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EVENT GUIDELINES

PROMPT:

Prom season is big, but nothing is as awaited as the big Promposal that Jeongin is helping Bang Chan organize.

follow this post and check the comments to communicate with your club!

[fanficwriter5]

Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.

Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.

"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."

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[they-reap-what-we-sow]

His hyung was one of the most talented and dedicated people he knew, but Jeongin was pretty sure his fatal flaw was also those same things. The talent got trapped in the perfectionism, and the dedication meant that he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he was happy with his project. Thankfully, Jeongin was plenty used to being the outside party that made the hard decisions, and he was well versed at his job of pulling Channie Hyung out of his focus to see that the bigger picture was in fact incredible. This time, that meant pulling back the whiteboard scribbled over with all the ideas for the promposal, and showing that Chan that almost all of them would guarantee joyful tears of agreement, and every single one would result in a yes anyway, because who wouldn't want to go to prom with his amazing hyung.

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[raindrops-on-concrete]

"Look," Jeongin said, trying to calm his hyung down from his panicked state, "I don't think it matters which of the ideas you decide to go with, you'll do great either way. But if it gives you peace of mind, we can go through all of them again. Let's start with this one." He pointed to the top left corner of the whiteboard.

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

It was the simplest of all the ideas Chan had come up with, which wasn't saying much since it was still rather complicated. It involved the recipient getting a hand written note each day from one of their friends. Each note had a letter on it and when put together they spelled out PROM. On day four, Chan would give the final note (letter M) with a bouquet of roses and their favourite candy and ask them to prom. Simple in theory but banking on several factors (the askee keeping all the notes or remembering the letters in order, the friends actually getting the note to the recipient, Chan not panicking at the last second)

As soon as I.N pointed to it, Chan shook his head violently.

"It's too easy, it needs to be something special."

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

Jeongin groaned and tilted his head back. "Hyuuuuung, you are making this way more difficult than it needs to be. Fine, what about this one?" He pointed to the next idea located more towards the center of the board.

This idea included Chan renting a private single-engine plane that would carry a banner with "PROM?" written across it. Chan would then descend from a ladder, holding a bouquet of the recipient's favorite flowers.

Chan cringed, "Erm....maybe not that one seems a bit over the top..."

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[dogiloveturtles]

"Alright," Jeongin sighed, "What's another idea?"

Chan looked embarrassed, his ears turning bright red and a hand rubbing at his equally blushing neck.

"I thought maybe I could just keep it simple? Be straightforward and ask, " he said, unsure. "But where would I ask? And when? Would they even say yes?"

Jeongin took in how earnest he looked; at this moment, there was nothing Chan wanted more than getting this right.

"How about somewhere private, with a nice view?" He offered. "Somewhere where there's a romantic atmosphere, but you aren't worried about anybody watching you."

Chan considered this...

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[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Jeogin knew he had been nervous about the promposal for weeks now. Every day someone or the other had giant fanfare events that could be heard across campus, and then he'd hear tittering about it for the rest of the day. Most of the whispers he'd hears assured him that the elaborateness of the promposal did in fact chart directly with how much you loved your partner. That's a lot of pressure to put on a poster!

"I think that's perfect." He finally said, and seeing the relieved smile on his hyung's face, Jeogin knew that he had finally come to the realization that Channie Hyung and his partner were all that mattered. They weren't the public proposal kind of people anyways.

"Okay, then! Now the important part- we need to find the perfect place for the two of you, and write your speech!"

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

“Oh gosh! A speech. Right. I can do that. I write all the time! I’ll just-“ it was obvious that Chan was working himself up again, and right when everything seemed to be going well.

“Woah, hey, let’s not focus on the speech right now. Let’s start by picking a location. How’s that sound?” Chan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath like he was trying to manually reset himself. When he opened his eyes, he nodded at his dongsaeng.

“Yeah okay. That sounds good, but” There was a pause like he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. “does it need to be classically romantic or can it just be a place that’s special to us?”

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

Jeongin thought for a moment, "I think it would mean the most to them if it's somewhere that you both enjoy. Somewhere that has a special meaning to both of you."

Chan nodded, "Okay, then I have the perfect place. I'll ask them to accompany me to the place where we had our first date. I took them to a private garden that I found during my first few days here. To this day, I have yet to see anyone else there," a small genuine smile spread across his face as he looked down at his fingers. A light pink hue stretches from his neck to the tips of his ears.

@hanstattoos

[raindrops-on-concrete]

Jeongin admired the kind of relationship his hyung had with his partner. Even though they were all still young, the two of them seemed to be very mature in how they approached their relationship and their care for each other went deeper than just a silly high school crush. The way Chan talked about his partner was the way Jeongin wanted to talk about his own partner one day as well. It was no wonder Chan was so insistant this promposal had to be perfect.

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@akiraryuki

[akiraryuki]

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Jeongins mouth.

“It is truly a perfect place, hyung.” Jeongin nodded slowly his head, that faint smile still present on his face. Chan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Somehow, Jeongins approval meant to him more than he had expected.

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[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Nodding faintly, Chan wondered, "I don't wan't to make a huge show or anything, but maybe it would be nice if we had some lights? And maybe our song playing in the background?" Jeongin didn't know which garden Chan Hyung's promposal was set for, but a lot of the back gardens were old and sometimes decommissioned, which meant the pathways were unmaintained too. Of course his responsible elder was thinking for the practical safety of his partner. And well, music was the most important thing in Channie Hyung's life, second probably only to his partner.

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[raindrops-on-concrete]

"That sounds really nice, hyung," Jeongin said, smiling at him.

"Is that enough though? Maybe I should sing them the song instead of having it just play in the background?" Chan wondered aloud. "I could go back to our idea of hiring Jisung and Changbin as my backup dancers. Should I?" Chan paused in his spiraling for a moment. "No, they would hate that. That's not romantic at all. What am I thinking?"

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@akiraryuki

[akiraryuki]

“Calm down, hyung” Jeongin sighed and put his hands on Chan’s shoulders to ground him for a moment before starts spiraling again.

“As much as I love Hannie hyung and Binnie hyung, you are right. Them doing pirouettes in the background is far from something that fits a romantic scenery.” He chuckled softly at the sheer thought of those two doing a whole routine while Chan hyung would be seconds away from fainting from the stress of it all.

“Let’s start from the basics shall we?” Jeongin said. “You said no one is really visiting that garden. Is it even presentable now?” he asked.

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[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Jeongin could see Channie hyung recentering himself, and his brow furrowed as he thought. "It's not what most people would see as presentable, but that's the charm for them. The garden in its authentic state as nature wishes for it to be."

"The path there though... we haven't been in a while either, so it's really been running wild."

If he just sent Chan Hyung out with a machete to clear the brush in his white tank under the hot sun, Jeongin is pretty sure that would be an appealing enough promposal for his partner.

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@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

Wow, now he was getting sidetracked as well.

"How about this, hyung: We go to the garden today to see if the path is currently usable and think about where you want to put up the lights. Then we come back and make our plans for the time and date and we can start drafting your speech. How does that sound?"

Chan just looked at him and nodded.

Jeongin grinned, relieved they were on a more concrete path again. "Great! Let's go then!"

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@akiraryuki

[akiraryuki]

They walked for a bit longer than Jeongin expected and with every few steps there greenery around them was becoming more and more unkept. He started to have a second thought if they’ll be able to tackle it without a proper equipment.

“We’re almost there I promise…” Chan said with an apologetic smile on his face.

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[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Suddenly, they heard a crashing noise, and out of the trees behind them, burst Seungmin, panting and out of breath. "Have you seen about, fifteen chinchillas tied to about, fifty balloons?" Jeongin and Chan looked at each other, and then back to Seungmin. "If I say no," Chan started, "How much trouble are you about to be in?" "None with the school. Plenty with the Felix Promposal Organizational committee." Seungmin replied smartly. They all shuddered simultaneously. That was a rough spot to be in, but Chan and Jeongin couldn't help, and advised Seungmin instead...

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

"If you tied balloons to them, shouldn't they be super visible?," Jeongin said, confused about how one could lose fifteen chinchillas and fifty balloons at once.

"Well, technically yes," Seungmin started with a sort of sheepish look on his face, "but not if the balloons are green and they ran away into the bushes." Jeongin was still wondering why the hell someone would bring chinchillas tied to green balloons to a promposal of all things, but bit back a sarcastic comment. Seungmin was clearly in enough distress already.

"Have you tried luring them out with treats," Chan suggested instead.

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

"Oh. That's a good idea, actually. Thanks Hyung." and with that Seungmin pulls out his phone mumbling something about texting Han since he was 'sure Han knew what chinchillas ate as he practically is one'.

With that miniature crisis somewhat solved, Chan and IN continued their walk to the garden. Suddenly something rose up out of one of the bushes. It was a very small Chinchilla with a very full balloon and it was starting to float away.

"SEUNGMIN! I think we found your chinchillas!" Chan was just about to lung at the flying rodent when...

@hanstattoos

[hanstattoos]

He saw some MORE chinchillas just floating around near the path leading to the garden.

"No,this cannot be happening. Innie, those chinchillas arent ACTUALLY in the gardens...right?? Anywhere but there hahaha",Chan laughed nervously as he speedwalked towards the garden, with Jeongin following just behind.

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

"Please. Please. Please," Chan muttered as he finally made it to the gardens. Much to his horror, the Chinchillas were all over the gardens, and balloons littered the ground. "Oh come on..." he groaned.

Jeongin came up from behind him and saw everything, his eyes widening. "Okay, Hyung, don't freak out. It's going to be fine." Jeongin said, patting Chan on the shoulder. "We just have to...clean this up. Somehow."

@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

IN surveyed the damage. There were popped balloons, strings, chinchillas and of course all the things that come with chinchillas (yuck). He stooped down to start picking up some debris, avoiding the chinchillas as much as possible.

