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Hey there!

Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth, but I have to officially put this blog on hiatus. That means all upcoming releases will be delayed until further notice.

I have limited use of one arm for the time being due to a SLAP tear in my shoulder. I am in physical therapy as I am hoping to avoid surgery, but if its bad BAD, surgery will be my only option.

I'll see you guys soon!

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They always say that in your darkest moments, someone sends an angel to lead you back into the light. I was sent 8. One for each insecurity that led me to the darkness.

Jeongin - to show me that family could be built by the most unlikely people

Seungmin - to show me that there are people who can accept you with all your quirks and ticks

Jisung - to show me that a comfort zone could be people over places

Felix - to show me that being vulnerable is okay

Hyunjin - to show me that art is more than being perfect

Changbin - to show me that it's okay to be silly

Minho - to show me that a tough exterior holds a caring heart

Chan - to show me that no matter what, there's always someone to cheer you on.

8 Angels saved me from finality, and I will spend every chance I get thanking the stars above for guiding them to me.

Happy 8 Years, Stray Kids! Can't wait to see where we go next!

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Escape to District 9 - 3. Good to Be Alive

Open your eyes. ship: Bang Chan x GN!Reader kofi / m.list / series m.list

Eight strips of red paper were rolled up and placed into each supplement cup. He could see the confusion on each of their faces, but 1003 kept his face frozen and unreadable.

0915 could tell though. The two exchanged a look when his barcode glitched again. Both of them knew that there was no turning back now. 0915 knew that 1003 was curious, that he was questioning everything. Now, it was just a matter of waking up the rest. The task wouldn’t be easy, especially after an outlier was caught trying to break into District Two. 

“Again?” 1003 sighed. “Come to my office after the mid-day meal. We’re going to get that fixed.” 

0915 nodded and watched him leave. He stepped into his room, unrolling the strip of paper.

Do you remember before?

“There is no way that’s a true story,” 1003 whined.

0915 sat in 1003’s office, smiling and laughing for the first time in a while as Smith recounted old memories.

“Oh it’s real alright.” Smith leaned back against the desk, palms pressing down on the wood. “You and Bam were the worst of the troublemakers. I swear. You two were so composed and smart when separated, but the minute you two were together, something definitely caught fire.”

“I only heard stories since you were already gone,” 0915 sighed. “As far as I know, these stories are true.” He looked up at Smith, taking note of the bright smile. “I don’t think I remember you ever laughing so hard.”

“Yeah, I don’t do that often anymore.”

“Can I talk about it?” 

Smith hesitated but nodded. The lights flickered and then they were gone. 0915 turned to 1003 with a new weight settling on his shoulders.

“Smith had to watch all of us get taken. Since I was the last to get chosen, I watched the light fade from their eyes every time someone got taken.” He looked away, tears pooled in his eyes. “The last group that we saw was those who were taken to District Two. They had fought for their right to exist in District Two: Section 2X. Some didn’t make it out alive.”

1003 looked down at his desk. He knew exactly what he was speaking about. Section 2X was created five years prior from a group of sixteen young girls that the Base had hoped to team up with a member of 5KZ when they were ready. He never realized that less than half never came back out.

“I’m sorry.” He hung his head, feeling guilty. “I didn’t realize…”

“Don’t apologize. You’re as much of a victim as the rest of us.”

“How does Smith fit into all of this?”

“Let’s just say that the two of us have pretty…” the lights flickered he was gone “...unique abilities.”

0915’s empty chair stared back at him before the lights flickered again and he returned with Smith.

“Is this why your code isn’t working?”

“That and I don’t take the pills. I just hide them under my tongue until I’m out of view.” He held out the little cup from earlier, red pills bouncing around. “These little buggers keep the mind wiped, never making it past to do their thing.”

“So why is mine wearing off? I’m still taking them.” Smith chuckled. “What?”

“You mean these?” With a wave of their arm, several weeks of supplement cups appeared on his desk. “Placebos are so easy to make nowadays.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Nearly thirty years, I think.” Smith’s eyes drifted up as they tried to think. “Could be longer. Your overhead corporation wasn’t the first and definitely won’t be the last to create groups like you.”

