STAY Here

gonna STAY for now.

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heyyyy wya?? lol are you ever gonna finish your most recent series? i needddddd part 3

Heyyyy, thank you for keeping up. Part three has been in the drafts for a while. I've been reconsidering the whole fanfic thing after recieving certain reactions. And I was wondering if that's what I want to put out there... So... It's gonna take a while if ever.

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More than I thought - Bang Chan/Chris from SKZ Scenario Series

Part Two — In the Blink of an Eye

Wordcount: 1448

part one here

Warnings/Heads-up: YN is afab. Mentions of drinking involving members but not Chris, implied drunk driving, implied driving under the influence, a drunk person acting dismissively. Final Destination type of car accident, reckless driving. YN is implied to have trauma related to alcohol. Highly traumatic experience, mentions of death, near-fatal injury, graphic injury, blood, and medical trauma.

Chapter Two: In the Blink of an Eye

The van moved through the city, weaving between light traffic. Chris sat in the back, just behind YN’s seat, his gaze often drifting to her reflection in the side-view mirror. Her hands rested lightly on her lap, headphones looped securely around her right bicep, her notebook now tucked safely in her bag. She tilted her head slightly, eyes tracing the city as if memorising its details, each street, each curve of a building that was not part of her childhood. Every so often, she flinched at a sudden horn or the glare of passing headlights, and Chris found himself instinctively watching, his attention drawn to the smallest movement.

The others in the car were talking, quiet jokes, laughter bouncing between seats, but there was a pocket of stillness around YN, and Chris felt it like a presence. He caught himself leaning slightly forward, trying to see the city as she did without intruding.

“So, how do you like it so far?” he said finally, his voice low, careful not to startle her.

She nodded, as if agreeing with herself, a small smile brushing her lips. “It’s… similar to what I expected? I mean, I’ve seen pictures and stuff, but it’s still completely different from the city life I’m used to.”

The corner of Chris’s mouth lifted. “I hope that’s a good kind of difference.”

Her smile lingered, and for a moment he imagined the rest of the night unfolding like this, quiet, contained, normal.

The manager slowed the car near a particularly sweeping view of the Han River, parking at a small overlook. “In honour of YN, we get to see this glorious view of the Han River tonight,” he said awkwardly, letting himself out and then ushering the others out. The group filed out, the cool night air brushing over their shoulders.

Chris, although pleasantly surprised, felt that it was unlike their manager to do such a thing. They could easily be spotted by fans, especially with some of the members in such a vulnerable state, but he convinced himself it was for YN’s sake and that there was nothing to worry about.

The ground was frosty and a little slippery, which could get dangerous despite the railing. Chris found himself walking instinctively a little closer to YN, as if preparing to catch her if she slipped and fell.

YN lingered near the railing, taking in the river’s reflection under the lights. “It’s… beautiful,” she said softly, still absorbing the unfamiliar cityscape. “That’s something the pictures couldn’t have prepared me for…”

Chris found it mesmerising how she found beauty in a river he had long grown used to, one he hardly ever really looked at anymore.

After around five minutes, the members, mostly Hyunjin and Lee Know, started whining about the cold and demanded they get back into the vans, to which everyone complied, penguin shuffling back into the vehicles.

YN reclaimed her front seat again and buckled up just as the manager got back into the car, leaning in headfirst and laughing. “Oh YN, so exemplary of you. You even buckled up already, haha.”

YN smiled back, but then caught a whiff of alcohol. She asked softly, “Have you had a drink at the gathering, Manager-nim?”

“No, not at all. The smell is just from the party. Good old Han spilled his soju on me, as usual. Haha.”

Han, from the back seat, already half asleep, mumbled, “Did I?”

YN felt an unsettling knot deep in her stomach but ignored it when no one else said anything. Chris was not in the car yet, so he did not hear the exchange, but he did not miss the uncomfortable expression on YN’s face. “Everything alright?”

Before she could answer, the manager cut in. “She’s just such a mom, making sure everyone is safe, haha,” he chuckled as he buckled himself in.

