「 ✦ Bubbles ✦ 」

24. sensitive girl. stayTINY.

[jinsankitten]

MASTERLIST

ateez.

san -

MISUNDERSTOOD (social media/college au) (multiple parts) (:

wooyoung -

I LIKE IT (smau + multiple parts) (:

stray kids.

hyunjin -

THE MENU (fluff)

LOVER (fluff)

LONG DAY (fluff)

COMING SOON (:

han -

PUMPKIN (fluff)

BEAUTIFUL LITTLE CREATURE (fluff)

COMING SOON (:

chan -

UP LATE (fluff)

KITTEN (fluff)

WARP (angst)

seungmin -

COMING SOON (:

TXT.

soobin -

COMING SOON (:

[teaxtease]

⚘ between petals and pages

chapter three: cowardice

warnings: ‘daddy’ as a joke, cursing, timestamps mean nothing.

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[jinsankitten]

soobin stressing me out AGAIN 🤣🤣

[sparky2020sworld]

Day 2 - Original Bias

Afternoon sunlight spilled across the bed, turning everything golden. Y/N posed atop the rumpled sheets, the red and black lingerie hugging her curves. She stretched, the delicate fabric highlighting every line of her body, her gaze soft as it met Hyunjin’s behind the camera.

Hyunjin’s eyes lingered on her, his grip steady as he framed each shot. Every photo was a keepsake, something to carry with him when he left for tour in a few days. “Beautiful, love,” he said, voice gentle. “Let me see those eyes.”

Y/N shifted, the sheets slipping as she arched closer to his lens, a small, longing smile tugging at her lips. Hyunjin lowered the camera for a moment, drinking in the sight of her this moment, just for them.

He reached out, brushing her hair back and tucking a strand behind her ear. “These will help,” he murmured, lifting the camera again. “But nothing compares to you, love.”

Y/N smoothed pink dye through Seonghwa’s hair, her gloved fingers massaging his scalp in slow, gentle circles. Seonghwa closed his eyes, a soft hum of contentment escaping his lips as he relaxed into her touch. “You have magic hands,” he murmured, peeking up at her with a teasing smile, eyes shining with affection.

She leaned in to make sure she didn’t miss a single strand, the scent of dye mingling with the warmth between them. Seonghwa’s hands slid down to her hips, his fingers gripping gently as he tugged her a little closer. “You’re making it hard to sit still, you know,” he whispered, his voice low and full of meaning.

Y/N laughed, cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and excitement. “If you keep moving, it’ll be streaky,” she warned, trying to sound stern, but her voice was soft.

Seonghwa just grinned wider, his grip tightening as he pulled her between his knees, dyeing forgotten for a moment as he pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of her wrist. The air between them buzzed with anticipation, the simple act of coloring hair turning into something much sweeter.

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[jinsankitten]

I LIKE IT - part five.

🫧 synopsis 🫧

SS count: 7 (shortest part ever)

MINORS NO INTERACTING! mother hwa is watching!!

warnings: the word WHORE

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!

short chapter because we are getting and time jump and DRAMA!!!

as always @sparky2020sworld i ❤️ u

TAGLIST: @eleganzadellarosa @ithinkthereforeidont @threepointstogryffindor @yeosangsbbg @landsharkfandomtrash @starzmingu

[jinsankitten]

HELLLOOOO THE WARP CHAN FIC IS SO GOOD PLEASEPLEsSE MAKE A PART TWO MAYBE 💔💔💔😭😭

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i have considered a part two! lol let’s see what happens!

[sparky2020sworld]

PC Challenge / 300 Follower Special!

I was inspired by @handlebarstiedtothestars when they did their photocard challenge this year!

I did make this in Canva, and everyone is free to use this, just credit and tag me!

Taglist: @lilyxii @thepoeticpurplepotato @jinsankitten @jai-lynne-unknown @mirandamotionless @d3kstar

Taglist is closed on June 1st, 2026, so if you want to see the July fics or this pc challenge, please comment on the taglist post!

[jinsankitten]

excited for this and congrats on 300!!!! 🥳

[sparky2020sworld]

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From Mutuals to More

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10 Part 11

FINALE!!!!! THANK YOU FOR READING!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

(I will be crashing out during GH5 just to let y’all know so I won’t be totally MIA, curse you, Captain)

Also, this is a collab with my lovely @jinsankitten, who is currently writing I LIKE IT SMAU GO READ IT!!!!!!

Also welcome Richard to the Stray Kids FAM!!

Synopsis:

What happens when your favorite mutual, the one who always notices your writing and fills your DMs with encouragement, turns out to be the very idol you write fanfics about? Can years of anonymous friendship and late-night fandom confessions survive the shock of discovering your online confidant is actually Bang Chan from Stray Kids? Will Y/N risk blurring the lines between fan and friend when she travels to Korea for a Stray Kids fan meet? As DMs turn flirty and boundaries start to blur, can an idol and a fanfic writer find something real beyond the screen? When secrets come to light, will their story end with heartbreak, or could it be the beginning of a love story neither of them ever dared imagine?

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Y/N paced quietly near the window, phone pressed to her ear, her voice clear and professional as she spoke to the translation company. “Yes, that’s right…the contracts are finalized. Both Bruised Hearts and A Scent to Remember will be translated into Korean and a few other languages, as discussed. Thank you so much for working with us on this…yes, I’ll email the manuscript files today.”

She smiled to herself as the conversation wrapped up, feeling a pleasant thrill at the thought of her words reaching so many new readers. Just as she was about to hang up, she felt warm arms slip around her waist from behind. Chan, bleary-eyed and half-asleep, nuzzled her neck and pressed a soft kiss to her skin.

“Morning,” he mumbled against her shoulder, his voice thick with sleep. Y/N grinned, leaning back into his embrace as she finished her call, her heart light and full of possibility.

She turned in his arms, brushing a hand through his hair. “I have to leave for the airport soon, you know.”

Chan pouted, tightening his arms around her. “I still don’t see why Lee Know and Felix get to take you. I should be the one. It’s not fair.”

Y/N laughed, poking his cheek. “Because you got dragged into another meeting, remember? Don’t pout. I’ll be fine. Lee Know and Felix promised to keep me company until I board.”

He buried his face in her shoulder, voice muffled. “But it’s two weeks. Two weeks is forever.”