"Look on the bright side, Hyung, we still have a few days before the promposal. We can call Felix and co to come collect their chinchillas and then pick up all the trash and cut back the bushes. Then all we need to do is find a hose or something to spray off the sidewalks and get some solarpowered string lights to hang in the trees." Chan nodded shakily, still looking a bit shellshocked.

"Yeah... Yeah, you're right. It'll be fine."

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[they-reap-what-we-sow]

"I will get this taken care of, Hyung." I.N gently guided Chan away, dragging his eyes from where they were still stuck on the rodent size wreckages. "Why don't we work on something else in the meantime."

"R-right, yeah." Chan sighed, finally letting I.N pull him out of the garden. "I need to decide which version of the song I want to do," He looked down the long path, and then back at the garden.

"You don't think... that was a sign or something? Not to go through with this?"

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

"What? Hyung, No! You should still do this! I know you're nervous, but just because Seungmin messed up doesn't mean you give up." Jeongin said. "How about you go work on your speech while I get Felix and co. to help clean this mess up."

Chan nodded and let out a heavy sigh as he made his way back to the club room to decide which version of the song he was going to use and how he was going to ask.

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[raindrops-on-concrete]

Chan sat at a table in the corner of the club room, switching back and forth between tabs on his laptop. It was not an easy decision to make. On the one hand, the slower, more melodic version of the song was perfect for the romantic setting he was looking for. On the other hand, his partner was a big fan of the dubstep remix that he had made a while ago, so that was more like their song than the slow version. There was also the silly acapella version he had recorded one time while he was bored and couldn't fall asleep at 11pm. He wasn't considering it seriously at first but after failing to decide between the other two, he thought he might as well cover all his bases. The acapella version would make his partner laugh, for sure.

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

With that out of the way, all that was left to work on was the speech. But what should he say? He wanted it to be deep and meaningful, fully expressing how much he loves them and wants to make cheesy memories with them but at the same time he didn’t want it to be too long and them get bored.

The songs run time was only 3-ish minutes so if he kept his speech a similar amount of time it wouldn’t be too bad.

Great short and sweet and deep and meaningful. Yeah. He could do that. He’s a song writer for goodness sakes! So why can’t he come up with any words?

He pushed back his laptop and drops his head down onto the table with a loud thud just in time for someone to walk in the club room.

“Um… are you okay?”

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Chan squints up to see who has witnessed his moment of weakness and shame when he's meant to be a shining beacon of leadership for Teacup club... And then lets his head drop again, because it's just Hyunjin, who has seen him in much worse states.

"I'm thinking of shaving my hair and becoming a monk, eternally loveless and without material goods." He mumbles into the table.

Hyunjin tsks at him, running his hands though Chan's hair and sighing. "I heard there's someone who would be very disappointed if you got rid of your quote unquote lucious locks." Chan's head shoots up again.

"Then again I suppose a monk doesn't need to know that there's been rumors about a certain someone going prom shopping..."

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[fanficwriter5]

"Wait. Prom shopping?!" Chan said staring at Hyunjin, "Already?"He groaned and dropped his head once more. "How is it I haven't even asked them yet and they're already Prom shopping."

"Hyung, you're being a bit dramatic you know? And that saying a lot coming from me considering I'm the king of dramatics," Hyunjin sighed and sat next Chan. "Why haven't you asked yet? Honestly it's all they've been able to talk about. So if you leave to become a monk then that'll just devastate them."

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

"What are you so worried about hmm?" Hyunjin asked. "I don't think there's any doubt in their mind that you two are going to prom together. Your promposal is just a matter of formality."

"But it has to be perfect!" Chan insisted because it did. Because his partner deserved nothing less than perfection.

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@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

"Is your love for them wavering?" Hyunjin asked abruptly.

Chan recoiled, "What? No, of course not! I love them wholeheartedly."

"Do you lack giving then any of your attention or affection?"

He shook his head so fast it gave him a bit of vertigo, "I love them with all my heart and everything I am."

Hyunjin smiled, knowing that these were exactly the responses he expected, "Then, I think hyung, you love them as perfectly as you can, and there's nothing better you can give them."

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@neverendingstay

[neverendingstay]

"Really? Cause I feel like i-"

"Hyung" Hyunjin cut him off. "If you dont go do this i'll march over there and tell them myself, I swear" he threatened.

"Okay, okay! I will, I'll do it tonight" Chan conceded.

"Good, and you'll see that I was right" Hyunjin replied, leaning back with a smile.

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

"But what should I wear? Should I bring them flowers?" Chan worked himself into a panic again.

"Just be yourself. Do they like flowers? Then buy them flowers, or don't, they'll love it either way." Hyunjin made sure to look straight into Chan's eyes to make sure he got it this time. "I promise they'll love it either way."

Before Chan could say anything in reply, his phone rang. It was an out of breath sounding Jeongin. "Hi hyung! I have good news and bad news, which do you wanna hear first?"

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@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

"Oh god- tell me the bad. So I have something to live for afterwards."

Jeongin startled, staring down Chan, "Now what have we said about self talk like this?"

"I have many things to live for like myself and seven dongsaengs who love me." Chan recited tiredly.

"Right yes good, remember that. Now, the bad news."

"Hit me."

"In trying to lure the chinchillas out, they somehow managed to spill the entire bag. Now they DID get the chinchillas, buts apparently it's a very attractive wildlife treat and like, everything wants to eat it."

@neverendingstay

[neverendingstay]

Chan sighs. "And the good news?"

Jeongin hesitates. "Ummmm it luckily only attracts deer and herbivores so...... no rabid badger attacks?"

"Thats the good news?" Chan asks, running a hand through his hair.

"Yep, just trying to put a positive spin on things" jeongin replies with his signature cinnamon-roll smile. "Oh! Hows it going with the setup by the way?" He adds, suddenly excited.

@softdecode

[softdecode]

"Weeell", Chan starts, searching for Hyunjin gaze for encouragement, "I decided I'll tell them tonight." Hyunjin nods and smiles proudly at him. "Oh god, I'll really do it. It will be simple and from my heart."

"Everything will be fine, hyung!", he could hear the happiness in Jeongin's voice, "I know you'll sway them away! But, uhh, you will bring them to the garden?"

"Yeah, that's the plan?" Chan furrowed his brows "Is everything okay?"

"Uh, on a scale of 0 to 10, how much they like disney kind of scenarios?

"Jeongin-ah, just how many wildlife the treats attracted?"

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@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

There was a beat of silence on the other end.

"Jeongin-ah?" Chan inquired again.

"... you might want to start thinking about alternative locations."

Chan sighed. Of course not even the one thing they had managed to settle on turned out well for him.

Hyunjin, whp had only heard Chan's side of the conversation asked, "what's wrong?"

"Apparently, our maknaes managed to turn the garden I had picked as my promposal spot into a petting zoo."

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@neverendingstay

[neverendingstay]

"Thats even better! Just picture it, romantic candles, romantic garden, romantic deer" hyunjin rambled wistfully.

"No, thats not better! Im not doing this in a zoo! I knew it wouldnt work out, this is a sign!" Chan spiraled, staring at the ceiling.

"Relax hyung" jeongin supplied "it will be easy enough to find a new location"

"I guess your right" Chan conceded.

"I would want the deer just saying" hyunjin muttered

@softdecode

[stayblrofficial]

Part of the STAYBLR SKZ-OURAN EVENT

EVENT GUIDELINES

PROMPT:

Prom season is big, but nothing is as awaited as the big Promposal that Jeongin is helping Bang Chan organize.

follow this post and check the comments to communicate with your club!

[fanficwriter5]

Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.

Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.

"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

His hyung was one of the most talented and dedicated people he knew, but Jeongin was pretty sure his fatal flaw was also those same things. The talent got trapped in the perfectionism, and the dedication meant that he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he was happy with his project. Thankfully, Jeongin was plenty used to being the outside party that made the hard decisions, and he was well versed at his job of pulling Channie Hyung out of his focus to see that the bigger picture was in fact incredible. This time, that meant pulling back the whiteboard scribbled over with all the ideas for the promposal, and showing that Chan that almost all of them would guarantee joyful tears of agreement, and every single one would result in a yes anyway, because who wouldn't want to go to prom with his amazing hyung.

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[raindrops-on-concrete]

"Look," Jeongin said, trying to calm his hyung down from his panicked state, "I don't think it matters which of the ideas you decide to go with, you'll do great either way. But if it gives you peace of mind, we can go through all of them again. Let's start with this one." He pointed to the top left corner of the whiteboard.

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

It was the simplest of all the ideas Chan had come up with, which wasn't saying much since it was still rather complicated. It involved the recipient getting a hand written note each day from one of their friends. Each note had a letter on it and when put together they spelled out PROM. On day four, Chan would give the final note (letter M) with a bouquet of roses and their favourite candy and ask them to prom. Simple in theory but banking on several factors (the askee keeping all the notes or remembering the letters in order, the friends actually getting the note to the recipient, Chan not panicking at the last second)

As soon as I.N pointed to it, Chan shook his head violently.

"It's too easy, it needs to be something special."

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

Jeongin groaned and tilted his head back. "Hyuuuuung, you are making this way more difficult than it needs to be. Fine, what about this one?" He pointed to the next idea located more towards the center of the board.

This idea included Chan renting a private single-engine plane that would carry a banner with "PROM?" written across it. Chan would then descend from a ladder, holding a bouquet of the recipient's favorite flowers.

Chan cringed, "Erm....maybe not that one seems a bit over the top..."

@dogiloveturtles

[dogiloveturtles]

"Alright," Jeongin sighed, "What's another idea?"

Chan looked embarrassed, his ears turning bright red and a hand rubbing at his equally blushing neck.

"I thought maybe I could just keep it simple? Be straightforward and ask, " he said, unsure. "But where would I ask? And when? Would they even say yes?"

Jeongin took in how earnest he looked; at this moment, there was nothing Chan wanted more than getting this right.

"How about somewhere private, with a nice view?" He offered. "Somewhere where there's a romantic atmosphere, but you aren't worried about anybody watching you."

Chan considered this...

