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Summary: It was supposed to be a simple, fun day at the carnival with Chan and his kids, but you wanted to make a good impression so you do your best to keep up with their endless energy, only to realize that spending a day with them is a lot more unpredictable than you thought.
Pairing: Dad!Bang Chan x fem!Reader
Genre: AU, Angst with a happy ending, Single Dad Chan, Sweet, Romance, Fun, Chaotic Siblings Energy
Word Count: 4K
Song Inspiration: (For Chan) Cigarettes After Sex - “Sweet” || (For the kids) Grouplove - “Tongue Tied”
A/N: I always wanted to write a single dad story for Chan since he often gets described as being the father of seven chaotic kids. I originally wrote this for a character of a manga series, but I thought it kinda fit Chan, too, so I decided to tweak it with him in mind. Hope y’all enjoy~<3
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“Oops!”
“Chris!”
“Sorry, Appa…”
You stare in worry at Chan’s now drenched shirt, soaked with his son’s blue Icee—the one he had bought for him earlier that day. That was going to hurt Chan in more ways than one. After all, that overpriced drink had cost him nearly ten dollars.
You watch as his son’s big baby-brown eyes fill with tears at his mistake…
And how quickly Chan folds in response.
“It’s okay, Chris. I know you didn’t mean it. I’ll just um…” He looks around for a moment before turning to you. “I’ll just go back to those clothing stands we passed and see if I can grab a new T-shirt. Maybe they’ll have a cheap one.”
You nod, about to respond when another voice suddenly cuts through.
Chrissy nods, shuffling from foot to foot, doing that dance every little kid does when they really have to pee.
“Well, she did finish her large Icee in like, five minutes,” you point out to Chan. He had bought both his kids Icees—a small for Chris while Chrissy had insisted on the large, which she then gulped down in minutes despite her small size.
He sighs while you bite down on your lip to hold back your laughter.
It had been like this all day.
About a week ago, you and Chan had planned a date to attend the Spring carnival, which was only in town for a couple of weeks. You two hadn’t been dating for very long, and therefore, hadn’t gotten the chance to go on many dates, especially with him being a young single father of two. Plus, you had your own busy schedule as well—school, studying, and work. So, you both had scheduled a date that weekend, promising that nothing would get in the way of spending time together. His mom would watch his kids for him that weekend giving them some quality time with grandma while you two had your date.
Then, Chan’s mom unfortunately caught a cold, leaving her bedridden with sneezes and a bad cough. That’s when Chan called you to explain. He had sounded so apologetic over the phone, but you hated it when Chan was upset, especially for things that weren’t his fault. That’s when you got an idea.
“We don’t have to cancel, Chan,” you told him over the phone. “Why don’t we turn it into like, a group thing with Chris and Chrissy?”
“Really?” he had said, surprised. “You wouldn’t mind hanging out with my kids all afternoon?”
You shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it. “Why not? They’re adorable.” Or, at least they were always cute whenever you stopped by Chan’s place. You hadn’t really spent more than ten minutes with either of them whenever you saw them while making quick stops just to pick him up, or to hang out with him.
“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” you continued, cheerily.
A chuckle came from Chan through the speaker. “You only say that because you haven’t actually watched them before. Trust me. They’re a handful.”
But you just shook your head, convinced that this idea of yours to take his kids to the carnival would go perfectly.
“No, they’re cute. So, let’s do it. I’ll come by this weekend and the four of us will have a whole day together at the carnival.”
Chan agreed, although by the tone of his voice, he didn’t sound fully convinced. “Okay. I’ll tell Chrissy and Chris.”
“Great!” you responded, excitedly. “It’s a date!”
When you had arrived at Chan’s place that weekend, before you could even get out of your car, the brother-sister duo came running out the front door, all excited and high energy. You smiled upon seeing the slightly older, eight-year-old Chrissy, followed along by her younger, five-year-old brother, Chris, both wearing matching jumper outfits.
Both were the spitting image of Chan reminding you of childhood photos you had seen of him with dark wavy hair, as well as similar facial features to his, like his slightly wide-brimmed nose, and wide, monolid eyes.
They were so cute.
“Hi Chrissy and Chris,” you said as you walked up to them, crouching down to their level. “You guys ready for a fun day at the carnival?”
Both kids nodded with big grins.
“Where’s your dad?” you asked, looking around for him.
“He’s locking up the house,” Chrissy said with a roll of her eyes, as if annoyed by the inconvenience. “He keeps checking that the windows are closed, the doors are locked…that the oven and stove are off…”
“He always takes a long time whenever we have to leave home!” Chris pouted as he crossed his arms. “Why can’t we just go already?”
You smiled at them, realizing they don’t understand why Chan might take a long time to care for the house before they leave.
“That’s because he’s being a good dad and making sure he takes care of the house even while you guys are gone,” you explained to them. “You guys wouldn’t want to come home and find intruders inside, would you?”
“No way!” Chrissy said, looking shocked at the thought while Chris shook his head, vigorously.
Just then, Chan exited the front door and locked it before heading towards the three of you. You couldn’t help but smile, your stomach filling with butterflies at how cute he looked right now.
Today he obviously chose to match the kids, wearing a red Tee and jumper that matched the ones Chris and Chrissy were wearing. You always loved seeing this youthful, fun side of him that came out whenever he was with his kids.
You two had been officially dating for a little over a month, but even so, you still felt just as smitten as you did the first day you saw him.
“Hey,” he said, greeting you with a kiss to your cheek. You heard his kids giggle beside you. “Thanks again for being cool with this.”
“It’s no problem,” you said, waving your hand. You then glanced down at both kids. “We’re gonna have fun today, right guys?”
“Yeah!” they both yelled in unison.
So, that’s how the four of you ended up at the Spring carnival on a Saturday, arriving a little after 11 in the morning.
Chan had paid for all of your entrance tickets, but you didn’t want him to pay for everything, so you insisted on splitting the fare for the ride tickets as well as tickets for whichever vendor booths the kids wanted to participate in.
Although they were energetic, Chris and Chrissy had started off pretty tame from the walk from the car up to the entrance of the carnival, but once they got inside and their eyes feasted on all the rides, it was like something snapped, unleashing all their energy at once.
“I wanna go on the Tilt-a-whirl!”
“I wanna go on the Ferris Wheel!”
“Can we get stuffed animals?”
“Can we play in the arcade?”
“I want ice cream!”
“I want cotton candy!”
You didn’t realize just how right Chan had been when he told you that his kids were a handful until you actually spent time with them today. They were still cute, but you couldn’t lie—they sure were exhausting.
That’s when Chan had gotten the idea to get them both some food and drinks because at least they would both have to sit down for a moment to do that, which would give you and him a much needed break for a moment. They couldn’t cause chaos if they were busy stuffing their mouths and little bellies. So, you all stood in the long lines at the food concession area and got an array of popular carnival goodies including chicken fingers, corn dogs, popcorn and Icees.
They sat together, using your phone to watch their favorite show while they ate. You and Chan sat at the next table over, talking while keeping an eye on them.
“So, what do you think about my kids now?” he asks you with a knowing smirk. “Now that you’ve spent time with them, I mean.”
You grin as you look over at them both. “They’re still cute. They’re just…” you pause as you try to think of a polite way to say what you truly feel while still being honest. “…a lot.”
Chan laughs in response, as he steals some of your fries, obviously knowing exactly what you mean.
“But I can see why they love you so much,” you continue, glancing over at them again. “You’re such a good dad to them both.”
“Yeah, it’s a lot being a single dad and all, but they mean everything to me,” he says as he looks over at Chris and Chrissy, you noticing the glimmer of affection in his eyes that made your chest feel warm. “I don’t mind them being a handful as long as they happy and feel loved.”
This is partly why you liked Chan so much. Being a single dad at such a young age must have made him mature much earlier. You knew it must have been hard on him sometimes, yet he still took on that challenge fully. And the benefits of having him in their lives definitely showed. His kids have grown up well due to his influence.
You had found it especially cute whenever you caught him doing typical fatherly things, like keeping wet wipes on him to clean snotty noses or wipe grimy hands. Or, the silly way he acted with his kids, making them both laugh and giggle. You could tell how much they loved their dad and vice versa.
Chan eventually helped his kids get cleaned up after you all finished eating. Afterwards, you guys got up to walk around for a little while to “walk off” what you just consumed, but the kids were getting hyper again, ready to choose their next ride only to end up in a little quarrel over which ride to go on next.
“We went on the Ferris Wheel already, Chris,” Chrissy told her younger brother in a condescending tone. “I want to go inside the Mirror Maze.”
“But it’s scary in there!” Chris argued with a terrified pout.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes it is!”
“No, it’s not.” Chrissy then reached out to tug at Chris’s hair.
“Hey! Don’t pinch me!” Chris said, jumping back to avoid Chrissy’s hands. That’s when the Icee drink in his hand flew back and splashed onto Chan. “Oops!”
*
And so, that’s how Chan ended up with a big blue Icee stain down the front of his T-shirt.
Chan pulls out his wallet to count how much cash he has on him for a new shirt. That’s when Chris suddenly pipes up.
“I have to go to the bathroom, too.”
“Of course, you do.”
You smirk at Chan’s dry sarcasm. Although the two had their differences, you’ve learned that Chris is practically his big sister’s shadow. Just about everything Chrissy wanted to do, so did Chris.
“Alright, I’ll just get a shirt later then. Let’s—”
“I’ll take them,” you suddenly offer, without thinking.
At this, Chan’s brows rise. “You sure?”
You nod, certain. “Yeah, it’s fine. I can handle them. You go grab your shirt while I take the kids to the restroom—we’ll meet back up after.”
He smiles at you, grateful. “Okay, great. Thanks.”
He then looks down at Chris and Chrissy, telling them to hold your hands while you take them to the restroom. “Don’t go wandering off. Stay right by her side, okay?”
They both nod in unison. “Okay, Appa!”
He looks satisfied with their response and looks back at you. “Alright, I’ll be right back.”
You watch as he jogs off in the direction of the clothing stands then glance down at both kids holding either of your hands.
“Alright you two, let’s go.”
The three of you head for the nearest bathroom station you can find in the busy carnival. When you guys get there, it’s a madhouse! The line stretches out the door and wraps around the side of the building. Luckily, the line moves quickly so it doesn’t take you all too much time to get to the front.
When the three of you reach the front of the line, you let the kids go first, so you can watch over them. You figured you would just wait off on the side for them to finish, but as you waited for them, you start to feel the large soda you had earlier catching up to you.
You could go in a stall once someone came out, but if the kids came out before you finished, they wouldn't know where you were, so you waited for them to exit so you could tell them which stall you were going in. Afterwards, they could wait off to the side together for you.
Once they both come out, you slip into the same stall Chrissy came out of and tell them to stay together while you go. Then, you all could wash your hands together.
“Okay! We’ll wait right here!” Chrissy agrees, eagerly while taking hold of her brother’s hand.
You grin and close the door to do your business.
As you used the bathroom, you thought about how the day had gone so far. You were glad you and Chan decided to take his kids to the carnival. It gave you a chance to really get to know them besides just polite pleasantries, and although they were a handful, they were still really sweet kids. You could see why Chan cherished them so much and why they looked up to him.
You just hoped they liked you as well. They seemed to based on how things had gone so far. Maybe you could buy them Dippin’ Dots ice cream once you guys left the carnival. They had pointed the stand out when you guys first entered, but Chan had turned the idea down, not letting them have ice cream just before getting on rides, lest they get sick. If you got them some before leaving, they’d walk away with good memories of you.
“Chrissy?” you call through the closed stall to make sure they are still waiting. “Chris? You both okay?”