She pressed a kiss to his temple, her tone gentle but teasing. “You’ll survive, Music Man. Go work. The two weeks will fly by; you won’t even have time to miss me with your schedule.”

He looked up, brows furrowed in mock indignation. “I’ll always make time to miss you.”

Y/N smiled, squeezing his hand. “Save the drama for your songs, Chan.”

He finally let her go, but not without one last lingering hug and another pout. “Text me the second you land, okay?”

She nodded, slipping on her shoes. “Promise.”

As she gathered her bags, Felix’s cheerful voice echoed from the hallway, “Y/N, you ready?”

She glanced back at Chan, who watched her go with a reluctant smile, already counting down the days until she’d return.

The car ride was filled with the low hum of the city as Lee Know drove and Felix scrolled through his phone in the backseat with Y/N. Felix nudged her, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “So, did you manage to convince Chan you’ll actually be gone?”

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes. “Barely. He’s still convinced I’ll be gone for two weeks and not be at our new apartment when he gets there tonight.”

Lee Know snorted, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “He’ll survive. Probably. So, we’re going straight to the airport, right?”

She nodded, a spark of excitement in her eyes. “Yeah, but not for me. I’ve already got my temporary citizenship approved, and all my stuff is being sent straight to the new apartment. I just need to get Jin, Potato, and Apple out of quarantine. That’s the last thing on my list.”

Felix grinned, bouncing a little in his seat. “I can’t believe you pulled all that off. Those cats are going to love it here.”

Y/N smiled, feeling the anticipation build as the city slipped by outside the window, their new chapter about to truly begin.

A short while later, they arrived at the airport’s animal quarantine facility. The reunion was a blur of excited meows, insistent purrs, and gentle scolding as Y/N greeted Jin, Potato, and Apple, scooping them each into her arms. Felix and Lee Know helped carry the carriers out to the car, the cats peering through the bars with wide, curious eyes.

The apartment quickly filled with the sound of curious meows and the soft thud of paws on the floor as the cats explored every nook and cranny. Y/N did her best to keep up, calling after them and narrating their quirks: Jin’s obsession with high places, Potato’s cautious tail-flicking, Apple’s insistence on sniffing every single box. Felix and Lee Know watched in amusement as the trio darted from room to room, tails high and eyes bright.

Just when Y/N managed to corral them into the living room, Lee Know flopped onto the new couch with a tired sigh. He barely had time to sink into the cushions before all three cats descended: Jin launched herself onto his lap, kneading his thigh with practiced paws; Potato curled up against his side, purring so hard her whole body vibrated; and Apple, ever the opportunist, hopped right onto his chest, headbutting him for attention.

“Hey, what’s this?” Lee Know protested, but the affection in his voice betrayed him; his hands were already expertly scratching behind Jin’s ears and rubbing Potato’s chin, years of cat dad experience kicking in. Apple snuggled in closer, purring like a tiny engine, and Lee Know just grinned, clearly in his element.

Felix snorted, snapping pictures. “You’re officially the cat king now.”

Y/N whirled around, mouth open in mock outrage. “Traitors!” she shrieked, flinging her hands in the air as the boys burst out laughing. “I fly you halfway across the world, smuggle in your favorite treats, and THIS is the thanks I get?”

Lee Know looked up at her with a smug, satisfied grin, completely unfazed by the feline invasion. “Can you blame them? I’ve got the magic touch.”

Y/N stomped over, still hamming it up. “Unbelievable. I leave you alone for two minutes, and you steal my children.”

Felix doubled over, tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. “They’re just showing their appreciation for their new favorite uncle!”

Lee Know grinned, arms now overflowing with contented cats. “Guess that makes me their favorite human. Sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N gasped dramatically, then collapsed onto the opposite end of the couch, defeated but grinning as all three cats resolutely ignored her in favor of Lee Know’s expert scratches. “You three are lucky you’re cute,” she muttered, but her voice was full of affection. Felix snapped one more picture, announcing, “This is totally going in the group chat later.”

As the laughter faded, Y/N looked around at the cozy, bustling living room, her things finally unpacked, her best friends at her side, and her cats blissfully happy, and realized, with a heart full of warmth, that she was home.

Chan juggled his bag and keys as he made his way up the stairs, exhaustion dragging at every step. The meeting had stretched on for hours, voices blurring together until even his meticulous notes felt like gibberish. All he wanted was to collapse into bed, but the thought of the empty apartment made him sigh. Y/N was supposed to be on a plane halfway across the world by now, heading home to pack up her life before the big move. In two weeks, he’d already counted out the days on his calendar. Two weeks without her laughter echoing in the hallway, her socks turning up in the laundry, her sleepy smile greeting him in the morning.

He paused outside the door, his fingers lingering on the handle. He missed her already, and it had barely been a day.

With another tired sigh, Chan let himself in, expecting silence and emptiness. But the apartment was dark and quiet when he let himself in, the hush broken only by the distant hum of traffic outside and the soft click of the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes, dropped his bag by the entrance, and pressed his fingers to his temples, fighting off the beginnings of a headache.

That’s when he saw a pair of wide, blue eyes glinting at him from the shadowed hallway.

Chan froze. For a split second, his tired brain scrambled to recall if there was supposed to be anyone or anything else here. There wasn’t. Y/N was supposed to be on a plane. And yet, the small, fluffy form straightened and strutted confidently into the light, tail high and flicking with regal disdain.

Apple. Y/N’s notorious little queen, a lilac colorpoint Ragdoll with glacial blue eyes, glaring at him like he was an intruder in his own home.

Chan stared, utterly bewildered. He blinked hard, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. No, she was still there. “Am I hallucinating?” he muttered, more to himself than to the cat. “I really need sleep.”

He crouched, blinking again as Apple sat squarely in the middle of his path, tail twitching with every second he hesitated. “Are you… guarding the house, or just judging me?”

Apple meowed, a single, imperious note that made Chan huff a tired, disbelieving laugh. He reached out a tentative hand, only for Apple to step just out of reach, her blue eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Right. Sorry, Your Majesty,” Chan murmured, straightening up and ruffling his hair. “I’m not worthy, huh? Now I’m seeing cats where there shouldn’t be any. Perfect.”