1003 sank in his seat.

“So many groups came before you and so many groups are going to suffer after you if we don’t do something now.” Smith stood up straight, stretching their arms above their head. “Felix will keep you updated on things if I don’t show up. I gotta meet up with my girl on the inside at 2X.”

“You got in contact?” Felix looked so happy! “Who is it?”

“Momo.” Both of them smiled so wide that 1003 thought their faces would break. “She got put on the removal list because the program didn’t take to her brain, but someone changed their mind and put her back in.”

“Like with Minho and I?”

“Like with you and Minho.”

“Minho?”

They turned to 1003, having completely forgotten that he only knows them by numbers.

“1025, the teacher assistant.” Smith walked around his desk and pulled up the security footage. They jumped over to the classroom where 1025 was helping 0208 with an assignment. “You don’t remember when he got pulled from the program, do you? Felix too?”

“They were pulled?”

It never occurred to him that the memories that were possibly stolen from him affected those he was supposed to care for.

“This goes deeper than we thought,” Smith hummed. “If the memory altering is that strong already,” they took a deep breath, “I need to go visit the seven. We’re in trouble.”

The boys watched as the lights flickered.

He never fully studied it, but as 1003 watched Smith disappear, they broke away chunk by chunk until they were nothing but a shadow. Then, they were finally gone.

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Nerdy's Update!

As of March 25, 2026, the NerdyJournals Tag List has been updated with a recount and reopen of certain spots. I also have canceled scheduled Ko-fi exclusives.

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Escape to District 9 - 2. Sick of It

Open your eyes. ship: Bang Chan x GN!Reader kofi / m.list / series m.list

1003 woke up the next day in a fog, but went about his day like normal.

He sat at his desk, watching the seven occupants go about the daily harvest of mulberries and flipped through more files regarding 0915’s odd glitches.

He was nose deep in the possible notes made by the base for the newest occupant. Before the desk creaked under some weight. Looking up, his eyes looked with Smith’s tired gaze.

“Whatcha doing?” They said, eyes scanning over the papers. “We talking about Felix?” 

“Why is that any of your concern?” 1003 quickly closed the folder. 

"Because..."

“Because what?” The desk creaked again and Smith was in the chair across from him. “If you must annoy me about this, his bar code is glitching and it’s worrying. If it keeps going wrong, he’ll be terminated.”

“Teminated as in kkkkkeee?” Smith made a slicing motion across their neck and he nodded. “Seems unnecessary.”

“I don’t make the rules. I just enforce them.” 1003 felt the eyes stare him down, finding them judging his actions. “What?”

“Why haven’t you reported me yet?” 1003 sank back in his chair. “You’re the direct line to the base, right? So why haven’t you done anything? Why tell me all of that?”

Their eyes dropped to the bright red button on his desk, sitting right next to the monitor.

“If you really want me gone, you’d press it. Press it and go back to being blind, go back to being their puppets, and never know about what’s going on outside.” Smith smirked at him. “The choice is yours.”

The lights flickered and then Smith was gone.

1003 remained at his desk, hand hovering over the button. When did that happen? He pulled back and began to weigh on if this Smith was real or a product of his exhaustion.

“Base to 1003.” A voice crackled over the intercom. “Come in.”

“Oh uh…” He scrambled for the talk button. “This is 1003. How may I be of assistance?”

“Our records indicate that the security system didn’t activate until a full hour after its intended time. They also indicate that your door didn’t lock until soon after.” His heart pounded in his chest. “Please confirm the delay or permit a system check on 5KZ.”

“This is 1003 confirming a late security activation and arrival.”

“Explain.”

“Due to the constant issue with 0915’s identification code, the proper forms needed completion. They should have arrived with the cart last night, and I received confirmation upon log in.”

“Checking.” 1003 held his breath. “Forms confirmed. Proceed with your day.”

The room went silent as he laid his head on his desk.

He wasn’t defecting.

It was just exhaustion. That was definitely the reason. He’s been overly stressed with the final harvest and the malfunction of his occupants. That was it.

