this is our paranormal love𓂃 don't put me in the basement when i want the penthouse of your heart ˚ ✧.*when i walk in the room i can still make the whole place shimmer
just some domestic? fluff and yn says the L word for the first time
bf!niki x reader ❅ fluff (lowkey died writing this), the soft niki agenda is alive through me
w.c 500
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The summer heat was sickly sweet as it curled around your aching body. The long hours of lectures had finally caught up to you as you flopped onto the couch, too unbothered to even take off your shoes. Sighing into the throw pillows, you settled in as the silence slowly lulled you to sleep.
That was exactly where Riki found you 30 minutes later—soft snores escaping your mouth, your legs hanging off the couch at an awkward angle. Slowly placing the grocery bags on the floor, he tiptoed over to you, his hand softly wrapping around your ankle as he took your shoes off and chucked them toward the door.
The feeling of someone touching your ankle woke you from your nap, hands coming up to rub at your sleep-heavy eyes as you mumbled his name.
“Hey, pretty,” his voice was soft, mirroring yours as you laid back down.
Brushing your hair away from your face, he lay on top of you, the familiar weight a comfort as you brushed your fingers through his hair. He looked up at you, chin resting on your stomach, a small smile on his face. You treasured the sight in front of you—the moment where his nonchalant personality cracked a little and you saw the boy you fell in love with, a side of him reserved only for you.
“Y’know I love you, right?”
You’d said it countless times before, mostly in passing, but the weight of the words in such an intimate moment caused him to freeze. He looked away, suddenly very interested in the floor, his ears a flaming shade of pink.
You giggled to yourself, fingers still threading through his hair.
Letting your hands drag down from his hair to his face, you traced his eyelashes and found home on his jaw, forcing him to look at you. You studied the way his eyes twinkled, a light blush peppering his cheeks as he replayed the words you said so easily—the words he’d screamed in his head every time he looked at you but never had the courage to say.
“I—I love you too,” he said low, like he was testing out the words, deciding how they tasted on his tongue. Then he pulled himself up, face to face with you, noses touching as he captured your lips in a soft kiss—one that ended almost as soon as it began—before he whispered it again.
You don’t remember how long you laid there, his body on yours, fingers intertwined as you peppered soft kisses to his cheeks.
The moment was rudely interrupted when Riki suddenly jumped off of you, rushing to the door and screaming, “Shit—shit—I bought ice cream and forgot to put it in the fridge.”
You laughed to yourself again as he scrambled to wipe away the sticky sweet puddle that had taken over your floor. Eyes falling heavy as sleep took you again, you felt him lay back on you, his hand finding yours as he hummed your favorite song.
N/A: im sorry if this kinda sucks. it has been like 2 years since ive written ANYTHING. also im really bad at ending fics IK
summary: four bodies, one serial killing spree and a very curious MO you certainly have your work cut out for you. between this case and begging your boyfriend to get a proper night's sleep you find certain aspects of the case which my destroy every bit of comfort in your life
warnings: knife, blood and a little bit of gore
word count: 1.4k
a/n: its my fic so idk if it'll be good but yeah anyways enjoy ૮ • ﻌ - ა
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you sighed as you went through the case reports again. the MO was all over the place, bits and pieces stolen from old cold cases, some of them not even revealed to the public. the only similarity between the 4 corpses - a single long cut over the heart quite possibly from a large kitchen knife and stitched back up as though the perpetrator had been curious about the inner workings of the muscle. the messiness of the various cuts and bruises littering the body contrasted vividly against the clean wound; single, calculated incision. you wanted to throw up but forced yourself to look at it for any clues. you were broken from your intense staring by your phone's incessant ringing. you smiled at the contact name and picked up, a sleepy voice awaiting you on the other side. "when are you gonna be done? it's late and you've been working the whole day." your eyes drooped close almost on instinct. "I'm leaving now. you sound tired so don't wait up for me." saying your goodbyes to the detectives on night shifts, you hailed a cab, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped in your boyfriend's arms.
you opened the door to your apartment to find it dark, the only light coming from the television. "Jihoon I told you not to wait up." he smiled at your arrival, getting up and grabbing your hands, guiding you to the bedroom. " I know but I wanted to fall asleep with you by my side."
you woke up to bright blue skies and birds chirping, noises emitting from the kitchen. you got up to the glorious sight of Jihoon in the kitchen cooking up something delicious by the smell of it. " get showered ill be done by then."
" you should really get your sleep talking under control." he smiled as you choked on your food. "did I do it again?
" he nodded softly, attention back on his plate. " something about old cold cases. you must've been stressed with your new one. It's been happening a lot lately." you gave him an apologetic smile before gulping at the water and kissing him and leaving.
you spent almost the whole day trying to crack down on the case before a call came in from the EMTs " we have a woman. must be in her early 20s. she was stabbed in the stomach and I think she might've been a victim in your serial killer case. there's a chance she might survive but I can't say anything." you shot up from your seat, noting the address and was shocked to find the attack occurred a mere 5 minutes away from a hospital, the hospital Jihoon happened to work. you rushed to the place and found the surgery still going on. half an hour later Jihoon walked out, shoulders slumped and shook his head. you fell onto the chairs n disappointment thinking of how the killer might have now another victim on his/her list. Jihoon rushed over to you. "I'm sorry, there was too much blood loss and the knife had pierced through vital organs. I'm sorry that she died because I couldn't save her and also for letting your one breakthrough in your case slip through my fingers." you realised that he had started sobbing and grabbed him, holding him close and assuring that it wasn't his fault.
your higher-ups and even your own team had advised you to stop obsessing over a case that had no clues whatsoever and move onto the many other cases piling up on your desk and you did so reluctantly and as a consequence, you found yourself seated at your dining table getting an earful from Jihoon as he stitched up a cut from a knife. you smiled at his pout and reached over, ruffling his head but quickly retracted and groaned as he purposely dressed up the wound a little more aggressively.
you sat at your desk the next morning and browsed through some case files and stretched, wincing as the stitches pulled at your skin. you shrugged off your jacket to inspect the wound when a sense of familiarity washed over you. you grabbed the serial killer case file and flipped through to the victims' autopsy photos; the familiarity bleeding into dread. the stitches on their chest were exactly the same down to the knot at the end. as you flipped over to their last known sites, small details that previously did not come to notice came into the light. the one person staring right at the camera in each picture, face covered beyond recognition with a cap and a mask. the one photo with his sleeve puller up and if you looked really closely you could just about make out the watch you bought him for his last birthday or the one where he was sitting on a bench, feet propped up showing the deep red shade of the couple shoes you had bought together, the ones that were on your feet currently. you slammed the case file shut, counting slowly to 10 to even out your breath and picked up the phone, typing in the number you had burned into memory. 3 rings later he picked up, small huffs on the other side as if he had just run. "where are you?" you sounded..happy and it shocked you. "at the hospital why?" your ears picked up the faint groaning of old metal and the clicks of metal locks swinging against each other. "just wanted to let you know id be late so you should sleep early." it took all your willpower to swallow the sob erupting in your throat. "I don't think I will but sure." he chuckled. you stood up wordlessly, slipping into a car and turning on the ignition, determined to stop him.
the moonlight was beautiful almost mocking you as you stood on the old rusty metal bridge where you both were sure to put a lock for each anniversary, 5 locks huddling close together, gun clutched tightly in your outstretched hands. the love of your life kneeled over the almost lifeless but definitely unconscious body of a woman looking at you, almost calculating your next move. he looked at you then the woman before digging the point of his knife into the neck of the woman and slashing sideways, blood seeping from the fresh wound. you dropped the gun and rushed forward pressing your hands against her neck to stop the flow of blood as he dropped the knife and stepped back leisurely. "oh sweetheart you shouldn't have come." he smiled almost innocently had it not been for the drops of blood on his face. "your sleep talk sure does annoy me but sometimes it's useful especially when I want to be creative with my hobby." he gestured at the woman. you let out a choked sob. "why?" you hated the way your voice broke. he dared to laugh. "why? why did I kill them? because I love the feeling I get. the rush when they beg for their lives as I plunge my knife into their chest. the fascination I get from =watching their heart desperately pump the last few drops of blood before I get bored and stitch it back up. before you ask I could've easily saved that girl you brought but I didn't and chose to sit back and watch as she struggled to take her last breaths." you tore your eyes away from him and focussed on the flowing water below, quickly moving and freezing on such a cold night. "you'll pay for what you've done, for the people you've killed." he scoffed "darling you're gonna have to catch me alive for that." saying so he leaned over the edge of the bridge and dropped into the waters below. that was where the paramedics and police officers you had called earlier found you, clutching the neck of the long-dead victim staring into the water.