Before he could move, a second presence appeared, Jin, a blue bicolor Ragdoll with striking blue eyes, sidling out from the hallway with the cautious swagger of someone who’d seen it all and was unimpressed by most of it. Chan’s jaw dropped. “Yep! Definitely hallucinating!”

He blinked again, rubbing at his eyes, but Jin was still there, now regarding him with open curiosity, ears pricked forward, tail looping in a slow, deliberate S.

Jin took a step closer, sniffed his ankle, and promptly turned away, apparently satisfied that he wasn’t a threat. She padded silently toward the living room, pausing once to glance over her shoulder, as if inviting him to follow.

He obeyed, stumbling forward in a daze. He was halfway down the hall when Potato made her appearance, a fluffy seal mitted Ragdoll with a perpetually startled expression and brilliant blue eyes. Potato’s approach was less direct, skittering halfway across the floor before plopping down and rolling onto her back, exposing her soft belly.

Chan’s lips twitched, a single, incredulous laugh escaping him. “You must be Potato,” he murmured, kneeling to offer a tentative scratch. Potato purred so loudly it resonated through the quiet hallway, making Chan shake his head in disbelief.

“Okay, this is surreal,” he muttered, glancing from one cat to the next as they led him toward the living room like an unlikely parade of fuzzy sentinels. “I’m hallucinating cats. Y/N’s going to find me talking to myself and check if I have a fever.”

As he stepped into the living room, the scene before him made him stop short. The apartment was transformed, with boxes neatly stacked along the wall, books lined on shelves, and cozy throw blankets draped over the couch. The soft glow of a lamp cast everything in golden light. Jin leaped onto the windowsill, curling up in a patch of leftover sun. Apple stalked over to the armchair and settled with her back to Chan, tail flicking dismissively. Potato, ever the attention-seeker, followed Chan to the edge of the couch, rubbing insistently against his calf.

But it wasn’t the cats that caught his breath; it was Y/N, curled up on the couch, one arm pillowed under her head, the other draped protectively across her middle. For a long second, Chan just stared, frozen in complete shock. His mind scrambled: she was supposed to be on a plane, halfway across the world. He stared at her, then at the door, then back again, heart thumping wildly. Was he dreaming? Was he so overtired that he was hallucinating her, too?

He took a shaky step closer, eyes wide with disbelief. She looked peaceful, hair fanned out on the cushion, lips parted softly with each steady breath. Her phone rested on the coffee table beside a half-finished cup of tea, proof that this was real, that she was actually here. Relief, confusion, and overwhelming joy crashed over him all at once. For a moment, he just stood there, letting the shock settle, before a grin broke through his exhaustion. She was home.

Chan’s heart squeezed. The exhaustion, the meetings, the endless demands, they all faded away in the quiet warmth of this moment. He set his things down gently, careful not to disturb her. For a while, he just stood there, watching her sleep, letting the sight fill in all the cracks left behind by a long, lonely day.

Potato jumped up onto the couch and wedged herself into the crook behind Y/N’s knees, purring with contentment. Chan grinned, reaching down to gently scratch Potato’s chin.

“I see you’re making yourself at home, girl,” he whispered. Potato’s eyes closed, purrs growing louder.

Chan turned and found Apple watching him from the armchair, her gaze still skeptical but less icy than before. Jin had already drifted off on the windowsill, the tip of her tail flicking in her dreams.

He knelt by the couch, brushing a stray lock of hair from Y/N’s forehead. She stirred, mumbling something incoherent, then settled deeper into the cushions. Chan smiled, feeling the last of his stress melt away.

“Hey,” he whispered, even though he knew she couldn’t hear him. “I missed you.”

Another yawn pulled at him, and he realized just how heavy his eyelids felt. He glanced at the cats, his new roommates, and shook his head, still not quite believing they were all here, that this was his life now.

Chan knelt beside the couch and gently scooped Y/N into his arms. She blinked awake as he lifted her, a sleepy smile spreading across her lips.

"Hey," she murmured, voice rough with sleep.

"Hey," Chan whispered back, unable to hide his grin as he carried her toward the bedroom. The cats trailed after them in a curious procession, Jin hopping up onto the bed first as if she’d been waiting for them.

Chan set Y/N down on the edge of the mattress and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "You can sleep tonight," he said, his voice low and teasing, "but tomorrow… we’re christening this entire apartment."

Y/N laughed, warm and genuine, as she pulled him down beside her. The cats curled up at their feet, and for the first time since walking through the door, Chan truly felt at home.

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Han bounced into the hallway, eyes bright with excitement. “Y/N, come here! You have to meet someone!” he called from his bedroom doorway. Y/N looked up from her phone, grinning as she followed him to his room, where a small plastic terrarium sat carefully arranged on his desk.

Inside, a tiny, big-eyed crested gecko clung to a leaf, her tail curled delicately behind her. Han beamed with pride. “Meet Richard! She’s my new crested gecko. And yes, she’s a girl, don’t judge her name. Changbin helped me pick it out,” he added, “and he’s her godfather. He takes it very seriously.”

Y/N laughed, peering at the curious little lizard. “She’s adorable, Han. Richard totally suits her.”

Han nodded, still watching his gecko with a gentle smile. “She’s got attitude. Tried to jump on my face earlier. I think that means she likes me. So, uh…” He turned to Y/N, a bit shy. “Will you be her godmother? I figured Richard needs someone to keep Changbin’s chaos in check.”

Y/N grinned. “I’d be honored. She’s got the best family.”

Han’s cheeks pinked with happiness, and the two of them sat side by side, watching Richard explore her new home as a proud girl dad, an enthusiastic godfather, and now, an official godmother to the tiniest member of their little crew.

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[jinsankitten]

SO CUTE, very sad this is coming to an end 😭😭 also i love richard like she’s my very own 😭😭

[jinsankitten]

I LIKE IT - part four.

🫧 synopsis 🫧

SS count: 14

MINORSSS!!! do not interact!! (: baby bear would NOT be happy!

warnings: NONE 😝

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!

i am very excited to share part five!!