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Jeogin knew he had been nervous about the promposal for weeks now. Every day someone or the other had giant fanfare events that could be heard across campus, and then he'd hear tittering about it for the rest of the day. Most of the whispers he'd hears assured him that the elaborateness of the promposal did in fact chart directly with how much you loved your partner. That's a lot of pressure to put on a poster!

"I think that's perfect." He finally said, and seeing the relieved smile on his hyung's face, Jeogin knew that he had finally come to the realization that Channie Hyung and his partner were all that mattered. They weren't the public proposal kind of people anyways.

"Okay, then! Now the important part- we need to find the perfect place for the two of you, and write your speech!"

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

“Oh gosh! A speech. Right. I can do that. I write all the time! I’ll just-“ it was obvious that Chan was working himself up again, and right when everything seemed to be going well.

“Woah, hey, let’s not focus on the speech right now. Let’s start by picking a location. How’s that sound?” Chan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath like he was trying to manually reset himself. When he opened his eyes, he nodded at his dongsaeng.

“Yeah okay. That sounds good, but” There was a pause like he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. “does it need to be classically romantic or can it just be a place that’s special to us?”

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

Jeongin thought for a moment, "I think it would mean the most to them if it's somewhere that you both enjoy. Somewhere that has a special meaning to both of you."

Chan nodded, "Okay, then I have the perfect place. I'll ask them to accompany me to the place where we had our first date. I took them to a private garden that I found during my first few days here. To this day, I have yet to see anyone else there," a small genuine smile spread across his face as he looked down at his fingers. A light pink hue stretches from his neck to the tips of his ears.

@hanstattoos

[raindrops-on-concrete]

Jeongin admired the kind of relationship his hyung had with his partner. Even though they were all still young, the two of them seemed to be very mature in how they approached their relationship and their care for each other went deeper than just a silly high school crush. The way Chan talked about his partner was the way Jeongin wanted to talk about his own partner one day as well. It was no wonder Chan was so insistant this promposal had to be perfect.

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@akiraryuki

[akiraryuki]

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Jeongins mouth.

“It is truly a perfect place, hyung.” Jeongin nodded slowly his head, that faint smile still present on his face. Chan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Somehow, Jeongins approval meant to him more than he had expected.

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Nodding faintly, Chan wondered, "I don't wan't to make a huge show or anything, but maybe it would be nice if we had some lights? And maybe our song playing in the background?" Jeongin didn't know which garden Chan Hyung's promposal was set for, but a lot of the back gardens were old and sometimes decommissioned, which meant the pathways were unmaintained too. Of course his responsible elder was thinking for the practical safety of his partner. And well, music was the most important thing in Channie Hyung's life, second probably only to his partner.

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

"That sounds really nice, hyung," Jeongin said, smiling at him.

"Is that enough though? Maybe I should sing them the song instead of having it just play in the background?" Chan wondered aloud. "I could go back to our idea of hiring Jisung and Changbin as my backup dancers. Should I?" Chan paused in his spiraling for a moment. "No, they would hate that. That's not romantic at all. What am I thinking?"

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@akiraryuki

[akiraryuki]

“Calm down, hyung” Jeongin sighed and put his hands on Chan’s shoulders to ground him for a moment before starts spiraling again.

“As much as I love Hannie hyung and Binnie hyung, you are right. Them doing pirouettes in the background is far from something that fits a romantic scenery.” He chuckled softly at the sheer thought of those two doing a whole routine while Chan hyung would be seconds away from fainting from the stress of it all.

“Let’s start from the basics shall we?” Jeongin said. “You said no one is really visiting that garden. Is it even presentable now?” he asked.

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Jeongin could see Channie hyung recentering himself, and his brow furrowed as he thought. "It's not what most people would see as presentable, but that's the charm for them. The garden in its authentic state as nature wishes for it to be."

"The path there though... we haven't been in a while either, so it's really been running wild."

If he just sent Chan Hyung out with a machete to clear the brush in his white tank under the hot sun, Jeongin is pretty sure that would be an appealing enough promposal for his partner.

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@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

Wow, now he was getting sidetracked as well.

"How about this, hyung: We go to the garden today to see if the path is currently usable and think about where you want to put up the lights. Then we come back and make our plans for the time and date and we can start drafting your speech. How does that sound?"

Chan just looked at him and nodded.

Jeongin grinned, relieved they were on a more concrete path again. "Great! Let's go then!"

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@akiraryuki

[akiraryuki]

They walked for a bit longer than Jeongin expected and with every few steps there greenery around them was becoming more and more unkept. He started to have a second thought if they’ll be able to tackle it without a proper equipment.

“We’re almost there I promise…” Chan said with an apologetic smile on his face.

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Suddenly, they heard a crashing noise, and out of the trees behind them, burst Seungmin, panting and out of breath. "Have you seen about, fifteen chinchillas tied to about, fifty balloons?" Jeongin and Chan looked at each other, and then back to Seungmin. "If I say no," Chan started, "How much trouble are you about to be in?" "None with the school. Plenty with the Felix Promposal Organizational committee." Seungmin replied smartly. They all shuddered simultaneously. That was a rough spot to be in, but Chan and Jeongin couldn't help, and advised Seungmin instead...

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

"If you tied balloons to them, shouldn't they be super visible?," Jeongin said, confused about how one could lose fifteen chinchillas and fifty balloons at once.

"Well, technically yes," Seungmin started with a sort of sheepish look on his face, "but not if the balloons are green and they ran away into the bushes." Jeongin was still wondering why the hell someone would bring chinchillas tied to green balloons to a promposal of all things, but bit back a sarcastic comment. Seungmin was clearly in enough distress already.

"Have you tried luring them out with treats," Chan suggested instead.

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

"Oh. That's a good idea, actually. Thanks Hyung." and with that Seungmin pulls out his phone mumbling something about texting Han since he was 'sure Han knew what chinchillas ate as he practically is one'.

With that miniature crisis somewhat solved, Chan and IN continued their walk to the garden. Suddenly something rose up out of one of the bushes. It was a very small Chinchilla with a very full balloon and it was starting to float away.

"SEUNGMIN! I think we found your chinchillas!" Chan was just about to lung at the flying rodent when...

@hanstattoos

[hanstattoos]

He saw some MORE chinchillas just floating around near the path leading to the garden.

"No,this cannot be happening. Innie, those chinchillas arent ACTUALLY in the gardens...right?? Anywhere but there hahaha",Chan laughed nervously as he speedwalked towards the garden, with Jeongin following just behind.

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

"Please. Please. Please," Chan muttered as he finally made it to the gardens. Much to his horror, the Chinchillas were all over the gardens, and balloons littered the ground. "Oh come on..." he groaned.

Jeongin came up from behind him and saw everything, his eyes widening. "Okay, Hyung, don't freak out. It's going to be fine." Jeongin said, patting Chan on the shoulder. "We just have to...clean this up. Somehow."

@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

IN surveyed the damage. There were popped balloons, strings, chinchillas and of course all the things that come with chinchillas (yuck). He stooped down to start picking up some debris, avoiding the chinchillas as much as possible.

"Look on the bright side, Hyung, we still have a few days before the promposal. We can call Felix and co to come collect their chinchillas and then pick up all the trash and cut back the bushes. Then all we need to do is find a hose or something to spray off the sidewalks and get some solarpowered string lights to hang in the trees." Chan nodded shakily, still looking a bit shellshocked.

"Yeah... Yeah, you're right. It'll be fine."

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

"I will get this taken care of, Hyung." I.N gently guided Chan away, dragging his eyes from where they were still stuck on the rodent size wreckages. "Why don't we work on something else in the meantime."

"R-right, yeah." Chan sighed, finally letting I.N pull him out of the garden. "I need to decide which version of the song I want to do," He looked down the long path, and then back at the garden.

"You don't think... that was a sign or something? Not to go through with this?"

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

"What? Hyung, No! You should still do this! I know you're nervous, but just because Seungmin messed up doesn't mean you give up." Jeongin said. "How about you go work on your speech while I get Felix and co. to help clean this mess up."

Chan nodded and let out a heavy sigh as he made his way back to the club room to decide which version of the song he was going to use and how he was going to ask.

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

Chan sat at a table in the corner of the club room, switching back and forth between tabs on his laptop. It was not an easy decision to make. On the one hand, the slower, more melodic version of the song was perfect for the romantic setting he was looking for. On the other hand, his partner was a big fan of the dubstep remix that he had made a while ago, so that was more like their song than the slow version. There was also the silly acapella version he had recorded one time while he was bored and couldn't fall asleep at 11pm. He wasn't considering it seriously at first but after failing to decide between the other two, he thought he might as well cover all his bases. The acapella version would make his partner laugh, for sure.

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

With that out of the way, all that was left to work on was the speech. But what should he say? He wanted it to be deep and meaningful, fully expressing how much he loves them and wants to make cheesy memories with them but at the same time he didn’t want it to be too long and them get bored.

The songs run time was only 3-ish minutes so if he kept his speech a similar amount of time it wouldn’t be too bad.

Great short and sweet and deep and meaningful. Yeah. He could do that. He’s a song writer for goodness sakes! So why can’t he come up with any words?

He pushed back his laptop and drops his head down onto the table with a loud thud just in time for someone to walk in the club room.

“Um… are you okay?”

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Chan squints up to see who has witnessed his moment of weakness and shame when he's meant to be a shining beacon of leadership for Teacup club... And then lets his head drop again, because it's just Hyunjin, who has seen him in much worse states.

"I'm thinking of shaving my hair and becoming a monk, eternally loveless and without material goods." He mumbles into the table.

Hyunjin tsks at him, running his hands though Chan's hair and sighing. "I heard there's someone who would be very disappointed if you got rid of your quote unquote lucious locks." Chan's head shoots up again.

"Then again I suppose a monk doesn't need to know that there's been rumors about a certain someone going prom shopping..."

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@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

"Wait. Prom shopping?!" Chan said staring at Hyunjin, "Already?"He groaned and dropped his head once more. "How is it I haven't even asked them yet and they're already Prom shopping."