~6 months later~
you walked into your apartment, finding it exceptionally cold. you thought back to the happy times you had shared in the place. you had gone to the funeral but without a body being found it felt more like a useless ceremony. you promised yourself you wouldn't let the particular case hinder your career but sometimes you found yourself falling onto your desk, biting onto the skin on the back of your hand to muffle the sobs as you had another breakdown.
as you thought about the past few months, you closed the window furrowing your eyebrows as you had no memory of opening it especially since it was the colder part of the year.
you looked into the mirror for a fleeting second and walked a few steps away before stopping and peering into the mirror again, your blood-chilling as you saw an all too familiar figure standing quite some distance behind you. "well, hello darling."
The unrelenting sun beat down on my forearms, and all I could think about was how cold I felt inside. standing, waiting to see you. I could still see you in my mind, the day I asked you out after pining after you for years. the soft smile when you agreed on the beach date with me. the smiles and soft giggles whenever I kissed your cheeks. the way your eyes glittered when I brought you flowers.
"Jeonghan" my friends called me and i snapped back to reality to see you in your beautiful white dress walking down the aisle. tears clouded my vision. i remembered the day i knelt and offered you the ring and the tears in your eyes as you said yes before kissing and i truly laughed for the first time.
me memories turned sour quickly as i remembered all the fights right after the engagement. the fights we fought just for the sake of fighting. the day i returned home after a long day with your favorite flowers just for you to break up with me. the tears i shed that night trying to figure out what i did wrong. you look so happy in your wedding dress standing up their with him, the love of your life and it broke my heart that it wasn't me. i wasn't standing there with you.
of anemones and declarations; dong sicheng ft. renjun & chenle
summary: if injuring yourself and nearly drowning in the sea meant that a very cute (and shirtless) mermaid boy had to take care of you, so be it.
pairing: winwin x reader
genre: mermaid! au, fluff
Your summer had been boring so far, to say the least. You huffed, the wind ruffling your hair as you walked through the docks of your uncle’s vacation home while swinging your water bottle. There were summer houses all lined up within the beach, but only your uncle ever stayed here. Even then, he was spending the next week in the neighboring town to visit his old friend, so it was only you in the summer house. It gave the illusion that you had the beach all to yourself. To be honest, however, you couldn’t blame them. There was nothing here.
You set down your water bottle beside you and squatted along the edge of the dock, peering in to get a view of the sea. You couldn’t see much, given that it was nearing sunset, but the dark orange hue of the sun gave a pretty sight to the waters. One of the most pleasing things about being here was for the aesthetics. Water and the sea had always been calming to you, a refresher to the day’s stress. You could really stare at it for the whole day.
That was, until you saw a flash of something glimmering. You jumped up, startled before leaning closer to the edge of the dock. Why wasn’t this fish in the deeper parts of the water at this hour like every other fish? What kind of fish shone and shimmered? You sharpened your eyes, about to lean closer when you spotted it again. There, a little farther from the dock. It had teal scales, which glittered at the bounce of sunlight and two large fins as the end. The farther from the fin, the scales became less and less until they connected to a human torso.
it had been a long day. university and your part time job had not been merciful to you and all you wanted to do was lie down and calm your screaming muscles. stomping over you flopped ungracefully onto the couch, sighing in happiness as your tired body finally relaxed. "yn" you heard your boyfriend call out to you but you had no energy to answer, melting into the couch. you heard footsteps and something drop onto the floor before a heavy mass fell on top of you. you let out a quiet 'oof' and found yourself face to face with soonyoung, eyes twinkling and a soft smile on his face. you smiled back at him and he scooted downwards, laying his head gently on your chest as you hummed a random song. comfortable silence hung around in the setting sun. just as you were about to sleep, a tiny growl broke the silence. you looked down and saw soonyoung growling softly all while trying to hold back his laughter. you giggled and he joined, tears coming to his eyes from laughing too much. suddenly his expression became serious and he shot up, getting off of you and screaming "I got ice-cream but forgot to put it in the fridge." you laughed silently at his forgetfulness, your beginning to close on their own. in your half asleep consciousness you felt him back on top of you, holding your hand and humming your favorite song.
summary: Driving back home with your new found tag of 'dumped' was what you thought of as the worst way the night could go, or so until a stranger leaped in front of your car out of basically thin air, giving you the fear of another new tag–'murderer'. But looked like your luck got the best of you, the moment you realized this stranger covered in blood is actually alive! However, you'd probably want that potential tag over making this stranger your 'temporary roommate', which was what he claimed himself as. Whether you fall for this 'stranger' or fall in trouble because of him, you'd only know after its over.
You thought getting dumped tonight was the first thing to ever happen to you. as you blasted your playlist of depressingly sad songs in your, you thought this day couldn't get any worse. that was until something jumped in front of your car to which you slammed the brakes, almost flying through the window had it not been for the seatbelt. groaning you stepped out, gasping as you found a person lying in front of the car, not moving. pulling out your phone, you panicked, "am I a murderer now? will I go to jail? should I call 911?" the last question was answered by the person on the road breathed out a faint "no". he stood up slowly, gingerly touching his side, wincing a little. you gasped when your headlights illuminated him, his shirt which you assumed was previously white was soaked red, blood dripping from the corner every time he took a step towards you, face covered in soot. you dropped your phone as he grabbed your hand pulling you into your car and inviting himself into the passenger seat, asking you to drive away as you heard fireworks behind away. he tensed up visibly at the fireworks which made you suspect they weren't exactly fireworks. as you drove away, the scenery bloomed red and orange, flames licking at the sky you looked around for your phone only to realize that you had dropped it back there and turned to get it. the man seemed to know what you were planning to do and grabbed the wheel. "you don't want to go back there trust me." maybe it was the look in his eyes but you didn't want to risk going back there and nodded driving straight to your apartment.
and this was the story of how you brought a stranger in your apartment, covered in blood 'not his' he confirmed all because you thought it was adorable when he suddenly got shy and stuttered something asking if he could stay at your place because he had nowhere else to go. After all, they burned down his house. who were 'they'? you didn't dare to ask. you ushered him into a spare room, urging him to take a shower. you were trying to make the place look presentable, throwing away the hundred coffee cups hiding in every corner when he called out from inside the shower. "do you have any..umm clothes that might fit me?"
and so here he was in your shower by the mirror.... shirtless because your ex's shirt was a bit too tight for him. you stood behind him, admiring the art which was..... " what's your name by the way?" he looked back with a grin. "mingyu, Kim mingyu" your breath got caught in your throat in the way the neon lights of your bathroom reflected on his smile, water dripping from the tips of his hair. "Y-YN" you stuttered, your eyes sweeping over his body in the mirror before stopping at the horrible bruise you didn't notice at first. the purplish skin covered most of his side and you were sure it was because of you hitting him with your car, a few hours before. you rushed inside without a word and grabbed him, inspecting the bruise. "that looks..... not all right" he shrugged. "doesn't hurt at all so it doesn't matter." you rolled your eyes and softly touched it causing him to yelp, flinching away from you. "yup doesn't hurt..." you muttered, walking to your fridge to get the icepack.
Mingyu was a more than decent "roommate" currently occupying your very uncomfortable couch, despite your innumerable complaints. he could cook, extremely well if you were being honest and had even gone clothes shopping, where you didn't know. you greeted him good morning before scrambling out the door and into your car, muttering about being late. it was a miracle you hadn't hit anyone...again as 15 mins later you were in front of the local library. you jogged in, wishing your "coworker" before taking the pile of books on the nearest table to put into their respective places. "you want a coffee?" Wonwoo, said coworker asked, already holding up a cup. realizing you forgot your morning cup, you gracefully accepted it, smiling in thanks. mornings weren't all that busy so you had a lot of time to slowly clean up around the place. Wonwoo seemed particularly distracted today, though he did usually have his head 'up in the clouds'. you called him to help you and you realized that he was limping slowly. "hey Wonwoo, you good?" he dismissed it off as a small accident at home. you nodded not having much to add to it. people were just starting to trickle in when a very familiar black-haired, tall person caught your eye. "mingyu what are you doing here?" he smiled softly and helped you with the book you had in your hand. you couldn't help the sudden warmth that overtook your heart. "had some business in this part of town and looked into the huge windows of the library, having spotted a particular beauty inside." you laughed, your cheeks slightly warm at the answer. "oh you should meet-" you turned around to introduce Wonwoo who was at the front desk merely two seconds before. "never mind" you muttered, grabbing your stuff and walking out the door, after writing a note that you were leaving.