Shutting off the monitor, 1003 gathered a clipboard and went about the rest of his duties.

Walking through the halls, he was greeted by the other occupants.

0208 stopped him at one, hoping to gain some advice on his upcoming placement exam. Being the leader he was assigned to be, he helped. As he did, he studied the young boy’s eyes. 0208 had no emotion in his eyes or voice, speaking as if he was programmed to sound as such. It made him think about what Smith had said. Were they really just puppets?

Sending the boy off, 1003 continued on his way.

He found himself in the dormitory when he noticed light coming from 0915’s room. He looked through the crack in his door, finding 0915 and Smith in a warm embrace. 0915 seemed to have his face buried in their shoulder as they rubbed his back in a soothing motion. Though, rather than barging in, he hung back and just watched.

“...believe you’re alive,” he heard 0915 say. “I really thought they killed you that day.”

“What did I say when we were kids? I’m like a cockroach,” they laughed, “I’ll just keep coming back.” They pulled away from each other. “What have you learned so far?”

“Jackson was right.” 1003 tried to lean in closer, but was afraid of getting caught. “The Districts are no paradise. They’re a prison. They plan on turning us into weapons, not leaders.” 0915 sighed. “Whatever you gave me before I went under, it’s working. The supplements aren’t working, but I can’t keep up the act forever. They’re going to know that the barcode isn’t real sooner or later.”

“What does Chan know about it?”

“Nothing. He just thinks that there’s a programming error.” Smith reached up and traced the brand. “How’s everyone back home?”

“JJ are doing their best to keep the spirits high, Bam and Gyeom have been put on child watch since most adults got taken to the Base. Jack and Young have been radio silent ever since…”

“Ever since what?” Silence lingered between them. “Smith?”

“Mark got caught.” Smith reached up to rub at their own mark. “They’ve been breaking into every Zone that they can to find him, even getting help from the newbies.” 1003 could hear their voice getting caught up. “We’ve lost a lot of good people, Felix.”

“So what now?”

“If we don’t get word from them by the time I wake everyone up, I’m going after them.” Felix sighed again. “Felix. Mark’s a smart guy. I mean, I could argue about Jackson but…” He let out a small laugh. “We’ll find them. Don’t worry.”

1003 slowly shut the door and walked away.

His feet felt like lead against the linoleum floor as he all but sprinted to the records room. Smith’s interaction with 0915 was enough proof to him that they weren’t imagining them, that they weren’t just a figment of his sleep deprived brain.

No matter how hard he tried to deny it, the seed of doubt was planted. Partly about the districts and partly about themself. From what he was aware of, there was no District 9. They stopped at five with several Zones under their umbrellas and other branches.

He scoured through the records, but every record filed prior to his arrival was locked, deleted, or just non-existent. However, instead of just a year or so of files, there was seven years worth of information with his signature at the bottom.

The revelation had him reeling. How had he blurred together seven years of memories?

Locking up the record’s room, 1003 hurried back to his office. When he arrived, he was not surprised to find Smith sitting on his desk and taking down more notes in that notebook of theirs.

“I understand that you have questions,” they said, not looking up. 

“What do they want from us?” His voice was low. “How long have they been doing this?”

“You’re not the first group, and I doubt that you’ll be the last.” Smith looked up at him, a small pout on their face. “Years ago, there was a selection process. Your precious base only chose those that could be remolded, those whose brains were more malleable. Those that didn’t…let’s just say that we’re happy to still have free will.” Smith ran their hand over the compass. “Those you call outliers, we belong to District 9.”

“It doesn’t exist.”

“Of course it doesn’t.” They chuckled and shut their notebook. “Those that got left behind named it after you guys. Those nine souls who found the sunshine in the night. The name stuck, and when everything started to fall apart, we couldn’t change it. We didn’t have the heart too.”

They sat in silence as the information hung over them.

“Did you know that Jeongin was only nine years old when you guys were taken?” Smith all but whispered. “Something about a child being easier to brainwash.”

“Who?” He watched the hurt wash over their face.