Nothing.
A small frown tugs at your lips.
“Chrissy?” you call again. “Chris?”
Aside from the sounds of people entering and exiting bathroom stalls, along with various conversations, there was absolutely no response from either child.
Your heart stops.
You rush to finish and push the stall door open, immediately looking in the area they had been standing at when you first went in the bathroom, but your stomach churns when you realize they’re nowhere to be seen.
“Chrissy? Chris?” you call again as you begin to search the restroom, dropping to glance under the stalls for any sign of little feet in their matching tennis shoes. They had worn matching outfits, making it easier to keep track of them but you didn't see those matching sneakers anywhere!
You go all around the restroom, checking the hand-washing area, then around the restroom to the other side to check more stalls. You start asking around for a brother and sister in matching outfits, but you come up empty every time.
That’s when panic sets in, your heart racing as the situation sets in.
The kids.
Are gone.
*
Your first instinct is to call Chan, but when you reach your back pocket for your phone, that's when you realize in horror that you don’t have it.
The kids!
Your stomach drops.
I gave my phone to Chan’s kids!
You had given it to them to watch videos while they ate but never got it back from them.
Your breath stutters, shoulders dropping as panic starts to set in further.
“Damn it!”
But you don’t dwell on it, instantly, moving on to your next instinct which is to go where you knew Chan was supposed to be—the clothing stands.
You head out the bathroom and make your way through the crowded carnival towards the area with all the vendors selling merchandise.
Your head whips around in every direction, searching for sight of Chan, or for two little kids in matching outfits, but you don’t see either. You begin trying to ask different vendors if they had seen two kids with Chris and Chrissy’s description but not only is it hard to get their full attention due to them dealing with multiple customers at once, but no one gives you anything useful.
You continue through the carnival, but the longer you go without seeing any of the Bang family, the more frantic you become, tears starting to fill your eyes around the brim because of how worried you are.
Chan trusted you with the one simple task of taking his little kids to the restroom and you couldn’t even do that right. As a single dad, he had taken care of his kids for years, but you—an adult—couldn’t even watch them for thirty minutes while taking them to the bathroom. He’s going to hate you once he finds out.
He’s definitely going to dump you. Yell at you, first, and then dump you.
But his kids...
What could’ve happened to them? Did they leave? Did they get distracted by something and follow it? Or…someone?
You feel your stomach bubble with nausea at the thought of someone taking them or luring them away.
You shake your head, refusing to let your thoughts wander into too dark a territory, hoping there had to be a logical explanation for their disappearance. But the longer you search without seeing any of three, the more your tears fill your eyes until they start to fall down your cheeks and blur your vision.
You search frantically through the carnival—darting through rides, asking ride operators and staff, scanning crowds. Every second feels heavier, the guilt gnawing at you.
I lost them. Chan trusted me, and I lost them.
Some kind carnival goers see you crying and try to help by letting you use their phone to call Chan, but you’re so distraught you can’t even remember his number. You dial the wrong number at least three times, which only pisses off the receiver of the call, until they finally snap at you not to call again.
The people who let you use their phone advise that if all else fails, you should let the security know and then wait near the entrance of the carnival to watch out for them. At the very least, they eventually would have to exit the carnival in order to get out, so if you waited by the entrance, you might catch them.
So, that’s exactly what you do, stopping near a tree off to the side while you scan all the people exiting the carnival in hopes of seeing either Chan or the kids. You even let guiding staff near the exit know about your situation, so they knew to be on the lookout.
However, he spots you, first...
In fact, you don't see him until he's already there.
“Oh! There you are!”
You whip around at the sound of his familiar voice.
There, about a foot away, Chan is walking up to you, but he stops in his tracks once he notices the look on your face. “I was wondering where you…were…”
Just at the sight of him, you don’t even get the chance to speak before the tears spill over and down your cheeks.
“Ch-Cha-aaan!”
That’s the only remotely coherent word that comes out of your mouth as you start blubbering. You try to speak but nothing comes out right. To tell him that the kids are gone—no, that you lost them.
Chan’s hands are on your shoulders in an instant, urging you to calm down first, which only makes you cry harder, knowing how mad he was about to be once he knew the truth.
“Hey, hey. Calm down,” he tells you, his voice soft. He keeps his hands on your shoulders which helps to ground you since you’re a second away from going in a catatonic state. He makes you look at him before saying, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“The kids!” you cry, vehemently. “Are gone!”
You tremble in his grasp, sobbing as you manage to choke out words like “bathroom,” “one second,” and “looked everywhere.”
The whole time, Chan looks confused as he tries to decipher your discombobulated speech, but it’s through those key words that he begins to understand because he suddenly pulls you into his chest and comforts you with a hug.
Although you’re confused as to why he would hug you for losing his kids, you can’t help but cry in his arms like a baby.
He shushes you as he rubs your back to soothe you. But what he says next, makes you feel like you’ve been doused with cold water.
“Hey…hey...they’re not gone.”
You freeze, mid-cry, then pull away to look at him in confusion.
“What?”
He smiles at you, sympathetically. “They’ve been with me the whole time.”
Your lip trembles as you look at him like he just spoke a foreign language.
“B-But the b-bathroom and t-they…”
“They ran off without telling you and made you worry,” he finishes, before pulling you in for another much needed hug. “I’m so sorry they did that to you. I assumed you knew they left.”
He pulls away to look at you again. “We actually did wait for you, at first.”
Chan explains what likely happened.
Just after purchasing a new shirt, on his way back to meet you near the restrooms, Chris and Chrissy had come running up to him, telling him you were still going. Then, Chris had caught glimpse of a clown giving out balloons and begged Chan to let him get one, which he did since they were free. What he didn’t expect was for Chris to lose his grip on the balloon and then immediately chase after it.
He and Chrissy had to go after him and that’s likely when you came out of the bathroom thinking they were missing.
Chan lets out a little relieved chuckle while his hands still steady you.
“They’re right over there, actually,” he says, tilting his head to the side.
You blink, still sniffling. “W-What?”
His gaze shifts past you, before calling his kids. “Chrissy! Chris!”
You follow his line of sight, eyes still blurred with tears.
And there they are.
Standing in line at the…Dippin’ Dots stand.
Both completely fine.
Both completely unharmed.
Your face scrunches up all over again, but this time it’s from sheer disbelief.
Both kids turn at the sound of their names, their expressions bright until they see you, and your tear-streaked face, shaking and clinging to their dad.
Their smiles drop instantly.
“Oh…” Chrissy’s voice is small as Chris grips his older sister’s sleeve.
They both look at each other and then back at you. That’s when you know they understand what they did.
Chan gestures for them to come, so they leave the line, walking over to you both slowly, like two kids who know they’re in big trouble.
“Um…” Chrissy starts when they get over to you, while fidgeting with her fingers. “We were just…”
“Sorry!” Chris blurts out, cutting his older sister off.
Chrissy nods quickly. “We didn’t mean to run off like that. We just thought it would be funny and that you would find us with Appa.”
Chan’s hands leave your back, but only to rest on the tops of his kids’ heads.
“Hey,” he says calmly, but still firm. “You two don’t leave like that without telling someone. Especially not in a crowded place like this.”
The children lower their heads.
“Sorry, Appa…”
His gaze softens, but he doesn’t let them completely off the hook.
“You guys scared her.”
And that’s when it really hits them. Both kids look back up at you, this time with guilt written all over their little faces.
Your chest tightens in response, and just like that, you fold just as quickly as Chan had earlier when Chris had accidentally spilled her drink on him.
With those faces, you can’t even be mad.
“I-It’s okay,” you manage to say through your sniffles. “Just…don’t do it again, okay?”
Chrissy and Chris both nod, immediately.
“We won’t,” Chrissy promises.
There’s a pause, then Chan softly asks, “Do you still wanna get Dippin’ Dots with us?”
You let out a shaky laugh, somewhere between exhausted and relieved.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.”
For a moment, Chan watches you—like really watches you, noticing the way you didn’t snap at them and the way you stayed, shaking, but still smiling anyway.
“You really care about them, don’t you?” he asks.
“Of course,” you respond, wiping your eyes. They were his precious kids, and you knew he cared about them more than anything. Because you cared about Chan, that meant they mattered a lot to you, too.
The corner of his mouth turns up as he smiles before hugging you to him again, placing an affectionate hand on the back of your head. “You cared enough to search the whole carnival for them. That means more than you know.”
He then softly whispers, just for you, “Thank you.”
Comforted, you feel yourself settle in his arms as your racing heart returns back to its normal beat.
He then takes your hand and the four of you finish off the day with Chan treating you all to Dippin’ Dots ice cream and then the fireworks show the carnival holds afterwards.
As the chaos melts into warmth, the kids cling to both your hands, while Chan remains quietly grateful that you had passed the most unexpected test of the day.
Summary: Valentine's Day didn't go quite as you had hoped. Last month, your boyfriend had made it pretty clear that he thought the holiday was pointless. So, when White Day arrives and you receive roses, chocolates, and a cute little note on your car, you can't help but think he finally changed his mind. Excited, you give him a call to thank him. After all, if they're not from him, then who?
Genre: AU, Fluff, Sweet, Cute, Romance, White Day
Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader
Song Inspiration: Best Part - Daniel Caesar & H.E.R.
Word Count: 3K
A/N: Missed the chance to write a story for Valentine's Day, so here's one for White Day, a holiday often celebrated in Japan and other areas of East Asia on March 14, that is like a response to V-Day where guys give gifts in return. The tradition seems so sweet, and Seungmin fit the vibe, so yeah. Happy White Day~
♡
Surprise Me
It’s half-past six, your 8-hour shift at the café is finally over, and you are walking out to the parking lot with a big, toothy grin on your face. There’s a bouquet of red roses in your left hand and a box of heart-shaped chocolates in your right, courtesy of your super sweet boyfriend. But apparently, that’s not all he had in store for you.
You pause about a foot away from your car, when you notice something white under the windshield wipers. At first, you think it’s just a scrap of paper, but when you get closer to your car, you realize that it’s a little origami in the shape of a puppy.
Your smile tilts to the side with curiosity.
Careful, you pull the origami out of the windshield wiper and then unfold it to see there’s a written note on the inside.
Hey, hope this makes up for last month.
Your stomach does a little flip as a genuine smile spreads across your face.
Awe! He remembered!
That’s it, you have to call your boyfriend right now.
You pull out your phone and speed dial his number.
The phone rings...and rings……and rings.
“Hello?”
“Hey!” you greet instantly, your voice saccharine sweet while smelling the roses he got you. “I got your gift.” You let out a little laugh.
“Hm?”
“The roses? The chocolates? And now this cute little origami note?” you continue, reading the note again with a grin. “It’s so sweet! I just wanted to call and say thank you. I know I was mad at you before, but this makes up for everything. I forgive you.”
There’s a silent pause on the other end of the line for a moment before your boyfriend finally responds.
“Um…I didn’t get you any roses…”
Instantly, your smile falters. Wait, what? You glance down at the gifts in your hands.
“You didn’t?” you ask, confused.
“No…?” he replies, sounding quite confused himself, but then his tone changes. “Wait, are you doing this on purpose to make me jealous or something?”
You frown in response, taken aback by the snark in his tone. “What?”
You hear his dry chuckle in the speaker of the phone. “Did you seriously make up some bullshit story to tell me about some guy getting you chocolates so that I’ll feel bad?”
You blink, repeatedly, dumbfounded. “N-No, that’s not what-”
“You know what? I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”
Just like that, the call ends.