Mingyu was acting a little stiff after picking you up from the library, practically following you around everywhere, and as much as you enjoyed it you had to kick him to the couch so you could fall asleep, not wanting to be late like today.
despite mingyu's various pleas to skip work today, you insisted not wanting to put all the work on poor Wonwoo. you even bought him a coffee along with yours to thank him. you found him bending over a table scattered with the heavy books from the history section. his fingers quickly fiddling with something. "what are you doin-" you paused as you got closer to the table and saw a phone in his hand, your phone to be precise apparent with the puppy phone case you bought. his eyes widened in shock as if he didn't expect you to be there. "I dropped it on the road.. how...why do you have it?" you stuttered placing the coffee cups down taking rushed steps backward as wonwoo's usual lazy smile turned into an ugly snarl, stalking towards you, you turned around to run but stopped when pain shot from the back of your head. you pressed your hand to your head, your fingers soaked red, turning back around to Wonwoo holding one of the books, you grabbed onto the table, your fingers staining the wood red. your eyesight started deteriorating, your knees giving out as you hit the floor and vision turned black, the pain in your head slowly throbbing away.
you woke up to a killer headache, along with a horrible neck strain, and slowly you realized you were sitting up. you opened your eyes, the smell of car oil frim the number of scrapped cars surrounding you making you cough. you tried to move, finding your hands and feet tied to a chair and your head bandaged up. footsteps interrupted the silence as Wonwoo walked over, fingertips dancing over the bandages. "so... why am I here?" you voiced out your thoughts, trying very hard to mask the fear in your voice. " you know mingyu I presume, seeing as your phone was found near his place. he disrupted a very important deal of mine, killed quite a huge number of my men including my right-hand men, and thought he could just go home, drink while reminiscing the screams MY men let out as he shot them." you tried to wrap your head over the new information dumped over you. "what are you talking about?" Wonwoo looked closely at you before his eyes widened, shoulders shaking as he laughed. " you don't know? Mingyu, the Kim Mingyu whom you're housing in your apartment right now is the leader of one of the most feared gangs here. he's quite a dangerous man indeed, known for ruthlessly killing off an alarmingly huge amount of people." you choked, you were sleeping two rooms away from a criminal, no a murderer, a crazed one at that. but still his name made your heart jump slightly. Wonwoo joyfully picked up a phone. "hello? … jumping right to the topic at hand are we? yup, she's here." he pulled the phone away from his ear, putting it on speakerphone. mingyu's voice lazily crackling at the bad reception wherever you are. "I've known her for what? three days barely. what makes you think ill come like prince charming to save her?" your mouth dropped, after everything you had done for him. you opened your mouth to berate him when Wonwoo raised his hand, slapping you across the face. you could manage only a broken yelp as mingyu sighed, "text me the address. ill come clean up the mess later." you sobbed, your cheek still stinging as mingyu hung up the phone. Wonwoo tsked, throwing the phone against the wall, shattering it into a thousand pieces. he grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him. "when I'm done with you he'll have to call a few others to clean up 'the mess'. he reached into his pocket, pulling out a gun. he pointed it at you "oh don't worry I won't give you an easy death." just as he pulled off the trigger, the previously unknown door blew open an SUV revving into the warehouse. before it even properly stopped, mingyu jumped out of it, sporting an expression that chilled your blood. he looked beyond angry, eyes cold as he trained his gun on Wonwoo. Wonwoo frowned dropping the gun and stepping back, his eyes never leaving the gun as mingyu rushed towards you, kicking the gun on the floor, far from the reach of anyone. he looked at you for a fleeting second before singlehandedly removing one of the bonds on your arm, his fingertips running across the skin below your bandages, his gun never pointing away from Wonwoo. you made quick work removing all the ropes, shaking your arms to bring blood back to your hands while mingyu exchanged some words, threats you decided inspecting the nervous look on wonwoo's face.
he looked at you, his rigid expression melting away as he hugged you. you were gonna thank him for saving you when your ears picked up the unmistakable tapping of footsteps, multiple footsteps. you both shared a look and mingyu swung around, grabbing Wonwoo and bringing his gun up, slamming the handle into the other man's temple causing him to crumble to the floor. he mouthed 'run' as a horde of men spilled into the warehouse, carrying a distinguished variety of weapons, from baseball bats to rifles. you swung on your heel as mingyu lurched forward, running as fast as your legs would allow you to. gunshots pinged off the concrete walls as your hand wrapped around the door handle.
pain shot up your side as you screamed, dropping to the floor. you sobbed as your hands clawed at your torn shirt, trying to stop the blinding pain. mingyu called your name but it sounded far away as your shaking hands came up drenched in blood. in the back of your head, you thought it was a miracle you hadn't been shot again. mingyu came up behind you, scooping you up in his arms and all but threw you into the car, jumping into the driver's seat and revved away, his eyes flitting to your barely conscious form next to him. he put his much larger hand on yours, slowly wrapping his fingers around your own as your eyes fell close, the pain slowly ebbing away.
your consciousness trickled back in only because of the rhythmic beeping which for some reason you couldn't stand. you opened your eyes, making eye contact with someone and you groaned causing the other person to jump. "oh you...you're awake" you rubbed your eyes focusing on the man in front of you. he smiled shyly. you tried to sit up, hissing as the skin at your side, stung. the man propping you up. "where am I?" you whispered, your throat scratchy. "headquarters, mingyu brought you in panic-stricken, screaming at us to help you. I think it's the first time in the 7 years I've known that he cried. we almost you for a second." you thanked him. "I'm jun" you smiled, slowly getting on your feet. you turned to ask about mingyu's whereabouts but he was already looking at you, adorning a wide smile. "straight then two rights, you'll find him moping on the balcony." roaming through the halls, you couldn't help but admire the artwork hung on the walls until you reached the balcony, finding the very person you were looking for sitting on a bench, his head in his hands.
you crept slowly towards him, putting your hand on his shoulder. mingyu whipped his head towards you, his eyes rimmed red. he got up and crushed you against him, his arms holding you tightly against his body. your hands picked at the bandages around his arm. "it just grazed me." he mumbled into your hair. you leaned back and smiled, suddenly aware of how close you were, his breath fanning your face. he smiled, eyes darting to your lips briefly. your smiles widened, hands around his neck as you pressed your lips to his. the fireworks in your heart were nothing compared to the euphoric feeling spreading through your body. you smiled into the kiss, only breaking away for air. you leaned into him, leaning your forehead against his, giggles erupting from the both of you. you looked into his eyes and for once in your life, you felt safe and at home.
[Admin's note: ] Hellooo! Firstly, I apologize for disappearing for so long without any notice, it was because I'm in an academically crucial year at school and my final exams needed all my attention. That still doesn't justify me going away without a notice but I hope it's forgiven :] Aaaand I'll resume posting and all that real soon so yay! Serendipitouxs comeback hahah, please look forward to it!!💗
A/N: creative block episode 2039303😃✋🏻 idk what this is but- 🤷♀️I hope you like it!💓
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Scenario:
Spending an evening outside, perhaps with people was just something you weren't feeling today, all thanks to this one video clip you had found online earlier that got your editor self excited to work with. However, there was a slight issue–the idol in the clip was actually your idol boyfriend's close friend, and your boyfriend just so happened to be staying in this evening too. Not sure about his reaction, you still decided to take it forward and not make your editing senses wait for too long, but was this hurry a good decision?
๑ : Soobin
— Notices right away but acts like he doesn't care 🤷♀️
— TRIES to act smooth about not caring, emphasis on TRIES
— It was very obvious that it bothered him🤦♀️
— Still held up his 'don't care' cover until he saw you doing a cool transition- to say he was IMPRESSED was an understatement. Boy was MOVED.