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[handlebarstiedtothestars]

I have to thank this post by @star-dust-fairy for setting my brain on fire and thank you @skelejor for finding it again when I lost it!! 🫶

I GALAXY BRAINED because WHAT IF YOU’RE RIGHT

What if we get 8 parts of Golden Hour and WHAT IF each part is that member’s “golden hour” ie their favourite part of being in Ateez or something, like they asked each of them and then planned it all out?? Like walk with me a sec

Golden Hour Pt 1 - Work

So Hongjoong LOVES his work right? Is so married to it his wife roommate got sad he was never home. He’s ALWAYS cooking, always working, always making money and he loves it, the hard work he put in is the whole reason Ateez even exist in the first place

Golden Hour Pt 2 - Ice On My Teeth

Seonghwa loves looking cool and beautiful and being decked out in finery - this is the man who ASKED for the team ring, who screamed with excitement when he received it (and the man who took the time while being hunted in Wanteez to lust over and try on and SMELL the ruby necklace and earrings lol) and I could maybe speculate wildly that the kid who thought he was hideous without makeup and had like zero self-confidence now finds joy and power in looking fucking incredible and being called the visual of the group

Golden Hour Pt 3 - Lemon Drop/In Your Fantasy

Yunho is the sunshine maker who thrives on making people happy and making people laugh (and visibly suffers/internally rages when they aren’t), BUT also loves crafting a fantasy for Atiny, he loves that duality and leans into it both ways

Golden Hour Pt 4 - Adrenaline

And Yeosang loves the adrenaline of performing, like LOVES it, ran away from home to prove to his parents how much he loves it, teared up on stage describing how his mum finally accepted his job, performing is his heart and soul, hence why he’s on a stage in Adrenaline. And is there something to be said for “shoot for the stars like Nasa” and his journey to becoming an idol, holding onto and aiming for your dreams no matter how out of this world people think they are… 👀

So then in Golden Hour Pt 5 - Bad (although San said to question even the title so…?) perhaps San loves getting to be the Grand Duke of the North Bad Boy persona? I remember hearing that someone said predebut he seemed too good/nice a kid to become an idol, so maybe there’s some joy in proving that person wrong (pure speculation), or just he enjoys having an alterego stage persona to play with perhaps? It’s fun to be the bad boy. And/or leaning into his solo track Creep, that he for whatever reason thinks he’s a bad person?

(or his favourite thing ever was Wooyoung’s AOTM cover of Bad WAIT NO DON’T TAKE ME BACK TO THE INSANE ASYLUM I’LL STOP WITH THE WOOSAN AGENDA I PROMISE I’M SORRYYYYYYYYYY *distant screaming*)

I am SCREECHING and gnawing and shaking this idea like a chew toy because it makes sense and WHAT IF YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING!?!!

Me rn ^

[jinsankitten]

I LIKE IT - part three.

🫧 synopsis 🫧

SS count: 12 (ultra short)

minors do not interact!! our captain hongjoong would not be happy!!

warnings: suggestive???? FWB mentioned!!

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!!

after more creative advice from my love @sparky2020sworld i have decided to keep this chapter short for PLOT purposes. (: i hope you still enjoy!!

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[jinsankitten]

WHO’S NEXT?

SEUNGMIN

HYUNJIN

HAN

Voting ended onMay 23

i plan to enter flow state this WEEKEND so i plan to have most of I LIKE IT done!! wanna start writing the next one soon!!

[jinsankitten]

I DID NOT EXPECT HAN AND SEUNGMIN TO TIE LOL. honestly i think i like the plot for han's more than seungmin's so HAN FIRST!! (it's grumpy x sunshine! and i'm sure you can guess who the sunshine is lol)

[sparky2020sworld]

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From Mutuals to More

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9.5 Part 10

Synopsis:

What happens when your favorite mutual, the one who always notices your writing and fills your DMs with encouragement, turns out to be the very idol you write fanfics about? Can years of anonymous friendship and late-night fandom confessions survive the shock of discovering your online confidant is actually Bang Chan from Stray Kids? Will Y/N risk blurring the lines between fan and friend when she travels to Korea for a Stray Kids fan meet? As DMs turn flirty and boundaries start to blur, can an idol and a fanfic writer find something real beyond the screen? When secrets come to light, will their story end with heartbreak or could it be the beginning of a love story neither of them ever dared imagine?

Also, this is a collab with my lovely @jinsankitten, who is currently writing I LIKE IT SMAU GO READ IT!!!!!! And the pics are awesome as always!!!

Sorry about the last chapter; hopefully, this one makes up for it.

ONE MORE CHAPTER WHOOO!!! (BTW, definitely coming back here for bonus content)

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Three days later, Y/N, thanks to some behind-the-scenes magic from Chan, managed to extend her visit; the studio had become their second home. An unfinished beat thumped gently through the speakers as the group slipped easily into their usual rhythm: Chan and Changbin hunched over the mixing console, debating reverb settings, while Han sprawled on the couch beside Y/N, brow furrowed in deep concentration.

“Okay, but seriously,” Han said, waving his phone for emphasis, “why am I always a bottom in fanfics? Like…always. I can’t escape it. I look up fanfics of myself, and it’s just ‘Han gets bossed around,’ ‘Han gets flustered,’ ‘Han on his knees.’ Is it my voice? My face? Is it the cheeks?”

Y/N tried to keep a straight face, but a giggle slipped out. “Well… your cheeks do not help your case. They’re like, scientifically engineered for squishing and pinching. And your eyes…boba pearls. Giant, soft, and always sparkling, and also not thoughts.”

Han groaned, burying his face in his hands. “So it’s the cheeks. And the eyes. Great.”

Changbin glanced over his shoulder, smirking. “Don’t forget you dropping to your knees, Han.”

Y/N nodded, stifling another laugh. “Honestly, the internet is obsessed with all those clips of you just… dropping to your knees. Especially in front of Lee Know. Granted, you do it… a lot. There’s like a whole compilation video.”

Han looked scandalized. “That’s muscle memory! It’s not a personality trait!”

Han’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d just said. “Nowait, that’s not! I mean, not like that!”

Y/N grinned, unable to resist. “Thanks for the inspiration, Han. That line is definitely going in a fic.”

Changbin snickered, pointing at Han with a dramatic flourish. “You see, this is what happens when you let a fanfic writer into the studio. Every slip-up is potential plot material.”

Even Chan couldn’t help but laugh. “Better watch your words, Han. She’s got receipts and an audience.”

Han just groaned, burying his face in the couch cushions as the others dissolved into laughter, the studio humming with music and mischief.