You stand there in the parking lot looking utterly stupefied for a moment before you put your phone away. You stare back down at the White Day gifts in your hands, then, taking out the little card that came with the roses, you re-check it, looking for a sender, but don’t see a name. You then open the box of chocolates to be extra sure you didn’t miss a note inside, and even reread the origami note, but still, there is no name.
You huff a sigh as you try to think who could have sent you all these gifts.
A coworker, maybe? Or, one of your friends? Or, even your dad trying to cheer you up?
Instantly, a smile breaks out on your face at the thought and you chuckle to yourself, while shaking your head. You loved your father but he was just as clueless as your boyfriend when it came to doing sweet things like this. You had even complained to your dad about what happened between you and your boyfriend on Valentine’s Day, but he was too preoccupied with work to really listen to you.
Guys just don’t get it. They never listen.
That’s when your eyes widen and it hits you.
The origami.
The quiet but handsome dark brunette who always came into the café in the evening.
The one who listened.
“Seungmin…”
~Flashback~
Exactly one month ago, on Valentine’s Day, you were clocked in at the café busy pumping out order after order. The café was always busy, but Valentine’s Day was worse—happy couples everywhere, flowers and chocolates, galore, passing across the counter.
Normally, it would’ve been cute.
Today, it just made your mood worse.
Why? Because of your jerk of a boyfriend, that’s why.
You wanted to do something sweet for him. After all, this would be your first time celebrating Valentine’s Day with him since you guys got together the previous year.
That morning, you had everything planned.
A giant, customized Valentine’s Day card. A stuffed bear nearly as big as you were. And homemade heart-shaped chocolates you had spent the entire night perfecting.
When he opened the door to his place and saw you standing there with everything in your arms, he blinked in surprise.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby!” you said sweetly, handing him the homemade chocolates, first. He took them, still looking confused.
“Um…thanks.”
You then offered him the stuffed bear next, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “I got you this, too.”
He stares at the bear for a moment before sighing.
“I can’t believe you did all this. You know I don’t care about Valentine’s Day, right?”
Your awkward smile subsides, slowly.
He finally takes the bear from you and narrows his eyes at it, examining it like you just handed him some dirty old pillow instead of a Valentine’s Day gift.
“Well, I just wanted to do something special for you, I guess,” you start to explain yourself, your tone less enthused. “It’s our first Valentine’s Day together and I always wanted to do something sweet for my boyfriend.”
“Thanks,” he says again, flatly. You look off to the side, uncomfortably. You had thought about taking him out for breakfast before your shift at work, but suddenly, your stomach didn’t feel so good.
“Look babe, I know you’re into Valentine’s Day and all this sweet stuff but I think it’s a waste. It’s just consumerism, you know? It doesn’t mean anything.”
You swallow, hard, feeling the bile rise up in your gut. So, does that mean all of your efforts meant nothing to him?
You sigh.
Guys don’t get it. They just don’t get it.
*
And so that’s how you ended up in a crappy mood on the lover’s holiday, carrying that energy with you to work. Usually, you would draw a little smiley face on customer’s coffee cups when you took their order, but today, you weren’t the least bit kind as you churned out drink after drink without a single smile—neither on the cup nor on your face.
Well, that is until one of your favorite customers walked through the door at his usual time.
Every weekday, like clockwork, a young man you’d come to know as Kim Seungmin, would walk in and place his order. Working as a barista meant there were always a few regulars who came in religiously and you got to know them pretty well—including Seungmin.
He was quiet, with a calm, gentle demeanor and an expression that always made him look deep in thought. You really liked his eyes. They were a deep brown, warm and thoughtful and whenever he looked at you, it felt like he could see something inside you that even you didn’t know was there.
When he walked up to the counter, you greeted him, just a little more warmly than you had to the other customers.
“Hi Seungmin. How are you this Valentine’s Day?”
“I’m good. You?”
You shrug, not really wanting to get into the details of your crappy love life. “Nothing special. So, what’ll it be today? You getting the usual or are you trying something new?”
He smiles, warmly at you, those deep brown eyes soft. “Surprise me.”
For the first time that day, a smile, although small, graces your lips.
*
About thirty minutes go by and you end up cleaning up around the café since it’s close to closing time. One more hour, and you would be done for the evening. Most of the couples are gone now, only a few customers hanging around, including Seungmin who is at his table, focused on folding something with his napkin. But you’re a little too engrossed in your thoughts to really pay attention to what you’re doing, moving mostly on autopilot as you clean. Your mind keeps replaying the interaction between you and your boyfriend earlier that morning on repeat as you obsess over his lackluster reaction to anything romantic.
You scowl, scrubbing the table like it personally offended you. That’s when a voice cuts through.
“You’re gonna rub a hole in that table if you keep cleaning it like that.”
Your head jerks in the direction of the familiar deep voice and you stare at Seungmin who’s looking at you with a half-turned smile.
You bite on your bottom lip to keep from grinning, as you realize how hard you were scrubbing the table. Although the joke was funny, you weren’t really in a cheery mood right now.
“I just wanted to make sure it’s extra clean, is all.”
“Is that all?” he asks like he doesn’t believe that while staring at you from his seat. You stand up straight, looking a bit unsure as to what he means, so he continues. “I don’t mean to be all in your business. You just…seemed a bit upset today.”
He then holds up his coffee cup and points to it. “I didn’t even get the little smiley face you always draw on the cups.”
You chuckle, softly, but it’s unenthused. “Next time, I promise.” You then move on to the next table, wiping it down in tight circles.
Still, you can feel Seungmin’s eyes watching your every move, and before you can stop yourself, the words tumble out-
“It’s just…why are guys such jerks? I don’t get it.”
Seungmin, who had just picked up his drink to take a sip, chokes a little due to your sudden outburst. “Um…want to talk about it?”
You sigh and turn to face him as you begin retelling what happened with your boyfriend that morning.
“I wanted to do something nice for my boyfriend for Valentine’s Day. Nothing big—just for us. I know so many of you guys think Valentine’s Day is lame. So, I show up this morning on his doorstep with an extra-large card, and this big stuffed teddy bear, and a box of homemade chocolates I spent all night making for him. He opens the door, and I'm standing there like, ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, baby!’ and his response is basically like, ‘oh…thanks.’”
You mimic your boyfriend’s flat tone, before continuing.
“Then he starts going off about consumerism and how Valentine’s Day doesn’t mean anything and I'm just standing there like, ‘Damn! Would it kill you to accept a teddy bear?’”
With an exasperated sigh, you plop down in the chair across from him.
“I swear, so many guys have the nerve to complain about how women only treat guys like ATM machines and never give anything nice back. I just don’t get it.”
“Wow.” Seungmin says with a pensive look on his face as he contemplates on your outburst. “You’re right that is messed up.”
You give him a “right?” look, finally happy to have a moment of solidarity with someone.
“So, that’s it?” he asks, looking up at you. “He just left it at that and wasn’t the least bit grateful for the gifts?”
You shrug. “He accepted them. But only because he had to. Oh, except for the chocolates. He said he was allergic—which I know is a lie. I’ve seen him gobble down chocolate before. He just didn’t want mine.”
“He really does sound like a jerk,” Seungmin says, clearly disgusted.
“Yeah, so that’s how my Valentine’s Day went,” you tell him with a flat smile. “Now you know why I’m in such a pissy mood.”
He smiles back, sympathetically, only the right corner turning up.
“You know what really upset me, though?” you continue as you think back to that morning. “He made me feel so stupid. Like, what I did was childish or something. Like caring about someone and wanting to do something nice for them is…dumb. And it’s not like he’ll meet me halfway. I know he’s not into romantic gestures and stuff, so I tried asking him about what he would like, and what he’s into, but talking to him, like really talk to him, is like trying to have a meaningful conversation with a wall.”
You gesture towards the plain, white wall across the room.
“Only I might actually get more from the wall,” you joke, dryly. “At least it’s stable and offers support.”
This gets a genuine, toothy grin from Seungmin.
You smile back. “How about you, Seungmin? If your girlfriend showed up on your doorstep with a huge card, and a teddy bear and some homemade chocolates, would you like something like that?”
Seungmin blinks as if surprised by your question. “Well, I’d have to get over the shock that I have a girlfriend, first.”
Your eyes widen, surprised yourself by this news. “Really? No girlfriend?” But he’s so handsome.
“Not right now,” Seungmin answers with a slight shake of his head. “But yeah, to answer your previous question, I would like something thoughtful like that. I think what you did is sweet. You’re not lame or childish, at all. But your boyfriend…”
He trails, letting the rest of his sentence hang in the air.
“Yeah. I guess I shouldn’t be getting my hopes up for getting anything for White Day from him if he thinks it’s all just a waste. I did try to give him hints by casually saying things like, ‘Gee, I sure would love to receive flowers unexpectedly.’ And I left magazines around his place about how to make cute little thoughtful gifts. But I don’t think he’ll take the hint. Like I said, talking to him is like talking to a wall.”
You frown and then add, “I even tried venting to my dad, but he wouldn’t listen.”
“I like listening to you,” Seungmin suddenly admits.
You smile at him. “You’re a surprisingly good listener, Seungmin. It’s nice having someone listen for a change.”
You look down, noticing that he’s been playing with a napkin while you blabbed on and on. “Did you make that?” you ask, amused. From the looks of it, he folded the napkin into origami.
“Oh yeah,” he says as his cheeks turn a slight shade of red. He then pushes forward a book on origami. “There was this origami book on the rack.” He points to the shelf where the café places books every month. “It’s a good way to kill time.”
“It’s cute. I love dogs, too.” You point to your name tag that has a little pendant of a dog attached to it, then look back up at him. “Anyways, I’m sorry for unleashing all my relationship drama on you. I guess I just needed someone to talk to who would actually listen. If I could, I would…” you then pause as you realize there is a way you can thank him properly. “Oh, wait! You know what?”
You jump up and go run to the backroom to grab your bag. When you return to Seungmin’s table, you’re holding out a box of homemade chocolates.
“Here. As a thank you for listening to me rant. I put so much work into them, so I want someone who would appreciate them to have them.”
Seungmin’s eyes soften as he stares at the box of chocolates for a moment before he takes them from you, holding them like they’re something precious.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Seungmin,” you tell him with a genuine smile before finally going back to cleaning.
~Present Day~
It’s after White Day and you’re at work. The little bell above the café door jingles as you emerge from the backroom with a stack of cups to place near the register. Automatically, you greet the customer without looking.
“Welcome—”
But your words stop midair when you see Seungmin standing there, calm as always, and your lips instantly curve into a knowing smirk.
He comes up to the counter, his hands stuffed in his pockets, but his brows lift once he notices your expression. Still, he says nothing as he stands before you on the other side of the counter.
You place the cups down and pull out your sharpie like you are going to take his order.
“So, what’ll it be today, Seungmin?” you ask, the little smirk still on your lips, devilish. He opens his mouth, but before he can respond, you continue by teasing him. “Maybe some roses, and chocolates, with an origami note on the side?”
For a moment, Seungmin freezes, but then, the tips of his ears turn a bright shade of crimson as he realizes that you know. His eyes dart away and a faint, almost shy smile plays at his lips.
You chuckle softly, feeling triumphant with his flustered reaction at being caught.
He clears his throat to regain his composure. “How did you know it was me?”
“There’s only one guy I know who would make origami in the shape of a dog,” you say. “Plus, I remembered what you said about liking listening to me.”
With his cheeks now matching his ears, Seungmin finally confesses, “yeah, it was me. I just thought you deserved better than what happened with your boyfriend.”
“I really liked everything you did. And for the record, that’s ex-boyfriend now. I broke up with him earlier today, over text.”
