a chair.

"You good, Y/Nnie?" Chan patted her shoulder, trying to get her attention.

"Hot," Y/N panted, tugging at the collar of her leather jacket that she had been fitted with for the stage performance.

"Take it off then," Changbin helped her shake it off, now feeling concerned at her heavily sweating state.

"What's going on with Y/N?" some of the other members asked as they walked over.

"Ugh, my head," she groaned, now leant forward as she gripped onto her knees for some stability.

"Have some water, silly," Seungmin encouraged her to take his own, yet her shaky hand wasn't very reassuring to the others.

"Y/Nnie, you can't even hold onto it, are you dizzy? What's the matter?" Felix poured out questions, worried about the state she was in.

"Mmm," Y/N nods, as Jeongin helps her sip from the water bottle.

"Ah that's not good," Hyunjin shakes his head, frowning.

"Here, come on, let's get you relaxed somewhere else," Changbin helps her stand, yet as her body becomes upright she stumbles, Lee Know helping to support her balance.

Y/N suddenly tears up, feeling scared about how she was feeling. It was all too overwhelming, and everything felt too hot.

"C-can't feel my arms," Y/N whimpered as tears fell down her cheeks, the boys murmuring amongst themselves worriedly.

"You can't feel your arms?" Felix asked, a scared look on his face, and that made Y/N feel worse, she didn't want the boys to be stressed out for her sake.

"I'm sorry, I..." Y/N trailed off, still panting as she was guided back to her chair, the boys deciding it was for the better for her to rest for now where she was, instead of moving her somewhere else.

"You're okay. Everything is going to be ok, sweetheart, we've got you, yeah?" Chan hushed her soothingly, Han rubbing her back in small circles.

"Should we call a medic?" Jeongin asked, eyes wide with uneasiness.

"Yes, good idea, Innie," Lee Know nodded at him, as they both went to look for some help.

"Y/N, you're ok, you're going to be ok," Hyunjin quietly comforted her, a light grip on her hand as he knelt down beside her.

Y/N groaned again from her headache getting worse.

"Where are those medics?" Changbin asked, looking around frustratedly with his hands on his hips, wondering what was taking so long.

"Don't... worry... don't waste... on me..." Y/N could barely get her words out, especially as a wave of nausea overcome her.

"Yah, it's not a waste, you're clearly not well right now Y/N," Han looked sullen, now fanning her face with a piece of paper he had found.

"S-sorry... ugh, feel... sick," she mumbled dizzily, slumped in the chair.

"You feel sick?" Hyunjin worried.

"I'm gonna... ugh," Y/N, with all her willpower, lifted herself out of the chair, yet it wasn't enough to keep her standing as she collapsed to her knees on the ground and threw up whatever was in her system. The boys were unable to catch her and yelled out as she fell.

"Y/N! Shit!" Changbin held her against him.

"Where are the medics?!" Chan yelled angrily, stress consuming him as their maknae was on the ground.

"Ah, ugh, I'm, ah I'm sorry," Y/N whimpered, tears running down her face from her own panic and the feeling of throwing up.

"You don't have to be sorry, it's ok, just take a deep breath," Han held her hair back, looking around at the boys with his eyes shining with his own tears as he feared she wouldn't be ok.

Y/N threw up again, gasping for breath.

"Is that all of it?" Hyunjin whispered from beside them, Y/N tearily nodding as she slumped back in Changbin's arms, feeling dazed.

Lee Know and Jeongin suddenly rushed over with the medics, both of them seeming angry.

"Finally! Where were they?!" Chan asked them, sighing disappointedly.

"Packing up, they were ready to go even though we only just finished performing," Lee Know gritted his teeth as the medics lifted Y/N onto a stretcher and took her through to a medical room, much cooler with air conditioning blasting through the room.

They held a wet cloth against her forehead and against her burns to try and lower her body temperature. The boys couldn't do anything but wait anxiously as they saw their youngest laying down and getting treated.

"Her temperature is dropping, that's a good sign," the medic said out loud to the boys.

Half an hour had passed and Y/N was now more aware of her surroundings, the medics clearing that she could head back to the hotel with the boys, telling them that if her condition worsens again that they need to call an ambulance immediately.

"I'm sorry," Y/N sleepily muttered as they helped her into the company cars.

"Don't apologise, we were more concerned about you," Seungmin informed her, an arm wrapped around her waist as he and Hyunjin guided her into the back of the car.

"That's why I feel bad," Y/N bit her lip.

"It's ok, you can rest now, don't worry about it ok? I know it's easier said than done but we'll make sure you're ok, and we're doing that because we care about you, yeah?" Chan said from the front seat.

"Ok, ok," she yawned, head leaning against Hyunjin's shoulder.

Once they arrived back at the hotel they didn't let her stay in her own room, as she instead was looked after by Lee Know and Jeongin in another, the two of them making sure she was relaxed and not too hot as they kept the air conditioning on. It may have felt a bit cold for them at one point but they didn't mind, they'd do anything for her. All of the boys would.

tagged: @skz-streamer @oo-li

[arloo00]

An absolute pleasure to read as always!!!!! <33

[jinnie-ret]

that's so sweet tysm!!! <3

[jinnie-ret]

Heyy, just checking in to see how u were doing! Miss ur fics 😓

aw hi lovely! I'm doing ok thank you, I really want to write more again, determined to finish the 1K followers playlist as I've been writing that for over a year now! maybe 2 😅

definitely one of those ambitious ideas that have to be finished lol. so that's next on my to do list. I sort of got caught up in posting on wattpad too and I can't seem to focus very well, like my mind is everywhere (not in a bad way but it's also not very convenient when I want to write haha)

but I'm hoping to do some writing today!

sorry if I've missed anything anyone has tagged me in, I'll do my best to catch up!!

thank you again for checking in 💜

[jinnie-ret]

Hi 😊, I was wondering if you know about a fic where it's demon leeknow X human reader,and their like exes.but the reader has a child (not lee know's tho). Basically she went to lee know to ask him to protect her and her kid from her baby daddy.

hi lovely!! really sorry I honestly have no idea but it sounds 🔥🔥

if anyone else knows then please reply to this post or reblog around so we can find this fic hehe

[jinnie-ret]

I know I've been a bit on and off again but I promise I'm just trying to cook lmao 😭

but my inspo is all over the place like I have all these different ideas but then my motivations are changing every hour and I'll switch between writing for Tumblr to writing for wattpad as well like I cannot stick to one thing

basically I rly wanna post soon but idk how soon, soon is 🫶🫶