“0208, the baby.” They sucked in breath, tongue peeking out from between their teeth. “You must have been so easy to manipulate as a kid. Which is saying something cause they always said that you were the smart one of the group.”

“That doesn’t explain how I’ve been here seven years when it feels like only one or two have passed.”

“What do I have to give you a color-by-number? Brainwashing. Mind control. Conditioning. You name it, they’ve done it.”

“That’s a lie. I was at the base before this.” Why did he sound like he was trying to convince himself? “I was raised there.”

“What are your parents' names?”

He froze.

“What about your siblings?”

He had siblings?

“Face it, Mr. Ten. You weren’t created in a lab or raised in some utopia city.” Smith crossed their arms, face hard with determination. “You were kidnapped.” They watched as he began to process everything. “Now, what are you going to do about it?”

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Escape to District 9 - 1. Rise

Open your eyes. ship: Bang Chan x GN!Reader kofi / m.list / series m.list

1003 sat at his desk, inputting the count of the day’s collection into the computer. From time to time, his eyes would drift over and take note that everyone was where they should be. The older occupants of 5KZ were going about their household duties as the younger ones were attending their lessons. He ran his hands down his face, pushing down the exhaustion, as the final count was submitted into the system.

At only nineteen, 1003 was in charge of District 1: Zone 5KZ - the main source of the prediction of the mulberries needed for the District’s mandatory serums and medications.

“1003, this is base,” the intercom blasted into the small office, “just received your report for the day. Please confirm your identification for finalization.”

“Evening base,” his voice was clear but stone, “this is 1003, requesting finalization of the harvesting season from 10-17-XX to 12-19-XX.”

“Request granted. Proceeding to conduct a security check on the Zone.” A pause was followed by three beeps. “Area secured. Please proceed to activate nightly lockdown and administer tonight’s serums and supplements. Good night, 1003.”

The computer shut off, leaving him in silence.

With a sigh, he gathered his things and left.

The Zone was full of stark white walls and matched the harsh white of the residents’ uniforms. If he could admit to anyone, 1003 would say the place hurt his eyes.

Stepping onto the dock that connected them to the main base, he waited for the cart to come through. Once it arrived, full of medication bottles and the scanner, he took another breath before separating them properly.

Loading the cart onto the lift to the housing unit, 1003 scanned his own wrist barcode and downed the fowl tasting supplements.

“Good evening 1003,” one of the older occupants greeted. This was 0408, 1003’s right hand. “Shall I gather everyone for curfew?”

“If you’d please.” 1003 looked down at some of the papers on the cart. “Base would like me to relay some updates and reiterate some other things.” He flipped through the papers again. “How’s the transfer settling in?”

“0915 is doing well. However, I do recommend we move him to transcripts as soon as he is ready. His language skills need work before the system will deem him ready for official work.” 0408 looked out over the hall. “Other than that, 0208 has been bonding to him quite well.”

“Base will be pleased to hear that. Your notes have been recorded and will be submitted in the morning. Please proceed with the nightly protocol.”

0408 walked away, promptly gathering 1025 and 0811 from the laundry room. 1003 watched the three of them gather the younger occupants to line them along the residential walls. 

“Now that I have you here,” 1003 said as the last occupant stepped into place, “I have a few things from base that they would like me to relay.”

Clearing his throat, he picked up a clipboard from the cart.

“Number one, anything strange or out of place must be reported to the proper channels, 0408, or me. We’ve had reports of break-ins within the other zones by some outliers, but no need to worry, they have been taken care of accordingly.” 1003 looked at them, spotting 0915 flinch as the sentence ended. “Number two, no one is permitted to leave their dorms after the main lights are turned off.”

1003 gestured to the several red lights that lined the halls.

“Those lights will activate if any non-permitted movement is detected. Anything recorded will be addressed by security and promptly adjusted.” He cleared his throat again, feeling a familiar burning sensation. “Last but not least, the nine of us were chosen to lead the upcoming expansion. Outside of these walls, the world as we once knew it has become far too dangerous and we will lead the new communities. Let’s not give the base a reason to doubt their choices.”

His eyes traced over them, searching for a hint of hesitation and found nothing.