"Hyung, you're being a bit dramatic you know? And that saying a lot coming from me considering I'm the king of dramatics," Hyunjin sighed and sat next Chan. "Why haven't you asked yet? Honestly it's all they've been able to talk about. So if you leave to become a monk then that'll just devastate them."

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

"What are you so worried about hmm?" Hyunjin asked. "I don't think there's any doubt in their mind that you two are going to prom together. Your promposal is just a matter of formality."

"But it has to be perfect!" Chan insisted because it did. Because his partner deserved nothing less than perfection.

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@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

"Is your love for them wavering?" Hyunjin asked abruptly.

Chan recoiled, "What? No, of course not! I love them wholeheartedly."

"Do you lack giving then any of your attention or affection?"

He shook his head so fast it gave him a bit of vertigo, "I love them with all my heart and everything I am."

Hyunjin smiled, knowing that these were exactly the responses he expected, "Then, I think hyung, you love them as perfectly as you can, and there's nothing better you can give them."

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@neverendingstay

[neverendingstay]

"Really? Cause I feel like i-"

"Hyung" Hyunjin cut him off. "If you dont go do this i'll march over there and tell them myself, I swear" he threatened.

"Okay, okay! I will, I'll do it tonight" Chan conceded.

"Good, and you'll see that I was right" Hyunjin replied, leaning back with a smile.

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

"But what should I wear? Should I bring them flowers?" Chan worked himself into a panic again.

"Just be yourself. Do they like flowers? Then buy them flowers, or don't, they'll love it either way." Hyunjin made sure to look straight into Chan's eyes to make sure he got it this time. "I promise they'll love it either way."

Before Chan could say anything in reply, his phone rang. It was an out of breath sounding Jeongin. "Hi hyung! I have good news and bad news, which do you wanna hear first?"

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@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

"Oh god- tell me the bad. So I have something to live for afterwards."

Jeongin startled, staring down Chan, "Now what have we said about self talk like this?"

"I have many things to live for like myself and seven dongsaengs who love me." Chan recited tiredly.

"Right yes good, remember that. Now, the bad news."

"Hit me."

"In trying to lure the chinchillas out, they somehow managed to spill the entire bag. Now they DID get the chinchillas, buts apparently it's a very attractive wildlife treat and like, everything wants to eat it."

@neverendingstay

[neverendingstay]

Chan sighs. "And the good news?"

Jeongin hesitates. "Ummmm it luckily only attracts deer and herbivores so...... no rabid badger attacks?"

"Thats the good news?" Chan asks, running a hand through his hair.

"Yep, just trying to put a positive spin on things" jeongin replies with his signature cinnamon-roll smile. "Oh! Hows it going with the setup by the way?" He adds, suddenly excited.

@softdecode

[stayblrofficial]

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[fanficwriter5]

Chan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands through his hair, "This isn't going to work, Jeongin." Chan was panicking and stressing over trying to get this to be the absolute perfect promposal.

Jeongin sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately, "Hyung, calm down. Everything will be fine." Jeongin tried to reassure Chan, but sadly, it was to no avail.

"No! It has to be perfect! I mean, not a single flaw. Perfect."

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

His hyung was one of the most talented and dedicated people he knew, but Jeongin was pretty sure his fatal flaw was also those same things. The talent got trapped in the perfectionism, and the dedication meant that he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he was happy with his project. Thankfully, Jeongin was plenty used to being the outside party that made the hard decisions, and he was well versed at his job of pulling Channie Hyung out of his focus to see that the bigger picture was in fact incredible. This time, that meant pulling back the whiteboard scribbled over with all the ideas for the promposal, and showing that Chan that almost all of them would guarantee joyful tears of agreement, and every single one would result in a yes anyway, because who wouldn't want to go to prom with his amazing hyung.

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[raindrops-on-concrete]

"Look," Jeongin said, trying to calm his hyung down from his panicked state, "I don't think it matters which of the ideas you decide to go with, you'll do great either way. But if it gives you peace of mind, we can go through all of them again. Let's start with this one." He pointed to the top left corner of the whiteboard.

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

It was the simplest of all the ideas Chan had come up with, which wasn't saying much since it was still rather complicated. It involved the recipient getting a hand written note each day from one of their friends. Each note had a letter on it and when put together they spelled out PROM. On day four, Chan would give the final note (letter M) with a bouquet of roses and their favourite candy and ask them to prom. Simple in theory but banking on several factors (the askee keeping all the notes or remembering the letters in order, the friends actually getting the note to the recipient, Chan not panicking at the last second)

As soon as I.N pointed to it, Chan shook his head violently.

"It's too easy, it needs to be something special."

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

Jeongin groaned and tilted his head back. "Hyuuuuung, you are making this way more difficult than it needs to be. Fine, what about this one?" He pointed to the next idea located more towards the center of the board.

This idea included Chan renting a private single-engine plane that would carry a banner with "PROM?" written across it. Chan would then descend from a ladder, holding a bouquet of the recipient's favorite flowers.

Chan cringed, "Erm....maybe not that one seems a bit over the top..."

@dogiloveturtles

[dogiloveturtles]

"Alright," Jeongin sighed, "What's another idea?"

Chan looked embarrassed, his ears turning bright red and a hand rubbing at his equally blushing neck.

"I thought maybe I could just keep it simple? Be straightforward and ask, " he said, unsure. "But where would I ask? And when? Would they even say yes?"

Jeongin took in how earnest he looked; at this moment, there was nothing Chan wanted more than getting this right.

"How about somewhere private, with a nice view?" He offered. "Somewhere where there's a romantic atmosphere, but you aren't worried about anybody watching you."

Chan considered this...

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Jeogin knew he had been nervous about the promposal for weeks now. Every day someone or the other had giant fanfare events that could be heard across campus, and then he'd hear tittering about it for the rest of the day. Most of the whispers he'd hears assured him that the elaborateness of the promposal did in fact chart directly with how much you loved your partner. That's a lot of pressure to put on a poster!

"I think that's perfect." He finally said, and seeing the relieved smile on his hyung's face, Jeogin knew that he had finally come to the realization that Channie Hyung and his partner were all that mattered. They weren't the public proposal kind of people anyways.

"Okay, then! Now the important part- we need to find the perfect place for the two of you, and write your speech!"

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

“Oh gosh! A speech. Right. I can do that. I write all the time! I’ll just-“ it was obvious that Chan was working himself up again, and right when everything seemed to be going well.

“Woah, hey, let’s not focus on the speech right now. Let’s start by picking a location. How’s that sound?” Chan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath like he was trying to manually reset himself. When he opened his eyes, he nodded at his dongsaeng.

“Yeah okay. That sounds good, but” There was a pause like he wasn’t quite sure what to say next. “does it need to be classically romantic or can it just be a place that’s special to us?”

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

Jeongin thought for a moment, "I think it would mean the most to them if it's somewhere that you both enjoy. Somewhere that has a special meaning to both of you."

Chan nodded, "Okay, then I have the perfect place. I'll ask them to accompany me to the place where we had our first date. I took them to a private garden that I found during my first few days here. To this day, I have yet to see anyone else there," a small genuine smile spread across his face as he looked down at his fingers. A light pink hue stretches from his neck to the tips of his ears.

@hanstattoos

[raindrops-on-concrete]

Jeongin admired the kind of relationship his hyung had with his partner. Even though they were all still young, the two of them seemed to be very mature in how they approached their relationship and their care for each other went deeper than just a silly high school crush. The way Chan talked about his partner was the way Jeongin wanted to talk about his own partner one day as well. It was no wonder Chan was so insistant this promposal had to be perfect.

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@akiraryuki

[akiraryuki]

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Jeongins mouth.

“It is truly a perfect place, hyung.” Jeongin nodded slowly his head, that faint smile still present on his face. Chan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Somehow, Jeongins approval meant to him more than he had expected.

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Nodding faintly, Chan wondered, "I don't wan't to make a huge show or anything, but maybe it would be nice if we had some lights? And maybe our song playing in the background?" Jeongin didn't know which garden Chan Hyung's promposal was set for, but a lot of the back gardens were old and sometimes decommissioned, which meant the pathways were unmaintained too. Of course his responsible elder was thinking for the practical safety of his partner. And well, music was the most important thing in Channie Hyung's life, second probably only to his partner.

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

"That sounds really nice, hyung," Jeongin said, smiling at him.

"Is that enough though? Maybe I should sing them the song instead of having it just play in the background?" Chan wondered aloud. "I could go back to our idea of hiring Jisung and Changbin as my backup dancers. Should I?" Chan paused in his spiraling for a moment. "No, they would hate that. That's not romantic at all. What am I thinking?"

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@akiraryuki

[akiraryuki]

“Calm down, hyung” Jeongin sighed and put his hands on Chan’s shoulders to ground him for a moment before starts spiraling again.

“As much as I love Hannie hyung and Binnie hyung, you are right. Them doing pirouettes in the background is far from something that fits a romantic scenery.” He chuckled softly at the sheer thought of those two doing a whole routine while Chan hyung would be seconds away from fainting from the stress of it all.

“Let’s start from the basics shall we?” Jeongin said. “You said no one is really visiting that garden. Is it even presentable now?” he asked.

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Jeongin could see Channie hyung recentering himself, and his brow furrowed as he thought. "It's not what most people would see as presentable, but that's the charm for them. The garden in its authentic state as nature wishes for it to be."

"The path there though... we haven't been in a while either, so it's really been running wild."

If he just sent Chan Hyung out with a machete to clear the brush in his white tank under the hot sun, Jeongin is pretty sure that would be an appealing enough promposal for his partner.

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@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

Wow, now he was getting sidetracked as well.

"How about this, hyung: We go to the garden today to see if the path is currently usable and think about where you want to put up the lights. Then we come back and make our plans for the time and date and we can start drafting your speech. How does that sound?"

Chan just looked at him and nodded.

Jeongin grinned, relieved they were on a more concrete path again. "Great! Let's go then!"