The conversation was in Korean, so YN did not understand every word. She simply assumed he brushed Chris off the same way he had brushed her off, which was true.

The van resumed its route, this time a little speedier than before.

“You’re going a bit fast,” YN said, her voice tight but polite. “I’d rather just have a calm tour and take in the scenery.” She found herself in an unwelcome, familiar situation.

Their manager chuckled. “Relax. I’ve driven these streets a thousand times. Let me show you some speed. It’ll be just as fun as the scenery.”

The band members exchanged uneasy looks. Some tensed, some stayed silent, some were half asleep and drooling. They knew him. He liked to show off occasionally, but it had never caused unease before.

Chris cut in. “Hey, maybe you should let me drive?” He was catching on to the possibility that their manager had in fact had a few drinks but would not admit it.

“Nah, kid. Just relax and enjoy. You work hard as it is,” the driver replied, keeping his foot on the gas.

The manager floored it, and the car surged forward. YN flinched, gripping her seatbelt tightly, her lips pressed together. The manager slowed a little at her reaction, then sped up again once she eased, weaving through traffic with liquid-boosted confidence, while Chris tried to talk some sense into him, adrenaline buzzing through his body.

Then suddenly, a red light.

The manager did not stop. His reaction time was too affected to register the light or the screeching sound that came shortly after. The impact came from YN’s side, slightly scraping Chris’s door. The sound of metal crunching was deafening. The car spun violently, pivoting once, twice, before finally coming to a disoriented halt.

Then it was silent.

Chris was thrown sideways, bracing himself against YN’s seat in front of him. He heard the screams of the members around him before the car fully stopped. The manager clutched his head. “Oh my god. Is everyone okay?”

Some members groaned in pain, but they all seemed conscious. The traffic noise rushed back in, snapping everyone to their senses. Chris looked around, checking for visible injuries, checking himself as well, and then it hit him. He could not sense YN’s quiet presence.

YN was not moving, her head slumped slightly forward, her body still restrained by the seatbelt.

Chris forced his door open with a hard push and rushed to the front to check on her. What he saw made his stomach drop.

A metal bar had struck her, breaking through her right arm, smashing her headphones in the process, and piercing her body at an oblique angle from her upper right torso to her lower left side. Blood appeared quickly, her lips parting in a soundless gasp.

Chris looked to his left and saw Han stumbling up behind him. “Jisung, call 112, now!”

Han was suddenly not drunk anymore as he pulled out his thankfully unharmed phone and dialled emergency services.

Chris’s world narrowed. He tried opening her door, but it was dented shut. He scrambled forward through the window, his heart pounding, hands hovering over YN. “YN. Hey. Look at me. Stay awake. You’re going to be okay. You hear me? You’re going to be okay.”

Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment. She coughed, spitting blood, then looked at Chris with half-lidded eyes.

“YN. Stay with me. Look at me. Don’t close your eyes.”

She coughed again, blood dripping down her lips and chin. She looked at him like she wanted to say something, opened her mouth without a sound, and then slipped into unconsciousness.

Around them, members from the other van were shouting, trying to make sense of the chaos, checking on each other, while the other manager made sure emergency services knew their exact location.

In the midst of it all, all that existed to Chris was her. Her shallow breaths, her chest rising unevenly against the seatbelt, the warm red bleeding from her body and staining her clothes.

He gently slapped her cheek, his voice breaking. “Open your eyes, YN. Stay awake. I’m right here. I’m right here.”

His pulse hammered. “Please open your eyes. Don’t go to sleep.” All that mattered to him was keeping her conscious. He knew it was important to keep the injured awake and aware, but his efforts were to no avail.

“Stay awake,” he whispered desperately, slapping her cheek again, careful not to drive the bar deeper into her chest. His hands stayed steady even as his heart raced. “You’re going to be okay. You hear me? You’re going to be okay.”

He could not believe it. He had not expected this quiet night to turn catastrophic in the blink of an eye.