“With that being said, let’s begin our nightly routines. The quicker we get through this, the faster we can get to bed.”

1003 went about scanning everyone’s barcodes and passing out their supplements. Everything went as normal until he reached 0915. His barcode, located on his neck, didn’t scan three times before 1003 decided to self-input the boy's serial number.

“I’ll be reporting that again. They should’ve fixed it by now.” 0915 merely nodded at his words. “Go get to bed.”

With all of his charges settled into their rooms, 1003 began to push the cart back to the docking bay.

He was almost back at the dock when the cart started to shake. Rolling it to a stop, he stepped back and waited for it to stop but it didn’t.

“Rule number one, 10. Rule number one,” he murmured to himself. He froze and looked around. “I’m going to get in so much trouble.”

The cart tipped over with how much it shook. Then a leg popped out of the under carriage. The legs were clad in black pants, leading up to a torso covered with a matching hoodie. The whole outfit stood out against the blinding white of the Zone.

“Finally.” The figure gasped out, climbing out of the cart. “I think my legs fell asleep, like ten times.” They looked around, locking eyes with 1003. “Oh hi!” They waved at him. “Who are you?”

“Uh..” He waved back out of habit, cautiously but prepared. “I’m 1003, and you’re not supposed to be here.”

“Yeah, hence the whole ‘hiding in the cart’ thing.” They stretched, wincing at a few pops coming from the spine. “I’m looking for Felix. Lee Felix, about - “ they put their hand at about 1003’s height -”this tall, baby face, and an unnaturally deep voice.”

“Are you talking about 0915?”

“Oh, so you guys go by your birthdays?” They dropped their hand. “Interesting.” Silence drifted between them. “You gonna tell me where he is or what?”

1003’s eyes dragged over the figure, studying everything they could. They had several tattoos on their body, but a giant compass rose stood out on their neck. Something clicked in his head.

“You’re an outlier.” He quickly stepped back and out of their reach. “I have half a mind to report you.”

“And the other half?” They smirked up at him, head tilting in amusement.

“They’re curious.”

“Well, that’s a start.” They reached down and righted the cart. “You got any place we can talk privately?” Their eyes gestured up to the cameras. Cameras he now registered as being offline. “I’d hate for your puppeteers to question why their eyes were down for so long.”

1003 stared at the cart as the other gathered the fallen papers.

“Get back in the cart. I can fake up a reason.”

1003 led the cart back to his office as his heart pounded a thousand miles per second.

He didn’t know what to do. There was no protocol for what to do if he was the one to spot an outlier. The Zone had just gone to bed, risking a panic was not his goal. For the first time since becoming the head of Zone 5KZ, 1003 didn’t know what to do.

As he pushed the cart into his office, he was surprised to see the figure sitting on his desk and flipping through a file and writing things down in a small notebook

“How did you -? What?” He looked into the cart, finding the undercarriage barren. “How did you do that?”

“I’ll have you know that stuffing me into the very cart I said that I lost feeling in… Well, it was rude.” They closed the folder. “Also I don’t like waiting.”

“How’d you even know which one was the right office? Better question, how’d you get here before me?”

“Each Zone only has one overseer. Therefore, it was the only office as well as the stupid placard on the door.” 

1003 turned to see the placard on his door, indeed engraved with his number. He turned back to find them stuffing the notebook into the back of your waist band.

“I mean,” they chuckled as he shut the door, “you’d think it’d be more of a challenge. Now, I do believe that I gathered all that I’ve needed.”

“Now hold on!” 1003 shot around and stared into their eyes. “You’re going to sit down and explain what is going on, who you are, and why you are so curious about 0915?” None of the Zones have ever had this many break-ins until recently. What do you monsters want with us? Why attack us now?”

“Monsters?” They whispered to themselves, breaking 1003’s gaze. “We’re the monsters? As far as I remember, we used to be friends.”

“Friends?” A vein began to throb in his head. “As if I’d ever be friends with someone who wants to ruin the haven laid out for us. You’re just jealous that you and your group of wasteland freaks have to rot out there.”