— "How- did you do THAT? whAT??" Bloooown awaaayyy🤯
— Quick enough to simp over your editing skills and the idol in question with you so it all worked out at the end🙆♀️
๑ : Yeonjun
— Wondering why you're so immersed into your screen, he did already expect to see you working on an edit or preparing for one
— What he didn't expect was seeing you make a badass edit on an Idol who he was actually very close to
— Low key jealous but funnily doesn't even TRY to hide it🏃♀️
— Straight up snatches the phone. Doesn't even return it when you circle around him for it and holds it up, unreachable thanks to his great height ✋🏻
— "So you're gonna be here not giving me MY attention but editing MY BEST FRIEND in a badass way instead? Excuse me what?" ✨offENDED✨
— Still kinda salty about it later but forgets about the saltiness after sometime when you spend some time with him, later you find him encouraging you to continue the edit🤦♀️
๑ : Beomgyu
— Kinda jealous too, but unlike Yeonjun, he is sulky about it
— Got a little quiet and low energy running over it, curling into a lil pouty ball at one end of the sofa
— Even rants to Toto about it😭✋🏻
— When you noticed, you told him it isn't what it looks like and if he was still sad, you show him all the edits you've made on him
— All happy and giggly suddenly and he's watching these edits VERY attentively😙
— "Oh Y/nie why have you never told me you've made so many edits on me? You're so good at this~" stop he's so cute I'm gonna just go cry a lil bit
๑ : Taehyun
— Of all of Tubatu, I think he'd be the calmest since the beginning
— The way he'd be all normal around you made you feel like he didn't even know you were upto this, well he very well knew since the second you opened that app but just didn't see a bug deal in it🤷♀️
— Even sits next to you but without making it seem like he's trying to snooping, neiither were you trying to hide it so-
— Doing his thing but also keeping an eye out, just checking if you're remaining as respectful as a fan as idols would like, which, you did!
— He liked the edit a lot actually, but you don't know he's been watching it so he can't ask you for it👁👄👁 so he downloads this edit of yours from your edit page SNEAKILY🕴 and sENDS IT TO THE IDOL YOU MADE THE EDIT ON🧍♂️
— "Yup, she loves editing and she's actually always this respectful" we see a proud Tyun telling the idol about editor Y/N 🙆♀️
๑ : Huening Kai
— At first, the idol wasn't what caught his attention
"Oh my god, Is the xyz app you're using? Gosh, it's so hard, how are you so smooth with it?" You were pulled by his fascination until it occurred to you how he could even know about this app
— Yeaaahhhh....he kinda forgot to tell you he actually was an editor himself too
— The way you SCREAMED hearing this✋🏻
— The excitement lasted long enough until you saw him looking at your screen with mixed emotions, obviously noticing the idol you were editing
— You were about to explain yourself when he interrupts you, "Even I like this idol! You HAVE to send me this scene pack, let's edit together~ aahh this is too exciting!" Later spent a long time editing together🫂
Platinum/grey/that blonde Platinum mixture colour are like my favorite hair colour on idols and artists so this should be fun considering he's my bias too😃👍
Summary: Following your heart, doing what you love, it isn't always as easy and peaceful as it sounds, isn't it? Not as often you would find yourself succumbed into a chain of thoughts produced from these gloomy remarks or assumptions, no matter how frequently you would find yourself surrounded by these negative words, being the publicly famed artist, performer and entertainer you are. But like any of it realistically mattered, you found yourself this one time, dizzy from these remarks, and no matter how hard you tried to keep them quiet, they just kept getting louder, eventually to the point where you had to reach out to your close friend and work mate, Niki, to help track you out of this daze. And maybe the starry night was too magical this time, for the words exchanged between you both weren't only of comfort, or remedies for the stardom issues– maybe it involved a lot more like realisations too.
Warnings: Nothing as such but lmk if you find any!
Word count: 3.3k
A/N: first off, I wanna start by saying that idols, matter of fact any artist, are humans too and should be treated like the same. This story incorporates this idea in parts too so I hope this helps deepen/strengthen some people's understanding of this while also being just a (hopefully) worthy read too! Secondly, writer block swallowed me (it sucks, trust me) aaaand hence the inactivity, but also this isn't quite how I wanted this story to turn out so I might rewrite this in the future :") hope you enjoy this!🖤
Recommendations: Listen to 'Mixed Up' by Enhypen while you're at it, it'll really be worth it💁♀️
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It hadn't been long since the door to Niki's balcony had been slid open, his plan of refreshing his mood after a long tiring day in order to go back to sleep peacefully executing fairly well with a cup of hot tea he picked as his companion to admire the starry sky this quiet night, with only a few city lights shimmering at distance attempting to match the real shimmer that spread above. Yet soon enough, this lavender aroma was accompanied by a low vibrating noise from his pocket, to which the boy groaned questioning who it could be that would call him at this peculiar hour, giving in to
find out by himself after a few more vibrations tickled his pocket. A small smile unknowingly occupied his face the moment he noticed the caller ID, 'Y/n🐰💫', though quiet annoyed his healing time had been interrupted, the person who did so was someone he didn't necessarily mind, not at all in fact.
"This better be important enough to be interrupting my beauty sleep, Y/n" He spoke the moment he accepted the call. "I know you weren't sleeping, your voice is clear enough to do another concert right now" You sharply responded, to which he couldn't help but add back the point of the conversation. "And what if I was sleeping? It's called talent, lady. And we literally see each other everyday? Do you want the nights too now? Scratch that, I'll try only one more time, what do you want right no-"
"How do you deal with unnecessary hate, Riki? What have us artists been doing wrong to be receiving all this...hate for, at this point, basically just....breathing?" You were quick to come to your intentions behind this much needed call from your side, this much needed answer for you. Equally was he quick to understand too.
After all, being the closest to this situation of yours would already come to him naturally, considering the both of you did share the world of this profession; being an artist, being around and making music, being on stage, coincidentally under the same label too. However, that couldn't have been the only reason why you picked him of all people to share this to, telling him even before your own sister-like group mates. Maybe, just maybe other reasons lied for it too, partly known to you and partly waiting to be known with perhaps this answer.
"Be at the park midway between our dorms in five." He sternly stated.
"But-"
"In five, see ya." There wasn't any need for you to show any hesitation considering the closeness you both already shared, not even at slumber hours like these.
And that's how you ended up here, in the middle of a quiet, calming park with the same stars Niki found himself admiring a while ago, now as your visible umbrella too. Perks of being close to artists from the same label as yours included having your group dorms fairly close to each others', sharing most of yours surroundings as mutually 'nearby' places, so this place too was actually five minutes away for the both of you, which meant you'd often meet up over here to rekindle your thoughts, the ones which couldn't formally be let out while at work, even if you both would be working on a project together.
The sky accompanying the barely lit park seemed to oddly replicate your hoodie; dark, smooth and occasional polka dots, or stars as the spacial equivalent, here and there. Like the hoodie kept you in comfort while waiting out in this chilly post winter night, the sky kept you comfortable with your thoughts, not letting them go too out of hand and lead to a breakdown perhaps before the boy could even arrive. And the sky too kept you safe under it's twinkling blanket with the mellow breezes, the way your fuzzy hoodie ensured your safety from the world, a world where your identity was more than just your personality, it was more of the same coated with the stardom and it's fame–moulded everytime to fit natural assumptions accordingly without your permission.
These assumptions, the ones that actually stuck out enough to occasionally bother you, no matter how nonchalant you'd usually remain towards them. Such absurd, baseless theories only tend to ruin artists like yours' paths slowly eventually, while the media and public would indulge in it at the heat of the moment, while for the contradictory, rather instantly inclining fame it created for you all. You have always learnt to keep such things out of your track, knowing it would only litter your way ahead and clutter your mind, and understanding well that there are your label's employees who are prepared to take care of any such things if they got too out of hand. But of course, like any other human, you too had your exceptional times, where the frustration and your tear stained pillows left evidence of these rarities being more than just 'clutters'. Just like you felt today, just why you were here in waits.
Delayed but eventually, the boy you awaited upon's figure appeared gradually clearer from your left, more and more coherent of his features the closer he got, until he stood right in front, taking a seat next to you on the bench with the same small smile as earlier on. You didn't dare slip a word out of your thoughts yet, knowing very well you had no idea how to actually speak them out without instantly choking on some sobs. When he just saw you blankly staring at him motionless, he knew it would take more than just his arrival to get you to speak.
"Hello? Earth to Y/n? Am I audible?" Snapping his fingers in front of you until you sighed, at least some sort of response you could formulate to reassure him of your mind's presence. "Hi Niki, you're finally here.." You greeted slowly, trying ro relax yourself from all the effort your brain was putting into this presentation of your thoughts and questions. "I sure am, and now will you tell me what's up? You don't seem as pleasant as always, is everything okay?" He softly asked, almost in a honey sweet tone. You averted your gaze towards him before finally getting some words to put out for him to understand. "Niki, you and I both know that I haven't done anything wrong. I just do what I love like many others out here, just make music, perform and entertain for a living. And at this position, most people do receive heaps of assumptions, rumours and criticism and that's understandable. But why would anyone give out so much of it, that to mixed with immense hate, threats and what not, just because I'm doing what I always have done? It's starting to feel like maybe I have been wrong about being not wrong all this time, even if it's false, it's starting to feel like the truth..." You trailed off, the later just staring back attentively at you and absorbing your words one by one.