To be continued…

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More Than I Thought PT. 2

Chapter Two - In the Blink of an Eye — Teaser

YN wasn’t moving, her head slumped slightly forward, her body still restrained by the seatbelt.

Chris forced his door open with a hard push and rushed to the front to check on her.

What he saw made his stomach drop...

p.s: This one gets HEAVY, I'm telling u. Coming on January 10th, stay tuned.

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More than I thought - Bang Chan/Chris from SKZ Scenario Series

Part One — Slow Beginnings

Wordcount: 1712

Warnings/Heads-up: YN is afab and referred to as she/her. YN is implied to be able to speak at least two languages. YN is an online, sort of “our little secret,” established artist. Mentions of manipulation. Mentions of Chris seeking control. Mentions of Chris being assertive. YN is implied to be able to drive. YN is an empath who excuses herself unexpectedly. Mentions of drinking, members but not Chris. Implied drunk driving. Implied driving under the influence. Alcohol use around sober characters. Emotional influence within work/collaboration dynamics.

Chris learned early that silence was never empty. In studios, it carried intent. In people, it carried truth.

He first noticed YN because she didn’t rush to fill it.

Someone at the company had said, She thinks the way you do.That alone had been enough to get Chris’s attention.

She wasn’t unknown. Her name had circulated through internal meetings months before she ever stepped into the studio. A songwriter with a following built almost entirely online. No underground fame or shows, just experimental videos, unpolished visuals, and songs that didn’t follow structure so much as orbit it. The kind of work that lingered with listeners long after the sound stopped.

The collaboration was designed to be collective, something for the band. An experimental B-side that could afford to be strange without consequence. When YN finally arrived, she didn’t carry herself like someone stepping into a room full of reputations. An actual paper notebook in hand, headphones looped securely around her arm, her accent still settling into the language like it hadn’t decided where to land yet.

She listened more than she spoke. Maybe it was the Korean language barrier, but she listened just as intently when the conversation was in English, a language she obviously mastered enough to write poetry and lyrics in. She did throw in an occasional teasing or lighthearted comment every now and then, but it was more endearing than anything, at least that’s how Chris saw it.

Her contributions were decisive but not overthrowing. Lyrics were offered like open-ended thoughts, melodies like suggestions instead of demands. When something stalled, she didn’t force resolution; she let it breathe, then quietly adjusted everything around it.

The members warmed to her quickly. Felix admitted he’d watched her videos before. Seungmin said something about always wanting to cover one of her songs. She laughed at that, a little embarrassed, as if she hadn’t expected the work she’d made alone in her bedroom to follow her this far.

Chris observed from a practiced distance, slowly satisfying his curiosity about this person he’d heard so much about and been internally compared to a little too much for his own liking, only to notice a stark difference in reality.

The more time they spent working together, the more their differences revealed themselves. On paper, their instincts aligned, similar tastes in texture, in restraint, in leaving things unfinished when finishing them would cheapen the feeling. But where Chris moved with certainty, YN moved with consideration.

He decided. She gathered.

If Chris wanted to strip a chorus down to nothing but a pulse and breath, he said it once and began cutting tracks. YN would stop him, not to argue, but to ask what everyone else heard in it. She listened as opinions moved through the room, even when her own mind was already made up. More than once, Chris realized she’d guided them toward the same conclusion he’d reached, the same one she wanted, only by a longer, quieter, and more consensual route.

At first, it unsettled him. It felt like manipulation.

Maybe because she didn’t openly seek control, yet still obtained it eventually, something he was always after. She treated collaboration as something alive, something that needed space to move. Slowly, he learned to wait before speaking, to let her process shape the room.

So naturally, the track took its time, with late night sessions, sudden mind changes, and having to find the time to squeeze it into the boys’ busy schedules. YN admitted to never having taken longer than two days to shape and structure a song with lyrics, melody, and all, and that the recording part was what usually drained her. But here she noticed that more people meant more ideas, and hence “more time to cook,” as she described it. She complimented 3Racha’s work process and the team’s good spirit in general, for being able to agree on so many songs in order to release so many albums in relatively short periods of time, with some exceptions regarding agreement, like their song I Like It, for instance.