“Is that really what you think?” The room’s electricity began to flicker. “Tell me, Mr. Ten Oh Three, what is the last thing you remember before waking up on your first day here in the Zone?”

He felt his anger start to fall as he tried to remember. His memories came up blank.

“Who are you?”

“You can call me Smith.” The lights flickered again and they were gone. Their last sentence hangs in the air.  “I’m from District 9.”

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The world as you know it has been fake. The history you've been taught is completely fabricated. So what do you do when presented with the forbidden knowledge? Do you accept their truth or do you remain and trust blindly? AU: DYSTOPIAN/SCI-FI || Ship: Bang Chan x GN!Reader

Open your eyes. || Part 1 of the Escape Trilogy

Chapter One coming March 11, 2026

Deep breath now. || Part 2 to the Escape Trilogy

Chapter One coming August 1, 2026

Fall. || Finale to the Escape Trilogy

Chapter One coming November 11, 2026

Rise. || Epilogue

Coming April 4, 2027

A/N: I have been working on this series since I started this blog - ALL THE WAY BACK IN 2019 - and I am finally happy with how it's going to share it with the world!

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bsf!bang chan x chronically ill/hypermobile!reader - SLINKY

CW: DEPICTIONS OF HYPERMOBILE JOINTS OVEREXTENDING AND DISLOCATIONS

"Do any of your other joints go cuckoo?"

Chan looked up at you confused. He set the kettle bell back down on the floor and sat on the bench. You sat on the other side, back to him and on the floor.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Your bird wings." You mimicked his extremely bendy elbow pose, except yours didn't go as far. "Do any of your other joints do that?"

"Ummm...I don't know. I think it's just been that. Why?" He was now hyper aware of all of his joints, but couldn't place an answer. "Find out something?"

"Well, my elbows may not do it but my knees do."

He watched as you straightened out your legs and watched as the lower half of your legs lifted off the floor.

"And that doesn't hurt?"

"Actually, it hurts more to keep my heels on the floor." You set your legs back down and went to get up. A loud POP! echoed through the gym. "Finally!"

"Finally? That sounded like it hurt. You didn't dislocate anything?"

"Wha?" You glanced at your hip. "Oh no that's normal. I mean, it gets stuck sometimes but I got it handled."

Chan looked a little concerned.

"That's normal? How long has this been going on? Years?" You thought for a moment and then nodded. "Is that why you asked if any of my other joints did this?"

Both of you looked at each other, letting the moment sink in.

"Have you seen a doctor about it?" His voice was careful.

"My labs look normal."

He sighed. He knew you hated those words.

"Well, you let me know if they find something or the kids and I are gonna lose it for you."

"You know, an army of six intimidating men might help."

"Six?"

"You really expect the Sunshine Twins to look intimidating?"

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Is This Love (The Love Letter Series)

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Coming over? Jeongin was coming? TO FLIRT? TO ASK QUESTIONS?

NO TIME TO ASK. HE WAS ON THE WAY.

You lunged off the bed to clean up a little bit, pulling out a cleaner outfit than the stained t-shirt and gym shorts you've owned since middle school.

"He has to be insane," you whispered to yourself. "Yeah. He's definitely insane. He's had too many energy drinks again, and he's not thinking straight."

Your phone rang again. It was Chan.

"Hello?"

"Hey." He sounded a little concerned. "Do you happen to know why Jeongin ran out of here like a madman? Screaming about how he--I can't believe I'm saying this - 'fucked up his chances?'"

"He finally realized that I've been flirting with him."

"Oh, okay. God. He is my kid." You could practically hear the palm slide down his face. "Okay, well...you have at least ten more minutes before he gets to your apartment. I highly suggest you get yourself together because he's not going to let you talk when he arrives."

"Thanks for the heads up." You sighed. "He's running, isn't he?"

"Probably."

"Yeah. Your kid."

Ten minutes later, you could hear Jeongin huffing from outside your front door.

"You could've called a cab, you know." You opened the door and handed him a water bottle.

"Couldn't wait." He huffed.

He stumbled in, quickly chugging down the water - much to your fear - and sitting on your couch.