Seungmin’s eyes widen at this reveal and a smile breaks out on his face. “Really?”
You nod, smiling back. “Yep. I dumped his sorry ass after I realized the White Day gifts weren’t from him.”
And it was true. Somewhere between finding the gifts and realizing who they were really from, you finally understood.
Seungmin looks down for a moment, but when he looks back up there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “So, you’re single now?”
You grin. “Yep,” you say with a nod.
A moment passes between you both as you gaze at one another.
“Great,” he finally says, grinning from ear-to-ear.
Smitten, you shake your head to snap yourself out of the trance and pull a cup from the stack but you can feel your heart drumming in your chest. You get your sharpie ready to write his order down. “So, what’ll it be today, Seungmin?”
He momentarily looks off to the side, a playful look on his face as he pretends to ponder for a moment, before leaning against the counter to look you in the eyes.
summary: Chan thinks that you have caught a little cold while taking care of his dog, Berry, but when he comes over to pick her up, he realizes that there may be another reason for your sniffles.
♡pairing: Bang Chan x GN! Reader
genre: AU Fiction. Drabble. Romance. Sweet. Cute. Established Relationship.
word count: 2.7K words
a/n: Wrote this short story based on a live of Chan’s room where I think someone once asked him something like “who would he save, the fan or Felix” and his response was something like what’s in this story, but I’m not entirely sure since it’s been a long time since I watched that live. Also, Berry is so cute, I just had to find a way to incorporate her in this. Anyways, hope y’all like this one.
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Chan currently stands outside the door of your apartment, waiting for you to answer. This is his first time coming over to your place since you two started dating, so to say that he was just a little anxious is an understatement.
Still, you currently had something very important that belonged to him, so any nerves he had about coming over to your place were secondary in comparison.
“Ah-choo!” he suddenly hears from the other side of the closed door, and he frowns. Following the initial sneeze were a few more sneezes along with the sound of barking. A second later, he hears the door being unlatched while the barking gets more excited by the second as the door opens.
He smiles, knowing that it is Berry, obviously excited sensing Chan on the other side of the door. Before he knew it, the little Spaniel jumped on him upon the door opening, excited to see him for the first time in nearly two weeks.
“Berry!” Chan exclaims, immediately crouching down to her level to play with her, almost forgetting you are even there.
“Hey girl!” he happily greets his dog, Berry, ruffling her fluffy light brown ears. “Did you miss me? I know you did! I missed you, too!”
The dog barks just as excitedly in response to Chan playing with her as they get reacquainted after being parted for the last couple weeks.
“What kind of trouble did you get into while you were gone Berry?” Chan asks the dog who just licks his face in response, and he just shakes his head, chuckling. While playing with Berry, out of the corner of his eye, he catches you smile weakly before going to sit on your couch.
He smiles softly as he sees you curl up into a ball.
He knows he shouldn’t say this considering how miserable you clearly are, but this is the cutest he’s ever seen you look. You're usually so dressed up but seeing you in comfy sweats, looking all sick with little sniffles, he finds to be really endearing.
He momentarily puts Berry down and walks over to you on the couch, the dog following behind him, obediently. Chan sits down beside you, using his eyes to survey what’s wrong with you before speaking. Based on the way you had sounded over the phone when he would call to check on Berry, he had assumed you had caught a little cold, but now that he was seeing you in person, he thinks that maybe something else must be going on.
“Thank you so much for taking care of Berry while I was gone,” he starts, carefully, gaging your response. “I’m still surprised you even found her.”
Chan had lost Berry about two weeks ago, and had been looking for her, but had been unsuccessful despite putting up flyers around town and using social media. Then, to make matters worse, he had to leave for a family emergency before he could find her.
Originally, you didn’t even know that Berry had been missing. You and Chan weren’t exactly on speaking terms prior to this whole incident, so he hadn’t told you about Berry missing. Fortunately, while on a late afternoon jog, you stumbled upon the dog when she jumped on you from behind, startling you.
At first, you could hardly believe it was her, but you had seen Berry on plenty of occasions, a couple times in person but largely when she would be all up in the camera of Chan’s phone during video calls.
When you had found her, you realized there was no denying that upbeat, sweet personality of Chan’s King Charles Spaniel that had an uncanny resemblance to “Lady” from the Disney animated movie, Lady and The Tramp.
That’s when you had called him a few days later and learned about his missing dog. You had to admit that you were a bit upset that he hadn’t told you due to your earlier fight, but you were still glad to be the one to find her.
“Yeah. I think because I was wearing your sweater when I was out jogging that she kind of sensed it and maybe thought I was you,” you explain to him now. “Before I knew it, she was jumping on me from behind.”
Chan gasps and ruffles Berry’s ears again.
“Did you accost y/n, Berry?” Chan jokes, petting Berry. “Good girl!” He then looks up just in time to see you roll your eyes.
“Well at least now I know why she’s so naughty,” you say with a small smirk. “She was quite dirty when I found her, so I gave her a bath. I don’t know what all she got into while she was lost, but I don’t think she was harmed in any way. I didn’t find any cuts, or injuries. I also got the food you said she likes. Oh, and she kind of tore up that sweater of yours that I said I was wearing when she found me. I think she must have really missed you...ah-choo!”
When you sneeze a few more times and Berry moves closer to you, tilting her head to the side, probably in confusion due to the sound of your sneezing, that’s when Chan realizes what's wrong.
You’re not sick with a cold. You're allergic to dogs.
This realization makes Chan grin more, finding you all the more adorable right now. But he also finds himself feeling a bit guilty as he realizes what this means.
“I can’t thank you enough for doing this. I owe you one, I swear,” he says sincerely but then pauses for a moment to look at you, quizzically. “But why didn’t you tell me that you’re allergic to dogs?”
Immediately, you shake your head, dismissing his concern. “It’s okay, really.”
“If I had known I would’ve gotten someone to come pick her up,” he continues. “You didn’t have to sacrifice your health to watch her.”
“I wanted to do it!” you insist, earnestly. “I wanted to be the one to watch her for you.”
This confuses Chan. “Why?”
He watches as you look away for a moment, and he swears he sees your eyes glisten for a split second but you quickly blink, and just like that, the tears are gone. He doesn’t know how to respond to that. You’re always so guarded with your true emotions.
“I guess I just wanted to prove to you that you can trust me.”
Your voice comes out barely above a whisper but with that admission, Chan realizes what this may really be about.
You and Chan had only been officially dating for a couple of months, but even then, it hadn’t been smooth sailing.
Your parents didn’t exactly approve of you dating Chan because of Chan’s chosen profession. They wanted you to date someone with a respectable job like a lawyer, or a doctor, or the CEO of a company. Not someone chasing a career in music who “had their head in the clouds writing lyrics all day and playing on keyboards all night.”
“The way that boy lives isn’t sustainable and he will never be able to commit to you the way a real man should” he once heard your father say. That made Chan feel pretty bad. Yes, he was dedicated to his music, but that didn’t mean he cared any less about you. What made him feel even worse, was that originally, you didn’t even stand up to your father for him.
But finally, when they overstepped your boundaries and tried setting you up on dates with “eligible men,” without your permission, prior, that’s when you snapped. You went off on them, choosing to defend Chan even if it meant driving a wedge between you and your parents. You loved them, but they needed to understand that you were serious about Chan and those feelings were only growing day by day.
The thing was you didn’t even tell him that you did that. Chan had only found out when he ran into your father while out at the store and he had asked Chan to tell you to call him. He was willing to accept Chan if it meant getting his child to speak to him again.
You had even stood up to your friends about him, choosing to date him despite their initial grievances. They didn’t understand why you chose someone so different than who you typically dated. Chan didn’t understand it either. Why weren’t you going for a rich tycoon type, or a lawyer, or doctor instead of him, a guy who falls asleep at his laptop pretty much every night from working so hard on beats all night?
And now this? Taking care of Berry even despite being clearly allergic to dogs? He had known something was up but hearing your little admission suddenly gave him an idea as to what was going on in that little head of yours.
“Is that why you’ve been acting so different lately?” Chan asks, looking at you curiously before going on to list all the changes he’s noticed. “Going off on your parents, standing up to your friends, taking care of Berry? You wanted to show me that I can trust you?”
You glance at him before releasing a big sigh. “Chan, I really like you. I know we have been fighting a lot lately because we’re so different...”
“Why do you like me?” Chan interrupts, finally asking what’s always been on his mind since you two started dating. “Why me when you could go for someone who offers more stability and has a good job?”
“Chan, I know you’re different than who I dated in the past. But just because a person seems like a catch on paper doesn't mean that it works in reality,” you begin to explain to him your reasoning.
“The guys I dated didn’t care about me. Some of them wouldn’t even look at me with respect! But you do. You see me. And I see you, too. You’re kind, and patient, and sweet, and extremely passionate about what you do. I see the way you treat your friends, and I…”
You pause in your speech for a moment as if struggling to have to say the next part but nonetheless, you continue.
“I guess I want to be a part of that. I want to be a special person in your life like how they all are. You care so much and take care of all the people in your life. I want to be someone you would choose to save from a sinking ship, too,” You finally finish, softly.
At this reveal, Chan leans back, having a moment of eureka, finally realizing even more where your behavior may be stemming from. It was actually the reason you two weren’t speaking before Berry had gone missing.
A couple of weeks ago, you both had a fight after having played a game of “Who would you save from a sinking ship?” along with a group of friends. Chan was asked to choose between you and his best friend, Felix. Of course, he was dating you so the obvious choice would have been to save you, but he and Felix go way back. They have been through hell and back together while you, on the other hand, had only been dating Chan for a couple of months.
He didn’t necessarily choose Felix over you. In fact, he didn’t say anything since he was stuck in pause, unsure of how to answer, but you didn’t need for him to say it out loud. You knew he would save Felix. You couldn’t exactly blame him. He and Felix were best friends and would do anything for each other. Of course, he would save him, but you couldn’t lie, it still hurt to feel left behind. You wanted to matter to him, too. And maybe, if you two gave it time and got to know each other better and got closer, he would see that he could trust you as well. Then maybe you would mean to him what his friends and family mean to him.
After your little admission, you suddenly burst into a fit of sneezes again and take out some tissue to blow your nose all while Chan sits in thoughtful silence for a moment as he digests your words.
Finally, he calls for your attention. “Y/n? Look at me.”
Chan’s command is serious, making you look up at him with questioning eyes. He smiles, seeing your red eyes, nearly bloodshot due to your allergy, but he makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says his next words.
“I would save both you and Felix from a sinking ship. Even if it killed me in the process, I would do my hardest to make sure you both got to safety before I even worried about myself.” He then looks down at his sculpted arms and flexes them. “That’s why I work on my muscles so much. So I can protect those that I care about. That includes you, too.”
You press your lips together, feeling touched by his response. “Really?”
He nods and smiles. “Yeah, I would.”
You lean over and engulf him in a tight hug that you have wanted to give him since you opened the door to your apartment to let him in. “That means so much to me. You have no idea.”
Chan smiles and teases you. “After seeing how hard you’ve been trying I think I do have an idea. You must really like me to go through all this.”
Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and you try to hold back a grin, but are unsuccessful. “I already told you that before, didn’t I?”
“You did, but it’s always nice to hear you say it again,” Chan continues to tease you, causing you to roll your eyes.
“I really do like you, Chan and from here on out, I plan on proving it to you.”
Chan shakes his head. “You already have. Now let me show you how I prove it.”
Next thing you know, your chin is tilted up, slightly and his thick lips are pressed against yours, engulfing you in a sweet kiss.
You kiss him back with fervor for that was another reason why you liked Chan so much. He was a phenomenal kisser!