---

@akiraryuki

[akiraryuki]

They walked for a bit longer than Jeongin expected and with every few steps there greenery around them was becoming more and more unkept. He started to have a second thought if they’ll be able to tackle it without a proper equipment.

“We’re almost there I promise…” Chan said with an apologetic smile on his face.

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Suddenly, they heard a crashing noise, and out of the trees behind them, burst Seungmin, panting and out of breath. "Have you seen about, fifteen chinchillas tied to about, fifty balloons?" Jeongin and Chan looked at each other, and then back to Seungmin. "If I say no," Chan started, "How much trouble are you about to be in?" "None with the school. Plenty with the Felix Promposal Organizational committee." Seungmin replied smartly. They all shuddered simultaneously. That was a rough spot to be in, but Chan and Jeongin couldn't help, and advised Seungmin instead...

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

"If you tied balloons to them, shouldn't they be super visible?," Jeongin said, confused about how one could lose fifteen chinchillas and fifty balloons at once.

"Well, technically yes," Seungmin started with a sort of sheepish look on his face, "but not if the balloons are green and they ran away into the bushes." Jeongin was still wondering why the hell someone would bring chinchillas tied to green balloons to a promposal of all things, but bit back a sarcastic comment. Seungmin was clearly in enough distress already.

"Have you tried luring them out with treats," Chan suggested instead.

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@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

"Oh. That's a good idea, actually. Thanks Hyung." and with that Seungmin pulls out his phone mumbling something about texting Han since he was 'sure Han knew what chinchillas ate as he practically is one'.

With that miniature crisis somewhat solved, Chan and IN continued their walk to the garden. Suddenly something rose up out of one of the bushes. It was a very small Chinchilla with a very full balloon and it was starting to float away.

"SEUNGMIN! I think we found your chinchillas!" Chan was just about to lung at the flying rodent when...

@hanstattoos

[hanstattoos]

He saw some MORE chinchillas just floating around near the path leading to the garden.

"No,this cannot be happening. Innie, those chinchillas arent ACTUALLY in the gardens...right?? Anywhere but there hahaha",Chan laughed nervously as he speedwalked towards the garden, with Jeongin following just behind.

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

"Please. Please. Please," Chan muttered as he finally made it to the gardens. Much to his horror, the Chinchillas were all over the gardens, and balloons littered the ground. "Oh come on..." he groaned.

Jeongin came up from behind him and saw everything, his eyes widening. "Okay, Hyung, don't freak out. It's going to be fine." Jeongin said, patting Chan on the shoulder. "We just have to...clean this up. Somehow."

@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

IN surveyed the damage. There were popped balloons, strings, chinchillas and of course all the things that come with chinchillas (yuck). He stooped down to start picking up some debris, avoiding the chinchillas as much as possible.

"Look on the bright side, Hyung, we still have a few days before the promposal. We can call Felix and co to come collect their chinchillas and then pick up all the trash and cut back the bushes. Then all we need to do is find a hose or something to spray off the sidewalks and get some solarpowered string lights to hang in the trees." Chan nodded shakily, still looking a bit shellshocked.

"Yeah... Yeah, you're right. It'll be fine."

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

"I will get this taken care of, Hyung." I.N gently guided Chan away, dragging his eyes from where they were still stuck on the rodent size wreckages. "Why don't we work on something else in the meantime."

"R-right, yeah." Chan sighed, finally letting I.N pull him out of the garden. "I need to decide which version of the song I want to do," He looked down the long path, and then back at the garden.

"You don't think... that was a sign or something? Not to go through with this?"

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

"What? Hyung, No! You should still do this! I know you're nervous, but just because Seungmin messed up doesn't mean you give up." Jeongin said. "How about you go work on your speech while I get Felix and co. to help clean this mess up."

Chan nodded and let out a heavy sigh as he made his way back to the club room to decide which version of the song he was going to use and how he was going to ask.

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

Chan sat at a table in the corner of the club room, switching back and forth between tabs on his laptop. It was not an easy decision to make. On the one hand, the slower, more melodic version of the song was perfect for the romantic setting he was looking for. On the other hand, his partner was a big fan of the dubstep remix that he had made a while ago, so that was more like their song than the slow version. There was also the silly acapella version he had recorded one time while he was bored and couldn't fall asleep at 11pm. He wasn't considering it seriously at first but after failing to decide between the other two, he thought he might as well cover all his bases. The acapella version would make his partner laugh, for sure.

---

@0sunshinecryptid0

[0sunshinecryptid0]

With that out of the way, all that was left to work on was the speech. But what should he say? He wanted it to be deep and meaningful, fully expressing how much he loves them and wants to make cheesy memories with them but at the same time he didn’t want it to be too long and them get bored.

The songs run time was only 3-ish minutes so if he kept his speech a similar amount of time it wouldn’t be too bad.

Great short and sweet and deep and meaningful. Yeah. He could do that. He’s a song writer for goodness sakes! So why can’t he come up with any words?

He pushed back his laptop and drops his head down onto the table with a loud thud just in time for someone to walk in the club room.

“Um… are you okay?”

@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

Chan squints up to see who has witnessed his moment of weakness and shame when he's meant to be a shining beacon of leadership for Teacup club... And then lets his head drop again, because it's just Hyunjin, who has seen him in much worse states.

"I'm thinking of shaving my hair and becoming a monk, eternally loveless and without material goods." He mumbles into the table.

Hyunjin tsks at him, running his hands though Chan's hair and sighing. "I heard there's someone who would be very disappointed if you got rid of your quote unquote lucious locks." Chan's head shoots up again.

"Then again I suppose a monk doesn't need to know that there's been rumors about a certain someone going prom shopping..."

---

@fanficwriter5

[fanficwriter5]

"Wait. Prom shopping?!" Chan said staring at Hyunjin, "Already?"He groaned and dropped his head once more. "How is it I haven't even asked them yet and they're already Prom shopping."

"Hyung, you're being a bit dramatic you know? And that saying a lot coming from me considering I'm the king of dramatics," Hyunjin sighed and sat next Chan. "Why haven't you asked yet? Honestly it's all they've been able to talk about. So if you leave to become a monk then that'll just devastate them."

@raindrops-on-concrete

[raindrops-on-concrete]

"What are you so worried about hmm?" Hyunjin asked. "I don't think there's any doubt in their mind that you two are going to prom together. Your promposal is just a matter of formality."

"But it has to be perfect!" Chan insisted because it did. Because his partner deserved nothing less than perfection.

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@they-reap-what-we-sow

[they-reap-what-we-sow]

"Is your love for them wavering?" Hyunjin asked abruptly.

Chan recoiled, "What? No, of course not! I love them wholeheartedly."

"Do you lack giving then any of your attention or affection?"

He shook his head so fast it gave him a bit of vertigo, "I love them with all my heart and everything I am."

Hyunjin smiled, knowing that these were exactly the responses he expected, "Then, I think hyung, you love them as perfectly as you can, and there's nothing better you can give them."

---

@neverendingstay

[neverendingstay]

"Really? Cause I feel like i-"

"Hyung" Hyunjin cut him off. "If you dont go do this i'll march over there and tell them myself, I swear" he threatened.

"Okay, okay! I will, I'll do it tonight" Chan conceded.

"Good, and you'll see that I was right" Hyunjin replied, leaning back with a smile.

@raindrops-on-concrete

[intrikatie]

Haven't said anything here for a hot minute.

FUCK AI!

Screaming that was a good use of my time.

[apcqlypse]

thanks for the tag @lady-st4rdustt 💕💕 i made a new post because the old one was getting super long :)

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and continue to generate using your name or online name until it get to something that perfectly describes you

(its probably sloth)

np tags @cherrylusstuff @ineffablelyqueerwolfstarshipper @cornishpadfoot @iconicfrangipani @doutzen-taylors-version

[ineffablelyqueerwolfstarshipper]

Thanks for the tag :)

Okay but why was this the first one?

@chronicallyonlinebitch @thepicklekingog @i-eat-asphalt @bricksandbirds @petalsblooming @prumbus-bumbus @teagandoesstuff @behind-blue-eyes-remastered @hey-look-at-the-stars @landofshazza and anybody else who wants to!

[chronicallyonlinebitch]

thanks for the tag :)

😭😭

@lastpigeonparty @mixed-match-archive @astrophelthegremlin @thatoneartist-inthecorner @frooglet @gay-ass-nerd0w0 @baskabytheanglerfish @cerulean156 @literary-chameleon @rushedname112 @grandpappypickle @houseofcrack @gayfurbyboi and anyone who wants to join hehe :)

[its-oliver-bitches]

Sighhh

yes I do

(Open tags)

[humble-introvert0808]

Tis a blessing and a curse sadly 😔

@reinafish @lucidheart3 @the-crazy-echidna-lady @amy-r0z3 @rayzyart @luv-again @somthinleezy @bojjeii @thelemonfrog25 @warriorofchaos223 @kokiriforrest @clobertina @jjdrawstuff & YOU!!!!!

[raysramblings]

IM CRYIFN THID IS SO TRUE 😭😭💔

no pressure tags: @aneldritchentity @chickenwaffles17 @fenyasnonsense @spacewlf + anyone else who’d like to join

[fenya-stays]

This is correct lmao

@lov3rachan @blueohs @umwaitwhatwhy @aneldritchentity

[blueohs]

thanks for the tag!

@intrikatie @oddinary-cat @angstraykids

[intrikatie]

thanks for the tag Blue!!!

I know my Stayblr Moots will agree with this... and we won't mention the fact that I only had to generate one further response. (but alas I do not have a whale under my bed... though that would explain why I'm not in it often)

No pressure tags: @skzdreamer13 @neverendingstay @minniesmutt & @kpopwerewolf

[neverendingstay]

Thanks Katie (and yes its very true)

I think ive been called out, and im proud of it

No pressure:) @calypsohan @umwaitwhatwhy <3

[neverendingstay]

Why is Stayblr allowing Minors to interact with nsfw content?