Chan, still focused on the track, grinned without looking up. “Tell that to the thousands of fic writers who have you blushing and kneeling every other fanfic, dude.”

Han flopped dramatically onto Y/N’s lap. “This is a conspiracy.”

Changbin snickered. “Look on the bright side. At least you’re not always the comic relief.”

“Or the villain,” Chan added.

Y/N patted Han’s head, her voice gently teasing. “For what it’s worth, I’ve got an outline where you’re the boss for once. Dom Han's era is coming.”

Han peeked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Really? Promise?”

“Promise,” Y/N said, grinning. “But you have to stop falling to your knees every time Lee Know snaps his fingers. The internet’s watching.”

He groaned, but a smile crept onto his face. “Fine.”

Changbin threw an arm around Han’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, you gotta admit it's cute.”

Chan finally turned, giving Han a warm, teasing smile. “Hey, at least you’re loved. The internet doesn’t make that many memes about people they don’t adore.”

Han rolled his eyes, but he was beaming now. “I guess there are worse things than being everyone’s favorite bottom.”

Y/N laughed, and the studio filled with the easy comfort of friendship, the beat of the unfinished song, and the promise of new stories on and off the page.

The dorm was buzzing with the kind of mischief that only a maknae sleepover could bring. In the living room, Hyunjin, Han, and I.N were busy dragging out blankets, stacking pillows, and stringing up fairy lights, all while bickering over which movie to watch first. The air was thick with anticipation and the sweet scent of instant ramen.

Meanwhile, in the entryway, Seungmin and Felix stood like pint-sized bouncers, blocking Chan’s path to the living room. Y/N lounged on the couch, phone in hand, wide-eyed and grinning as she watched the drama unfold.

“Come on,” Chan protested, trying to peer over Seungmin’s shoulder. “This is my place too. Can’t I at least hang out for a bit?”

Seungmin shook his head with mock severity. “Sorry, Grandpa. Tonight’s for the young and the bold. You’ll throw off the vibe.”

Felix crossed his arms, grinning. “No hyungs allowed, Chan. We need the space for actual fun.”

Chan’s mouth fell open, scandalized. “You’re kicking me out of my own dorm?”

He turned to Y/N, eyes wide and lips jutting in an exaggerated pout, silently pleading for backup. Y/N just giggled from her spot on the couch, giving a helpless shrug. “Sorry, I’m just here for the show.”

Felix gave Chan a gentle push toward the door. “Go on, hyung, go hang out with Lee Know and Changbin.”

Chan tried one last time, holding up his hands in surrender. “At least let me stay until the snacks are ready! I can help set up—”

“Nope,” Seungmin cut in, pushing him gently but firmly toward the exit. “You’ll just organize the snacks by protein content and lecture us on sodium.”

Felix giggled. “Besides, we have it covered. You can come back in the morning if you bring breakfast.”

Chan turned back to Y/N for sympathy, but she just laughed harder, shaking her head. “The maknae line is ruthless tonight.”

Just then, a light bulb seemed to go off in Chan’s head. He straightened, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Fine. But what if I order you all whatever you want for delivery?”

Felix and Seungmin exchanged a look. “Anything?” Seungmin asked, eyes wide.

“Fried chicken!” Felix immediately chimed in.

“Fries too!” Seungmin added, bouncing with excitement.

Han, poking his head out from behind a pile of blankets, piped up, “And spicy cucumber salad! I’m craving something fresh.”

Hyunjin called from the living room, “Ooh, good choice! Can we get extra sesame seeds?”

I.N grinned, adding, “And don’t forget the honey garlic sauce for the chicken!”

Chan laughed, already tapping out the order on his phone. “You guys have expensive taste, you know that?”

Seungmin smirked, folding his arms. “Comes with the territory. Maknae sleepovers are serious business.”

Y/N watched the whole exchange from the couch, a playful smile on her lips as Chan rattled off the last of the order. “So… does this mean you’re letting me stay?” he asked hopefully, glancing between Felix and Seungmin.

Felix exchanged a look with Seungmin, then broke into a grin. “I guess you can stay… but only if you hand over the fries as soon as they arrive.”

Seungmin pretended to sigh, but he was smiling too. “Yeah, you can stay. But if you start acting like a parent, we’re kicking you out for real.”

A cheer went up from the living room, Hyunjin flinging a pillow in celebration. “Welcome to the chaos, hyung!”

Chan beamed, flopping dramatically onto the edge of the blanket fort beside Y/N. “You guys are too good to me. Now, who’s picking the first movie?”

As the food order went out and the room filled with laughter and maknae antics, Y/N caught Chan’s eye and grinned, settling in for a night that promised all the best kind of memories, messy, loud, and full of family.

The food delivery showed up with a feast of crispy chicken, spicy cucumber salad, a mountain of fries, and an explosion of chatter from the living room. But as Chan opened the fry container, his face fell. “No way,” he muttered, poking at the limp, soggy fries. “Not on my watch.”

Without missing a beat, Chan hustled to the kitchen, poured a slick of oil into a pan, and set it over high heat. He waited for the oil to shimmer, then tossed in the sad fries, listening to them sizzle and spit as he worked his magic. He flipped and shook the pan, determined to return them to their golden, crispy glory.

Just as he was fishing the first batch onto some paper towels, Y/N appeared in the doorway, a mysterious yellow shaker in hand. “Need a little help?” she teased, waggling her prize.

Chan glanced over, blinking in surprise when he saw the familiar label. “Wait…is that… chicken salt?”

Y/N grinned, eyes sparkling as she held up the bright yellow shaker. “I brought this with me from home, thought you’d appreciate a taste of home.”

Chan’s eyes widened, a genuine smile breaking across his face as he recognized the label. “No way, you actually packed chicken salt?”

She nodded, a little proud. “I figured you’d missed it. And let’s be honest, fries in Korea need a little help.”

He laughed, shaking his head in awe as he held out the pan. “You’re the best. Seriously, you have no idea how much I’ve missed this.”

Y/N sprinkled the golden seasoning over the freshly re-crisped fries, the familiar aroma filling the kitchen. With a wordless look of thanks, Chan grabbed the platter, and together they brought it back to the living room just in time to see the maknaes dive in, faces lighting up at the first bite.

Han nearly swooned. “What is this magic?”

“Secret Aussie touch,” Chan said, nudging Y/N with a grateful grin as everyone reached for more.