He paused for a minute before speaking, trying to understand if the cause of these thoughts of yours were actually the same as to what he thought they were. Even though finding out the cause at that moment was least of what could pause your breakdown, it could definitely help Niki addressing your general concerns while knowing what exactly triggered them.
"Well, I know how you feel right now, many words we receive just don't seem to make sense or in line with reality no matter how potentially true they seem. But, you know the truth, and that's all you need to stick to, no matter how hard it may seem, but at the end sticking to it is all that can help you keep your mind away from the lies and allegations, right?" He sincerely suggested, placing a hand on your shoulder.
You looked away from him, into the darkness of the night as your mind transparently projected those comments you had found earlier under the performance recording you were rather excited to show to the world, ironically hoping for some supportive messages, which you did find, but they too got overshadowed pretty quickly by the hate. Your mind played tricks on the sky ahead of you, a comment floating in front of you saying 'you both did great!! So talented<3' slowly faded away as other comments appeared around it, 'they're too suspiciously close to each other', 'She's popular only because she's friends with him', 'Seriously? Milking off his fame again?' And what not, popping up rapidly when one such comment finally completely replaced the supportive one from earlier, in big block letters, it was a headline saying something along the lines of 'She is clearly making him uncomfortable, even if she fancies him she doesn't deserve him!', and slowly all you could see was this headline. Not the starry sky anymore, not the swaying bushes in front of you, not even Niki sitting next to you, just this box and the words on it. These words spoke so loud to your thought process, you could barely hear what Niki said anymore. The daze of what clearly remained false taking over the truth you had always known. And why this one headline stuck out the most for you, was maybe because it was partially right, and the rest of it believed to be implied as right according to you.
"I never made him uncomfortable..." This came out as a whisper, yet loud enough to get Niki wondering about it. "If you don't mind sharing, what exactly is the matter, Y/N?" You look back at him, trying to think of a way of telling him what it is without specifically telling him who it is about.
"Let's just say shipping rumours, that I like a certain idol I am actually just close to. I'm afraid it's getting out of control, maybe to the point where the company might make me keep a distance from him, when he's the one I trust the most as a companion out here." You tried not to give out too much detail, not giving him a hint of who it was. Your ears, however, were quick to catch on to the deep sigh Niki let out before speaking.
"Well..... In that case, you can always ensure to put out your side of the rumour to the staff first. It's not like those hurtful things would ever come into consideration too if there are no such motives from your side, right? Plus, I'm sure that if you both are that close, he would be understanding too and prevent public interactions for the time being, but you both could obviously still meet normally whenever you'd be off work, like how we do" He muttered towards the end, causing you to sharply turn towards him and stare, hoping he didn't already catch up on the part you were intending to hide as of now. Luckily, it seemed like he just mentioned the ending line as an example, nothing else, and it shows. Maybe you were good at hiding things after all.
You looked to the ground, fiddling with your fingers nervously while contemplating your next question and it's choice of words. "But what if....it's true? What if I do.....maybe like him." Your voice narrowing down to a whisper as Niki shot his head up, almost in disbelief, as if he didn't want to hear it. This time, he was quick to reply.
"I-in that case, I'm sure most the idols you're friends with are understanding enough... You could give it a try, at least....confess to get it off your chest, you know that helps a lot too. I should try it too.... but even if it doesn't work out for you and the idol in question doesn't feel the same, at least you'd know you tried. And if he does feel the same, then nothing to worry about either! You two could definitely figure out something and some terms to keep the relationship on, a-and I'm here to...help you always, you know...." It was like every time he stuttered, his mind was just warning him about the consequences of his words for himself, for his own feelings he tried to neglect till some time ago, now maybe he'd still have to neglect them for the sake of your happiness. Because that was his priority after all.
On the other hand, his genuineness seemed to calm you a bit. You, for once did start to consider opening up about your 'forbidden' feelings to....him. While he was beginning to hurt, you were beginning to find yourself a remedy, which would unknowingly heal him too.
Just when you were wondering if all the opinions were true or not, and how that could impact your confession, a ping sound or two filled up the the air nearby, indicating one of you were receiving some messages. It was Niki's, so he picked up the phone from the bench as it lit up to revealed messages from his manager on the notification bar. The dimly lit phone was still enough for you to notice the boy wiping the corner of his eyes a little before unlocking his phone, getting you wondering if it was really that chilly outside to get him a runny nose and watery eyes so quickly.
Thinking it would be something about his schedules for tomorrow, Niki was about to turn his phone back into his pocket when a word from the screen caught as a glimpse for his eye; your name. He speedily opened the chat and read through the two medium lengthed texts the manager who was more like a brother to him had sent. His manager knew Niki had a small thing for you, so only keeping that in mind did he send in some suggestions and advice for Niki, related to perhaps confessing, along with the initial news of relationship rumours blowing up around by the media between Niki and a certain female idol, much expected after the performance these both had put up on a collab stage earlier that week, maybe just not expected to be brutal to this extent.
This sparked mixed emotions in Niki. It frustrated him, the thought of some people's assumptions put out with rather cruel choice of words that clearly hurt you to this point had now been understood on a deeper, more personal level for him. But, realising this underlying confession he just received from you seemed sweeter than any other thing to matter to him at the moment. After all, who wouldn't feel cloud nine suddenly brushing an entrance open for them upon the news of the one they admire heartily, reciprocating their feelings ever so fondly too?
Picking back up parts of his sanity remembering you still sat right next to him, he turnt to face you, determined to take this ahead then and there, giving you the reassurance you much needed too. Your mind still trying to shake off the possibly humiliating, hurtful consequences of confessing as just 'overthinking', it was certain that Niki smiling so widely at the texts he received at these A.M. hours weren't helping with that either.
"The negativity, is it getting too noisy?" He broke the silence, trying to suppress the smile his thoughts brought onto his face.
"Yeah, too loud. I just wanna run away from it." Discouragement was clearly enveloping your mellow voice.
"I see... you know another way of knowing if he's a good choice is seeing if he'd like to run away with you away from the chaotic world, not physically, just to a mentally better place with you... give all the required attention and time for it too..." Coming from your close companion, who certainly radiated a more than friends energy towards you, who sat there giving you all the needed company patiently in the middle of the night, quite directed of a remark, isn't it?
That somehow brushed your last straw off you. Knowing he would take up this role if it's for you, regardless of if he has been aware to your feelings towards him or not, brought across the realisation of him being a safe place for you too. You promptly gave in to your emotions, dropping any remaining filters you displayed to him in the form of tearful streams, and not long before soft occasional sobs joined in to give your state company. All while Niki was there, deciding to silently comfort you by pulling you into a warm, securing hug, patting your back and reminding you everything will be alright.
You had never really thought this could help you, someone's warmth could give you comfort like no other. As you thought until then, comforting hugs could only really come from your stuffed plushies, not from someone you didn't even know personally prior to the fame knowing you. Oddly enough, this seemed to be an effective way to ease your persistent concerns, putting them away calmly as his presence alone soothed you. And even though you would rather not pull out of that hug, you still did to catch some fresh air with a smile indicating your mind being in a better, more calm state than before. This somehow automatically reflected on his face, his lips too curving upwards the moment he noticed yours.
After some comfortable silence, enjoying the breezes and stellar spread while sitting next to each other, slowly turning into another fun conversation as always, Niki decided to bring up what was on his mind as the realisation that came across with the news broken by his manager earlier.
"Y/N, can I ask you something?" Hesitant priorly, he had now gained the confidence to be stable about it since he knew the answer anyway.
"Sure, what's up?" You looked at him.
"This was about our collaboration stage from yesterday, isn't it?" He frankly voiced his thought, quickly figuring out he did understand correctly, that it was the cause of all your words tonight too, thanks to the instantly astonished look on your face.
"Wel-" You were quickly interrupted by a series of loud calls, mentioning your name in a concerning way.
"Y/N! Where are you? Y/N!" The calls in unison made it clear for the both of you that they came from none other than your group mates, probably caught off guard by your absence at this hour from the dorms.
"I need to go, and thank you for everything you did for me right now, I mean it." You begin to bid him goodbyes and get up from the bench running your hands through your jacket creases to fix them.
"That still doesn't answer my question though" He playfully mentions, making you giggle.