But, of course, with Berry around, the kiss didn’t last for long because it seems she wanted a little attention as well.
“Arf!” she barks, tying to jump up on the couch between you both. “Arf! Arf!”
At this, Chan breaks away from the kiss and laughs. “You want kisses too, Berry?” he says, playfully, and pecks her little face.
You just shake your head at the display of affection. “I think she’s jealous of me Chan. She must think you’re her boyfriend instead of mine.”
Chan chuckles, shaking his head. “No. She’s just looking out for me because she knows that I also have had some terrible partners in the past.”
You watch as he takes her little face into his large palms and looks her square in the eyes. “You don't have to worry Berry. We’re both so lucky to have Y/n in our lives. They took such good care of you while I was gone even though it wasn’t easy for them. Now, why don’t we show them how much we appreciate them with lots of cuddles and kisses?”
As if she can actually understand him, Berry barks, excitedly, in response and he grins before they both turn to look at you.
You already know what he plans to do as he picks up Berry and brings her closer to your face, her tongue hanging out, ready to give you a doggy smooch.
“Chan you better not!” You exclaim, backing up on the couch, but it’s too late. “Ah-choo!”
summary: You are a pizza delivery driver for none other than the popular Domino's Pizza. However, because it is Halloween night, the orders your store has been receiving have been rather...interesting, to say the least. But little did you know, you were currently on your way to deliver to your most unpredictable guests of the night...
genre: attempted spooky and eerie vibes; Halloween; comedy; general fluff; supernatural
pairing: Stray Kids x GN! Reader
word count: 2.5K
a/n: Hey Everybody! 👋This is my second story on this page. In celebration of Halloween being in the month of October, and my love for SKZ’s song “Domino,” I have written a short story that I hope you all will enjoy. I got the idea for this story based from someone's real life experience as a pizza delivery driver. It’s nothing too scary, and it will have a good, but also eerie ending. I’m thinking it will be a two or three part story. Anyway, I hope you all have fun reading it cuz I had fun writing it.
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Halloween had to be the worst night to be a pizza delivery driver. Over half the calls your Domino's had received that night were either prank calls from kids asking for ridiculous orders like anchovies with onions and pineapple or, people making dumb requests like for you to bunny hop your way to the front door and then to ring the doorbell five times. Originally, you had decided to ignore that last request, figuring they wouldn’t know whether you did it or not, but when the customer then refused to open the door unless you did so, you proceeded to go ahead and submit to their demands.
You groaned, embarrassed by the mere memory. Oh, the things you would do as a delivery driver just to receive a good tip. Luckily, they did tip you well. 20 bucks, even. That was your best tip of the night, actually. It was one of the perks of taking delivery jobs in rich neighborhoods.
It had been a little over three months since you had become a delivery driver, and at first, you could barely get more than a buck, fifty sometimes. When you had complained to your friend who was also your coworker about your trouble earning good tips, they told you the secret about specifically taking deliveries in rich neighborhoods. That’s where all the big tippers lived.
Ever since then, you started paying attention more to the addresses on the orders your Dominos received. If you could score deliveries in the rich neighborhoods, you could turn your luck around regarding tips.
That’s why even despite the horrendous weather on this particular Halloween night, you were currently driving your way to an area that was out in the middle of nowhere, but known for its wealthy inhabitants. Although, you did have to admit you never understood why some rich people chose to live so far out from general civilization.
Seriously, for the last thirty minutes you had seen nothing but trees and dirt. Not one store or even a gas station was in sight. Damnit, even a road light would’ve been comforting to see right about now, but you couldn't even get one of those! For that reason you had to use your high beam lights and windshield wipers to try and see through the darkness and rain.
Of course, this made it awkward whenever a lone car on the opposite side of the road passed you by. It was already raining cats and dogs outside thus, making it harder to see, but with the dark road due to the lack of road lights, every occasional car that passed you by with their high beam lights on, as well, blinded you for a brief moment before going dark again.
Luckily, you knew you were almost to your destination since you would be approaching the town bridge soon enough. Once you crossed the bridge you would be in the land of the rich folk and on your way to big tips!
Therefore, with money on your mind, you continued driving but still, did so with caution, at least, that is until you started to notice a lone car in the distance from your rear-view mirror. You noticed that they seemed to be driving at a rather hasty speed even despite the awful weather that required more slow and attentive driving which made you feel a little worried. Not only that but their high beams were on as well, and by the way they were steadily coming up behind you, you knew it was only a matter of time before they would be flashing their lights in your face.
You didn't want to speed up because that would be dangerous, but the fool speeding behind you didn't seem to mind, so you stepped on the pedal a little, but this didn't work. The person in the car behind you was just driving way too fast for you to put any distance between you both.
As a result, you watched in horror as the car continued to speed up on you until their bright lights were shining right through your back window thus, blinding you completely.
"What the hell!" You yelled, flinching and barely able to see. "Really?!"
White light. All you could see was bright, white, blinding light and it was then that you knew.
This had to be some sick joke. It had to be.
Sure, due to the rainstorm, you had been driving at a cautious speed but it's not as if you were ever driving at a snail speed, either. If the person behind you really wanted to go faster they could've just gone around you. You were practically the only other car on the road so it wasn't like they couldn't go around. That's why you knew this had to be a sick joke or prank.
You bet it was some bored teenagers or some drunken friends looking to scare some unsuspecting driver on Halloween night by flashing their headlights at them. And you, being practically the only other driver on the road is what made you their target.
To make matters worse, the car behind you started blowing their horn at you as they continued to tailgate your car and flash their bright lights at you.
"Go around you idiots!" You continued to yell.
What were they trying to do? You wondered. Run you off the road or, worse, kill you? Didn't they know how dangerous this was?
All you had wanted to do was to make some extra tip money that Halloween night, but it wasn't worth your life and since the assholes behind you refused to go around you, you decided to go ahead and swerve right.
Immediately, you flew off the road and went skidding into the dirt. You smashed the brakes, hard, before you could go heading for the trees, though. Your little car came to an abrupt stop on the side of the road causing you to jerk forward and then back in your seat.
Thank God for seatbelts.
Adrenaline already kicked into high gear, you huffed and puffed as you tried to calm down now that you were off the road. As you looked up, vaguely, through your windshield with the wipers still going, you saw the car that had been flashing you, zooming down the road at full speed.
“Assholes!” you muttered in utter bewilderment at their audacity to drive like that in the pouring rain! If only it wasn’t raining like it was you could’ve maybe got their license plate number and reported them to the cops. You just hoped they didn’t turn around and do the same thing to someone else.
You took a moment to calm down as you listened to the rain hit your car from all sides. You had started to wonder if maybe you should turn around and just head back to the other side of town, but you were already so close to the bridge. You didn’t want to have driven all that way for nothing, so you went ahead and started the car back up before heading back to the road.
Within ten more minutes of driving, you were crossing the bridge, on your way to the other side of town with the wealthy. The drive to the house you were going to was kinda far and up in the hills. This left your little old bucket of a car really having to hustle to get up the twists and turns of the hills in order to finally arrive at your destination.
Driving up a long dirt roadway, you came to a large house that looked like something you had only ever seen in those luxury homes magazines. The place was ridiculous! Not even in your dreams could you imagine living in a place like this.
But you had no time to waste with imagining things that would never happen. You had to get these people their pizzas while they were still hot in the insulated delivery bags. The only thing was you had three large bags to carry, for they had ordered 15 pizzas, each bag holding five boxes, so you knew the order was for a big party, but it was still pouring rain outside.
You had a raincoat, but you knew there was no way you were going to be able to do this without getting absolutely drenched. You just wished you at least had some rain boots on instead of your old sneakers.
Opening your car door and out into the rain, you went to the backseat and pulled the bags out, slinging one bag on your right shoulder, one bag on your left shoulder, and holding the last with both hands. With no other hands available, you used your foot to kick the door closed then headed straight for the front door up the pebble rock pathway.
Once at the front door, you rang the doorbell and waited. Luckily, you were now shielded by the ledge above the front porch.
“Hello?” you heard a deep, male voice call after a minute of waiting, and immediately, your head jerked left, following the sound of the voice until you noticed an intercom on the wall of the house.
You had to place one of the bags down before stepping up to it and pressing the little button on the intercom to speak. “Hi. I’m your pizza delivery driver from Domino's. I’ve got your order.”
Immediately afterwards, you heard someone shout “YES PIZZA!” in the background and you snorted, amused by whoever it was that did so.
The deep voice then responded, “Oh great! Can you just come around the house to the backdoor? I’ll meet you there with the money, okay?”
Then, before you could respond, the guy ended the intercom call and all you could hear was static when you attempted to speak in it again.
You stepped away from the intercom, slightly annoyed at the person’s request.
The backdoor? You mused. That meant you would have to go back out into the rain!
Regardless, you trudged along to the back of the house just as he’d asked, motivated at just his mere mention of having the money ready for you at said backdoor.
Oh, the things I do just to receive a good tip, you thought to yourself for the umpteenth time that night.
You walked around the large house, until you came to the backyard. There was a gate, but it was already wide open, so all you had to do was walk in. The backyard was lit up with night lights all over, lighting the way for you and you scuttled your way to the door you assumed to be the backdoor.
Once you saw someone open said door to peek out of it and spot you before beckoning you forward, you knew that you were at the right spot. You scampered up to the person with the bags of pizzas.
“Hi,” you greeted them, nearly out of breath. “I got your pizzas!”
“Awesome!” the deep-voiced male you recognized as sounding the same as the one from the intercom, replied with a big smile while holding up some cash. “I got your tip.” He then turned to yell over his shoulder. “Hey guys! The pizza’s here!”
Immediately following were the raucous howls of approval from what sounded like multiple males, and you smirked. You noticed a couple of guys appear in the back behind the guy who greeted you at the door.
Not that it was all that important, but even you had to take notice of the rather impressive physical features of not only the man in front of you but the few lingering in the distance behind him.
They all looked like models! Especially the young man with the deep voice that greeted you at the door. He was really beautiful with wispy blond tufts of hair falling softly into his dark eyes and a bright smile, almost as blinding as that person's headlights that had flashed you earlier that night.
As the blond male turned back to you, you found it hard to look at him. “Yeah, you can just place the pizzas on the table here.” Your eyes followed his hand as he directed at a table that was right behind him.
However, at his request, you stared at said hand that was directing you inside for longer than was appropriate as red flags were starting to go off in your head.
Was it okay to go inside a stranger’s house? You wondered, considering doing so before berating yourself. Of course not!
But then, how else were you going to get the tip? You thought about it for a moment as you stared at the table.
Well, at least the table is right at the door, you figured. It’s not like you had to go all the way into the house or something.
So with that in mind, you reluctantly muttered, “okay,” and stepped inside to place the pizzas down on the table. That's when…
SLAM!
...your heart dropped into your stomach faster than the Supreme Scream ride at Knott’s Berry Farm.
The male behind you had slammed the door shut, hard enough for the sound to reverberate around the house, then followed said slamming of the door with a swift turn of the lock.
Schwick.
You shuddered.
“This is it guys,” you heard the deep-voiced male behind you say to the rest of the guys who were now coming out of hiding from various parts of the house. With enlarged eyes, you counted about seven other men, in addition to the one behind you, so eight, in total.
You gulped, hard.
“We finally got one…” he trailed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge that sounded more insidious with his deep tone, and you unconsciously let out a little shriek.
Sixteen dark eyes zeroed in on you and like you were a baby deer, caught in the middle of a pack of wolves, you shivered in your sopping wet shoes regretting all the decisions you had made that night.