Two days later, the studio was quiet except for the soft hum of music. Y/N and Chan were cuddled together on the couch in the corner, Chan sprawled across her chest, his cheek pressed over her heart, and his arms wrapped possessively around her middle. Chan clung to Y/N like she was the only anchor in his world. He was quiet for a while, tracing lazy patterns along her side, but she could feel the pout on his lips even before she heard it in his voice.

“Do you really have to go?” he mumbled, his words muffled against her shirt. “Two whole weeks? That’s, like, a year in Christopher time.”

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, soothing. “It’s just two weeks. I need to get things sorted, pack up the last of my stuff, and make sure Jin, Potato, and Apple are ready for the big move. You know I can’t just leave them behind.”

Chan let out a dramatic sigh, all but melting into her. “I know, I know. I just… I got used to having you here. Waking up and knowing you’re close. It’s going to suck.”

She smiled, tapping his nose. “I’ll call every day. Besides, we finally landed that apartment near the Han River, remember? I’ll be back before you know it, and then it’s just us and the girls. Our own place.”

He perked up a little at that, though the whine lingered in his voice. “You promise you’ll send me videos of them? I can’t wait to meet them!”

Y/N laughed, squeezing him tighter. “Deal. And Jin will send you her best meows. Just wait, you’ll get to see them soon.”

Chan pouted, nuzzling closer, his voice more vulnerable than usual. “What if you get busy and forget me?”

She kissed the top of his head. “Not possible. I’ll be thinking about you every second. And when I come back, it’ll be for good this time.”

He stayed quiet for a while, just listening to her heartbeat, letting her words sink in. Finally, he tipped his head up to meet her eyes, a soft, longing look on his face. “You’re really coming back to me?”

Y/N cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over his skin. “Always.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The rain outside was barely audible, muffled by the thick studio walls. Chan tucked himself even closer, his voice small but honest: “I’ll miss you, you know.”

“I’ll miss you too, Chan.”

He let out a sigh, half whine, half relief. “Okay. But just so you know, I’m claiming the left side of the bed. And you’re not allowed to complain when the girls sleep on top of me.”

Y/N grinned. “You can have the left side. But they’re still my cats.”

Chan huffed, finally smiling for real. “For now.”

They lay in the quiet, tangled up together, the distance ahead of them already feeling smaller with each shared promise. In the hush of the studio, no windows, just walls holding them close,  the city and the future waited somewhere beyond, and it was enough.

Suddenly, the peace was shattered by a loud, impatient banging on the studio door. Li Chengyin’s voice, sharp and irritated, echoed through the space: “Bang Chan! I have those documents you need. Are you in there?”

Chan groaned softly, reluctantly sitting up, and Y/N gently nudged him off so she could fix his hair. He padded to the door, opening it just a crack. Li Chengyin stood there with a thick folder in hand, eyebrows already drawn tight in disapproval.

The manager’s eyes flickered over Chan’s shoulder, catching a glimpse of Y/N inside. His expression soured instantly. “I see you’re making yourself comfortable. Should I remind you what’s at stake?”

Chan just stared back, silent and stone-faced, refusing to rise to the bait. He was so over Li Chengyin’s constant meddling. The manager shook his head, voice dropping to a venomous whisper: “She’s going to ruin your reputation, you know. I’ve already brought it up with management.”

Before Chan could respond, Y/N stood up and strode over, a sharp, bright smile on her lips that didn’t reach her eyes. She stopped just in front of Li Chengyin and spoke, every word clear and cutting: “Talking shit behind my back and Chris’ just proves you’re a coward, Chengyin. If you’ve got something to say, say it to my face. Otherwise, maybe work on growing some bigger balls, and when you finally do, we can have a real conversation. Until then, don’t waste my time. Bye.

She slammed the door in his stunned face, the sound echoing through the studio. Chan blinked in disbelief, then broke into a wide grin, pride and something mischievous warming his eyes. In one smooth move, he scooped Y/N up and spun her around, making her squeal and giggle as her arms looped around his neck.

He settled onto the couch with her now firmly in his lap, shooting her a sly wink. "You know, I think I just got a new idea for a song and maybe a new favorite seat for you," he teased, voice low and full of suggestion.

Y/N giggled, catching the innuendo. "Oh, is that so, Mr. Producer?"

Chan squeezed her waist, eyes sparkling. "Absolutely. I think you should stay right here for a while."

She just grinned, snuggling in, her laughter still bright in the air as the tension faded away. Chan’s wink said the rest.

A beat later, JYP stepped into the hallway, just coming out of a meeting and hearing everything, arms folded, gaze sharp as he took in Li Chengyin, still fuming by the door.

JYP’s voice was calm but final: “Li Chengyin, you’re done. Collect your things and leave. I don’t want to hear about you meddling with our artists or their guests ever again. You’re permanently dismissed.”

Li Chengyin sputtered, but JYP didn’t even glance at him again, waving for security that took Li Chengyin away.

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han.. no matter what, you’ll always be my favorite BOTTOM/power bottom 😌 and of course my favorite WRITER strikes again 😛

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WHO’S NEXT?

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i plan to enter flow state this WEEKEND so i plan to have most of I LIKE IT done!! wanna start writing the next one soon!!

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I LIKE IT - part two.

🫧 synopsis 🫧

SS count: 14 (super short chapter)

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!! san would be very sad!!

warning: SUGGESTIVE, kinda??

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From Mutuals to More

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9.5

Synopsis:

What happens when your favorite mutual, the one who always notices your writing and fills your DMs with encouragement, turns out to be the very idol you write fanfics about? Can years of anonymous friendship and late-night fandom confessions survive the shock of discovering your online confidant is actually Bang Chan from Stray Kids? Will Y/N risk blurring the lines between fan and friend when she travels to Korea for a Stray Kids fan meet? As DMs turn flirty and boundaries start to blur, can an idol and a fanfic writer find something real beyond the screen? When secrets come to light, will their story end with heartbreak or could it be the beginning of a love story neither of them ever dared imagine?

Also, this is a collab with my lovely @jinsankitten, who is currently writing I LIKE IT SMAU GO READ IT!!!!!!