"Let's hypothetically say it is so" You exclaim with the same energy as you proceeded to move towards the sounds of your group members with slow steps, chuckling a little upon hearing a gasp leave his mouth.
"In that case, how about I change your contact name as 'bae' on my phone? Or would you prefer to be called something else?" He asked, conveying his backhanded confession with a playful manner of presenting it but ensuring it seemed just as sincere.
"Who else would you call that if not me? Of course, do what needs to be done. And until tomorrow, goodnight babe!" You bid him finally with this newfound nickname even you gave to him, making him blush as much as you upon hearing it.
"Goodnight, dream of me~ and hope dis–patch doesn't cover page us tomorrow itself!" He yelled at your figure waddling towards the members in far sight before passing him a last sweet smile.
When you wear their merch around them for the first time
;Them as you boyfriend
Stray Kids OT8 Imagine
Type: Imagine
Pairing: Stray Kids member x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Crackhead
Warnings: Nothing as such but lmk if you find any !
A/N: I could've posted this 3 days ago but THE EDITING TOOK SO LONG😭 also is this my way of manifesting merch? Yes, yes it is
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Scenario:
Going through your entire closet, you had already made a whirlpool out of your clothes looking for something, as you called it, 'fresh and good' to wear to your boyfriend's house. Your sulking only grew until a rather new clothing item caught your eye from the upper shelves of your closet you treated as your 'shrine of merch' of all your favourite artists you had collected throughout the years. It was a stray kids merch, one you were sure your boyfriend didn't know about, and finding it the perfect match to your pants too, you decided that this comfy beautiful outfit would not just get you to meet some fellow stays out in public, but also some reaction from your beloved.
๑ : Chan
— It was the district 9: Unlock world tour official hoodie. Yes, the iconic one😭✋🏻 so obviously, the leader, your beloved's reaction couldn't be any less iconic could it?
— Hugs you normally while greeting you until he feels the fabric of your hoodie, that was definitely ✨Stray kids merch quality✨ right there
— Pulls out of the hug and scans your hoodie, eyes evidently widening when he noticed the tour logo
— "Y/n- You were a Stay since the d9 world tour??" Probably his biggest shock for the day seeing you nod excitedly
— Not that he wasn't excited, pfft who are we kidding he was all giggly and cheerful💫 but it just came off surprising to him at first, thinking about it
— "Good choice in merch by the way~ " Genuine compliments and genuine excitement like the genuine man Mr. Bang Chan is💁♀️
๑ : Lee Know
— When you walked in and he saw it wasn't his hoodie that you were wearing so proudly, mans was quick to roll his eyes 🙄
— Well TOO QUICK MR. LEE because this IS your hoodie too! May not be owned by you, but of course of the group you're in sO–
— A little surprised but also VEERRRYYYY proud, it showed on his smirk cmon
— Thought it fit you perfectly, maybe even better than any of his own hoodies🙆♀️
— Pulls you closer, hands around your waist attentively listening to you talk about the time you bought this hoodie, definitely getting prouder by the story and every passing minute in general
— "I see now you're actually showing the world you're with me... I mean my face is literally on your hoodie hah!!" Chuckled victoriously until you were quick to point out that it was after all merch and many stays own it too.
"Well, aren't stays mine too~ ?" YEAH YEAH ALRIGHT MINHO WE ARE YOURS🙄😭❣
๑ : Changbin
— He had a habit of scanning your outfits so he could compliment them👀
— When he noticed the 'Stray kids 1st #lovestay ' written on your sweatshirt, it was only natural he was baffled🤯
— DEFINITELY had to double take to convince himself
— "I didn't get you that...does that mean you have stray kids merch AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT??" Screams in tiny when he realised you weren't playing when you said you've been a Stay since a while now-
— Since it was #lovestay merch, he'd ask you about the fanmeets and get talking about how stays really feel about such events *cuz he cares ab stays having a good time always*😌
(Broke and I - stays how are we doing🙂)
— "This is so cute, Y/nie! I didn't know you liked us this much" "I'll make sure to buy you our merch next time onwards" pls his reactions would be so adorable😭
๑ : Hyunjin
— Mans was already side eyeing you the moment you walked in cause he didn't wanna make it obvious he's a simp🙄
— But when he noticed the sweatshirt you were wearing it's like he didn't even have to act dramatic, it came from WITHIN HIM, NATURALLY
— Gasps VERY AUDIBLY and is just staring at you admiringly
— "I have never seen someone style our merch like THAT but NOW I'D DEFINITELY BE DOING IT TOO" He found your outfit combination very bold and cool yet comfortable, something he enjoys in fashion😌✨
— You know that part in God's menu's behind the scenes where the cars had just passed by Hyunjin and he was so shocked by their speed? Yeah, the moment you turnt around looking away from him, he had the same expression🤯
— Would get you more merch to watch you rock them too + more often ask you for fashion advice 💅
๑ : Han
— You were wearing a No Easy hoodie and black sweatpants since it was a chill hangout
— When knocked, the door opening revealed a boy wearing the same hoodie with ironically black swearpants. Yup, It was Han.
— Mans completely forgot he was wearing the same hoodie "You took my hoodie? I mean mind Y/n but you could've just told m-" "Han, this is mine. You're wearing yours." THAT'S when he realised
— Both of you just stood there, jaw dropped by the astonishment 🧍
— "You have our merch??" He broke the silence while screaming🤦♂️
— "Ye-" "Which all?? We could match more often then!! We're matching right now omg!!!!" Excited Han mode : On✅
๑ : Felix
— Even tho you were wearing the black sweatshirt (like the Miroh era merch one), Felix saw it as some top fashion attire on you (skz merch is top fashion duhh💅)
— Looks at you all smiley as though he just saw an angel💫
— His sunshine eye smile too (*^^*)
— "Omg Y/n you look so good in this!" All cheerful and happy and he wouldn't even hide it~
— Hugs you more than usual while y'all went about the day
— Takes TONS of pictures and selfies with you all day to keep as a memory
— I have a feeling he'd send the pics to his family too all showing you off😭 you wouldn't know about his until you received a text from his sister complimenting you about it🙆♀️
๑ : Seungmin
— He doesn't compliment your outfits all the day, only when he really likes the style he does so, which still happens pretty often so🤷♀️
— You expected he'd have something to say about this merch centered fit of yours, but boy were you wrong🧍♀️
— Didn't say anything, didn't react, just stared and stared and stared at the stray kids logo👁👁
— Took him some time to get what that was but when he did he screamed a little, audible enough for everyone at the cafe to hear
— Just stares at you like a lost puppy hoping for some explanation or talking about this merch because he isn't able to bring himself to start a convo💭
— "Do you like my outfi-" "YES I love it~ it looks so pretty on you and reminds me of how I originally imagined it to look on stays and your necklace suits the aesthetic so well and and and-" Okay now he's finally getting out all the honest thoughts and compliments he had about it <3
— Yeah have fun changing the topic today Y/n😭👍
๑ : Jeongin
— that one dolphin scream he has? Yeah be ready to witness that🙆♀️
— SCREAMS and hugs you immediately as his coping mechanism to process it
— Was actually pretty normal about it, except for his very obviously red cheeks 👁
— Is very fascinated hearing how much you know about stray kids merch and stayville and had a good conversation with you about it
— "So Y/n, what do stays think of the ot8 wolfgang perfor-" "NEXT QUESTION" Y/n's a real one✊
— Takes some pics of you and IMMEDIATELY sends it to the members
— "Hyungs loooook she's wearing our merch!!!" All happy and giggly ( ´∀｀)
Genre: Angst, supernatural powers, borderline sci fi
Summary: Turning eighteen; this didn't just mean you'd be a legal adult now. It also meant that your decade long questions, some unanswered, some unheard of, all would find their answers, for the big grand box from the attic which Uncle Paul always tells you about, could only be opened once you're eighteen. This wouldn't just feed your curiosity, it would also help you calm your fire. Yes, literal fire you could emit. But, big things never go as planned, do they? With a new face, rather seemingly familiar to you, and your best friend's remarks to your reaction to this face, it is quite evident that this day isn't just going to be a special day of revealing your life's motives, and with the grey toned clouds as a cherry on top, you would only have to wait for peace of mind longer, maybe receiving something, or–someone else instead.
Warnings: Blo*d, De*th
Word count: 4k
A/N: I teared up a little while writing the ending tbh :') but I gave this a lot of energy so I hope this is a good read !!💞
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The sound of the alarm never bothered you unless its repetition reaches a double digit number of times, which is, when it is absolutely required for you to leave the bed and rush to school with the remaining not-so-double digit number of minutes you had for school to begin. Yet, often before the time your phone buzzes to reach this number, you would bolt out of your sheets onto the floor, all thanks to the sparks that leave from your fingertips onto your skin to subconsciously wake you up.