You regretted your decision to step inside the house. You regretted your decision to continue on with the delivery even despite what had happened to you on the road earlier that night. You regretted having even taken the delivery job in the first place.
You should've just stayed local and stuck with the buck, fifty tips! Sure, you'd be broke, but at least you would've still had your life!
Heart rate now beating a million times a minute, you were struggling to keep focus on what was happening around you but you swore some of the guys were circling closer to you like you were prey.
"Good job, Felix," you vaguely heard one of the guys say as your head was spinning, frantic with fear. "This one's definitely cuter than the last one we had."
Then, you heard another man say, "I just hope they taste better than the last one, too…"
And that was all you remembered hearing before in all your frenzy, everything around you went black...
summary: You are a pizza delivery driver for none other than the popular Domino's Pizza. However, because it is Halloween night, the orders your store has been receiving have been rather...interesting, to say the least. But little did you know you were currently on your way to deliver to your most unpredictable guests of the night...
genre: attempted spooky and eerie vibes; Halloween, comedy, general fluff; supernatural
pairing: Stray Kids X GN! Reader
word count: 3.8K
a/n: Happy Halloween! 🎃
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"...Or, your blood, to be more specific," Chan corrected himself before flashing his white canines at you again, but you just stared at him in concern. His face was still uncomfortably close to yours as he looked like he was waiting for a response, but you weren’t able to give one other than…
“V-Vampires?” you questioned, dumbly. He nodded simply. You looked around the room to see if anyone was trying to restrain their laughter, or if you could catch a glimpse at any of their expressions betraying Chan's words, but they all stared at you with serious expressions. You finally purse your lips, feeling slightly irritated. “How do you expect me to believe that? You're all vampires? Really?”
You glanced around the room full of beautiful guys, who, now that you thought about it, were all oddly pale, but to go as far and say that they were vampires is definitely a stretch. Even though no one was laughing, you believed this was their way of playing some kind of elaborate practical joke on you.
Chan snapped his tongue before shaking his head, causing a single strand of his dark hair to fall into his even darker eyes. “Well, if you'd like, we can prove it to you if you need further convincing."
You frowned. “How?”
Immediately following your question, two pearly white incisors, sharp as blades, suddenly replaced the original dull incisors that had been in Chan’s mouth just a moment before as he bared his fangs out at you. Then, as if to further drive home the point that they were indeed all vampires, the rest of his clan each bared their fangs out at you as well, all simultaneously, so you were now staring at a room full of bared teeth.
You gulped.
You shook your head, flustered at seeing all the teeth around you. "No, that's okay. I believe you now." You answered quickly and immediately, everyone put their fangs away.
You looked up when you heard a chuckle from across the table.
“Awe, they look so terrified,” the pretty one with the long dark hair, teased you. “It's actually kind of cute.“
“I like them when they're scared,” added Minho, you remembered as the cold-looking member. “The blood always tastes so much better when they're scared.”
“That's because you're a freak, Minho!” chastised one of the youngest. “I think they taste best when they're happy and comfortable.”
“Yeah, well that's because you're a softy, Seungmin,” Minho fired back.
From then on, the entire table began to bicker all around you. Before you could even register what you were doing, you suddenly jumped up from your chair.
In response, all the vamps stared at you like you suddenly grew a second head.
“You know what? I think I should go now,” you said in a panic as you started backing away from the table.
“Awe. you're leaving us so soon…” said Minho in a taunting manner.
You didn't answer, but you felt yourself bump into a firm body behind you and turned to see Chan's thick chest. He smiled at you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Why are you trying to leave so soon? Don't you trust us? We can be good friends if you get to know us.”
You immediately shirked away out of his grasp so fast that his hand was left hanging in the air.
“Friends?!” you repeated in disbelief. “Y-you're all vampires! I thought you were joking but this…this is all too much!” Immediately, you ran out of the dining room and headed straight for the front doors.
They opened with ease, apparently having already been unlocked; however, upon opening the door, you weren't expecting to be hit with practically a monsoon.
That's right. Being inside the large mansion, you had completely forgotten it was storming really bad outside. Still, you weren't going to stay here so you pulled your hoodie over your head and ran outside to your car. In all your haste, you didn't even bother to close the front door.
Through the wind and rain, you could barely see, but you found your little car, still in the long driveway, just as you had left it hours ago. You hopped in and slammed the door shut then fished for the keys from your pants pocket and jammed them in the ignition to start the car only for it to…
Tiiiick, tick, tick, tick…boom!
Uh oh.
…the car wouldn't start. You turned the keys in the ignition again, desperately trying to rev up the engine only to get the same broken down response and you groaned, pressing the back of your head into the headrest.
“Whhhy?!” You yelled frustrated. You wanted to cry. You didn't know anything about cars! Why would it choose to break down now of all times? First, you had nearly gotten into a crash after being run off the road earlier that night, then you had the misfortune of being tricked by a group of vampires, and now this.
You hated Halloween!
You looked out the car window that was currently being pelted by heavy rain and wind so exuberant it caused your small car to rock like a baby's cradle.
You closed your eyes and thought about what you could do. You would call your coworker, but you didn't have your phone right now. Unfortunately, you had left it somewhere in the mansion. You could try and camp out in the car all night until the storm let up and then maybe you could walk until you found an establishment to make a phone call, but from your drive up there you already knew that nothing was within walking distance. It seemed the only option was…
Tap. Tap.
You jumped at the sound of something tapping on your car window. You saw someone standing outside, looking at you through the window and you knew it had to be one of the men from inside the mansion. You contemplated on whether you should speak to him for a moment before finally rolling down your window a little.
It was the blonde one. Felix.
He smiled at you but it didn't make your heart skip a beat like it did the first time you met him. You didn't trust that smile anymore.
“Are you alright?” he asked, whilst holding onto an umbrella for dear life due to the storm. “The weather is pretty gnarly. Everyone inside is worried about you.”
“They are?” you asked in complete disbelief.
“Yeah, they are,” he answered, looking genuinely concerned. He sighed as he bent down to look you in the eyes and you gulped feeling slightly flustered by the eye contact. “Look, I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Why don't you come inside and we can start over.”
Last time you were invited inside by him, you were tricked. But you also had to acknowledge that you were in a pretty bad situation, right now.
Felix tried again. “Come on. You don't want to stay out here all night, alone in this storm, do you? Look, we promise we won't do anything that you don't want. No harm will come to you.”
You stayed put, staring at him, looking for any signs of deceit, but found none. You tore your eyes away from his to think for a moment. His eyes could be really convincing to the point of making you do irrational things like now, for instance. You were honestly beginning to consider his offer again.
It was his last plea that did it for you.
“Please?” He added with his big orbs gaping at you and you instantly folded.
You sighed, reluctantly, and nodded. “Okay.”
Immediately, his megawatt smile came back. He opened your car door for you and helped you out, bringing you under the umbrella he was holding. “Don't worry. I promise we're not nearly as bad as you think.”
With that, you two headed back up the long driveway, and up the steps of the front of the mansion where you could see three figures waiting inside with the door open.
The closer you got, you could see it was both the two youngest and the one who looked like a squirrel in the face, all standing at the door, waiting for you.
“Hey! You decided to stay,” the squirrel said, excitedly as he ushered you inside. “Don't worry. This is going to be the best sleepover you ever had.”
“Good job, Felix. I see you convinced our little human friend to come back.” the cold looking, Minho said as he walked up to you guys with his arms folded over his chest, instantly reminding you of your situation right now where you were the only human in a mansion full of thirsty vampires.
You cleared your throat before replying in a small voice, “Um…only for the night until the storm eases up.”
“Of course.” Felix agreed immediately. “And we don't want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. We're not going to make you do anything you don't want to. We just want you to know that the offer still stands.”
“The offer?” you repeated, quizzically. “You mean…”
“Yes. I won't beat around the bush,” he answered before you could finish that thought. “We would all very much still like to drink from you.”
You shook your head, not understanding. "Why me?"
You didn't see yourself as anything special. After all, you were just a measly pizza delivery person. Why would they pick you out of the thousands of people in town?
“I'm just a pizza delivery driver,” you finished.
"Do you know what your blood type is?” you suddenly heard another voice come from somewhere in the room, and turned in that direction. It was the leader of the clan. Bang Chan, if you remembered correctly. His dark figure was standing on the opposite side of the room, near the bottom of the stairs.
You shake your head in response to his question. You had never gotten a blood test or donated blood in all your life. In all your years, you had barely even gone to the hospital all that much. No check ups, no serious illnesses, no severe injuries. Nothing. So you had no clue.
Chan nodded, and hummed in thought. “What do you know about H-deficient blood?”
You frowned and shrugged. “I don't even know what that is.”
His brows raised in surprise at that response. “Humans…” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “You're so completely unaware of just how rare you are.”
What did that mean? You wondered, but when you vocalized your confusion it just came out as, “Huh?”
From across the room, his eyes locked on yours and he began to slowly walk towards you while giving you a little lesson in blood classification as he did. “H-deficient blood. It's known to be the rarest blood type in the world. Literally, only a couple hundred people in the entire world possess it.” He pauses as he finally comes to stop in front of you before adding. “And you're one of those people.”
Your breath stopped as he stared at you with his pitch black eyes, holding your entire being in them. You watched as his orbs slowly traveled down your face, the length of your neck, your collar bone, and your torso until they finally stopped at your arm. You looked down at your limb, curiously, and he gestured towards your arm, as if silently asking permission. Instinctively, you brought your hand up to him and the corner of his mouth turned up.
Chan took your arm and smelled it. While doing so, his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as if he was getting a whiff of the most delectable meal ever.
You clenched your teeth in response and squeezed your legs together surprised at just how much of a turn on that was.
This seemed to pique the interest of all the vampires around you as multiple gasps erupted around the room. You noticed Chan’s eyes begin to take on a darker shade, instantly, if that were even possible. The pupils were expanding causing the entirety of his eyes to turn opaque. You also noticed tiny little dark veins beginning to peek through his pale skin around his eyes.
You went rigid but still felt intrigued.
If there was any slight doubt within you as to whether they were really vampires or not, all suspicions were completely gone now.
“Every vampire,” Chan began to explain, although it looked like it pained him to do so as he kept your wrist close to his nose, inhaling. He breathed in deeply. “Has a specific fixation for a certain blood type. Our two youngest, Seungmjn and Jeongin, specifically like A type because it is sweet to them while Hyunjin and Jisung prefer B type because it is sour. Felix here, likes AB because it is a mix of sweet and salty flavor. And Changbin, Minho and I all prefer the bitter taste of O blood. So, you see, we usually can never all feed together but instead, do so in small groups.”
His eyes parted from your wrist as they fixated on you again.
“But then there's one other special type of blood, also known as H-deficient that all vampires crave because of its taste, also known as Umami. It's the most savory and the rarest blood type that all vampires covet but only a few of us ever get to taste because of its rarity.”
His pearly white canines show again as he grins. “Who knew that we would find an H-deficient human in a small town, working in a Domino's of all places.”
You stayed deathly still as you pondered what all of this meant. H-deficient? Umami? Rare? You were all of these things? It just didn't seem right to you. You had never been considered special by any means. Were they absolutely sure they had the right person?
“I can assure you that it's you we've been searching for.” Chan said as if reading your mind and you stiffened in response at being found out causing him to chuckle.
“Oh honey, your expressions are just really easy to read.”
You purse your lips as you ponder over what he just said, something sticking out to you.
“Searching?” you repeat, curiously.