OK, NEVER AGAIN YA GIRL I DON’T KNOW WHY BUT WRITING THE FANMEET WAS HARD LOL YOLO

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It was only a few hours before showtime, and the energy backstage at the fan meet was a wild mix of nerves and anticipation. Staff hustled around with clipboards, last-minute set pieces, and trays of bottled water. The members of Stray Kids gathered near the dressing rooms, each one already dressed for the pre-show run-through.

Lee Know was perched on an equipment case, his grey quarter-zip knit sweater layered over a crisp white shirt, distressed light-wash jeans showing off a dramatic rip at the knee. He tapped his chunky white sneakers against the floor, eyes darting between the other members as if mentally ticking off a checklist.

Han, in a navy varsity bomber jacket with white accents, was fidgeting with his phone, his relaxed-fit blue jeans and black loafers giving him an effortlessly cool vibe. I.N, a beacon of color in his royal blue track jacket and black trousers, bounced on his toes, sneakers squeaking lightly against the backstage tile.

Felix looked like he’d stepped out of a university brochure, a structured navy blazer, a white collared shirt and tie, all balanced out with baggy denim and white sneakers. Hyunjin, meanwhile, was the picture of “model-off-duty” in his dark oversized blazer, slim-straight jeans, and a simple necklace that caught the harsh backstage lighting.

Near the mirrors, Seungmin adjusted his navy cardigan over a white shirt, the look sleek and understated with dark denim and spotless white sneakers. Changbin, on the far right, rocked a full navy suit set, blazer, white shirt, tie, and relaxed trousers, but kept things casual with black-and-white sneakers.

And there was Chan in a blue-and-grey argyle sweater vest over a light-blue button-down, oversized wide-leg jeans pooling over his white shoes.

Hidden just out of view, Y/N and Chan shared a rare moment alone, tucked into a quiet corner behind the costume racks. The rest of the group didn’t know yet that, just last night, the two of them had finally made things official. The secret made every glance and brush of the hand feel electric especially now, with the adrenaline of the fanmeet humming in the air.

Y/N grinned up at Chan, her hands resting on his chest. “You ready, superstar?”

Chan smiled, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I am now.”

He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips just as someone rounded the corner. There was a sudden gasp, followed by a chorus of shocked laughter and mock outrage as several heads popped around the curtain.

Felix’s eyes went wide. “Hyung! Y/N! We leave you alone for two minutes—”

Han doubled over, cackling. “I knew something was up! Pay up, Jeongin!”

The room exploded in a mix of cheers, teasing, and playful groans, the secret out, and the tension instantly replaced with giddy relief and embarrassment. The fanmeet hadn’t even started, and already, it was shaping up to be a night they’d never forget.

The fanmeet hall was buzzing with excitement, STAYs waving their lightsticks and chanting as the members lined up for the legendary kiss relay. Even Seungmin, who had been rolling around all day on his knee rover while recovering from his ankle injury, was now standing with the rest determined not to miss out on the fun.

The relay kicked off with Han, who leaned over and kissed Lee Know’s cheek, drawing a chorus of squeals from the crowd. Lee Know, smirking, turned and pressed a kiss to the side of Chan’s neck, making Chan’s eyes widen in playful shock.

Chan grinned and took I.N’s hand, gallantly kissing the back of it like a prince. I.N giggled, face flushed, before turning to Hyunjin and planting a sweet kiss on his cheek. Hyunjin, never one to miss a dramatic moment, fluttered his lashes and spun to face Changbin.

With a flourish, Hyunjin kissed Changbin’s cheek. Changbin immediately fell to his knees, clutching his heart as if mortally wounded, sending the entire room into hysterics. He bounced back up, facing Seungmin next.

Seungmin, steadying himself, lifted his hand as if to offer it for a handshake. Changbin just grinned, pushed Seungmin’s hand down, and with both hands holding Seungmin’s face steady, planted a dramatic kiss on his cheek. The crowd went wild, and Seungmin tried to look annoyed, but laughter kept breaking through.

Once he’d composed himself, Seungmin turned to Felix and leaned in, kissing the side of Felix’s neck, making Felix burst into giggles. Felix, never outdone, strode over to Han and finished the relay with a kiss to the side of Han’s neck. Han yelped, clutching at his collar, sending the group and STAYs into another round of laughter.

Y/N stood offstage, doubled over and breathless with laughter, eyes shining as she watched the chaos unfold. The members were all grinning, basking in the joy of the moment, while the fans screamed and cheered, the energy in the room electric.

It was the kind of memory that would stick with them forever, pure, unfiltered happiness, shared among friends and fans alike.

The fanmeet was in full swing, the stage buzzing with energy as Chan, Han, and Changbin stepped onto the stage for their special performance. The moment the iconic electronic beat of “Abracadabra” by Brown Eyed Girls hit the speakers, the crowd’s reaction was immediate. A tidal wave of screams, laughter, and excited chanting swept through the venue.

The trio wasted no time, locking into their opening staggered formation:

Han dropped into a deep, asymmetrical crouch dead-center, anchoring himself with a dramatic, stylized hand pose. Changbin took a wide, grounded stance to the left, arms sharply extended and body angled toward Han, looking every bit the stoic guard. Behind them, Chan stood tall and fluid, his hands moving with showy flair to frame the group’s center. The fans went wild, some already waving their lightsticks in time with the music.

As the beat dropped, the crowd’s anticipation peaked. The boys snapped into position feet wide, arms folded tight across their chests, forearms parallel, and torsos rigid. STAYs screamed in recognition, some chanting along, others laughing in anticipation of what was to come.

Then, the “Arrogant Dance” began. With their chests locked in place, the three began to shift their weight side to side, hips swaying in bold, exaggerated figure-8s. Each movement was slow, controlled, and just a little over-the-top, perfectly capturing the signature chic, fatal energy of the original choreography. The crowd absolutely erupted, echoing the rhythm with chants and whistles, phones held high to record every move.

On cue, all three suddenly tilted their heads back in perfect sync, chins lifted and gazes drifting toward the ceiling, the ultimate display of haughty drama. The hips kept moving, the fans’ excitement reaching a fever pitch. Laughter, cheers, and playful shouts filled the air as everyone reveled in the spectacle.

Backstage, Y/N was doubled over with laughter, clutching her stomach as she watched Chan and his friends sell the routine with deadpan faces and absolute commitment. Even the members on stage struggled to hold back grins, trying not to break character as the routine drew to a close with one final, dramatic hip swing.