Once he had caught his breath, he looked up at you.

"Have I really been that blind?" His question was full of genuine curiosity. "How did I ignore?"

"To be fair, you do live with Mr. Flirts-A-Lot and did live with 7 members of the 'I-Will-Live-in-Your-Skin' squad." You leaned against front door, not moving. "I wouldn't be surprised if you tuned it out."

"8 years though?"

"6 years in seriousness. Those first two were for fun."

He looked down at his hands.

"Any chance that those feelings are real?" The hope in his voice had your heart skipping several beats.

"I'd like to think so, but I never wanted to get my hopes up."

"So you'd rather I get my hopes up?" The air in the room went cold. "You don't know how many times I wanted to confess to you, but I thought you were only flirting with me as a friend."

"Those boys really messed you up, huh?" Jeongin slowly nodded. "Do you want me to really flirt with you?" He nodded again. "I think I can arrange that. Just as long as you flirt back."

"Deal."

Two weeks later, all guys were wondering what magic you used to have their little brother so affectionate.

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Happily Ever After (The Love Letter Series)

Can you tell me? Do I end up happy? kofi / event m.list / main m.list

It had been hours since you sent that last message to Seungmin. Radio silence in both text and calls had your spirit down in the dumps.

You still went about your job, stocking shelves and going through the motions, when your co-worker came trotting over with a stupid smile on your face.

"Yes?" You asked, tiredness seeping into your voice.

"Why don't you have your earpiece in?" They asked, poking at the thing hanging around your neck. "We've been trying to call and find you for like ten minutes."

"You know I tune out on a stock shift." The last item was placed down. "What?"

"You have a visitor."

"A visitor? It better not be a certain someone begging for forgiveness."

"I think you'll like this one."

They grabbed your hand and started to drag you up to customer service. They stopped you just before you broke the aisles, adjusting your working vest and hair to be more presentable, and pushing you back out.

"Seungmin?"

His name fell from your lips faster than you could realize.

His heart was pounding in his chest. They had been looking for you for what felt like forever, and the plastic wrapping on the flowers started to feel slippery in from the sweat that built up in his hands.

"I'm sure she just has an earpiece out." One of the employees said. "She gets in the zone."

He merely nodded.

Ever since he almost said it over text, he couldn't get over the possibility that they could've been something else this whole time if he had just said something.

When you finally stumbled out of the aisles and said his name, he felt himself freeze. The employees that were waiting with him quickly walked away.

"What are you doing here?" You asked. He held out the flowers. "What's this for?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about what I almost texted you last night."

You slowly took his little offering, wanting him to conitnue.

"And what was it?"

He took in a gulp of air and steeled himself.

"I could make you happy."

"But you already make me happy."

"Then let me keep doing it over some guy who doesn't deserve your time. Let me be everyone believe that we did have something going. Please."

A moment of silence hovered between you.

"Say yes!" One of your co-workers broke the moment, remind you that you were still at work. The two of you laughed as they were dragged down by the others.

"So?"

Oh. He used those eyes.

"Yes. Absolutely yes."

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This is a formal notice that the Love Letters series will get a double feature on the final day - Seungmin and I.N.

If you are reading this, I am still asleep following my doctors' appointments and procedures. I do not plan to be awake until the wee hours of the morning on 2/14/2026.

I will see you guys then.

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Seungmin's entry is going to be delayed tomorrow, 2/13. I have several doctor appointments and may pass out when i get home.

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Nintendo (The Love Letter Series)

And you already know, you take me back like Nintendo kofi / event m.list / main m.list

Felix ran around the apartment, picking up bits of laundry and throwing them in the hall closet.

"What's got you all panicked?" Seungmin asked, throwing another handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"Y/N's coming over." Felix groaned as he tried to close the closet door. "Gotta make the place look presentable."

"Why is that different than any other day?"

"I think she just told me that she loved me."

"She always does."

"Not in that way."

Seungmin's eyes went wide before he shot to his feet to help out. He knew how much Felix hid behind the playful banter, hoping that one day that the hint would make it through.