When the “collab” song was finished somewhere around two months later, it didn’t sound like anything else SKZ had previously released, yet it was similar in the way it didn’t beg to be understood. It trusted the listeners and their interpretation of it.

The response surprised everyone.

It never chased charts, but it didn’t disappear either. STAYs lingered over it, pulled it apart online, talking about atmosphere, restraint, the way it felt like a conversation rather than a statement. Somewhere in those discussions, YN’s name began to surface, not as a feature, not as an accessory, but as a presence and as an artist.

The company noticed.

Suddenly, she wasn’t just working with them. She was booked into other studios, other sessions, with other groups working on different genres, all under the same roof.

Chris saw her less often compared to when they had a work in progress. When he did, it was in passing, headphones slung on her arm and a notebook in hand, with her signature over-the-shoulder bag. She’d wave at him and go to her next session, expression friendly and calm, like she knew where she was going even if she hadn’t decided how she’d get there yet.

He somehow found himself thinking of her. She didn’t chase attention. Didn’t brand herself, let alone her music. She worked. Listened. Left rooms better than she found them. There was a quiet confidence in that, one Chris hadn’t expected to admire as much as he did.

Soon her name began to become a constant in the company. Regular songwriting sessions with producers, often with members, but with SKZ’s fully armed arsenal and three creative brains always working on music, there wasn’t really much room for further collaborations, especially after that one song.

Nonetheless, YN was to be officially welcomed into the company’s team. Even if she was a contractor, she had contributed so much during the last comeback season with all JYPE groups and artists. So after discussing it with her and respecting her wish of “nothing fancy,” the company suggested a late night creative session that would casually turn into takeout and drinks, chatting and welcoming YN to the JYP family.

It was a small celebration, just a few members of the groups YN had worked with, including SKZ, and a few key staff. Low pressure, casual, almost indulgent. Music had been laid down, and for the first time in weeks, there was room to breathe. Light chatter drifted from the corner of the studio where takeout boxes had been set, glasses clinking softly as someone toasted to the work they’d done.

Sometime later, YN lingered near the large windows, the city sprawling in lights she didn’t yet know. Her soda in hand. Chris approached curiously, not unlike his friendly nature.

-“It’s buzzing even at this late hour, isn’t it?”

-“It is!”, smiled YN. “I still haven’t really seen anything outside this building,” she said, her voice quiet but steady. “Since I came here, it’s been work, work, work. I haven’t even had time to check out the city, but I hear it’s cool.”

-“Well, almost the same here. I’ve been in the city for years and I don’t really get the chance to do much exploring. It comes with the job, I guess,” he said lightheartedly.

-“Oh, of course, that was insensitive of me.” replied YN, appearing troubled. “Of course you haven’t either, especially with how likely you are to get flash mobbed. Sorry if that bothered you in any way!”

Her reply shocked Chris. Although he thought it was very empathetic and observant of her, it did throw him off guard. He found it endearing.

-“Not at all, why would you say that? I mean, sure, it’s bothersome sometimes, but for that I get to live the way I do, so no need for you to apologize!”

That’s when Lee Know chimed in, a little drunk but just as appealing. “Well, don’t let this ahjussi kill the mood for you. How about we show you a little around the city? Our manager hyungs will be driving us back to the dorm. I’m sure a little detour wouldn’t harm anyone, and we’ll show you around Seoul. Maybe little old Bang Chan can enjoy the views a bit too!”

YN giggled, amused by Lee Know’s offer, which was then doubled by Han, who tagged along, a little tipsy himself, saying, “Yeah, yeah, YN, don’t be so wound up. We’ve got two vans lined up for us. We can give you a ride back to your place. You can at least see a little on the way.”