We actually highly discourage minors from interacting with nsfw content. This has been a rule since day one (you can see the excerpt of our rules regarding this below) but, we cannot watch every single person and what they interact with. If we catch it within the community we deal with it, but outside of the community, you are welcome to block the minor in question. Stayblr Staff is not here to police what everyone does but if the problem persists staff will properly handle it

[straywrds]

How to spot AI use in fics: an unofficial & friendly guide (July 2025)

Hi everyone~ I don’t think this post will come as a surprise to anybody. It is a joint effort with @cb97percent—a lot of the research you see on here is hers. We spent a considerable amount of time trying to understand ChatGPT in order to recognize its patterns. It doesn’t mean, however, that it helped us understand the people who sit in front of it, feed it a few prompts to generate fics, and then post those fics as theirs on here or onto other online spaces. That, I will never fathom. 

But if you’re like me, like us, and like the few people who have voiced their wish to avoid those AI-assisted or AI-generated fics but have no idea what they might look like, this post might be for you. And… this other post, beautifully and eloquently put together by our very miss @cb97percent, shows a perhaps even darker side of the story. It displays GPT’s “personality”, and how people can spot it. (Because, yes—some of these accounts use it to interact with their audience)

It’s just tumblr, it’s just rpf/fanfic, why do I think it’s so important: because what happens in subculture spaces matters. What the audience chooses to read, to give notes/likes/reblogs/interactions to is a vote of sorts. You can see it as a form of election almost. What gets interactions prevails. So, readers cast their votes every day by scrolling the tags, sampling, reading, and then choosing to leave comments or interactions, or not. So if more and more people use AI to generate fics, post them on here, and if more of the audience gives them interactions, soon enough, it’s all that will remain on fanfic spaces. 

And what happens in subculture spaces usually shifts in culture. We are already seeing it. By allowing it to happen in our online spaces, our ao3, our tumblr, and others, we are saying: let it happen in our novels, too. In our films, our video games, our music, our visual arts. And while I realize it’s pretty much inevitable, I decided I would not be passive about it. 

So—a few tips to help notice AI-generated content in fics (but it got longer than I thought it would)

This is knowledge I gathered by running limited experiments primarily on ChatGPT and a little bit on Gemini. With time, those AIs will learn more and this post will be outdated for the most part. I am also NOT an expert at ALL. This is really just based on those experiments and the things I saw on tumblr or other fic spaces.

↬ Clinical language: Most fics are generated on ChatGPT. It has an unmistakable, clinical voice that mimics human emotion without actually breaching it—look for overly poetic sentences but short paragraphs + a lot of paragraphs breaks. The lyricism won't serve a purpose in the storytelling, it will be hollow. It's a strange feeling once you spot it: that line between clinical and lyric. Uncanny.

If you know me, you know I'm all for imagery and metaphors, but... The prompt here was two friends reunited after a long time + friends to lovers. Oh, and I should probably get this out of the way—GPT adores everything sacred and religious and holy. It might be an easy shortcut when there is yearning to be written—what else are you gonna do when you've never felt it or anything else?

You can see how quick it is to go from one thing to the other, there's no lingering on any emotion or feeling, just clean vocabulary, clinical, short sentences. And holy stuff. So much religious stuff.

↬ Dialogue tags: ask any seasoned author “how can I replace the ‘said’ dialogue tag and they’ll probably just tell you to use said. It's basically invisible and allows for a better flow in both reading and writing because it doesn't catch the eye. I found that ChatGPT sometimes used "said" and other times avoided it at all costs—there was no in-between. However, other times, it didn't really use any, since its sentences are so straightforward.

And then it will just throw any other words at you:

I've seen a lot—“You melt.” “You cling to him.” "He grins." All that stuff.

Also: This isn't something I can provide an example for because it's something you feel with your heart, but humans are awkward! They are uncomfortable in romantic or other situations. They have humor that relates to culture, to past experiences, to real life.

GPT is only creating an illusion of that. True love, but make it under 10k. To me, GPT's generated stuff feels like a collab between Hallmark movies and Booktok. It utilizes shortcuts to make readers think of emotions as opposed to authors who evoke them.

↬ Unusual text formatting: I’m aware that there have been trends on here with certain formatting styles with bold and italics for example. I’ve seen it in the last two-ish years in fics themselves, but in the last few months, with the growing use of AI, it’s exponential. 

How a human author would use italics: to emphasize a word in a sentence, when there is a written letter in a chapter (or even a text message), song lyrics, etc. You get it. 

How AI uses italics: Well, for a first, it uses it a lot. No, I mean, like. A LOT. It won’t just emphasize one word out of the sentence, it will emphasize entire parts of it using italics, which isn’t something that was ever typical in a novel-like genre before. Quick example: 

How a human author would use boldface: maybe to emphasize a word in a paragraph that's already italicized, or I know sometimes people use it to mark the passage of time/time jumps, etc. It's really not something you see a lot in the text itself otherwise, except for occasional stylistic choices with purpose, or in text message format again (or chat, like a social media AU etc), something of the sort.

How AI uses boldface: well. It uses it a lot. I've seen it in all sorts of ways. Randomly on a character's name, or the first time a character is mentioned in a story/chapter. Chatgpt uses boldface on character's names a lot. Or on words of a sentence that the AI considers "dark" or more harsh. Example:

(was that another religious metaphor? what a surprise!) But I think those examples speak for themselves.

What about the em dash? Everyone's talking about the em dash.

Yeah well—I'm a huge fan of the em dash. (the irony...) It's true that AIs use them a lot, but so do many authors including myself.

HOWEVER, I've noticed something, and it's that in many cases, humans use the em dash without spaces between the words—like this. And the AIs often put a space between the dash and the word — like that. Because you see one or the other doesn't necessarily prove anything, I know, but I still thought I'd mention it.

↬ Random indented text: This is also something that a human can do, I'm aware. But ChatGPT, by default, uses indented text a lot (which are 'blockquotes' over there). I think it's because at it's core, it's a research tool and it's more of a visual thing. It'll give you a paragraph and then emphasize something using an indentation, making it look like note-taking almost.

In the case of fiction, of a fic—it'll use that indentation on a dialogue often. To me, it feels like it's doing it for some sort of dramatic effect or something. As such:

(in this example, the prompt was simple: a handsome, mysterious man named Jinu 🤭 meets MC for the first time. I didn't input any other specifics regarding context. It seems GPT made the location some coffee shop, a common booktok trope.)

By the way, you can't make this up. You have it all here: the blockquote/indented text, the italics, the boldface, the vocabulary and succinct sentences...

⇉ Why it's important: When you copy paste directly from the GPT website onto tumblr, those blockquotes adopt the "Indented" text format from the tumblr text editor. By default—so it could be a decent indicator of AI-assisted or generated text that hasn't even been edited to look otherwise.

It looks like this.

↬ Oat milk? : There was no place for these observations in this post but it is almost humorous the way ChatGPT suggested or reused some of the same flavors and scents over and over during this experiment. If GPT was a real person, it would be really into coffees or teas with oat milk (often no ice for cold drinks, or extra hot for warm) and vetiver-centered scents. I don't know what to do with this information, but I cannot unsee it. It really likes eucalyptus too, tonka bean... I'm not sure what it means, but I truly cannot unsee it. #whowantsanoatmilkcappuccino

↬ The rate at which works are posted: It takes a lot of time to write 10k words, and that's before all the revising, formatting, making your post banners (if applicable) etc. To be able to release this much every week is any author's wet dream, which would be desirable by many readers. But there's decent speed, then there's inhuman.

We all want to be this productive—but is it actually realistic? Over extended periods of time? Without periods of quiet, of struggle? Could even Stephen King himself pull it off? Run a blog full-time, answer asks elaborately with all this formatting (btw, it does take time to format on tumblr if you're not just copy/pasting from GPT), upkeep lore posts about our fics (GPT loves lore, by the way. don't know why. it really wants to give you lore and build around its own scenes), have little to no downtime.

This is really just my personal opinion, but this is how I know my author is human. A lack of time. Struggles. A crack in the porcelain. Incomplete WIPs, genuine excitation over them though. Incomplete events—but still trying. Trying different things in different stories. A voice that is theirs. Having a voice in the first place.

Writing out of passion and not as a performative act.

So... A continuous flow of content and posts... would bring in a lot of readers, I'm sure. People want to be entertained. Constantly. They want content and they want it from a reliable source, somewhere they know they won't have to wait for the next chapter. But when things are too good to be true—sometimes, it just means they are not true.

In conclusion—if anybody even made it this far—it can be difficult to spot a GPT in the wild when you've never seen it, or never known that you've seen it. Hopefully, this and miss cb's post would have been any help to those for whom it is the case.

At the very least, I hope it made a few people aware that it is a situation that is happening not just in other places, other fandoms, or just hypothetically. It is very real. And it will have an impact on the culture that you will consume in the future. I would love to say that it's not to late to change things, but I'm not sure it would be true.

But maybe, by making people a little more aware, we can give their voices back to some human authors, those who use their souls as ink—not shortcuts.

If you did make it to here, thank you—thank you for caring about what you read, and for encouraging and supporting the people who write it.

[neverendingstay]

@chansbbygurl Hi there. I would like to clear some things up that you appear to be having some trouble with.

First off, I would like to clarify that we treat all members of our community equally, regardless of those that participate in events or not. Everybody gets the same warnings for the same rules. We do not give people privilege or exceptions for things just because they're active.

Now, you were kicked after being given five separate warnings from different mods and admin in Stayblr. Here are some of them

You also received warnings on discord for spam posting an outside link in multiple channels

Your response to this was this message

Now, this may have been an accident, however you still received a warning for it, and did not say it was, you only disputed the warning itself.

After you were banned from the community with an explanation by an admin, here's the photo of that

You did not, up until 10 days after being banned, ever reach out to staff. You made a post talking about this incident, and an admin responded to it, this was the conversation

You claim in these comments that we were aware of a condition you had, that explains these posts. We were not. You made no attempts to reach out to staff until today, when you sent aggressive messages along the lines of this

We have been nothing but courteous to you, as we do with all of our members, but we do not appreciate being attacked for doing our jobs in the community. If you had a problem with any warning you received, you could have reached out to explain or ask us for a better explanation but you did not.