When the song ended, the entire venue erupted in applause, cheers, and delighted shrieks blending into a wall of sound. It was a performance for the ages: flawless execution, pure shenanigans, and a memory that STAYs, and the members would never forget.

After the fan meet, the dressing room was buzzing with laughter and relief. The guys had all switched into their most comfortable clothes: sweats, oversized tees, well-loved hoodies. Y/N sat beside Chan on the couch, excitedly chattering about her favorite moments from the night, Chan smiling softly as he listened, completely content.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Lee Know strode in with a determined look. Without warning, he walked straight up to Han, who yelped in surprise as Lee Know bent down and scooped him up by the thighs. Han instinctively wrapped his legs tightly around Lee Know’s waist and his arms around his neck, clinging on as Lee Know stood up and started walking toward the door.

Han burst out laughing as Lee Know hoisted him up, legs wrapped firmly around Lee Know’s waist. With a cheeky grin, Han called over his shoulder, “Guess it’s my turn to be on the bottom tonight!”

The room exploded with laughter, wolf whistles, mock gasps, and playful groans. Y/N stared in wide-eyed shock, while Chan just grinned, shaking his head as if to say, “Only Han…”

Y/N stared after them, wide-eyed and stunned. “Did that actually just happen?” she whispered, turning to Chan for answers.

Chan, already plugging his ears and smirking like he’d anticipated this happening, watched Y/N as her jaw dropped even further.

Then Y/N shrieked, “MINSUNG IS REAL???”

The room exploded with laughter, some of the guys doubling over, others clapping and hollering, while Chan just shook his head, grinning at Y/N’s over-the-top reaction. (GIRL SAME)

The city was quiet and glowing with neon as Chan and Y/N wandered the late-night streets, stomachs rumbling and hearts still light from the fanmeet’s afterglow. They were just debating whether to settle for convenience store snacks or wait for a taxi when a familiar voice called out behind them.

“Chan! Y/N! Out this late, are we lost or just hungry?”

They turned to see Jackson Wang striding toward them, hands in his pockets and a mischievous grin on his face. He looked like he had just stepped off stage himself, cool, unbothered, perfectly at home in the city’s after-midnight hush.

Chan grinned. “A little bit of both, actually.”

Jackson laughed. “Perfect timing! I was just about to grab a bite at one of my favorite places. Come with me. Trust me, it’s not just dinner, it’s an experience.”

Curiosity piqued, Y/N and Chan exchanged a glance and followed Jackson a few blocks until they reached a tucked-away storefront with golden signage reading “Ondol & Co.,” the kind of place you’d never find unless brought by someone who knew all the best secrets.

Inside, the restaurant was warm and inviting, the air scented with grilled meats and savory broths. The host led them to a private room lined with sleek wooden panels and glowing lanterns. They sank onto padded bangseok cushions around a polished, low table, the heated ondol floor instantly soothing tired feet and sore muscles. The menu was a blend of tradition and luxury: hanjeongsik courses, sizzling barbecue, and an array of banchan that seemed to multiply with every new dish.

Once they settled in at Ondol, Chan and Jackson naturally took the lead in the conversation, their easy banter filling the cozy room. The plates arrived steaming and colorful, and the three of them dug in, laughter and stories flowing as freely as the tea.

Jackson grinned as he poured tea for all of them. “Now this is how you end a legendary night. Floors are warm, food’s amazing, and the company’s not bad either.”

Y/N smiled, soaking in the comfort and the novelty. “This is… kind of perfect, actually.”

Chan nodded, feeling the last of his nerves melt away as he exchanged stories and laughter with two of his favorite people.

Jackson leaned back on his cushion, a sly grin on his lips as he looked between Y/N and Chan. “You know, the universe must really like you, Chan. Imagine my surprise when I walk onto my flight and find the cutest pajama-clad seatmate across the aisle, your ‘special friend’ herself. What are the odds?”

Chan snorted, shooting Jackson a look. “Yeah, I got your texts, remember? ‘She’s adorable, and she likes cookies. I might steal her.’ I was this close to blocking you.”

Y/N covered her face, laughing. “Wait, you texted him?”

Jackson winked at her. “Of course. I couldn’t pass up the chance to make him sweat a little. Besides, you were too busy being starstruck by the snack basket to notice.”

Chan pretended to pout, but his eyes were fond. “He texted, ‘She’s trouble. If you don’t hurry up, I might just steal her.’ Really testing my patience.”

Y/N giggled, nudging Jackson. “I did tell him you were entertaining. And that you’re dangerously persuasive when it comes to snacks.”

Jackson grinned, turning the charm up a notch in Chan’s direction. “Well, what can I say? She’s got good taste in cookies and company. Next time we fly together, I’m bringing a secret stash just for us.”

Chan squeezed Y/N’s hand, smile lopsided. “You two are lucky I trust you. But if there’s ever a cookie shortage on a flight, I know exactly who to blame.”

Jackson raised his glass, eyes twinkling. “To midnight cookies, new friends, and making Chan just the tiniest bit jealous.”

Y/N clinked her glass with his and glanced at Chan, warmth in her smile. “Best flight ever, honestly.”

Jackson leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “She’s even cuter when she’s flustered, Chan. I can see why you like her.”

Chan rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched in a smile. “Better watch it, Jackson. I know where you keep your laptop.”

Jackson just grinned wider, raising an eyebrow at Y/N. “Well, if you ever need a partner for another midnight snack raid, you know who to call. I promise, I’m much more fun than Chan.”

Y/N laughed, nudging Chan affectionately. “Don’t worry, I’m loyal. But I think you two might need to work out whatever this is.”

Jackson lifted his glass in a toast. “To unexpected seatmates, midnight cookies, and making Chan jealous, my three favorite things.”

Chan laughed, squeezing Y/N’s hand once more. “Careful, Wang. You’re lucky she didn’t write you into a fic yet.” (HEHE)

Jackson winked. “Maybe next time. If I’m lucky, I’ll get a cameo as the charming snack thief or have a Magic Mike moment.”

Their laughter mingled, the easy camaraderie and playful banter making the late-night meal feel like the beginning of something special: friendship, rivalry, and maybe a little bit of family, too.

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Sorry about the cookie talk lol ya girl was hungry while writing LOL

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