A knock sounded on the front door, making them freeze.

"Felix?" Your voice cut through the dorm. "Can I come in?"

He quickly pushed Seungmin and the remaining objects into his room before looking down at his own clothes.

"One second!" He shouted before running to his own room.

You stood awkwardly outside the door, flowers held awkwardly in your hands. Flowers? Really? You felt like an idiot.

Of course, Felix never saw you like that but you still had hope.

Your confession was always off the cuff, something said in passing or in a friendly type of way, just incase he never reciprocated.

Just as you were about to leave, the door swung open.

Felix stood there, slightly huffing as he caught his breath, dressed in his favorite blue hoodie.

"Come on in." He gestured for you to enter, but you merely held out the flowers. "What's this for?"

"That's what you do, right? When you want to confess to someone?" You cleared your throat. "I don't want to come in if you're just going to reject me."

"Why would I reject you?"

"Is that not what's happening?"

"I'm literally inviting you in, but if it makes you feel better," he took the flowers from you, "I'll take them."

You walked inside, taking note of the oddly freshly clean living room. Felix set the flowers on the counter.

"Did you mean it? In a non-friend kind of way?" You slowly nodded. "You meant it in a couple kind of way?" You nodded again. "Have you always meant it that way?" Another nod but you were looking at the floor. "Oh thank goodness."

His arms wrapped tight around you. Your arms slowly rose to wrap around him, savouring in the moment.

You could feel the smile on his face as he buried himself into the crook of your neck.

"So...are we a thing now?"

"Please." His voice sounded so small against your skin. "I wanna spare Seungmin another lament."

Pulling back, you placed your hands on his cheeks and ran your thumbs over the stars that decorated his face as he leaned his forehead on yours.

"Just kiss already." Seungmin's voice shocked the two of you back to reality. He stood in the hallway, bowl of popcorn in his arm.

"Dude." Felix sighed and pulled you closer.

"What?"

Laughing, you pulled his face back to yours and pressed your lips together. He melted into you, smiles blending into each other.

No more games. No more hidden messages. Just happiness and love...and the occasional jeer from Seungmin.

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Hey Princess (The Love Letter Series)

Let's go, let go. Hold on to me, oh, oh kofi / event m.list / main m.list

You laid on the couch, exhausted from your night of fun and chaos. With your head resting on Jisung's chest, your thumb gently traced the tattoo on his side. The fabric blocked your touch, but you knew that the motion grounded both you and him.

"I still can't believe you won," he mumbled from above you.

"i still can't believe that you kept running into the other people." You let out a small chuckle. "Maybe staying on the same team would prevent a few more bumps."

"I'm not that clumsy."

You looked up at him, laughter bubbling up in your throat.

"You kind of are."

"I thought you loved me."

"I do love you. I just love making fun of you more."

You couldn't see it, but you knew that he rolled his eyes.

"If you didn't want me to see how you get when embarrassed, you shouldn't have introduced me to the guys."

It was true. Jisung had begrudgingly introduced you to the rest of the group when you visited him at - what you thought - was an empty recording studio. What was supposed to be a chill hangout where you'd listen to him work turned into a enjoyable interrogation.

"No," he huffed, "I shouldn't have left you alone Minho. He always gives you ammo when I'm not around."

You looked up, feeling your heart flutter as the dim lights of the room framed his pout. This was your kind of fairytale. Not something cookie cutter, but something constantly being rewritten.

The world passed by outside the window, but in here, in this little tower of yours, a prince slept alongside his princess.

Part of you was waiting for something to ruin, something to come and fight you for him.

You weren't a typical princess in a tower. If anything, you were the dragon and Jisung was okay with that. He never made you feel anything less than wanted.

"Turn off your brain." He whispered, having felt you fidgeting in his arms. "You're being too loud."

A short laugh came out of you as he pulled you closer, taking your head into the crook of his neck.

"You really love me as I am?" Your question was more for reassurance than actuality.

"Wouldn't still be here if I didn't." His words were genuine. "I would've run off with one of the guys first."

"Is that why Minho asked if he could have dibs if we broke up?"

"He did what?"

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