I am not going to speak any more about this, I wish to move on with my life.

[stayblrofficial]

Part of Stayblr's SKZ MAGIC SCHOOL EVENT

EVENT GUIDELINES

STARTING SENTENCE

Seungmin and I.N found a suspiciously glowing cupcake in the potion lab and, against better judgment, decided it was definitely edible.

[staycait94]

Though I.N's facial expression implied it didn't taste half bad, the sudden cloud of glittery neon smoke he coughed out was, admittedly, concerning.

[Editing to tag all of VENOM! @neverendingstay @umwaitwhatwhy @bang-chan-my-man @lausnotverybright @hyuneskkami @staytinyville @m00nstar-lass

@cyberstrawberrykryptonite @minleeknow @eternal-stay @artsylittlechild

Didn't realize how many of us there are, so go ahead and jump in if anyone wants to! ☺️👍]

[lausnotverybright]

A very loud and bubbly laugh escaped Seungmin at the Maknae’s horrified expression, unaware that his face was turning a similar color as his friend’s smokey breath.

@neverendingstay @umwaitwhatwhy @bang-chan-my-man @hyuneskkami @staytinyville @cyberstrawberrykryptonite @eternal-stay @artsylittlechild

Couldnt tag: @mOOnstar-lass @minleeknow

[nullsk]

Jeongin snorted pointing at Seungmin’s coloured face, neon hues swirling beneath his skin: “what?” “Nothing you just looked like Grimace there for a sec” Seungmin eyes widened, maybe the cupcake was just for temporary colour change, someone trying to have fun hair gone wrong. Surely there wouldn’t be more effects from the dessert. Or maybe, IN was growing furry ears in front of his eyes.

tag everyone!

@neverendingstay @umwaitwhatwhy @bang-chan-my-man @lausnotverybright @hyuneskkami @staytinyville @m00nstar-lass @cyberstrawberrykryptonite @minleeknow @eternal-stay @artsylittlechild (:

[minleeeknow]

jeongin wasn't growing furry ears in front of his eyes but he was definitely growing them on top of his head. except they weren't normal fox ears, they were a bright glittery neon purple. seungmin started choking as he held back laughter, not knowing soft purple fur was growing on his face.

@artsylittlechild @eternal-stay @staytinyville @hyuneskkami

[hyuneskkami]

“oh, how the turned have tables,” jeongin giggled, pointing to seungmin’s purple fur on his face and puppy ears fanning out. “i’ll buy you a collar that says ‘seungie’ with a heart on it, don’t worry,” jeongin said, still laughing at him.

@staytinyville @eternal-stay @bang-chan-my-man @umwaitwhatwhy

[neverendingstay]

"Before you follow through on that like I know you will, can you help me get this off?" Seungmin replied, exasperated.

@umwaitwhatwhy @staytinyville @bang-chan-my-man @eternal-stay @cyberstrawberrykryptonite @lausnotverybright @m00nstar-lass

[intrikatie]

The Game...

Hyunjin x Reader

🔞Minors DNI

For my love @skzdreamer13 & my darling @neverendingstay ♡ One Day ♡

✰ Pairing: Secret Boyfriend Hyunjin x Fem Reader

✰ Genre: SMUT with a bit of fluff at the end

✰ Info: MxF, FxM, Unprotected Sex, longing and desire

Word count: 3000

It’s your favourite game.

A game no one knows you play.

Not the fans. Not the press. Not even the ones closest to him.

They’re all a part of it, without realising.

No one knows.

Except your boyfriend.

You don’t have to check your phone. You already know what the message will say.

But you check anyway.

Him: Here

Just a single word. No punctuation, no flourish. But you can feel the weight behind it, the restraint wrapped in familiarity.

You don’t reply. You never do. That’s part of the game, too.

From your spot in the foyer, you watch as the convoy halts outside, dark-tinted doors swinging open one by one. The air shifts. People straighten. A hushed excitement weaves through the space, palpable even in its silence.

The members move in quickly, seamlessly. A well-practiced routine. Hoodies up, caps low. The perfect blend of noticeable and unnoticeable.

One of them—Chan—glances your way. Just for a second. A flicker of curiosity, something bordering on recognition. But then he’s gone, moving past you without a second look, laptop bag in tow.

Hyunjin is the last to enter.

He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t falter. Doesn’t even pretend to look. But his body moves with a kind of precision—an extra slowness, an awareness only you can read.

And that’s enough.

That’s all you need.

You already want him. Crave him. The cool bite of ice water lingers on your tongue as you sip, watching him over the rim of your glass. Your thighs press together, restless.

He looks divine.

The sharp lines of his buzzcut, blonde and gleaming like gold under the lobby lights. No one knows you were there when he took the clippers to it. When he stood in front of the mirror, jaw tight, eyes locked on yours in the reflection.

A moment of impulse. Of need. Of want.

God, he fucked you hard that night.

You set your glass down on the table in front of you. Smooth. Unhurried.

Then, without looking up, you return to your book.

This part of the game requires patience. A technique you’ve mastered. One Hyunjin still struggles with.

Your phone buzzes.

Again. And again. And again.

Him: fuck. You look so good.

Him: room number. Now.

Him: don’t make me wait, baby.

You don’t reply. You don’t need to.

Instead, you return to your quiet observation.

You’ve been here for two days, watching from a distance as the hotel shifted around them. Staff busied themselves, preparing. Shutting off floors. Pulling in extra security before Stray Kids’ own team arrived.

Then came the luggage. Then the staff.

And even now, the arrivals haven’t stopped.

Because Stray Kids being here doesn’t mean the world slows down.

If anything, it moves faster now.

Staff hurry to finalise details, voices hushed but urgent. A last-minute check at the front desk with the head manager and their assistant—were all the key cards collected? Were there any last-minute changes to the room requirements?

A quiet word exchanged between security—the hotel’s and the team assigned specifically to Stray Kids. Someone rushes past with a clipboard, disappearing toward the kitchens.

Your phone buzzes again.

Him: don’t make me come and find you.

You close your book and stand, making your way to the elevator.

You don’t rush. There’s no need.

Hyunjin isn’t going anywhere. He’ll be tied up for at least another hour—luggage to sort, schedules to adjust, managers to appease.

And besides, you’re under the same roof now.

The elevator doors glide open, and you step inside, pressing the button for your floor. The ride is smooth, silent, giving you a moment to settle into the next phase of the game.

Your room is just as you left it. The curtains drawn, the air cool, the scent of your perfume lingering from earlier. You slip off your shoes, padding across the plush carpet as you set your book down on the bedside table.

Hyunjin isn’t the only one who needs patience.

You take your time.

A slow stretch, rolling out the tension from sitting so long downstairs. A glance in the mirror. You already look good, but you could look better.

You undress. A deliberate choice. You dig through your suitcase, fingers trailing over lace, silk, the softest things you own.

Something easy to slip on. Something even easier to take off. You opt for a silk and lace camisole with matching underwear. The perfect amount of tease.

Your phone buzzes again.

Him: baby

You smile, reaching for your lip gloss.

Let him wait. Not too long, just a little longer.

You take your time finishing up. A spritz of perfume at your pulse points, the faintest shimmer catching on your collarbones under the soft glow of the room’s lighting.

Your phone buzzes again. And again.

You don’t check it. You already know the pleas.

Hyunjin is impatient. Maybe a little desperate. All the better.

You slip on a pair of heels— because you know he likes them. Likes the way they change your posture, the way they sound against the floor when you walk toward him.

You sit on the edge of the bed and send the room number. Then, you set your phone down and wait. How he gets to you, alone, without raising eyebrows. That’s on him. That’s his game to play.

You wait.

Not long.

A few minutes, maybe. Just enough to let the anticipation build.

And then—

A knock at the door.

Firm. Measured.

Not rushed, not frantic, but there’s an edge to it. A warning.

You smile.

Finally.

You wait, trying to steady your heartrate which spikes at the sound. You exhale slowly as you pull the door open.

Hyunjin stands before you, his usual polished look swapped for something more casual—sweats, a loose hoodie, and the same lazy confidence he wears like a second skin. His excuse is obvious, and you can already guess what’s coming: “Just escaping to the gym for a bit,” his voice low and teasing.

You raise an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth tugging upward.

I’ll be sure to give you a workout, you think to yourself, a silent challenge hanging in the air.

You don’t speak. You don’t need to. His eyes gleam, scanning you for only a moment before his lips twitch into a knowing smile, dragging his full bottom lip through his teeth. The tension thickens.

His gaze flickers down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. The silent exchange crackles, a thousand unsaid things hanging between you.

And then, before you can even manage a greeting, his body surges forward. His hands wrap around you with a force that makes you gasp as he presses you against the wall.

His lips are on yours before you can catch your breath. He kicks your room door closed, the sound a signal you are finally alone. Alone and together.

His kiss is urgent, almost desperate, with the pressure of his body against yours leaving no space between you. It’s everything you’ve been waiting for—the tension breaking, the silence snapping, his familiar heat flooding you.

You melt into him, the world outside that door fading away completely as he presses you back against the wall, his lips devouring yours with a hunger that makes your pulse race. You don’t need words right now. His actions speak louder than anything you could say.

The waiting game? It’s over.

Now, it’s just him.

His hands are everywhere, roaming over you with a sense of urgency, as if he’s been starving for this just as much as you. You gasp against his mouth as his fingers slide under the hem of your camisole, his touch hot against your skin, sending sparks of electricity through your body.

The kiss deepens, his lips, his tongue, demanding, but still soft, as though savouring the moment while devouring it at the same time. You can feel the tension in him, the way his body is wound tight with need, but there's also a careful precision to his movements. He wants this, wants you, but he wants to control it too, holding back just enough to make you crave more.