You never asked for this life. Maybe as a child, supernatural powers did fascinate you, powers involving elements. But ever since one such element caused demolition in your life,
engulfing your own parents into the afterlife dimension through flames, leaving you, a then naive child on the streets with your only known remaining family, your uncle, your opinions did change. This would be the last thing you would ever ask for, even in your dreams. Yet, universe calls for it, for giving the one who least desires something, ironically, that thing. Maybe the pain and agony which followed that misfortune were too catalysing, only coming to light to you the day you accidentally burnt a pot with the force exiting your fingers, what you felt like was just anger.
That day, uncle Paul, not as surprised as you, but certainly more upset, made you sit down with him, willing to discuss something 'important' with you. He couldn't form much, just a brief explanation of why there is a giant yellow box in your attic, which you were never allowed near. "This box, it contains something for you left behind by your parents. But you will only be granted access to it when you turn eighteen..." This thought grew your impatience like the growing flames emitted by you each passing day. Eighteen, quite far at that time. Felt like you would not make it till that age without attempting to ruin that box with this elemental power of a curse at least a handful times. Still, as surprising as it sounds, you did make it with all your remaining patience. Or maybe you had just grown too tired to bother anymore. Either way, the much awaited day finally came. You hoped waking up to this blazing terrible alarm your body set up periodically would be worth it this one day. Leaping your way to the school bus stop, you experienced another first; being excited to go to school for once. Not because of the wishes or greets, or friends, rather because you were supposed to be with Uncle Paul at home after school to presumably open the much awaited vault, and finally getting to know your ways around this curse.
Lunch time, You were having a hard time walking around with the few gifts and cards you had received from close ones in your arms, knowing it may trigger a fiery situation any moment, avoiding which in public was at any cost a necessity. While finally taking a seat at your regular cafeteria seat and dipping your hands in cold water as a temporary remedy, your eyes fell on this one specific someone. Someone you had never seen around before. Someone who perhaps....caught your attention like no other.
This someone, his aura felt frosty, almost in a refreshing way. Beside the fact that ice and cold objects like his aura were the only escapes from your burning misery, his presence in itself felt calming too. His facial features, quite marked out, you found yourself remarkably admirant of. The knots in your stomach raised unknown feelings in you. There, another first. This one however being highly questionable and unfamiliar to you, until you recalled this is what your friends described their first loves as.
This would take some time for you to process, if your widened eyes weren't indicative of it enough. Your mind continued roaming around this idea for a few seconds before–another first– You instinctively turnt around for a brief time and covered your nose, it was a sneeze, followed up by blood. Did you catch a cold? The last time you experienced anything as such was when your mother used to take care of you with all sorts of soups and medicines for it. But the blood still seemed unexplainable.
As confused as you were, hassles were something you preferred avoiding. You wiped it off quickly and turnt back, only to see some girls squealing and fanning themselves over something you had to divert your gaze for, only to leave you in more questions. Said someone was taking off his oversized blue sweater in an equally confused state, and seemed to be looking at you but look away the moment he met your gaze. Not to worry, he did have a white shirt underneath still, sorry girls. Somehow though, you felt he was relating to your surprise of unusual things occurring, the way he shared the same look while taking off the sweatshirt he probably had always seen as a necessity as the look you had when the red fluid had spotted your upper lip.
Confusion, confusion. And some astonishment too, maybe. That's what this day did not lack at all. The vault, the secret, this boy, this feeling. These thoughts pushed the present out of your head until you were quite literally pulled back in, as Jennie tugged on your arm trying to get your attention. "Looks like someone's falling for the new guy" her teasing tone said it all, even the things you would prefer denying, which you denied not so convincingly. "He looks pretty cool" she stated. Cool? What kind of wordplay is fate playing with you, you thought. She further added, " and don't worry, he's not been able to get his eyes off you since the moment he came, I've seen it all. Oh so adorable!" Hearing that brought a small reassurance to you, but you just glared at Jennie with what she calls, ironically, 'fiery eyes'. One last time before the bell rang, indicating lunch break was over, you took a peek of this icy boy only to catch him already looking. This time however, he didn't look away.
You both stayed like that for a while, letting the eyes speak when words couldn't. His sincerity showed with those frozen shiny eyes of his. You could've sworn you could stay like that forever, if not closer, until your instincts decided to ruin the moment again, as you sneezed harder this time. Gosh, the sickness is really getting to you, you thought, as you resumed at him who was now breaking in sweats. "Love fever I see here" Jennie walked between the both of you making this audible enough for the both of you to catch onto. You slightly punched her shoulder and walk away too.
Finally, the school day was over, and it was time for you to deal with your actual mystery. You hurriedly hopped towards the driveway where parents would come to pick their children, waiting for your uncle. A few minutes pass by, a few quarters of minutes pass by, no sight of the man in his red car you looked for yet. Another man however, perhaps decided to share your presence as you saw from the corner of your eyes, the same 'icy' boy from earlier hesitantly approach your way. After standing inches away from you for a while with no contact other than a small smile from both of you as acknowledgement of each other's presence, he decided to break the breezy silence. "Hey, I'm Sunghoon, I'm new to this school as an exchange student, and you looked kind and....familiar, unlike the others, so I was wondering if we could maybe be... friends?" This didn't come off as surprising to you as it would, you had already sensed he wanted to build a bond with you from that little eye contact you had had.
"Sure! You seem nice, so why not. I'm Y/N by the way." You exclaimed while furthering your hand for a handshake. He follows, but on the skin contact, both of you suddenly flinched back as you could feel a spark passing through your hand. You're sure he felt it too, but wasn't confused about what that was. More confused as to why it happened, for a second making you wonder if he had some unusual ability-turnt-habit like your flaming powers too, but you shrugged it off when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket, the caller ID showing as your uncle's, making you bound to pick up with questions.
"Hello uncle Paul! Where are you? It's getting late! Oh.....oh....okay...no I understand...Yeah I'll find a taxi or something...I'll figure it out, don't worry yeah? Alright....Oh I can open it by myself??...That's g-great....thank you so much uncle! Yes see you soon...thank you, bye!" Looked like his boss was quite against the idea of revealing of the secrets that day, as he burdened Uncle Paul with more work than usual. You sighed, looking for ways to get home, now even more eagerly as Uncle said you could open the box by yourself, and calm your decade long questions by yourself by the time he reached home to discuss it further. Sunghoon probably took note of your state through your tapping feet, as he offered you a ride back home. "Hey, if you don't mind I could drop you back home, I'm free right now anyway. And we're friends now, so you could trust me with it too." You thought for a bit but the familiarity he gave off made you not only agree to his offer, but also invite him in and hang out with you while you opened this grand box. How strange, you've never even told Jennie, your closest companion since childhood about this power of yours, and here you are, letting an almost stranger share the moment of reveal you had long waited for with you, you thought.
He gladly accepted your hang out offer, looking happy. You too, felt strangely happy, as if you were hoping for it. Maybe Jennie was right. All throughout the car ride to your house, you both had a good time, talking genuinely and getting to know each other fondly, and quite fast for such less time. You did, however, have a few moments where a spark or two left your fingers, drawing note to your arm's glowing red blood vessels, which Sunghoon surprisingly didn't react much to as he looked busy trying to warm up his palms often. This felt strange nevertheless, almost giving you Deja Vu.
Upon arriving to your doorstep and opening the door, You welcome him in and show him the way to the living room as you found the grand attic box already kept on the coffee table, eagerly waiting to be opened and discovered about by you. When Sunghoon noticed the box, his smile turnt more into a wide mouthed gasp. "I have the exact same box at my house, I was however only allowed to open it after I turnt eighteen." Without even slight hesitation, you added. "Why, same. I wasn't allowed to open it until today either." He seemed to pause for a minute, looking at you rigorously before wishing you a happy birthday in his tiny exciting gestures, making you laugh.
"Well, thank you! Also, since you've opened a similar box before, would you mind helping me open mine?" "Sure!" He instantly added.