He nods. “We've been hunting for someone who possesses the rare blood type with the help of our talented Felix. You see, our Lixie is a tracker, meaning he has the strongest senses of us all. He was able to sense you the moment we moved into town even despite how far you were. Once we realized that there was someone in town with this special blood type, it was about tracking you specifically after that. Your scent was everywhere. It lingered all over town due to your delivery job. But one day, Felix tracked you all the way to your place of employment. That's when we knew we had to make an order.”
You stood, gaping in shock as he revealed everything to you. You had thought it odd at how casual they were with using your name despite you never having even met them before, but you knew now it was because they already knew you. Because they had been following you, or, tracking you, to be more specific. This wasn't just a random chance delivery. They'd probably been planning this night the moment they found out where you worked. And now they were ready to feed.
Chan continued. "As I said earlier. we're more than willing to make it worth your while if you choose to stay the night with us. If one thousand isn't enough, we can supply you with more. H-deficient is so worth it and for the first time, we could all feed together."
"Wait,” you pulled away from him since he still had your arm in his grasp. You didn't miss his frown as you did so. “Do you mean that you all want to feed from me? Like, all at once? Wouldn't that kill me?"
The frown that had made its way onto Chan's features was quickly replaced by a smile once again.
"Yes, I suppose if we were all to feed on your body, at once, it would kill you,” he said while looking amused like he wasn't all that opposed to that idea. “But you need not to worry because you see, we are a civilized clan,” he says while gesturing to his clan members around the room. “We'll each take turns. And because your blood satisfies us all, for the first time, we can all feed with whoever. We'd also make sure to give you the utmost care. We always take care of our donors. Whatever accommodations you need we can supply them. We want to make sure this is just as pleasurable an experience for you as it is to us. As a thanks to you for feeding us, that is, if you so choose, your comfort is our top most priority.”
You stared at him in silence for a moment and then looked around the room at all the hungry vampires, each silently awaiting your answer. You looked away.
“And what if I don't want to?” you asked carefully. “Will you throw me out?” Or worse…you added inwardly.
“No sweetheart,” Chan answered with a slightly teasing tone. “If that's your choice then we will respect that. As I mentioned before, we are a civilized clan that takes care of our donors. No harm will come unto you while underneath our roof.”
You stood, thinking about the positives you could get out of this situation. They were offering you a thousand dollar tip, after all. That was way more than you ever made in a month. Plus, you still couldn't deny that they were all pretty damn hot. An entire night with eight gorgeous vampires didn't seem all that bad especially if they were promising you full accommodations. And who knew? Maybe if this turned out okay, you could even have them as regular customers. This is what you had wanted, isn't it? To score big tips with rich customers.
After a few more silent moments of deliberation, you finally sighed and nodded.
“Okay. I'm willing to try this with you all. But I've never done anything like this, so I can't promise how I'll react to being bitten.”
“Don't worry about it, babe,” suddenly said the dark, long-haired one you already forgot the name of. “All of us are more than experienced. We've been hunting and feeding for decades. We'll make sure you're comfortable.”
Chan nodded, agreeing with his clan member before turning to you again.
You nodded as well. “Okay,” you agreed, finally. “Then I'm in. I'll do it.”
“Great!” Chan said, seeming eerily happy but that may have just been you. Everything he did seemed to throw you off a bit.
Then suddenly, in the blink of any eye, you found yourself whisked off back to the dining room once again. You looked down and realized you were seated at the head of the dining table just as you were before only this time, instead of a silver covered dish in front of you, there was now a sheet of paper that looked old based on how yellowed, and crumpled it was.
The handwriting on it was so small you could barely make it out. Not that you really could even if it was all in legible writing for it was all written in Korean.
“This is just an old confidential agreement,” Chan informed as he came up beside you. “For protection. We need your word that you will not disclose anything that happens while you are in our care.”
“Oh, of course,” you agreed. That made sense. They were vampires after all, and surely didn't want their business all over town. Not that you thought anyone would believe you even if you did go around town telling everyone you knew. You looked up at him. “Do you have a pen?”
He shook his head. “That's not how you will sign.”
You frowned as he pulled out a needle point pin. “Your blood will be the signature.”
“Oh,” was your shocked reply.
He gestured to your hand, and you slowly brought it up to him.
He held the palm of your hand in his larger, veiny ones. He looked down at your seated frame. “Are you sure you're ready for this, y/n?”
“Y-yes,” you stuttered, slightly anxious, but still excited.
“Well then…” with that, he pricked your index finger with the needle, then pinched your finger thus, causing a little bulb of red liquid to form at the tip.
Your breath hitched as you watched his hands squeeze your finger tip, continuously drawing more blood. You noticed the dark veins around his black eyes coming back with a vengeance, making him look more sinister with each passing moment and you gulped. He must have had a good deal of self control despite how much your blood seemed to entice him.
“There. Now you can sign.” You noticed his voice was about an octave deeper than he previously sounded only a moment ago.
Taking your index finger, you signed along the black line at the bottom of the page. When finished, Chan squeezed your finger once again, this time letting a little drop of blood fall onto the sheet of paper. He then takes your thumb, and presses it into the red liquid, making a thumbprint.
He smiles. “Perfect.”
Immediately, he takes away the sheet and rolls it up, before pocketing it. He then glances down at you and frowns. “Do you want to get out of those wet clothes?”
You look down at your uniform all wrinkled, and wet from being outside in the pouring rain. You then look back at him and nod. “Please.”
Chan looks towards his clan members, all scattered around the table, some seated, some standing but each of them focused on you and nudges his head at them.
Instantly, two of them stand and move over to you. You remember them as the two youngest.
“Seungmin and Jeongin will show you to your room and help you get situated,” Chan says and you're immediately helped from your chair and guided by the two out of the dining room, but before you leave, Chan calls you one more time.
“And y/n?”
You turn around and look at him.
He smiles, and for the first time, you realize he has dimples as this smile seems more genuine than all the others he had given you that night so far.
“Thank you for choosing to stay with us. We promise this will be a night you'll never forget.”
summary: You are a pizza delivery driver for none other than the popular Domino's Pizza. However, because it is Halloween night, the orders your store has been receiving have been rather...interesting, to say the least. But little did you know you were currently on your way to deliver to your most unpredictable guests of the night...
genre: attempted spooky and eerie vibes; Halloween, comedy, general fluff; supernatural
pairing: Stray Kids X GN! Reader
word count: 4.1K
a/n: Hi everyone! I wish it hadn't taken me so long to get this posted, but anyways, Happy Halloween! 🎃
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Boom!
Crack!
Roar!
Your eyes shot wide open at the roaring sound of thunder but upon opening them, all you could see was... black.
All you could see was a black void that wouldn't end, that is, until your sleepy eyes began to slowly adjust to the darkness of the room you were currently in.
You breathed slowly as you tried to clear your brain fog and remember where you were at. It wasn't until you felt a mattress underneath you that you realized you were currently lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room.
Instantly, you shot straight up at the realization.
Your head moved in every direction as you tried to take in the surroundings of the dark room you were in. It was nearly pitch black, the only sliver of light in the room coming from the lightning that flickered through the curtains of the window adjacent to you.
Boom! Crack! Roar!!!!
From the sound of it, the rain hadn't let up since it was still storming outside. You felt exhausted even despite the fact that you had clearly slept. In addition, you could feel a dull ache in the back of your head which you massaged to try and soothe; however, as you rubbed at it, it was then that you realized why it was probably sore in the first place.
A sudden flashback popped into your head. It was images of you attempting to make a pizza delivery to eight young men right before you...fainted?
You paused in massaging your head as the scenes started to replay in your mind of you driving up to the large mansion, of the guy from the intercom asking you to meet him at the back of the house, of his bright, unthreatening smile that turned out to be just a trick to lure you inside. And him calling out to the rest of his friends who trapped you in like prey as well as what they had said just before you had passed out.
Good job, Felix! This one’s definitely cuter than the last one we had.
I just hope this one tastes better than the last one, too...
BOOM!
The thunder roared again causing you to jump out of the bed in fright.
Realizing for the first time that you were still in your Dominos uniform, you felt your pockets for your phone but it wasn't there. You even felt on the bed, too, just to see if it was there but it wasn't there either.
Once you realized you had no phone to contact anyone for help, you moved on to your next plan.
Escape.
Before your brain could even catch up with what your body was doing, your legs were already moving you to the opposite end of the room towards the door.
You didn't know whose room you were in or how you had gotten there, but you knew where you were going. You were going to get the hell out of that house!
Coming up to the door, you reached to turn the knob only to be morbidly surprised when the damn door wouldn't budge even a little.
You halted for a moment and stared at it in confusion. Trying again, you fidgeted with the knob but it still wouldnt turn.
"Oh. Come on!" you groaned as you began to realize that it was probably locked from the outside or lodged shut by something. "Open! Open! Open!"
In desperation, you gripped the knob with both hands and began to jiggle it with vigor but your attempts were futile. The door wouldn't budge, at all.
You sighed in defeat as you let go of the knob, and stepped away from the door.
There had to be another way out, you figured.
BOOM! CRACK! ROAR!
You turned and looked at the window, illuminated due to the flashes of lightning from the thunderstorm. That's when you realized your second means of escape.
The window!
Heading straight for it, instead, you peered out the window only to see you were high up which meant you were going to have to jump down to escape. It was a risk you were willing to take though.
You attempted to lift the window up from the bottom pane only to find that just like the door knob, it wouldn't budge either. Once you noticed the lock on the window, you figured maybe that was the reason it wouldn't open, but even when you tried to pull the lock, you realized it was stuck as if it was wielded shut.
But that wasn't going to stop you. With hellbent determination you continued to pull at the lock. You were going to get that lock open no matter what even if it was the last thing you d-
"You can try to escape all you want..."
"AHHH!"
On impulse, you had screamed, startled from the unexpected sound of a low voice from somewhere behind you within the dark room. Immediately, you spun around to try to see who it was that spoke only to be greeted with the same black void. It was just too dark to see. Regardless, the low voice continued...
"But I guarantee you won't be getting out of here alive that way."
You swallowed hard.
Then suddenly, with the sound of a soft "click," the once dark room illuminated with dim light and you found yourself faced with the person to whom the voice belonged to.
A young man with long dark hair sat on the other side of the room, seated in a lounge chair, one leg casually crossed over the other, his chin placed in the palm of his left hand and his right holding the beaded string to the tall lamp right beside the chair he sat in.
You stared in shock at the young man who, on the other hand, looked at you with an indecipherable expression. Only the large bed placed in the center of the room between the two of you kept you both apart.
ROAR!
It took you a minute of staring at the young male across the room from you before it finally registered in your brain what he had just told you.
“What do you mean I won’t be getting out of here alive that way?” you asked through gritted teeth, aggravated by what he was implying. In fact, you were so aggravated that you didn’t even let him respond when he opened his mouth to speak, cutting him off instead, to blurt out, “No, wait. Who are you and where the hell am I?”
When he opened his mouth to speak again, you cut him off in all your fury.
“You guys all tricked me!” you yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Your blond friend. He did this! This is kidnapping! You’ll all go to jail for this!”
“Jail?” he repeated, sounding offended, but not really. In fact, he sounded more amused than anything. “Now is that any way to talk about the people who took in a poor, drenched, and stranded pizza delivery person and invited them into their home for the night?" His thick lips spread into a lopsided smile.
“Stranded?” you repeated, doubtfully. “What are you talking about? My car was fine when I got here.”
The young man shook his head thus causing a few tendrils of his long hair to fall into his face. "There was an accident on the town bridge. It's closed down for the night. Your co-worker had messaged you to make sure you were okay.” Your eyes widened when you noticed him begin to pull out your phone from the pocket of his pants. “Luckily, your nice customers were more than willing to keep you for the night until the storm clears up and the bridge is open again. Your co-worker thinks you're in safe hands."