YN didn’t see any point in refusing. She didn’t have her international driving permit yet and was relying on ride sharing apps to get from the company to the small apartment she’d gotten after signing the contract. “Sure, why not, as long as neither of you is driving!” she chuckled.

Chris felt a little joyful knowing that he was going on a sort of mini road trip with YN. He felt weird, even childish about his joy, but accepted it nonetheless. The girl was nice, pretty, and talented. It made sense if he felt a tad bit attracted to her.

As it was time to depart, the members were loading the vans, and Chris, while busy discussing plans for an upcoming schedule, overheard someone offering the front passenger seat to YN as if it were a throne, so she could enjoy the views some more.

The members were all a little drunk except for Chris, who hadn’t drunk anything alcoholic, much like YN. He decided to sit behind her. The managers were driving, and he felt a bit relieved that they weren’t also drunk, sparing him from carrying the weight of being YN’s first tour guide in Seoul.

The city’s lights passed the car windows, flickering and unfamiliar to both of them. For a moment, everything felt oddly familiar, the hum of the engine, the glow of the streets, the quiet chatter and occasional giggle from the members, and the quiet awe in her eyes reflected in the side-view mirror. No one could expect how life could tilt in a matter of moments.

To be continued…

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More Than I Thought PT. 1

Chapter One: Slow Beginnings — Teaser

Chris learned early that silence was never empty. In studios, it carried intent. In people, it carried truth.

He first noticed YN because she didn’t rush to fill it.

Chapter One: Slow Beginnings — coming January 2, 2026.

May it be a happy New Year, lovelies.

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a come back?

so, I've been MIA for a year and a bit, but I've been cooking something uneexpected from me(??) Anyway, who's excited for my fanfic debut? Pic Credits: real_bangchangnab on X

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Scrolling through my feed when suddenly...

This could actually make me sing the song without crying inside 😂😂

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Guys, who's Rachel?? 😂

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Anyone else addicted to Chan's new rendition of this part?

I know it's an oppsie but for some reason it's a lot more catchy. Could it be that it's a harmony melody?

++ that vocal fry at the end. boiiiiii

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Okay, but isn't like big big big?? I dunno but back in my day such stuff where reserved for make a barrel roll or pivot and such... That's CUTE...

Also, it's past 3am here, so yeah...

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I AM PROUD

of Stays!

Thank you for having a conscientious moral compass.

I know it's hard to boycott the song because our boys are in it, but they're adults who should know better.

Taking stands is difficult, it's not supposed to be easy, otherwise everyone would've done it.

SKZ have been a safe space for me for so long, and I've drifted away from their activities due to recent global events. I came back to see their Tommy Hilfiger-clad bodies drenched in Coca-cola at the Met Gala and collaborating with... you know who, while people are being mass murdered.

They didn't kill them, of course, but they didn't take a stand. Idols are not kids, they can leave and take a stand, say what truly matters when it really counts.

I feel my heart ripping as I write this, but they let me and us all down.

I am still a STAY, but it's the STAYS that made me stay this time.

I'm beyond proud to be part of this fandom.

P.s: _|_ to JYP

Imgsrc: K-selection

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* squishes him and squishes him and squishes him and –*

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WHERE IS THIS FROM? I DEMAND KNOWLEDGE.

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As an avid fanfiction reader, can I say that the unprotected smut warning where the female is implied to be on birth control or (the pill) is worse than staright out unprotected intercourse?

Do yall even know how terrible birth control pills can be and how much the body has to go through to accomodate to them?

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Stop with the teaser content, I'm teased alright.

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➳ ...i planned none of these. i didn't have to, apparently, because the words just came pouring out. these are the things i want to tell them. they truly have impacted my life so much. i am so glad for their music, their words, just them and i hope that they're happy, healthy, and most of all, that their passion for music never dies out, because stray kids, you make stays stay :] ❣️

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Hands down fav 5th anniversary post

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Actual proof of Bang Chan carrying the music industry...

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pov: when you wanna be slutty but you also got principles...