There you both were, sitting on either sides on your porch with this detailed box between you. The aura however, changed up suddenly, as you could see the clouds above growing darker, and Sunghoon sweating a lot more like he did back at school, while your body temperature raced higher, making you feel like it was a fever, like how you used to feel as a child when your mother claimed you had a fever. "This feels odd. Y/N, do you feel it too?" Sunghoon suddenly questioned, looking shocked by his shirt, now covered in sweat, as if it was a first for him in a while too. "I do, except I just feel feveri-" Another sneeze interrupted your words, more traces of blood visible in your snot, tingling your throat roughly alongside. "Whatever, let's just open this." He stated, you agreed. While he snipped the seals and you untied all strings off this box, you narrated to him what the box signified to you, obviously without telling him about the actual superpower. It just felt like telling him of all people was right. By the end of your rant, you could see him sitting frozen, maybe thinking about what you had just said. You still proceeded to open the box, though.
Low and behold, there lied all your answers. There was a letter in the middle of the box, and that's about it. That's about it? This was kind of disappointing but nevertheless, a letter here could answer more than any object could. While you opened the letter with a yellow laced makeshift envelope spelling "To Y/N" as the back print of the paper, you could see Sunghoon's eyes widening, cognizance appearing on his eyes. He quickly joined beside you to read out the letter, both anxiously forgetting about all that was happening to your bodies.
"Dear Y/N,
Kang Y/N.
The princess of Fire.
Yes, that's what you are. Your mother and I were the guardians, the royalty of fire, our job was to always work our whole lives with and beside the family of Parks, the family and royalty of Ice. We, however, did end up in a war of misunderstanding, orchestrated by a third party. Thankfully, it didn't take much effort for us to erase the existence of this third party, but along with that dawned a boon on us; death in the form of slow poison for both your mother and I, along with Mr. And Mrs. Park. Today is our last day breathing, still serving in each other's favours. So I just wanted to let you know, that now that you're eighteen, you have to continue this legacy. You are the princess of fire, do your work and serve alongside the prince of ice. A similar letter has been handed over too the prince of Ice, too. You both would find each other sooner this way. Just remember to not repeat our mistakes, we cannot afford seeing our daughter and last hope in shambles, the same for the prince of Ice. So, keep in mind two things. One, never get in a war or similar terms of hatred with the prince of Ice no matter how impossible it seems, you would end up like us. The both of you would be the only reason for balance in nature, keep in mind. And Two, now, this would result in instant death, a painful one. Not just for you, for the rest of our bloodline too, for the prince of Ice, too. So, do not-"
Before you both could further read, rings in unison filled the air as you noticed both yours and Sunghoon's phones ringing. You pick up hurriedly, remaining impatient. "Hello, Miss Y/N? We're sorry to inform you that your uncle just got into a car crash here near the countryside, unfortunately he couldn't make it. He left behind a word for you though. He mentioned you're....dying? Because of some 'prince of Ice'? According to him, you met this guy today, and you're falling for him, losing your everything. Anyways, we hope to see you here soon, for the paperwork formalities. We're sorry for your loss." You were in disbelief. Your uncle, your dearest, the only one remaining in your bloodline, was gone just like that. Wait...your bloodline? This had to do something with the second point of the letter, you thought as you felt a light downpour from the now almost pitch black clouded sky, way before sunset.
The sorrow was taking over you, but you had no time for that right now. You looked at Sunghoon, a teardrop escaping his eyes as he hung up on his phone call. "What happened, why are you crying?" You were worried for him like no other. Alright, Jennie was definitely right. "I....my grandmother just passed away. She was the only one remaining in my family, she was my everything. She did say I was in danger too, though." You gasped, gaining his attention. "Well, I'm sorry for your loss, I really am. I feel you, I do. The phone call I just got? Yeah, my uncle, also my only family, passes away in a car crash. And his last words were quite similar to those of your grandmother's. Coincidence quite crazy, don't you think?" You bitterly chuckled as you watched slight astonishment take over his face. "Don't worry, we'll be through this together. How funny, I feel so close with you in just such a short period of time when it usually took me years to grow this close to people. I feel safe with you, though. Do you think this has something to do with the second point? Of the lette-" "Y/n, it is the second point of the letter. Do you by any chance...hate me?" He cut you off with this and a serious look accompanying his face.
"Hate? No way! Sunghoon, I actually think I....I like you...." This definitely wasn't the right time for this, but if the letter and his words held true, this would be your last time. The only remaining time you could tell him honestly. He shut his eyes tight along with his lips, as if immense realisation had hit him while you sat there still shocked from everything that had just happened, with your body's temperature clearly rising every passing second, your fingers burning more and more, the rain getting heavier and heavier, Sunghoon tears leaving one after another.
And there it finally struck: A bright lightning in the sky, and a bolt of fire and fits of sparks exiting your fingertips, stronger than ever, more agonising than ever but this time, this pain stood as nothing in front of every other incident of the day. You watched as tears instinctively left your eyes, your veins glowing brighter than ever, vibrating their walls as the blazes left your body and the fever grew stronger. You were in shambles, yet you tried to keep this mess away from Sunghoon, not wanting to hurt him, the one that now meant everything to you regardless of these events. Sunghoon... you glanced at him to check up on him, and there you saw it. Frosted flakes forming small yet forlorn blizzards spouting out of his fingers, an unknown heat taking growing on his already drenched, sweaty state. He looked back at you, equally as helpless.
"Y/n- I mean, princess of Fire, K- Kang Y/N, pleasure to meet you. I'm Park Sunghoon, p- prince of....Ice. And I....feel the same way about you." Bewildered as these words of his left you, you were quite glad about the reciprocation too. But wait, all of this had begun ever since you both crossed paths. It kept getting worser the closer you got to him, torturous after you confessed to him. "This means yo- you've read a letter like this before too, right? What was point two?" You asked with all the curiosity remaining within. "I have, it says......it says that..." He couldn't seem to complete his sentence, so he picked up the letter of read off of it with his....telekinetic superpowers? Wow, that means you had it in you too, all those years of childhood you thought it was just hallucination when you could move bottles and books around, you thought.
"Do.....do not fall in love with each other. You would create havoc not easy to settle, both vanishing in thin air as your ends instantly. I hope you can do your job well, take care, our daughter. Love, The Kang family." His sobs muffled the end of his words as he looked at you through your tears too. "Sunghoon....I am sorry. This isn't worth it, is it? What have we done..." You blurted out as your tears complimented the heavy downpour outdoors too, Sunghoon trying to get closer to you and wiping some of your tears away. "No need to be sorry, Y/n. Whatever we did, we did it together. How unlucky are we too, when we finally find love, we can't share anytime other than this before our duties end us. I love you, Y/n. I really do. I love you." He leaned against you, hugging you tight like never again, your bodies in utter anguish, but the love within prevailing over any of the pain. "I love you too, Sunghoon. Forever and always, I do. And so what if we couldn't be together for longer? We are one, and we're getting to spend our last moments together, too. How beautiful this is, love."
You called him what he yearned to hear, 'love'.
Gazing deeply into each other's eyes, feeling this warm presence one last long time, you tried your best to not cry from the pain, emotional or physical. It felt like all the guilt was somewhat worth this moment too.
You knew it was near, you knew your end was here. He knew it too. Blizzards outside like never before, yet it was all quiet. The melancholic silence outside was too selfish to even give the rain, the thunder a chance to roar. Sunghoon leaned closer to you, inch by inch. You knew exactly what he was going for, you called for it too.
Closer and closer, effacing the space amidst you both little by little, his breathe fanned your face warmly, arms wrapping one around your waist and the other on your cheek, as your arms automatically found their way around his neck. You connected glances one last time smiling because each other with all your remaining energy before shutting your eyelids, connecting lips and cherishing this end like all your life was worth it for this, all your answers were lying in this sweet moment. The way your lips met each other, this was clearly what you both had been strongly longing for since moments, even more since the truth came to your light. Every second you remained with your lips together was so raw, so warm, so endearing, like all your superpowers had to bow down in front of this magical instant, like you both could say everything time didn't allow you to say through words.
Your senses slowly losing the two of you, your consciousness evidently fading away throughout this when one last time Sunghoon parts from you, whispering on your lips, "Until our next life, love, when hopefully fate isn't this harsh on us." As you hold each other in the same position before falling lifelessly on the floor with a loud thud and a loud thunder striking the oak tree in your backyard, chaos breaking about in nature. Maybe the heavens would be kinder, giving you both more time together in their timeless realm of peace.
Surprisingly enough, what your father mentioned about the world ending chaotically because on this incident didn't come out to be true. You both lost the ones involved in your bloodlines, but how could love so pure ever be so cruel to affect the innocent ones, even nature, as its consequences? Nature found its way back to peace, everything and one found back order in their lives, but that day, the sky weeped like no other.
The sky mourned over its ill-fate of being bound to witness the pain and end of two lovers.
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