"You guys lied to my co-worker?" you asked in disbelief.
The young man looked up to the ceiling, momentarily as if he were thinking your question over. “Technically, we didn’t lie,” he responded before letting his dark eyes land back on you. “You are welcome to stay here if you so choose.”
After everything that had happened to you this evening, this did not sound like a good idea to you in any way, shape, or form. “Why would I want to stay here? You and your friends kidnapped me and then you just said I was gonna die if I tried to escape.”
The young man rolled his eyes. "No, I said you wouldn’t make it out alive that way if you chose to jump from the window.” He then used his head to gesture over to the window you were trying to escape from earlier. “This mansion is three stories high.”
At this news, you frowned. "Oh."
You must have miscalculated how high up you were when you looked out the window.
"But that still doesn't change the fact that you and your friends all tricked me just to lure me into the house!" you continued.
This got a chuckle from the young man and he nodded, before agreeing. "Guilty."
Something about his nonchalant manner ticked you off a little bit.
"Why?" you asked, suspicious.
“Well…” The young man had started to respond but he would stop by the sound of heavy footsteps steadfastly approaching the door. Then, before you knew it, the door to the room would suddenly burst open and slam into the wall behind it. You jumped at the sudden intrusion. Then, immediately following the sound of the door slamming into the wall was a voice even more booming than the thunder outside.
"Hyunjin, what the hell is taking so long!” the voice that belonged to another young man demanded upon him entering the room. “Everyone downstairs can sense that y/n's awake."
The first thing you noticed about the intruder was that he was stocky like a linebacker. Broad shoulders, big arms, and an even bigger, muscled chest. He looked like he could crush you like a twig if he wanted.
Stocky guys’ attention turned to you once he saw you standing on the opposite side of the room and he fixed you with a harsh expression cold enough to freeze hell over. He then looked back over at the young man who you now knew was apparently named Hyunjin.
"Why haven't you brought them down yet?"
Hyunjin had already moved out of the chair he had been seated in as he made his way over to Stocky guy. "Sorry. This one's a little hot headed. Lots of questions, too."
Now that they were standing next to each other, you could see how differently they were built. Hyunjin was built much more modelesque as he seemed to stand about a head taller than Stocky guy, but was also much slimmer like not a single ounce of meat was on him. Despite their differences, both men were definitely handsome, that was for sure.
Just at the thought, immediately, you shut your eyes and cringed. You could’ve face-palmed yourself in that moment for admiring the both of them despite your current situation. Wasn’t letting yourself admire their beauty enough to let your guard down what got you in trouble in the first place?
"Hot headed, huh?" Stocky guy asked, curiously, looking back at you. "Minho will like that." He then began to move towards your side of the room, hand stretched out towards you like he was going to grab for you.
"Come on. We should go meet the others before they get any rowdier. Seungmin is getting on Minho's nerves and now he's about ready to toss him across the dining room if he doesn't get to eat soon."
You assumed they were talking about the pizza you had delivered to them earlier but you didn't see why they would need you for that.
"Actually, I should go,” you moved back before the Stocky guy could reach you. You then turned to the young man named Hyunjin. “You said I could stay if I wanted, right? Well, I thank you for the offer, but I think I should be getting on out of here. All I need is my phone and..."
"You're not going anywhere…" Stocky guy said suddenly.
"Excuse me?" you asked, raising your brows.
He then turned to Hyunjin. "You told y/n that they could leave? You know the guys will never let that happen."
Hyunjin smirked, then answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "I was just trying to get on y/n's good side first, so that maybe they would choose to stay instead."
"Well either way no one is going to let y/n leave so we might as well be upfront," Stocky guy said. "Especially after how long it took to find someone who would satisfy everyone's cravings."
That last little remark stuck out to you causing you to frown in confusion which you voiced aloud. "What?"
Both males glanced at you but before anyone could answer, another male suddenly appeared in the doorway. It was starting to become a party.
"Guys, everyone wants to know what's taking so long…" He paused once he noticed you standing in the corner of the room. "Ah, so you are awake."
Unlike when Stocky guy had come bursting through the door, this young man's voice was much softer in comparison.
"Don't worry, Innie," Hyunjin told the young male. "We're coming down now."
Again, Stocky guy began to make his way over to you, but you shook your head.
"No. I don't want to go," you refused, moving back only to stumble once the back of your legs hit something and you realized you had backed yourself into a nightstand. "I don't want to meet anyone. I just wanna leave."
No one said anything. Instead, the three guys all looked at one another and seemed to have some silent agreement as each of them nodded in unison.
The next thing you knew you were being picked up like you were nothing more than a rag doll and were being thrown over Stocky guy's broad shoulders.
"Hey! Ah! What the hell? Let me down?!" You screamed incessantly as Stocky guy continued to completely invade your personal space and carried you out the room, followed along by the other two males. "Did you not hear me? I said I want to leave!"
You attempted to bang on the back of Stocky guy but it had no effect on him, at all. Not only that but it was actually more painful for your fists to hit him considering how rock hard his muscled back was, so you chose to flail, and scream instead.
But still, no one paid your screams any attention as they brought you down an especially long flight of stairs. Seriously, despite your screams you might as well have been whispering because no one gave the slightest indication that they gave a shit what you had to say.
Even being upside down, thrown over Stocky guy's shoulders, as you took in your surroundings you could see how extravagant the mansion was. You knew whoever these people were they must be filthy rich.
You were eventually brought into a dining room at an especially long wooden table and plopped down in a chair at the very end of the table.
Once seated, you straightened yourself up and looked around the table. You saw four of the seats were already occupied but once the three remaining men took their seats as well, the entire table along with you in addition, was filled.
However, something about this didn't sit right with you. Before you had passed out earlier that night, you knew for sure you had counted eight men, so that meant one of them was missing.
But what surprised you even more was who was seated beside you.
Felix! You recognized the pretty blond, instantly, remembering the name one of the guys had used just before you had passed out.
"You!"
He seemed amused that you recognized him because he flashed you with that same innocent but bright smile that had tricked you into trusting him enough to walk into a house full of strangers.
"Hello, love," he said with that familiar deep voice that had definitely stood out to you the first time you heard it through the intercom. He was still grinning at you, and under different circumstances you definitely would have sat there and admired his beaming smile all night long because he really was just that pretty, but you knew better than to fall for it this time.
"You tricked me!" You yelled at him before turning to the rest of the table. "You all tricked me and kidnapped me! You'll go to jail for this!"
"Well, this one seems hot headed," you heard one of them mutter, causing your head to snap in their direction which was at the opposite end of the table. You took notice of a man who, despite his rather handsome features, looked stone cold. In fact, he looked a bit intimidating as he let his dark eyes roam your frame, unabashedly.
His elbows were propped up on the table and his hands were clasped together as they held up his chin. A small smirk seemed to be peeking through his stone features though.
"Ah, kidnapped is such a strong word, don'tcha think, y/n?" Another one of them spoke saying your name in a manner that was a little bit too familiar considering you had just met them all that night under rather uncomfortable circumstances. The one who spoke was a young man with big, round eyes and slightly puffy cheeks that resembled something that of a squirrel.
"Jisung is right," Felix finished in response, nodding to his friend before turning back to you. "Remember you entered the house, willingly."
You stared at him incredulously. "Only because you tricked me!"
At this, he chuckled and repeated the same thing Hyunjin had said to you earlier. "Guilty!"
You bit your lip to try and refrain from yelling a slur of curses at him.
What is this? you wondered. A joke to them all?
At that moment you didn't care how gorgeous he or any of these guys were. You wanted to go off on all of them!
But it would be the sound of another low voice, close enough to be right above your ear that would cause every curse you planned to hurl at the boys to die in your throat.
"We may have tricked you to come inside," your breath hitched as you heard the person speak from right behind and with every word you felt their breath tickle the tip of your ear. "But I can assure you that we are all more than willing to make it worth your while."
Following immediately, you looked up to see yet another young man hovering above you. You knew this had to be the eighth person that you had noted as missing from the table a moment ago. He looked down at you before letting his eyes fall on the rest seated at the table. The room was completely silent now.
"How?" You asked the man, skeptical.
In response, he flashed his pearly white canines at you, a stark contrast to the nearly jet black eyes that sat just a couple inches above them. You didn't know what it was but something about his smile made you feel a little uneasy.
"Well, we should probably start with proper introductions, first, right?" His dark eyes scanned everyone at the table and they all seemed to agree. He turned back to you.
"Y/n, welcome to the SKZ mansion," he began as he stretched out his arms to gesture to the mansion. "My name is Bang Chan and I'm the oldest among the eight of us. The second eldest is Minho, followed by Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin, the youngest."
Chan had gestured to himself and to each member at the table as he introduced them all.
He then continued. "I'll cut straight to the chase. The eight of us would like to formally invite you to prepare dinner for us this evening. You see, pizza actually isn't our…taste. Truthfully, each of our tastes is rather...unconventional, to say the least, but if you are willing to stick around and make us an exquisite feast, we will supplement you with a rather hefty monetary sum."
Your brows shot straight up.
"Are you serious?" you asked bewildered. "You want to pay me to cook dinner for you all?"
Is that what this is really all about? you wondered as your mind filled with questions. Is this what they were talking about in the room earlier?
Stocky guy, apparently named Changbin, had mentioned something about you "satisfying everyone's cravings" but what did that mean? And what possessed them to think you were a chef by any means? And they had unconventional tastes? The most exquisite thing you could make was ramen noodles and even that you messed up sometimes. You could hardly be trusted to make something extravagant.
But all your worries about cooking quickly disappeared as one of them answered, "Cooking won't be necessary." It was the stone-cold looking one. Minho, if you remembered correctly. "Just the preparation."
You nodded, still feeling unsure of everything.
Scratching at the back of your head you voiced the next question that popped into your mind. "Just how much money are you offering?"
Chan stared at you for a moment with a smirk. He seemed to be pleased with something but you had no idea what about. He moved to the corner of the dining room where a cart with a covered plate sat on it. He picked up the plate with the silver cover on it and brought it over to you, placing it down right in front of you.
His arm came around your frame to lift the cover off the plate and your eyes feasted on a stack of cash thicker than a block of cheddar.
"One thousand," Chan said.
Your eyes widened twice their normal size at the sight of the money.
A one thousand dollar tip? you thought. Just to prepare some food? This had to be too good to be true. Surely there was a catch.
As a relatively broke student working their way through college and surviving on minimum wage plus tips from your delivery job, there wasn't much you wouldn’t do for extra tip money. In fact, that was partially the reason for the predicament you were in right now but even despite how desperate you were even you had your limits.
Just what did they want you to "prepare," exactly?
With this thought in mind, you asked them just that and you were mildly surprised by the answer you received.
"Yourself," Chan said simply.
Your head tilted to the side in utter confusion as you stared up at him. "Ex...cuse me?"
Then suddenly, Chan bent down so that his head was level with yours and you sucked in your breath, holding onto it for dear life. He was less than an inch away from your face as he looked square into your eyes as he spoke without an ounce of amusement.
"We want you, y/n," he said definitively leaving no room for confusion as to what he meant. He looked at the rest of the guys at the table. "You see, we are not humans. We are a vampire clan…"
You felt your heart rate speed up as you looked at everyone else at the table as well only to notice that everyone's eyes were now feasting on you, looking like they were ready for their meal right this instant.
Chan turned back to face you as he continued. "And what we each have a taste for…" He paused in his speech as let those black, black eyes of his tilt downward to land on your exposed neck.