Your fingers move to his hoodie, tugging it up, desperate to feel more of him. His lips trail down your jawline, his breath hot against your skin, and you shiver in anticipation. He pulls back just a fraction, eyes dark, intense, a warning in them. A promise.

"Patience," he whispers, his voice low and rough, as if he’s barely holding on himself. As though he hasn’t been the one pleading with you for the past hour and a half.

You can’t help the smirk that curves on your lips. "You first."

Without another word, he lifts you effortlessly, his strength surprising and familiar all at once, before pressing you back against the bed. His lips return to yours in a searing kiss, and you can feel the control slipping away, his body moving over yours in perfect sync with your own mounting desire.

His lips leave yours, a soft, breathless sigh escaping him as his eyes lock onto yours—dark, hungry, desperate. You don’t give him a chance to regain control.

With a swift motion, your hands find the hem of his hoodie, fingers digging into the fabric. You yank it over his head without hesitation, the action rough and urgent, matching the pounding of your heart.

His breath catches, but it only fuels the fire between you. His gaze flickers down to your hands, then back to your face, as if in disbelief, but there’s no time for hesitation now.

Your fingers are already on his sweats, pushing them down, exposing his skin, inch by inch. His body tenses under your touch, muscles rippling as he steps back slightly to kick them off. You catch sight of his hard and glistening length and your walls clench in anticipation. Fuck. You need him. You need him now. You’re already there, pulling him closer, not giving him a moment to breathe.

He groans, a low, throaty sound that sends a thrill through you, as his hands move to your waist, pulling you closer with an urgency that mirrors your own. There’s no soft teasing anymore, no buildup. Just pure, raw desire.

You meet him halfway, your hands roaming over his chest, the feel of his heartbeat matching your own. You can’t get enough of him. His skin, the way his body moves beneath your fingertips, how it feels to have him so close.

Your lips crash against his again, this time harder, more desperate, both of you hungry for the contact, the intimacy. Every kiss feels like it could consume you whole. He groans again, his hands leaving your waist to work on the straps of your camisole. The fabric falls away, and you can see the hunger in his eyes as he looks at you, and you know—this is it.

He lowers his head, mouth tracing the contours of your breasts before his tongue swirls over your sensitive buds. Finally his hands move lower, stripping you of your underwear. Your heels. Until you are finally bare beneath him.

He pulls back slightly, settling on his knees, his gaze sweeping over you—slow, deliberate, reverent. His eyes trace every curve, every contour, as his fingers ghost over the paths he’s already memorized, mapping you like sacred ground. Each touch is featherlight, almost worshipful, like a brushstroke against your skin. A shiver runs through you.

What does he see?

What kind of picture is he painting with his hands?

You can’t take the distance, not with the way he looks at you, like he’s trying to commit you to memory. You pull him closer, feeling the firm planes of his body against yours, the heat of him branding into your skin. His length glides through your folds, teasing, torturous, and you sigh as you slide your fingers over the short buzz of his hair, smooth forward, rough back. Like golden velvet against your palm.

Fucking intoxicating.

“Hyun,” you breathe, raising your hips, desperate for him.

His lips find your throat, tongue flicking against your pulse, and his breath is hot as he whispers, “You ready for me, baby?”

“Always.”

A quiet curse slips from his lips as he sinks into you. The stretch is familiar, but no less breathtaking, no less consuming. His fingers flex against your hips, as if he’s trying to hold back, even now. He shudders slightly, forehead pressing to yours, his chest rising and falling in staggered breaths.

Your noses brush, your breaths mingle. It’s quiet, intimate. Every movement, every shift, feels like a silent promise.

You roll your hips, urging him to move, and he obeys without hesitation. The rhythm between you is instinctive, second nature, but tonight, it carries more weight, like the space between you—every second spent apart—shrinks with each thrust.

His fingers weave through yours, grip tightening. Holding you, grounding you. His eyes meet yours, dark with desire but softened by something deeper. Unspoken, but there.

He moves within you like he’s trying to carve his name into your body, like he can’t get close enough, deep enough. His chest presses against yours, skin to skin, sweat-slicked and burning.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he rasps, voice rough.

His pace is steady, deliberate, dragging pleasure from you with each slow roll of his hips. The heat of him surrounds you, his scent flooding your senses. Every thrust feels like a slow burn, and you let it consume you, let him consume you.

You reach up, fingertips brushing his jaw, and his eyes flicker closed for a moment before they open again—seeing you clearer, deeper, like he’s looking straight through to your soul.

You’re the only one who gets to see him like this.

You’re the only one.

Your knee lifts to his hip, and he moves instinctively, rolling with you, his hand flattening against the small of your back as he shifts you both. He settles beneath you, his thighs firm beneath yours, his heart beat thundering against your palms and you gasp at the new depth as you sink down onto him.

His hands find your waist, your hips, then lower, gripping your ass as he helps you move. You rock against him, pace unhurried but purposeful, each movement drawing out the pleasure, intensifying it.

A deep groan rumbles through his chest as he tilts his head back, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded as he watches you. Watches the way you take him, the way you move for him.

“Fuck, baby…” he hisses, pressing you down harder, pulling you deeper.

Your thighs burn, but the pleasure is too much, too consuming to care. You chase more, more, more.

“Sound so pretty, baby,” he murmurs, his voice frayed at the edges. “Feel so fucking good.”

Encouraged by his words, you pick up the pace, grinding down, gasping as the friction sends you hurtling closer to the edge. His hands roam over you—your waist, your thighs, up your spine—before gripping you tighter, guiding you, coaxing you toward that breaking point.

“Look at me,” he demands, voice thick, raw.

Your eyes snap to his, and the moment they lock, it’s over.

Pleasure crashes over you in relentless waves, shattering you from the inside out. Your head tips back, a sharp cry breaking free as your body tightens around him, pulsing, trembling. He rises up, pressing his forehead to your chest, his breath ragged, lost in the way you come undone above him.

But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let you go.

He grinds you down onto him, thrusting up into you again, again, again—prolonging it, pulling more from you, until you’re gasping, your whole body quaking from the force of it.

Then his mouth is on yours, desperate and consuming, swallowing every sound as he thrusts one final time. A groan rumbles deep in his throat as he follows you over the edge, his grip tightening, body trembling beneath you as he spills inside you. The pleasure drags him under, pulling you down with him.

For a long moment, neither of you move. You just breathe. Tangled, spent, lost in the haze of each other. Your chests rise and fall in sync, pressed flush together, still feeling the echoes of what just was.

You trace the line of his collarbone bone, dragging the sweat that has gathered there.

As your breaths steady, Hyunjin’s fingers trail lazily up and down your spine, his touch featherlight, absentminded. You shift slightly, your lips grazing the damp skin of his throat, tasting the salt of his skin and he exhales, his arms tightening around you.

For a long moment, neither of you speak. The silence is easy, comfortable. But then, his voice comes, low and almost contemplative.

“One day,” he murmurs, “we won’t have to play the game.”

You still, absorbing the weight of his words. He doesn’t say it like a promise, doesn’t paint some unrealistic dream—just states it, quiet and certain, like he’s already imagined it.

Like he already knows.

Your fingers press lightly into his ribs, grounding yourself. “One day,” you echo, softer still.

Hyunjin’s lips brush your temple, the touch lingering, his breath warm against your skin. But then, the moment shifts—like he won’t let himself linger on the thought too long. Because one day isn't today. And it won't be tomorrow.

But it will happen.

One day.

A beat later, he sighs dramatically. “But until then…”

And just like that, he flips you onto your back, grinning as he settles over you, hands bracketing your waist. The sudden motion makes you gasp but before you can say anything, he smirks, voice dropping into something playful, teasing.

“You kept me waiting forever. Now, I think it’s only fair that you make it up to me.”

You giggle against his lips. “Everyone knows you don’t gym like the others. Someone will come looking for you.”

“Just part of the game, Y/N.” He murmurs trailing kisses over your jaw.

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[neverendingstay]

Lemon my ASS, this is the filthiest thing I've ever read, darling

[neverendingstay]

Let me put it into terms men will actually understand:

You don't score a goal point for the act of not getting a penalty

You don't get praise for being a good person and not SA'ing, 🍇ing, or cheating on someone "Even though you could have"

[neverendingstay]

Learning I'm a very angry feminist when I don't sleep well apparently...

[neverendingstay]

Let me put it into terms men will actually understand:

You don't score a goal point for the act of not getting a penalty

You don't get praise for being a good person and not SA'ing, 🍇ing, or cheating on someone "Even though you could have"

[holdmyhandnow]

like a volcano

(hello omg i actually did finally make skz art)

[neverendingstay]

Omg this is beautiful!!!!! So talented and gorgeousssssssss

[neverendingstay]

I believe I have accidentally on purpose synced my entire being with Stray Kids.

I had probably the worst sleep of my life last night, woke up and realized Giant dropped.

In conclusion, I couldn't sleep because the essence of my being was listening to Saiyan and Christmas Love on repeat before my mind was even aware they existed.

[tr-mha-fan]

Someone pls tell me why wenev i sing Megaverse (skz) i randomly start singing Gods menu halfway through, like:

Welcome to the Stray Kids hot megaverse! dun dududundun dundududundun...IBMASEDA DDAERYEO BAGA DUDUDUDUDUDU

[neverendingstay]

K so this is basically exactly what you wrote

(Posted to tiktok because tumblr doesn't let me use vids)

Your version

And then my version of it that i thought suited a bit better

My version

@tr-mha-fan lemme know what you think if you want, my brain was bored 🙂

[neverendingstay]

~About me~

Name: Ash

Age: 24

DOB: Nov 2, 2000

Star Sign: Scorpio

Hobbies: Music, Horseback riding, and Taekwondo

Langauges: English, French, Korean, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, Latin

Ult group: Stray Kids

Bias(es): Hyunjin & Jeongin

Why I write: I write for myself and the things I want to read, in the non-existent free time I have. I love expressing myself in these ways, although I am new to the vulnerability of posting my works on the internet